Take it on the chin, errr... head

The drop lasts a millisecond, but the pain will last hours. The Warrior screeches in triumph & sits.

When your neck hits the mat, your compacted body doubles the downward ****. Pain shoots from your nape to your waist in a heartbeat, you feel your knees fall past your head in an evil yoga pose.

Samira will love this.

It seems your foe wants to make doubly sure you're staying down for 3. She grabs hold of your trunks & yanks them down your legs, which pushes your shoulders harder into the mat. Your cock & balls fall out with a flop, to a small chorus of wolf whistles. To the side you hear an obvious sound. 1... 2... 3.

"Aaaaand that's the round folks. Hey, some new friends have come out to watch."

Those new friends are dangling pretty close to your own face, so you'd rather just get up & nurse your wounds. The Warrior pushes you backwards, you roll onto your knees. She stays sitting on the ground with you, to look down at your dick with genuine intrigue.

You're ill-tempered when you say "take a picture, it'll last longer."

"I'd rather have a go with it, memories last forever" a thick Irish brogue responds.

She just spoke to you, for the first time, in the whole match, to say she wants to fuck you. As if you weren't distracted enough.

"Fat fucking chance right now."

"I'll fuck that fatty soon as I get the chance."

"Cram the limericks Leprecunt."

The Last Warrior wins 1 point for pinfall.