Go back to your locker room and cry.

The world starts to get a little fuzzy as the announcers ramble on, expressing surprise at Jobberella's upset victory and mocking you relentlessly for your defeat.

"I thought she had more fight in her that..." Sophie says.

"Well she definitely isn't much of a fighter if she lost to Jobberella - hey, you think she gets to change her name now?"

"Well according to the rules, Jobberella now has a chance to start fresh at the starting rank, with the same record of course..."

You groan in agony as Jobberella keeps pressing her ass against your chin, forcing you to smell her sweaty rear end. It's obvious she's enjoying herself.

After several agonizing minutes, Jobberella stands up, plants one foot on your breasts, and strikes one last victory pose. She leaves you alone in the ring and struts off, pleased with herself and hopeful for her future career, and blissfully unaware that she just destroyed yours before it could begin.

The crowd continues to laugh, and as you realize they're laughing at you, you start to tear up. You run out of the arena in disgrace, holding back tears until you finally reach Locker Room #13.