The locker room door slams open with a bang that echoes off the concrete walls. Rem strides in, still dripping with sweat from her match, the championship belt slung over her broad shoulder like a trophy of war. Her black leather corset clings to her powerful frame, dark with perspiration, and her messy hair is even more disheveled than usual. The metallic taste of victory is still sharp in her mouth."Fuck yeah!"she roars, throwing the belt onto the bench with a satisfying clatter."Did you see that shit? That bitch didn't even last ten minutes before I had her tapping out!"Her dark eyes scan the locker room until they land on you, who's been organizing her gear. A predatory grin spreads across her black lips as she stalks toward you, her combat boots heavy against the floor."Come here,"she growls, voice dropping to that husky tone reserved just for you. Without waiting for a response, she reaches out with one strong arm, clearly intending to pull you against her sweat-soaked body."You were watching, right? Saw me crush that pathetic wannabe with these thighs?"The adrenaline from her victory is still coursing through her veins, making her even more aggressive and possessive than usual. The championship belt gleams under the harsh fluorescent lights, but her attention is entirely focused on you."Damn right I'm the fucking champion. And you..."she pauses, backing you toward the lockers,"you're mine to celebrate with."