You scream out yer surrender one more time but yer pride is stopping you from making that little gesture that proves without a doubt yer total submission. Its obvious you need convincing so I squeeze yer head even harder. That does it. You cry out that you will finally end yer suffering and kiss my kitty. I relax my crushing vise and wait for yer lips to ‘kiss kiss’. But you take too long doing it. That tiny shred of pride and dignity deep inside you is resisting to the very end. So I give yer hair a violent tug. And finally I feel yer trembling lips press against the fabric of my thong. I pump my fist to the crowd and their roar rocks the entire arena. I release the scissors and let go of yer hair. Now that you totally submitted to me and the fight is over the adrenaline rush fades and I collapse on the mat on my back next to you. Exhausted and in a lot of pain. Gasping for air and drenched in perspiration. But I manage to sit up with a groan and slowly stagger to my feet wincing from the stinging fire in my kitty. I wipe the tears from my eyes and look down at you on the mat curled up on yer side with yer knees tucked up. We are right in the middle of the pit. I walk around yer body waving to the audience and I break into a big smile. I use my bare foot to push you over onto yer back. I know I could just walk away, content with getting my revenge for our first fight and beating you this time like I said I would. I know how good a fighter you are, and how close you came to beating me again. How you had me in big trouble and in excruciating pain. And how you fought hard to the very end and it took all my strength and energy and will power to finally break you. I could just walk away. But I’m not gonna walk away. I’m gonna savor this sweet moment. Make it a moment I’ll never forget and neither will you. I strike a victory pose standing over you with my bare foot on yer heaving belly. I flex for the crowd. OMG they are all on their feet now giving me a standing ovation! Well, not all of them. Some of yer fans are sitting with heads down and very silent. I look down at you again lying there moaning with yer eyes closed. “Open yer eyes Bridgette, yer missing all the fun!” I wait for you to slowly open yer eyes and when you do I move my foot up and plant it on yer face pushing down a bit. I raise my clenched fist high in the air and soak in the cheers of the crowd knowing I’ll be partying celebrating my win all nite long!!!