No. You have to draw the line somewhere.

You shake your head defiantly at { last }, who quirks an eyebrow at you. “No? I thought I’d already taught you the price of disobeying me. But you’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that. Maybe I need to give you another lesson, just to make it sink in.”

She shoves your head down, stepping over you with one toned leg and locking in a brutal standing headscissors. As you struggle fruitlessly against the incredible power of her thighs, she reaches one hand back to lightly grab ahold of your balls. “I’ll let you get away with this one, because I’m in a good mood,” she tells you, “but remember, from here on out...you’re not in a position to refuse my wishes.”

She punctuates the veiled threat with a squeeze on both your neck and your balls, the former hard enough to cause blackness to seep in at the edges of your vision, the latter just tight enough to make you wince, hinting at something far more serious if you continue to defy her.

“Now,” she continues, looking back up at Alicia, “let’s have it off. Unless you want to be punished along with him.”

The ref shakes her head quickly and starts stripping down. The few scraps of fabric holding together the skimpy outfit come apart quickly, and in a few moments the referee is standing before you completely naked, blushing furiously as she exposes herself to the watching crowd.

“Looking good,” the Champion murmurs to her sincerely.

“Really?” asks Alicia quietly.

“Damn straight,” Roxie confirms. “You can head back to the corner now.”

The ref nods and hurries back to her post, keeping an eye on you and the Champion as you get ready to engage again.