Jessie carries you off herself.

—This chapter was written by SmittySmith, posted with his permission.

Moments after Jessie's brutal post match attack ended, Touko's assistants sprinted down the ramp to aid your recovery and help you return to the back. Unfortunately for you, Dulce Dolor did not appreciate being brushed by and certainly didn't want her hard work being spoiled by the two skinny girls. She sighed angrily and turned to march back to the ring.

Touko's assistants had helped you to your knees when their eyes widened at the sight of Jessie re entering the ring.

"Leave him," she seethed. The two women didn't need to be told twice as they scampered out of the ring and backstage like scared rabbits.

Jessie smiled as she looked at your 3 foot tall body, gulping in air and still on your knees. Her smile broadened as you slowly made your way to your feet.

"You're a tough little guy Tommy," she said with tones of happiness in her voice. "Most of the women I've faced here would have been **** after what you went through, and they're twice your size."

She knelt down to get closer to your face, but even on her knees this Amazonian towered over you. Her face still looked intense, but she wore a smile and there was a passion and a fire in her eyes. You didn't have a clue what she was up to, but tried to ready yourself for anything.

"I like that toughness Tommy. I think you and me should spend some more time together."

Before you could respond, Jessie easily lifted your body with two hands and carried you to the back. All the while you're left wondering what exactly she had planned.