Wrong!

You meet Helen in a test of strength. You want to throw this old bitch in to the cage. How dare she think she can beat you up?

Helen towers over you in height. She is very thin and has slender hands with long fingers. You are getting the upper hand and starting to push her down.

Then you feel a sharp sensation digging in to your hands. Helen has sharp fingernails and she is clawing you. Your hands are throbbing so you release your grip.

Before you can react, Helen grabs your abdomen and digs her nails in to your belly. You scream in agony as she places her foot behind you and trips you to the floor. She jumps on top of you but you aim a brilliant punch to her face and she rolls off. You rip her blazer off. She is wearing a pearl necklace and a tank top which shows off her long arms, which are slightly saggy and wrinkled. You pull her skirt down to her knees to incapacitate her. You jab at her heavily, even though she is an old lady, she is a threat to your life.

Helen screams in pain. She manages to kick your balls. She pulls down her skirt, revealing large underwear and tights. She gets on top of you and pins you down. Her gray hair has fallen out of the bun and her make up is running. Her face is looking a state after you hit her.

Helen goes at you cat fight style. She is pulling your hair, scrabbing your face and slapping you everywhere. You raise your arm but she bites into it. You are being completely mauled. You try to maintain composure but eventually it is too much and you start screaming and kicking your legs like a bitch, wailing loudly.

When Helen realises she has bested you, she kneels and grabs you in a rear bearhug, remaining crouched. You are limp in her embrace and panting from exhaustion and fear. She temporarily holds you with one arm around your chest. You get a whiff of her strong overwhelming perfume and the sweat she has worked up.

You know what's coming next and you beg her not to unmask you.

"N...n...noooo, ppp...pp..please lady don't, no NOOOO!"

"Haha let's get this silly mask off of you young man. You have been defeated. Do not deny me the spoils of my conquest hahaha!" Helen cooed in her posh south English accent. The mask is off to leave your battered face on display.

Meanwhile, Emma is laughing hysterically, shell shocked at how you were beaten.

Helen then resumes her rear bearhug and tightens her grip. You are moaning loudly in fear and agony as Helen demands you admit defeat and beg for mercy,

"Beg me boy, beg me not to snap you in two. Who has conquered you? Submit to me!"