Rest

You take a seat at ringside, beneath the mat's height, while the Warrior is distracted. A tender massage of your chest soothes some of the pain & confirms no serious damage. The crowd grumbles at the lack of action, but you ignore them. When the worst of it has passed, you kneel up to reenter the ring. When your reach your feet, your foe's foot punts under your jaw. She'd walked along the apron while your were down & struck you with a kick-off. You fall back & strike your head hard on the ring steps.

"Wakey wakey Johnny Johnny."

Who said that? Warrior? Announcer? Nana?

No way to know, your ears ring & your sight clouds. There's a muffled cacophony of sound from... somewhere. Approaching you is a pale white shape capped in red & streaked in blue. When your raise your hands up against it, it tosses them aside, seizes your hair & slams it back into the steps.

Ringing...

Another slam.

Clouds...

The same thing (must be a person) cracking your skull lifts you up by your arms & rolls you into the ring. They lay down on your back, wrap an arm around your neck & wrench back. Your last sensation before losing consciousness is 2 excited nipples poking into your back.

The Last Warrior wins 1 point & the match for K.O.