Smotherella drags you to her room.

Smotherella drags you by a chain to her sleeping quarters, deep in the heart of the Domina Arena. Dazed, you try to mumble something in protest but you're quickly cut off.

"I have just the place for you, stupid cunt..."

Beaten and dazed, you can do nothing but crawl on all fours behind Smotherella as she leads you to your room. Looking up at her, you find yourself almost admiring your opponent. Her toned back muscles put you to shame, and her gigantic round ass is magnificent. A sudden sense of bitter envy washes over you as you realize that she is the better woman in every way.

Dejected and defeated, you barely put up a fight as your new master drags you into her room and throws you down between two love seats in what appears to be a living room area.

"You're going to regret spitting on me - _DISRESPECTING _me like that... for the rest of your miserable fucking life. You hear me, bitch!? You belong to me now."

You look up at Smotherella, who is now kneeling over you with rusty chains in hand. Beside your wrists are are a set of shackles.

Suddenly, a devilish grin covers her face as she starts to straddle you.

"You're not worthy of being a ****. You were a pathetic fucking excuse for a fighter. But you might be useful as a spittoon...."