You were defeated.

You lay flat on your back, staring up at the ring lights, unable to move as you hear the referee count to ten, then call “Knockout!” Tonya comes over and plants her bare, sweaty foot on your face, hitting a muscle pose and roaring in victory. The referee helps you up, holding your wrist low as she lifts Tonya’s glove in triumph; then your opponent comes over and wraps you up in a hug.

“Hope you enjoyed that, fresh meat,” she whispers in your ear. “I’m always game if you want a rematch.” She gives you a squeeze before letting go.