Piss her off, get her mad & sloppy

This Warrior is laser focused on you, so you decide to break her focus.

Without warning, you slap her across the mouth, hard & loud.

The crowd gasps then falls silent, her head snaps sideways then falls still. She's completely stunned. She's locked up. That's not what you expected, you thought she'd go...

"AAAAACH!"

... insane!

For a split second you see her face contorted in fury, before she buries her should in your gut & sprints you into a corner with a huge thud. The Warrior rams you in the gut over & over. All your breath pushed out of you 1 by 1. When she stands upright, it's only to wrap her hands around your throat like a murderer. Her pushing your head up is doing more to hold you up than your own legs are. Prying at her hands is futile, staring into her face is terrifying. Red hair resembles a blood soaked veil over razor sharp emeralds sit in an evil face. Already you see your vision blurring.

"I'd say I feel bad for you John, but, what the hell were you thinking?!" Announcers aren't good motivators.

The official steps in to check your condition, but the Warrior (still in a frenzy) whirls around to her & damn near hisses. When Referee scrambles back in fear your foe forgets about you to stomp off after her new prey. You collapse like a sack of bowling balls. Taking in huge gulps of air, you feel your neck ache & your eyes bulge. Your sight returns to normal. Near another corner the official is reprimanding the Warrior.

Damn you're brave lady.

Your foe is still facing away, giving you a precious moment to 1: catch your breath, 2: regain your footing, 3: get a good look at her. That little adrenaline burst has gotten her veins pumping, bringing a solid sheath of muscle up to the surface of her skin. Honed muscle, for a good mix of power & speed, as you can attest. Probably the tightest athletic ass in the whole League too. You stare. When the Warrior turns around to come back at you, you're still staring. Still light headed, unfocused. She demands your focus with a running forearm that crushes you into the corner. Your head hangs a little, your eyes follow the blue paint on her skin, instead of her other forearm.

Focus you fucking idiot!

The Warrior has you trapped in the corner & struggling to stand. She goes in for the kill. Mounting the bottom rope for a little extra height, the strikes rain down on your head. No longer frantic but deliberate & well paced. She knows you'll drop eventually, no need to rush.