Grab a mic & taunt her

I know how to make her come out of hiding.

You motion for the announcer to hand you their microphone. They hesitate for a moment, probably wary of the Warrior under the ring, but they do hand it to you. You put on your best speaking voice.

"Thanks pal, glad to see someone isn't afraid to come near me."

A big chorus of oohs responds.

Good zinger, good start.

"Warrior, the Last Warrior. If they were all as chicken shit as you, it's no wonder you're the last one."

A bigger chorus of oohs responds. This is pretty fun.

"Normally, I wouldn't care what you do in your own time. Skin a pig, fuck a goat, you-do-you ya know. But these people paid good money to see a fight, right?"

The audience cheers.

You lean on the ropes & smirk. "You know 'money' Warrior? It's what civilised people use instead of trading beads & manure."

The oohs return, but your foe doesn't. If this is gonna work you figure you'll need to turn it up to 11. You put on the smuggest, most obnoxious voice you can.

"Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate the breather. But I do not appreciate being ignored."

The crowd picks up.

"So you had better get your painted little patootie back in here, or I swear to you, I swear to Badb, or Morrigan, or whoever you savages pray to..."

The crowd really picks up.

"... I will drag you back by your ratty hair & I will show how Boudicca felt when she got _curb stomped _by Rome!"

The crowd is electric! But not for you, the Last Warrior has returned & spears tackles you from behind. Before you can even kneel up she's kicking & stomping your back. There's no defense, can't curl up or guard up. You spy the striped official keeping a safe distance, shooting you a sympathetic look. Your foe ceases your mugging & pulls you up onto all fours, so she can drop a knee into your taint & send your sprawling. She gives you a few seconds to grieve for your balls before pushing you down on your belly & plonking down on your butt. A very bruised throne you are. The Warrior picks up the microphone, tosses it to the official & speaks for the first time.

"Ask him."

Ask me wha...

Sitting on your ass, she seizes your wrists, pulls your arms & torso back into a surfboard stretch. The agony squeezes your eyes shut, so you don't see the official come to you with the mic. Before she even gets there, you're repeating...

"I GIVE I GIVE GIVE!"

You're released & slam down on your head. Before she leaves, the Warrior kneels down over your neck (you can feel the unmistakable warmth of a cunt on your nape) & announces into the mic...

"Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón."

After the match was long over, you would discover what she said. 'Many a time a man's mouth broke his nose.'

The Last Warrior wins 1 point for submission.