Seeing that my opponent is basically completely destroyed, I walk over and plant my foot on his back. “This goes out to all you bitches out there, whoever wants to end up like this pathetic loser, line up,” I shout out to the audience, fists above my head.
Having leveled my challenge, I kick my “opponent” onto his back and look down at his crying, bloody face. I smirk at him before spitting in his face, turning around, and dropping my soft bubbly ass right on his face. I reach behind me, grabbing his hair with my left hand, making sure his face is pressed deep between my asscheeks. “You’re going to sleep… forever,” I say as he struggles and moans.
Once he stops struggling and is unconscious, I climb off and lift him to a searing position by his hair. I kneel down behind him and take him by the chin and forehead. I look out into the audience, making eye contact with each of his overly loud fans before I crank hard on his head. I hear the loud snap of a broken neck and I unceremoniously drop his corpse to the mat. I casually standup and walk out of the ring, shouting out “I want my payday now, and next time, try to get me someone who’s an actual challenge.”
