Fake her out.

Don't have much left. Have to be clever about this.

Her highness takes a deep breath, & tries to strike up a small conversation.

"Once more into the breach, dear friend?"

You turn your back on her & exit the ring.

"What in the world do you think you're doing?"

You don't look at her. "Leaving."

She pouts ever so slightly. "We have business to conclude, please return."

You walk around the ring towards the ramp & still don't look. "I've already finished, so I'm leaving."

The audience who overheard gasp at your crudity. Paisley is indignant. "How dare you! I demand that you come back here!"

Almost there.

You stop by the ringpost, sigh, & look up with a bored expression. "Or what, Princess Prissy Pants?"

She's stomps over to the post with fury in every step. "Get back here before I lash you from..."

Now!

In her fury she didn't notice you reach around the post & pull her feet out from under her, to pull her cunt first into the post.

The crowd were laughing at the prat fall, now they're cringing at the low blow. Her highness is so crippled by the pain she doesn't even scream, just sits bolt upright & forms a mask of pain. But you're not done yet. When she falls onto her back you position her legs for another.

With terror in her eyes she squeaks out "No, please no."

You ignore, & slam her into the post even harder than before. Her scream actually hurts your ears.

"Damn it John, that's prize pussy you're damaging!" the announcer chastises.

Come to think of it, her lower lips have been getting thoroughly worked on during the match. You ignore that, (as well as the crowd's increasing boos) to return to the ring & drag Paisley out of her fetal position. She weakly protests as you sit on her stomach face her feet, while pinning her arms to her side. Her boobs feel pretty nice on your butt. Glancing over your shoulder, you wait for her to meet your eye. You make a claw with your hand.

"Do you give up?"

She stare back defiantly, so you use your claw on her crotch.

"AAAAAH! Yes I give up!"

You release her immediately, but remain seated.

"Who's the winner?"

"You're the fucking winner" she whines.

All this fighting & that's the first time she's sworn.

You strike a modest victory pose before extricating from the ring. There's no sporting way of saying 'sorry for crushing your crotch like a coke can' so you don't bother.

You win 1 point, & the match, by submission.