When You Wake Up...

As your eyes slowly open, you groan and roll over onto your side before realizing that you are still in the ring. Noah hasn't finished you yet. He wanted you to be awake and aware at the moment of your final defeat.

"Welcome back, redhead." Noah teases you, his foot on your chest, keeping you pinned down on your back. You try to struggle, but are met with a quick and vicious stomp to your abs.

"Hah. Don't be difficult, faggot. I'm just trying to decide what I want your wall photo to look like." He continues, before grinning viciously. "And I think I know just the thing."

Grabbing your jockstrap and yanking it down around your feet and off your ankles, Noah leaves you naked before the jeering crowd before he hauls you up onto your knees. Taking your jock in his hand, Noah roughly ties it over your nose and mouth, gagging you with the symbol of your own manhood. You beg and plead, but your pathetic moans of failure are muffled by your own underwear.

That's where he holds you for five seconds, struggling wildly and trying to get away to preserve some of your dignity, before the fight finally goes out of you. You give up, and sit there on your knees, obediently accepting the scent of your own vanquished manhood. The bell rings.

"Noah wins by stripping and humiliation! What a way to lose!"