After throwing Roberta from the stage, I stand there a minute, admiring my dominance to this point. Then something snaps in my mind, "the fight isn't over dumbass" I think to myself. I jump from the stage and stroll over to my opponent lying on the floor. I can see she is hurt, but I am well aware of what a wounded tiger is capable of. I watch her closely as I approach her. I look down into her eyes. I see the fear welling up. I unleash a series of stomps to her body... First her already softened belly, once, twice, trice.. And one vicious soccer kick into the side of her tit. Instead of drawing my leg back, I follow through the momentum and plant the foot on the other side of her body and plop down, dropping my ample ass onto her chest. Kneeling astride her, I begin to wrestle her arms to trap them under my knees....