Danielle taunts and overpowers the remaining men

Danielle looks around at her handiwork so far. Two men are **** in a pile. Her other three huge opponents have been girl handled to the point of wooziness. Danielle takes a moment to smooth her dress, rest against the ropes, and scold her backstabbing opponents.

"Did you think you men would succeed with your foolish plan?" she asked. "Did you really think that the only reason a girl like me could wipe the mat with all of you at once is because of some pre-arranged deal?"

She lifts her right arm parallel to the floor and slowly, ever so slowly, bends it into a beautiful bicep pose. The dichotomy of the situation is almost as staggering as her right cross. The petite, gorgeous woman flexing her slim, feminine arm in an abject show of girl power in front of her five monstrous foes - each outweighing her by at least 100 pounds. And it is the three remaining conscious men who are unsure of themselves!

After all, the pretty maiden has already disposed of two of their comrades and she's done it with such contemptuous ease that each of the three men find themselves looking at their own large muscles, comparing those huge mounds of masculine power and seriously wondering if they can stand up against the incredible woman leaning against the ropes.

Danielle kisses her bicep tenderly while watching the reactions of her remaining prey. "Which on will break?" she thinks to herself. Finally she sees what she is looking for and makes a break for the one.

He's the one who has figured out that he doesn't stand a chance against this amazing woman and her limitless girl power. He's going to do the only thing that a cornered animal can do when facing far superior firepower...run!

Run he does! Or at least tries to, but Danielle is already on the case. She bolts across the ring barely slowing her pace to grab the heads of the other two men and blast their noggins together. The two beefcakes are out before they crash onto the growing pile of men in the center of the ring, but Danielle doesn't slow down to admire her work.

The feet of the man whose spirit has been broken are moving him as fast as a man can fly...but not as fast as a woman. In a moment the chase is over. The big, muscular man is caught from behind by the slim, sexy girl and he's hauled head over heels in a sideways suplex.

His sobbing pleas of "Please don't hurt me! You're much too strong for me! Please! I give up! I give up!" bring out a smile across the pretty face of Danielle.

"Shush...shush...what is it that the big strong man wants from the sexy little girl?" she asks in a singsong voice. She raises a flexed bicep and holds it mere inches from the terrified man's face. "IS it that you don't want me to use this against you?"

The man is paralyzed with fear and can only nod his head up and down in silent agreement.

"And is that because of what this little girl has already done to your friends?" she asks, waving her other arm at the pile of almost half a ton of males that she's already overpowered and defeated.

Her victim sees one chance to escape the punishment that he is surely about to receive from those amazingly powerful fists. He starts crawling towards the huge pile of men that Danielle has already knocked out with her girl power. He climbs to the top of the pile and lies down on his back and closes his eyes - the pile is now complete.

"I love a man who knows his place," Danielle says to the roaring crowd. "It saves us so much time and energy."

With that she fulfills her promise. All five men laid out in a pile in the center of the ring. And Danielle herself is standing on the face of the top man raising her arms in victory...not to mention throwing in a few bicep flexes for good measure.