Full on .

You leap to your feet, ready to put the boot to this fool, and get into a tackling stance. Right as you are about to charge, you feel a sharp pain pulse from your foot. You look down to see that Doinkette brought her oversized boot down on top of your left foot, causing you to yelp out and grab your foot in agony. You bring your knee to your chest as you grab your foot, hopping around the ring like a buffoon.

When you turn to face the mischievous clown, your face is assailed with a slap. You spin on the spot, barely managing to remain on your feet, trying to cease the momentum. Doinkette adds to the spin by slapping your ass each time it comes around. She has you spinning on the spot as the crowd begins clapping along to each spank. Your face burns a bright red from the humiliation, and the torment only ends when Doinkette stops slapping your buns.

Your spin comes to a halt as you stumble about in place, the room spinning and blurring, you fiercely trying to find where your opponent went. When your eyes finally adjust you are staring Doinkette right in her twinkling amber eyes. Your vision is obscured once more as Doinkette slams a banana cream pie in your face.

SPLORCH!

The cream pie splatters onto your face, coating your features in sweet cream, and hiding your blushing cheeks. The **** of the blow rocks your head and knocks you silly. Your hair and chest are covered in the sugary delicacy, as pieces of pie crust fall off of your face and onto your shoulders. Cream is stuffed in your ears, mercifully making it difficult to hear the crowd’s laughter. The pie also makes it incredibly difficult to see and you are unable to determine where your foe went.