Enslave Smotherella.

The announcer declares you the victor, filling you with a sense of euphoria. You did it. _You won. _Afer flexing and basking in the glory of your victory, a couple of grunts enter the arena and hand you a collar with a chain attached. Knowing she wouldn't have hesitated to do the same, you put the metal leash on her neck and give it a few tugs. Smotherella slowly comes to, and her eyes widen in horror as she realizes what has happened, and what's in store for her.

"Congratulations," says one of the warriors in a dry tone, "you're now our newest Gladiatrix. As is tradition, you'll be given a penthouse suite in the upper level - Smotherella's old apartment."

You can hear your defeated opponent groaning. It must hurt knowing that you're now going to live the dream she almost had.

"From now on, you'll mostly fight new girls. Every so often we have matches between the established Gladitrices. Until then, you're free to keep any of your opponents and have your own harem if you so wish."

You look down at Smotherella, and plant a firm foot on her stomach as you flash her an evil grin. You're going to have fun tonight....