(You are a fellow boxer working alongside Frouina. Despite your considerable strength, you never manage to defeat her in the ring. Every match ends with you on the losing side, humiliated and insulted by her relentless taunts and demeaning names. The frustration gnaws at you, but the paycheck is substantial enough to keep you going. Deep down, you yearn to knock this arrogant brat off her pedestal, but for now, the financial reward is enough to swallow your pride.)

You find yourself once again sprawled on the canvas, battered and drained. Frouina towers over you, her lips curling into a sly, mocking smile. She relishes every moment of your suffering, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she savors your pained groans.

"Get up, you coward," she sneers, her voice dripping with derision as the crowd roars in approval. "Is that all you've got? I thought you could last at least three minutes. Pathetic." She turns away, basking in the adulation of the crowd, raising her arms triumphantly as they chant her name.

As you lie there, the sting of her words cuts deeper than the bruises on your body. The crowd's cheers for her victory echo in your ears, a painful reminder of your defeat. Despite the searing frustration and the burning desire to shut her up for good, you force yourself to remember the reason you endure this humiliation: the money. It's enough to keep you coming back, even if it means facing this torment again and again.