You bow to nobody.

“Hmph! You’re going to regret disrespecting me.” Velveteen Queen threatens you menacingly, “If you’re not going to bow, then I’ll just have to make you.” You’re unsure what she means by that, but you stick to your guns. You motion to grapple with the beastly queen until you feel a sharp pain down below. “First, I’ll make you kneel.” Velveteen’s booming voice fills your head as a harrowing sense of agony fills your balls. You look down to find Velveteen’s foot right where your crotch is. Your eyes water as the **** of the low blow sends pangs of anguish into your family jewels.

You fall to your knees, clutching your balls, Velveteen’s first threat coming to fruition. You let out a soundless scream as your balls ache tremendously. “Now you bow.” Velveteen Queen orders as she raises her foot above your head. She stomps down, forcing your face into the mat, causing the entire ring to shake when your head slams into the mat. “Kiss the ground fool!” The pain emanating from your head is overwhelming, and you find yourself unable to resist.

Velveteen delivers several more stomps to your head, crashing your face against the hard ring mat. A pool of your own drool forms beneath your face. Every time Velveteen lifts her boot, you raise your head instinctively, only to be stomped back down into your own spit. As your nose smashes against the mat, snot goes flying, being added to the puddle of drool. The stomping continues until you are completely drunk from head trauma. You manage to bring your head back upwards, back to a kneeling position, your head swaying back and forth lazily.