Victory

Hammer strikes bell and the match is over. You rise to your feet slowly, knees quavering as you raise a fist into the air, holding up a single finger. The crowd knows just what to say in response, "NUMBER 1! NUMBER 1!"

The announcer shouts into the microphone from off stage, "Your winner... Jaime "The Number 1" Jane!!!!!"

The crowd keeps up the chant, deciding, for better or worse, that they like watching you fight. You lean over, hands on your knees, to take a breath and recover.

"And now, The Punishment Round!" The bombshell chants as the crowd descends into pure, lustful, joy at the thought. A thought that the fight had driven from you mind. Luckily, Kali's right below you still, so you can play off your exhaustion as staring down at your beaten foe.

Now all there is to do is decide what to do with the little gymnast hussy who put you through so much in so little a time.