Back down.

“On...second thought, I may have underestimated you a little bit,” you manage to stammer out, backing away a little.

The Champion barks out a harsh laugh. “No fucking kidding. Don’t do it again if you know what’s good for you. Although, if you knew that you probably wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

You have to admit that she has a point.

“Although, honestly, I wouldn’t be too torn up if you kept mouthing off to people who could kick your ass and fuck you dizzy,” she continues, advancing on you with a predator’s gait. “I love watching Grace and Tiffany have their way with big-talking rookies who think they’re the next Steel Dragon. So, if you like getting bitchslapped in front of a crowd of thousands, by all means, keep it up.”

“All right,” you mutter, backing up further toward the door. “You’ve made your point.”

“I don’t need to,” she says. “The next half-decent competitor you come up against will make it for me. Now put my panties back and get the fuck out.”

You’ve saved your body from a bruising, but it looks like your ego has taken one in its place.