I wail out in pain as my eyes are dragged against the top rope and I am walked from one corner to the other, held by this big thick woman. She seems to get a lot of enjoyment out of this, and it's clear that she didn't come to wrestle, she came to brawl. That's fine with me, because as we get to the opposite corner and you stop, I pull my right arm forward and bring the elbow back into your soft stomach. Oh, and I can hear the wind rush from you. My eyes still close because of the unfair and nasty treatment, but I want a little breathing time, so I blindly reach and grab your hair and rest your throat against the top rope and pull back, sending you to the middle of the ring, the hard way. Let's fight, hon. I've been waiting for this..