You fucked up.

Your own spit and mucus adorn your face, your expression crumpled and disgruntled, Velveteen Queen still towering over you. She grabs handfuls of your hair and delivers several jaw-shattering knees to your face. Your head snaps backwards with each knee, rocking your head and disorienting you further. Drool drips down onto your chest, your face an absolute mess, as you slowly fall backwards.

You land on your back, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Velveteen Queen saunters over to you, confident and pleased with herself. “Now you can kiss the sole of my foot.” She raises her foot above your face, and slams it down upon you. CRUNCH! Her boot stamps onto your demolished face. You think you hear something break as your features are assailed with rubber. Spit and snot go flying from under her heel as she presses down. You whimper and blubber from underneath her weight.

Velveteen lifts her foot to reveal your smashed face. Your eyes are crossed, your face is covered in your own bodily fluids, and your expression is one of sorrow. She brings her heel down upon you multiple times, knocking some sense into and then back out of you. Each time she stomps you, you cry out in misery, unhappy with how this bout is going. Velveteen finally stops wrecking your face and turns around to point her ass towards you. You are incapable of mounting a comeback at this point, and you can only hope she chooses to end this quickly.