The Cowboy

"You. You." Tanya prowled up to the Cowboy like a leopard stalking its prey. "I almost like you. You can take a loss and keep your dignity, and you've embarrassed a couple problem children for me. And you've got a decent... brand. So tell me, handsome. What turns you on?"

"Well'm Misses McVan..." The Cowboy pushes his hat back and blushes a little. "I don't rightly know that this makes complete sense, but I just don't feel right punching down, you know? I could challenge one of your daughter's little friends, but I already proved I could beat Dolly back in the day. Nah, I'd rather lose a fair fight against a real woman than pick on someone weaker than me - you know I only roughed up Dolly like I did a'cause she wouldn't quit cheating."

"Oh, but watching you break that little filly was so fun..." Tanya fake pouted. "Plus, if I give you a rematch against Amber, well, I can't see any of you able to beat her often enough to get a title shot. On the other hand, I do almost like you. Wait... I think I have an idea."