Chichi seals the win.

She rubs it all over her strapon and shoves them both back into Baroness.

Baroness was too dazed to possibly be prepared for the burning sensation that followed. The chili powder was leaving her pussy feeling like it was on fire.

“AAAAGHHH! YOU’RE THE QUEEN! YOU’RE THE QUEEEEEN! OH GOD, STOP! PLEASE!” Baroness screamed and begged in horror.

“Too late for that,” Chichi teased. “Call me ‘her royal hotness!” Chichi demanded.
“ANYTHING! JUST STOP!!!”
“Say it!” Chichi insisted, pulling on her hair with her free hand.

“SPARE ME, YOUR ROYAL HOTNESS!”
“HA!”

Chichi lifted up the Baroness’ legs and sat on her groin, her strapon stuck up to the hilt in her royal snatch as the pin was counted. Baroness’ only struggles were spasms of pain.

1… 2… 3!

Chichi laughed uproariously, bouncing upright. “See, you dumb bitches!? I’m the best fighter their ever was! You goodie goodies trying to fuck with us bad girls are nothin’ but shit! It takes a bigger bitch to beat a bitch, and I’m the littlest bitch of all!”

The fans were producing mixed applause. She was fairly popular, as a heel could be, but the case of “the lesser of two evils” kept coming to mind.

"You know this' what you wanted! Adorable little me with the championship, fucking geezers like this! Here's your reward for your patience, loyal fans!"