No....

You push and you shove and you get your hands all over the delirious lady, but she just weighs too much for you. Champions are really hard....

You settle for lighting patting her back, trying to bring her back aware of the world, which turns into frantic slapping as the world closes in around you and the sounds of the audience's cheers grow dimmer. You got this lady so horny that she's basically comatose, and she still beat you... this.... is so..... unfair......*

Your eyes roll up into your head and your hands rest limply on the lady's back, before slowly falling outstretched either side of you. What a way to lose! It takes almost a full minute for her to regain control, so by the time she realises where she is and rises up from your face, you're far away in dream land. If you were conscious, you'd see the mixture of humour, pride, and displeasure on her face. She gently kicks the side of your face, and it rolls loosely to the side.

"I wanted you to make me cum, bimbo." She's speaking quietly, just loud enough for herself to hear. "Not to knock you out. Whore."

Still, she takes up a pose and puts a foot on your chest, right where you spill out from your sports bra. She's bragging to the audience about how easy you were, how weak you were, and something about not liking big-titted girls, but you're too passed out to hear her as she mocks you and the legends surrounding your ability. If you were awake, you wouldn't be sure what she means by that, but it's a question for another day as she leaves the ring to audience applause.