Sanchez has you going

You take a vicious lunge for the dirty fighter, but he sidesteps quickly and leaps up, landing a blow across your temple that clouds your vision and make you stumble, landing on all fours. You start to rub your head when you hear his obnoxiously mocking laugh. “What? For me!? You shouldn’t have, Zonny.”

You let out a cry as he suddenly and deeply enters you, a rather painful intrusion even with your lubricant. You claw at the mat for some leverage, but he locks his legs around yours and his hips bang into your tender ass. He grips your dreads and pulls back, yanking himself even deeper as you cringe, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he slams into you, making a show of fucking you senseless before the crowd. If you’re going to stop him, you realize it’ll have to be quick. Scumbag or not, he’s taking you to the cleaners right now.