Velvet Sky, the vaunted diva, is brought low in the ring, her face buried deep in the stinking armpit of her conqueror. The crowd cheers as she writhes, her once-proud visage now a mask of revulsion and defeat. The referee's count echoes through the arena, each number a testament to Velvet Sky's ignominious fall, her stinkface a lasting reminder of her hard-won lesson in humility.