Knock her out.

Don't have much left, better end this quick.

Her highness takes a deep breath, & tries to strike up a small conversation.

"Once more into the breach it would..."

You breach her head with a sucker punch jab that sends her reeling. The crowd gasps & boos. Her face is stunned.

"Seems Johnny's tired of being polite." The announcer couldn't be more right.

Paisley stands back upright, but when she turns around you damn near lift her with an uppercut. Her noggin & knockers rise up then sink down in 1 moment. When she falls down to a knee she barely avoids face-planting the mat. For a split second you see her eyes are glassy, blonde hair hangs like a messy shroud, she wobbles back to her feet.

You wind up & announce "say goodnight Sleeping Beauty."

All your energy goes into an overhand right to knock the princess down for the count... that misses. She ducks (collapses?) under your swing. As your momentum whirls you around, she hooks her illustrated arms into yours & continues to duck down, dragging you back-to-back onto the mat. Textbook backslide pin.

1...

You're completely gassed, can't wriggle out.

2...

Her grip's weak, you can hear her straining, if you can just...

3.

What! What the fuck just happened!

Her highness releases & instantly collapses face first onto the mat, while you roll onto your knees. You're standing taller, you're healthier, but you still lost! The official raises Paisley's lifeless hand off the mat. All you can do is stare in shock, arms around your head in a "why me" pose.

The announcer proclaims "The Princess pulls it off! What a victory from the jaws of defeat!"

Her highness is slowly making her way up to kneeling, where she gives the ghost of her bow to the crowd. By the time she raises her head, you've exited. You stomp up the ramp to be alone. Losing is one thing, losing to your own stupidity is something else.

Paisley wins 1 point, & the match, with a pin-fall.