A unique way of you out...

Roxie strolls over to you and rolls you on your back. Before you can get up, she sits down heavily on top of you, trapping you in place. Her massive thighs straddle your midsection, smooth flesh pressing you against rough canvas, and you hear a giggle and a soft rustle of fabric as she fiddles with something on her outfit.

You don’t have much time to wonder what that’s all about before something wraps around your neck and starts pulling backwards. You gasp for air as it constricts around your throat, and as you try to loosen it you realize what it is.

Roxie is **** you with her bikini top.

She pulls you up even further, arching your back into an approximation of a camel clutch, forcing you to look up at the JumboTron screen depicting the events of the match. On it, you see your situation more clearly.

Your face is red, whether from lack of air or embarrassment or both you can't tell, and twisted into a pained grimace. The Champion, however, is fresh-faced and grinning from ear to ear, holding the skimpy bikini strings in one hand and waving and blowing kisses to the enthusiastic crowd in the other. She's barely even breathing hard. It's a demoralizing image, one you know is going to be burned into your memory for a long time to come.

She leans forward and slowly, lecherously licks your ear, drawing a shudder of lustful surprise from you and a cheer from the watching audience. Then she lets the bikini go, and drags you back to your feet to face her once again.

"I could have ended this match just now," she tells you. "Be thankful I've got more in store for you."

You're not sure "thankful" is the word you would use...