She pulls off a pin

You lie there on the mat, staring at the ceiling, or at least it looks like the ceiling. It's all kinda fuzzy with the lights and the headache. You see Kali, huffing and puffing, but standing tall, over you. She kneels on one of your outstretched arms, eliciting a slight hiss of pain from the pressure on your bicep.

Then the world goes black as her perfect ass sits on your face, you can feel the wetness there left over from the spicier moments of the fight, the scent and taste intoxicating. You know, maybe losing won't be so bad, you wonder, only to realize that's what's happening. You're losing, and theirs nothing you can do about it.

You feel your legs lift into the air as pins you down in an inverted schoolgirl, and can hear the muffled screams of the crowd in time with the vibrations of the ref's hand striking the mat.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

It's over, you lost.