Answer arrogantly.

“Yeah, so I went on a little panty raid. So what?” you say, trying to put up a cocky front. “Honestly, does it really matter one way or another? I’ll either end up taking these out of your dresser now or stripping them off that sweet pussy in the ring.”

To your surprise, the Champion lets go of you, but you have a feeling you’re not out of the woods yet. Her eyes, instead of regarding you with slightly impressed bemusement, are now burning with anger.

“Stripping them off, huh?” she repeats in an icy voice.

In a single, fluid motion, she shrugs off her robe to reveal her body, and you suck in your breath. It’s an awe-inspiring sight, dense with muscles and packed with curves, firm breasts and firmer abs, built for fighting and fucking. She’s topless, only adding to the dizzying effect of her revealed form, but pulled tight around her hips is a black pair of panties much like the one in your hand.

Her voice is fierce and compelling as she says, “Okay, tough guy. Let’s put that to the test.”