Tara, at first

"Only one problem with your strategy, doc..." Tara smirked. "I didn't become a champion fighter by acting crazy all the time. Hell, I'm one of maybe four girls in the league who doesn't have some mental hangup or something like that."

"Interesting." Dr. Humpalot said. "Confronted with a medical professional, quick to deny any possible mental issues. Determination to excel at fighting indicates inner insecurity, possibly a dark urge to dominate..."

"All that talking isn't going to counter the Lockdown." Tara said. "Anyway, it's one thing to be rough with Petty, but you're fighting the big names now."

"**** to close with opponent could be a sign of..."

"Being pretty sure that's what you want me to do, and so not going to do it." Tara interrupted. "Just because I have muscles doesn't mean I think with them. Tell you what though - I'll show you what I do with them."

Tara advanced across the ring towards Dr. Humpalot. She kicked her on the leg to knock her off balance, and then took her down to the mat in a headlock. Tara's breast was pushed up against Dr. Humpalot's face.

"Now what's the symbolic statement behind that?" Tara gloated as she pulled the headlock tighter.

A headlock isn't even close to being a finishing move, but Tara's arms were strong and it did hurt Dr. Humpalot a little bit. She began looking for a way out of it...