She stays down.

The roof flies up off the cage and the walls fall to the side, as spectators clamor as close as they are able. From the crowd a tall, buxom woman with a husky voice makes the announcement.

"Your winner by KNOCKOUT! AAAAAAAAAJAAAAAAAAAAX!"

I raise my fist triumphantly and roar to the crowd, my mind briefly lost in the ecstasy I was beginning to experience again. A feeling only granted when you stand tall over your defeated opponent, their form crumbled in submission. I waded forward into the crowd as I stripped my jacket off, allowing their gloved hands to run up and down my body, and it felt as if their greedy hands wished to outline every muscle on my body, worshipping their new idol, their new god.

"Woah there big boy!" The announcer said, causing the crowd to part. "Don't go too far, because it's time for you to claim your prize."

I looked past the announcer and saw Ana stagger to her feet, shakily removing her gi while looking at me with some bizarre, feral look. One foot was placed in front of the other until she began to sprint at me, as if trying to run through me, before jumping into the air in the same manner as she had moments before driving her knee into my face.

This collision however was a bit different. She dropped and slid on her knees, before wrapping my waist in a massive hug, nuzzling her face against my crotch. I removed her clutching arms (with far less difficulty than a champion of her skill would usually allow) and grasped her face, holding her in place by her cheeks. I bent down and placed my forehead against hers.

"Listen to me, filth. You were beaten, on these chosen grounds, by agreed upon rules of combat." I roughly shoved her onto the ground, where she once again stayed.

"Is my claim recognized!" I yelled to the crowd.

A chorus went up from the crowd. "Recognized!"

"Then I hope you're ready, bitch. Because I do intend to claim you."

At this, I grasped her hair and dragged her to her feet.