Stand firm.

“Hell yeah, let’s do this,” you exult, trying to quiet the parts of your mind that are telling you what a bad idea this is.

You charge forward, hands reaching out, trying to grab a hold before she can get into a proper fighting stance—

—and her knee comes rocketing up to slam into your belly.

You were utterly unprepared for the blow, and you let out a wheeze and double over as the air is driven from your lungs. Before you can recover, she’s picked you up bodily and hurled you onto the bed, seemingly expending barely any energy to lift and throw you.

As you start to get up, she quickly climbs onto the bed next to you and wraps her thighs around your neck in an utterly devastating headscissors.

“I will not—be fucking condescended to—by a rookie—with delusions of grandeur,” she snarls, squeezing tighter and tighter with each pause. Her exquisite ass flexes and shifts with each pulse of her thighs, but the pressure of her legs around your neck and head is incredible, and your breath is coming in tiny gasps as the hold cuts off your air supply.

You tap out frantically on anything your hands can reach, but she just laughs mockingly. “Oh, that’s cute. You think we’re in a ring right now, rookie? Is some referee gonna ring a bell to come bail you out? Not gonna happen. You fucked up, you didn’t own it, so you get to pay the price.”

“Please,” you **** out with the last of your air supply. “I’m sorry...”

“I’ll bet you are,” she taunts, and looks over your shoulder to watch you struggle in vain. “You want out?”

You nod emphatically, no longer able to speak. Darkness is creeping in at the edge of your vision, blocking out everything but your view of her near-naked Amazonian body...

“Here’s the deal,” she says, and loosens up the hold just enough to keep from knocking you out. “I’ll let you go, but I just taught you a lesson in private that you might have ended up learning in front of a whole crowd, and I think that deserves a reward. So: you owe me. One favor, of my choice, callable at any time, anywhere.”

“Okay,” you **** out, **** to escape her dominating scissors. “Deal.”

The Champion releases you, and you suck in a breath of sweet oxygen, massaging your aching neck. Thank God.

“What kind of favor?” you ask warily.

“I’ll leave that as a surprise,” she says, smirking maliciously. “But if you decide to flake out, well...I’ll just have to pick up where we left off.”

“No need for that,” you say hastily, rapidly shaking your head. “I’ll come through.”

She laughs again, picking her other pair of panties up off the ground where you dropped them. “Oh, I know you will. Now get the fuck out.”

Chastised and humbled, you hasten to obey.