Slowly in your arms, she spasms. Her once struggling body having gone limp.
And though by her shallow breaths and gentle, half-heard whimpers you can tell that she is unconscious, you keep her. Your right leg lifting up and draping over her hip softly, before it hooks and pulls her deeper into your embrace.
For your intent upon your hard-earned victory, is to fall asleep wrapped around your rival, mad though it may seem to any but you and she.