Your face!

“Ugghhh….” Your nose is instantly caught between a hard place and an even harder place as Rose delivers on her running knee.

Smashing the bridge of your nasal bone against her bare knee, she relishes in the metallic smack that is created when the whole of her thigh briefly envelops your face.

Red consumes your vision for only a moment as you grimace to contain the initial burst of pain shooting through your nostrils.

Whipping her hair back, Rose pushes off of the steel steps with her kneeprint practically stamped all over your facial features.

She looks down at you with a vicious sneer adorning her face.

“Yuck!” Making a face to the camera, she uses the same knee to suddenly press against your face.

Holding on to the ring apron, she then forcibly scrapes her knee against your nose and mouth, remarking while she did it, “Think I got some loser still on me.”

She keeps her knee on your face for a few more seconds, then grabs your hair as she leans back.

Your eyes widen as you realize what she’s about to-

“Argghhh!” you shriek out as she sadistically slams the back of your head against the steps, giving you another near-traumatic dosage of head pain.

The pain lingers in the back of your head as you crumple down even more at her feet, **** to endure the throbbing sensations permeating your mind and interrupting any attempts to regain focus.

“I hope I didn’t give you a concussion, bitch. I want you to remember the complete ass-whipping you’re going to receive,” she snarls, taking you by the arm, and somewhat dragging you up to her feet.

Getting up somewhat off of pure instinct, you feel your body being pushed back inside the ring with the tattooed woman following after you.