She wants to dominate you.

Before the Champion can do anything else, Lady Grace drops the ether-soaked rag on top of her mouth and presses it down with her foot, swiftly sending her back to temporary unconsciousness. Then she releases you entirely, letting you stumble forward. You turn to face her, but you’re sluggish and tired; the hits you’ve taken (both from her and Roxie) are lighting up your nerves with residual pain, and you feel like you’re moving through molasses.

But she’s not attacking you.

Lady Grace crosses the ring slowly, taking her sweet time now that her rival is out of commission. She pumps her hips as she walks, allowing her tight fishnet stockings to draw attention to her long, slender legs. And as she approaches you, she starts unbuttoning her corset.

One by one, she undoes the buttons, splitting the leather open to reveal sensational cleavage and smooth, pale skin. By the time she reaches you, she’s shrugged off the garment to leave herself completely topless, and she has you utterly mesmerized. Even if you could resist her in your battered state, you’re not sure you’d want to.

Grace reaches out behind your head and pulls your face right into her newly exposed cleavage, muffling your protest as she locks in a breast smother. The sweet scent of her perfume is overpowering as she buries your face in the soft flesh of her tits, and Lady Grace laughs mockingly at you as you struggle weakly against her grip.

A lascivious wiggle of her chest distracts you for a moment before she brings her knee rocketing up into your unprotected stomach. You groan as the wind is knocked out of you, slumping even further into her cleavage—and then she knees you again. And again. And again.

“Be grateful,” Grace tells you as she sets her foot down. “It could have been your balls instead.” She pushes you away from her, letting you slump to the ground. “I’d love to stay and continue this little dalliance, but I’m afraid I must be going now. Farewell...”

She saunters off, snatching up her corset as she goes and making sure to give you an excellent view of her lace-clad ass. You struggle to your feet as the Champion’s ****-induced stupor wears off.

She wipes your cum off her face, glares in the direction that Grace walked off in, and says, “There’s gonna be a reckoning for that later. But right now...the show must go on.”