....lose.......

There's nothing you can do... this lady's just way too strong for you...

Your vision goes black once more as her big bully boobs take over. Lower down, she slowly rubs her bikini-clad mound against your thigh, and you can feel it leaving a wet trail across it. You really.... lost to someone.... this dirty...?

That's your last thought as the life temporarily leaves you and your eyes roll back into your head. With an amused hmmph, the Champion and your vast superior slowly peels herself up and off of your limp body, standing over you with her hands on her cocked hips as the crowd cheers out their praises. The bell rings, and the timer stops itself -- you didn't even last two minutes.

Not content in just defeating you and leaving you ****, the distinguished Bombardier bends over, letting the audience see her title plastered in white lettering across the back of her ass, as she eyes your lofty bosom spilling out of the undersized bra and speaking loud enough for the audience to hear.

"Sweet dreams, darling. Maybe in the dreamworld you aren't such a weak loser."

Standing upright, she shifts her hands to cup her own breasts and looks over towards your sleeping face, mouth slightly parted. "Bet you thought you were hot shit just because you've got some tit, huh? Well it didn't help you here, whore-for-hire. Leave the fighting to those of us with talent, 'mkay?"

A grin overtakes her face. She clearly is enjoying this swift, easy victory immensely, as she steps closer and plants her foot (gently) onto your neck. "The great Pink Pincer.... downed so easily. All that talk, all those stories, and you can't even stand up to a light breast on your face. Unbelievable."

Wait, that's not you. You're ****, but still, that's not you. Did the guy not tell anybody that you're just the replacement...?

Removing her foot, she crouches down beside your sleeping face to speak in an almost whisper right up into your ear, but taking care to speak loud enough for the microphones to pick up. "You're an easy little slut. I had you beaten before this even started. You knew it, I knew it... now everybody else does.". The mighty and powerful champion Bombardier raises her hand high into the air above the girl that she thinks is her longtime rival, then with a loud slapping sound she brings it down hard in a tight grip over the crotch of the ****, storied combatant. "Not even two min- oh my god, are you wet?!"

If you were awake, you'd protest to that, but instead you just wince and murmur in your sleep as the Bombardier lifts her hand to in front of her eyes to inspect the moisture. You're not dirty!

"You are! You little slut... useless.... all it takes is a bit of woman, and you crumble. All that supposed power, but it didn't take much at all to make you completely fall apart. Pathetic."

With a loud, scornful laugh, she reaches up and wipes her hand off dry onto your overly tight pink sports bra and stands up, the process of which sees one of your tits pop out fully, visible for all to see, and earning a smirk from the Bombardier.

"Unbelievable...." she smiles to herself as she shakes her head and walks out of the ring.

You didn't even put up a fight...

***

Eventually, you wake up, and the man returns you your clothes and congratulates you on a fantastic match. Embarrassed, and feeling more violated than you know the reasoning for, you get dressed and head back out to make some more money. The entire city saw it, so maybe you could review the footage some time to try to learn from? Little do you realise the shame and horror and TOP SECRET arousal that watching the end of the fight would bring you...