I Quit Match
Victory Via Forcing Your Opponent To Proclaim "I Quit"
Her desire to hear her male adversary utterly and completely weep.
"Get on out here..." She'd mutter under her breath, already clad in that strapping black attire of hers, figure having literally power-walked down the ramp to find its place in the corner, with absolutely zero mind paid to an even more than usual rambunctious crowd. Her arms over the top ropes, figure laying fully against the soft padding of the corner, all efforts by the crowd and referee both to gain Eileen's attention would be ignored. Right now, there was only one place her mind was. And it was not somewhere pleasant.