*You blink a few times as you see her squirm to her feet, then slide out of the ring. She's leaving... she's leaving, you just can't fathom it for a moment, people don't run from you... no one goes for a countout loss. "COME BACK HERE" you bellow, leaning against the ropes as you see her scury away, backing off, watching you and occasionally glancing behind her to make sure no one is coming "Thats not fair!" you hollor "You get back here and get whats coming to you!" Apparently she isn't seduced into coming back into the ring, your left there feeling imbarased, your hardness starting to go limp with embarasment.. the crowd is getting ugly.
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