Accept. It’ll be a hell of a career boost, and it’s a win-win besides.

“Sounds good to me,” you say.

“Excellent!” she replies, and this time her smile seems to come from genuine happiness.

“You seem pretty psyched about losing to a guy you could beat easily,” you point out dryly.

“I prefer to think of it as an investment. Weapons are under the ring; you should be able to reach under and grab one from near the ropes. And no funny business—it’ll take more than a cheap trick to beat me for real.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say as she releases the camel clutch. She stands up and poses dramatically with her back to you, working the crowd while also giving you room to maneuver. You crawl toward the ropes, pretending to be in pain.

You reach the ringside and grope around under the apron, searching for a weapon. Your grasping hand grips the handle of a baseball bat as the Champion turns around.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” she warns, sauntering toward you.

You wait a few more seconds before she reaches you, and you “strike”, pulling the baseball bat out from under the ring and whipping it toward her stomach. Though you stop its arc at the last moment so as not to seriously harm her, she sells the pain surprisingly well, gasping for air and doubling over. Another “blow” to the back of the knee sends her to the ground.

The crowd boos and hisses as you stand over the Champion, but you don’t mind—there’s no such thing as bad publicity, after all, and you’re all right with playing a heel.

You rain down a few more fake hits with the baseball bat until she surreptitiously signals you to stop. Roxie makes a show of being totally beaten, groaning on the ground and trying unsuccessfully to get up.

“Looks like the tables have turned!” you shout, doing your best to get into your new persona. “It’s not so fun when it’s you down there, is it?”

Roxie shakes her head, letting out another groan for show.

You kneel down and lean your face up close to hers. “You know, since I have you at my mercy now instead of the other way around...I could have a lot of fun taking my ****.”

You look away from the audience and glance at her questioningly. “Could I?”

She gives you a fractional nod, and says “yes” so quietly that you barely even see her lips move.

You grin in anticipation and look back up. “Now...what to do to you first?”