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It doesn't take any fancy footwork or misdirection to send her to the canvas: just a nice, simple, well-aimed swing.

You are locked up, chest-to-chest and the ref's view is blocked by your opponent's body. You can't get a good swing in so you drop her with a knee to the chest. It's cheating... but with any luck she'll be knocked out and unable to shout about it.

A single thunderous shot to the body is all it takes to send her down. Can she catch her breath before the count of 10?

A thunderbolt straight from Thor's back pocket... SMASH!! You hit a home run with that one: no way she'll even remember what hit her!

You are so sure that you put her down for the ten count that you start to gloat over her down there. But maybe your celebrations are premature. It seems to give her the strength required to beat the count and get back up, just to defy you.

She manages to beat the ten count and gets back on her feet, spouting bullshit excuses as to why she was down there in the first place.

With that last attack, as soon as she hits the mat you know it's all over for her. The celebrations start early as you get down to her and gloat in her dazed face as she is counted out, in the most appalling display of bad sportsmanship you can muster.

With her knocked out and unable to rise, you win the fight. But you are both eager to enjoy your prize and to rub it in, and immediately strip her top and get her tits out, even as the ref gets to ten!

You both read the message that has been given to you. Is it the rules of the fight? Or is it the reason you are fighting at all?

She sure made a mistake crossing you in the ring. You defeated her, dominated her... and now you will educate her with a lesson she won't forget. Seeing her squirm helplessly in your grip, you warn her not to make the mistake of challenging you again.

Having defeated your opponent and enjoyed the spoils of victory, there is only one thing left to do. The ref raises your hand and declares you the winner. As if they didn't know it already.

Victorious and triumphant, you enjoy the feeling of victory, basking in the glow of your own superiority. Meanwhile, the loser is ushered away. Is she getting checked out? Or is she hiding her embarrassment? It doesn't matter. Losers don't belong in your ring.

She's laying there looking all cute and defeated. You straddle her and sit on her like a cushion, relaxing and basking in her humiliation as the ringside photographers take photographs of you both.

Two fighters entered the ring, only one emerged victorious. Of course that was you! You strike a dashing pose to the admiration of your fans and to the envy of your fallen opponent.

The hype is real: it's happening now! This is the biggest fixture of the week and it's all about to kick off. Speculation abound: who is gong to win the big match?

It's not as if you don't know what you're letting yourself in for but the ref goes over the rules of the fight anyway. At least this way she won't be able to complain when you beat and humiliate her.

You come face-to-face and you start already: wall to wall smack talk and ego-inflating statements. She doesn't know whether to laugh or roll her eyes as you pump yourself full of hot air. Now you just need not to lose or you're going to end up looking very very silly indeed.

You slow the pace, taking time to walk around the ring and catch your breath. Not that she takes the opportunity to attack: she's looking pretty glad for the reprieve.

She tries a lightning quick hit-and-run. But you are quicker and make sure that she comes off worse.

Jackpot! You land a huge swing right on the money, sending her staggering.

You're both here and ready to get this fight under way. You square up to each other, trying to stare each other down. But neither of you is going to be the first to flinch.

The peacocking starts in earnest as you both prance and pose before the match, trying to show how supremely confident you both are in your skills.

You're not really here to hurt each other. Not really. You show your respect for each other, showing that you are both here for the competition. And the sex, of course.

You make an extravagant entrance, wowing and intimidating everyone with your awesome charisma as you strut in, pose and flex. Is that a grimace of fear you see on their face? Or are they trying not to laugh?