She’s dominated and humiliated you, but you’re mostly unharmed. She wants to soften you up a little bit before she ends the match.

Roxie closes the distance between you quickly, grabbing your arm and hurling you towards the ropes. You bounce back and stumble forward—right into a textbook clothesline. The ground comes rushing up to meet you as her arm smashes you in the chest.

But unlike before, the Champion doesn’t let you get up to keep fighting. Instead, she drags you back over to the ropes. She raises her fists in a boxing stance and starts speed-bagging your face, battering you against the ropes with a blindingly fast series of punches.

Once Roxie is satisfied that you’re dazed and punch-drunk, she pulls you to the side again, this time shifting you over to the corner. But she doesn’t smash you into it—instead, she climbs the ropes behind it and braces herself in an odd position, holding herself up with only her arms gripping the top rope and letting her legs hang free.

Then, she shows you what she’s been going for—her legs wrap around your midsection in a scissorhold, before lifting you up with a Herculean effort so that she’s holding you off the ground with her legs alone, and supporting the weight of both of you with just your arms. She pulls you further and further up until she’s essentially doing a handstand on the top rope, and her legs, pointing straight up, have you trapped in her tightest scissors yet.

It’s a truly incredible display of strength, and the crowd roars its approval as the Champion squeezes you into submission. You tap out feebly on her thigh, but she just looks up at you and shakes her head.

She holds you there in agony for a couple more seconds. Then, she twists her hips so that your body is parallel to the mat, and lets herself fall forward.

Roxie lets go of the scissors at the last second, and gravity does the work of slamming you to the canvas for her. You actually bounce a little bit on impact, before coming to rest on your back, stunned.

Your vision doubles and spins crazily, jarred from the tremendous impact, but once it focuses you see the Champion now standing atop the corner, looking for all the world like a predator ready to pounce.

Just as your eyes start to widen, she does just that, leaping from the ropes to land a punishing body splash that comes down right across your belly, already weakened from her incredible scissors.

You’re still conscious, somehow, but utterly defeated. If this match allowed pinfalls, the Champion could put one finger on you and count you out. But it doesn’t, so when she stands up and steps on your bruised chest with one foot, it’s not so much a play to end the match as a further display of superiority.

“Who beat you?” Roxie demands.

“You did,” you reply weakly.

“Not good enough,” she declares. “Say my fucking name.”

“Roxie,” you correct yourself obediently.

“Who knocked you around the ring until you were a beaten mess and didn’t even take a scratch in return?”

“Roxie...”

“Louder! Who **** you to service her and turned your whole body into her personal sex toy?”

“Roxie!”

“Who’s the strongest, toughest, sexiest fighter in this whole league?”

“Roxie!”

“One more question, and I want you to shout it out so the whole audience can hear you: WHO IS THE CHAMPION?”

“Roxie!” you scream with all the air left in your lungs, and a roar goes up all around the arena as the Champion basks in the glory of her victory.

“That’s right,” she says with total satisfaction. “Now...it’s time to end this.”