Run out

You rapidly hop through the ropes & down to the floor. It may have been a safe move but the audience didn't like it at all, they pelt you with boos.

"Come on John, don't wuss out on us now."

You fight her then, see if you would...

The thought leaves your head when Fen grabs your head, leaning over the top rope & getting a handful of hair. She lifts you off the floor & places you on the apron. Your scalp burns, the crowd gasps, you're gaping in amazement at her raw power. That same herculean strength pushes you back off the apron, hurtling into the barrier. The crowd gasps anew.

"Holy shit! Fen's spat on him, pulled his hair & broken his back. What's left, insulting his mother?"

Pain shoots out from your lumbar, many hands pat on your back. Your upper body lays across the front row while the lower half hangs inside the barrier. Your 'supporters' catch a glimpse of something & back away. Fen has made her way outside.

Move move move!

But your legs won't respond. She seizes you by the throat & drags you up by it, sitting on the barrier then gorilla pressed over her head. The grip on your balls is agonising, but at least in means you aren't paralysed. You gaze down her rippling honey coloured arms as Fen paces, turning in slow circles, showing off just how powerful she is & just how helpless you are. When she get bored of that, she lets you drop, chest first on to the ring steps. Your air is pushed out all-at-once & your chest caves in. While the steel still rings you climb/fall over the steps. Propping your back against them, you clutch & heave your lungs. The respite is short, the steps you're leaning on slam into you. The thug must have kicked them into you.

C'mon, give me a break.

Even then, Fen wraps her belt around your neck & pulls you up, laying you over the ring steps. Looking down as you struggle to breathe, she fires a fist at your face. By some miracle, you slip out of the noose & scamper. You don't need to look around to know she's right behind you.

Advantage, Fen.