Charge. The best defense is a good offense.

You take off running, aiming directly at Chloe ahead of you, but she clearly anticipated her move. Just as you’re about to hit her, she jumps up, uses her long legs to grab onto your neck, and flips over in midair. You come slamming down to the mat with her on top of you, and she rolls forward on impact, grabbing your legs under her arms and trapping your face under her pussy.

You’re not quite sure what just happened, and it doesn’t help that your head is still spinning, but the announcer clears it up with “Chloe opens the match with a textbook Hurricanrana!”

You stare up in awe at your friend. She’s already pinned you down only seconds after the start of the match. The ref counts you out quickly, and you hear the sound of the point buzzer echo through the arena...but Chloe doesn’t stand up.

“Uh-uh, don’t go anywhere yet. I want more from you,” she says, and starts grinding down on your nose and mouth. The material of her monokini is smooth and slick as it rubs against you, and you can see your distorted reflection in the shiny silver fabric as the telltale first signs of wetness appear between her thighs.

“Oh...” She lets out a soft, satisfied sigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.”

You’re unable to respond with your face stuffed into her crotch. She leans forward, pressing down harder on you as she forces your legs down toward your body.

You’re just starting to wonder if she’ll ever let you up when the buzzer goes off again. Twenty seconds, and she jumps to her feet.

“I could have KO’d you right then and there,” she points out, “but I wanted to give you a fighting chance.” There’s more than a trace of irony in her voice as she says this.

You’ve lost two points for a pinfall and domination.