With the match nearing a decisive conclusion, and her fun nearly at its end, Rarity peered up in search of Fancy Pants. She wanted to make sure he was still watching, still entranced by her every move. When she didn't find him seated directly ahead, or on either side of her, she figured he must be at her back. Glancing over her shoulder again, she locked eyes with Fancy and gave her ass a showy wiggle, flaunting her snared prey for his amusement. His lusty eyes begged her to finish the beaten fighter.