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Ding ding, round 1.

For some reason the crowd is still very chuckly. You don't care, too focused on your pint-sized plaything across the ring. Despite the bell, Tiffany doesn't leave her corner, simply smiles & motions 'come & get me big boy.' You would, but for 1 problem. When you take your first step out of the corner, you trip over nothing & fall on your face. The mat rushes up & crunches your nose.

"Holy hell folks, he actually fell for it!"

Fell for... oh shit my nose!

The audience is uproarious with laughter, Schoolgirl too as she points & belly laughs. Trying to stand up makes you trip & fall again! You can't move your feet apart... your feet are stuck together... tied together. Too late you realise your predicament: Tiffany tied your shoes together during her lap dance.

OH MY FUCKING GOD HOW DID I FALL FOR THAT?!

Humiliation is palpable, almost painful. It's soon replaced with real pain. In your defenseless state, your foe dives over your head & snares it in a headscissor. She pulls up on her calf which grinds into your wounded nose. The sharp instantaneous pain triggers an immediate response in you, a tap out. Schoolgirl releases the hold right away. From bell to bell, the round may have lasted 20 seconds.

"T. I. F. F! Dropped you on your stupid head! Gooooo Tiff!" From how well practiced her little chant is, you guess you're not the first to fall for it. Not much comfort though.

Tiffany wins 1 point for submission.