Avoid the Cowgirl's attack and reverse her momentum into victory.

Not even bothering to put her bikini back on, the Cowgirl’s now deliciously nude form is like a work of statuesque art as she rushes at you at a blazing pace.

As she continues to build momentum in her **** dash, you instinctively duck as she lashes out with a powerful clothesline aimed at your gaping expression.

Just barely avoiding being bulldozed by the country fighter, you feel a gust of air caress your face instead of her sizable forearm.

Sidestepping her entire buxom frame in the process, you twirl back around as her momentum carries her forward into the ropes behind you.

Attacking them fiercely with her back, Dinah is promptly slingshotted right back towards you.

Planting your feet firmly, you narrow your eyes in concentration with your arms outstretched to finish this once and for all.

Unable to halt the reverse momentum now carrying her body forwards, Dinah Davis has **** but to simply charge right into your range…..

…...and promptly get body slammed to the mat in a powerful spinebuster that resonates like a gunshot throughout the arena!

Wrapping your arms around her waist just before taking her off her feet, you emphatically drive your opponent and all her buxom beauty down in a surprisingly well-executed maneuver that unsurprisingly depletes whatever energy reserves you still have left.

“And the Cowgirl gets caught flush with a scintillating spinebuster delivered perfectly by the rookie. Talk about high-impact!” the announcer practically swoons, as you nearly collapse on top of her in the immediate wake of delivering such a powerful move.

Groaning inwardly with the fatigue starting to eat away at your joints, you slowly peel your face from her heaving chest with your body now straddling her waist.

“I reckon the rookie’s got this one in the bag, folks,” the announcer continues on, as you stare down your formidable adversary.

With the previously smug Cowgirl now barely stirring beneath you, a sense of victory and pride flows through you.

Smiling weakly, you hook her left leg and gesture for the referee to end this match once and for all.

Dropping down, the official pounds her hand against the mat. “1! 2! -”

In the split second before the referee counts her shoulders down for the third time, Dinah Davis opens her eyes.

Exploding out of her groggy stupor, she snaps her legs shut around your midsection and locks in her deadly vice.

Lifting her hips just in the nick of time to fully cinch in the desperation move, the blonde takes full advantage of your oblivious state.

And just as quickly as it came, the feeling of elation dissipates into a cold panic as her legs constrict around your torso.

Whatever energy you have left is forcefully squeezed out like fruit as her ankles cross at the small of your back allowing her meaty thighs to go to work compressing your ribcage.

Your fingernails desperately dig into her womanly flesh, but the fire in Dinah’s eyes will not be extinguished by painful spurts on your part.

Gritting her teeth, she seems hell-bent on bending your vertebrae backwards with every agonizing second that you hold on.

Clucking his lips together sympathetically, the announcer almost winces as he says, “And it appears I might have spoken a bit too soon, folks.”

And indeed he did, for her legs are simply unbreakable in your current state of fatigue and mental exhaustion.

Her eyes are glued to you as you frantically writhe in her vice grip, studying your body language flounder and eventually succumb to her Amazonian strength.

“Tap or snap, rookie!” she snarls, no longer in the mood for her usual playful games.

Falling down on your palms with the crushing pressure too much to handle, you stare into the Cowgirl’s eyes and quickly realize that she’s more than willing to do the latter of those two to you in the coming seconds.

Biting your lip, you raise your forearm and much to your shame..... tap out to the Cowgirl!

As your hand pounds softly against the mat, the referee calls for the bell.

You crumble down beside her as she relinquishes the bodyscissors, a victorious cry escaping her lips.

“The rookie fought a valiant battle here, folks, but ultimately the Cowgirl wins the war!” the announcer exclaims, as Dinah sits up with you still prone inches away.

Wearing a triumphant expression, she pats you on the shoulder respectfully before rising up to her feet to soak in her victory.

You’ve lost the tiebreaker point for submission.