The referee lays down the rules of the match.

Stepping between you two, the referee speaks in an authoritative yet somewhat detached voice as she lays down the rules of the ‘I Submit’ match.

“There will be no recorded pinfalls or submissions in this match. The only way to win is to make your opponent say the exact words, ‘I submit’. A physical submission is not enough; he or she must submit verbally. To accomplish this, you may utilize any move in your personal repertoire, as well as use any of the foreign objects made available in the general vicinity and underneath the ring. You may also make use of the arena as a whole, as long as you do not endanger any of the fans or go backstage. Instead of the traditional match rounds delivered in ten minute intervals, this contest will go on until there is a winner, and there will be a winner. Best of luck.”

Rose is half-listening, and half-grinning at you with her signature sadism that, admittedly, had you a little hard between the legs.

You merely focus on brainstorming what kind of sick, twisted things you have to do to this already sick and twisted woman to **** those words out of her mouth, but before you could think too much, the bell rings.