Sit on her face!

You decide it's time to give Smotherella a taste of her own medicine, and a taste of you. With a satisfying plop, you land on top of her, pinning her to the ground with her face nestled between your cheeks.

"MMPPHH!" She cries out in frustration.

You place your hands on your hips triumphantly, and wiggle for good measure as your opponent struggles to get free. You can feel your opponent's anger rise and eventually fade as her arms go limp and she stops resisting. After a few minutes of sitting on her like this, you stand up and admire your work.

Smotherella is knocked out cold. You won.