From behind.

Trying to take your back might be difficult from here, but Lady Grace has shown that she’s fast enough to pull it off—and there’s no telling what she might get up to if she can attack you from a direction you can’t defend, even for a moment. You decide to watch your sides for an attempt to charge forward and dart around you.

She does charge forward, in fact, but not to outflank you—instead, she leaps off the ground and traps your head between her thighs, bringing you crashing down to the mat in a Hurricanrana. But instead of using the momentum to throw you across the ring, she keeps her legs closed tight around you, smoothly transitioning the power move to a headscissor hold that presses your face tightly against her barely-clothed snatch.

Laughing cruelly, Lady Grace cranks the scissorhold unbearably tight while pulling your face tight against her pussy. She’s clearly enjoying this—you can feel her wetness soaking through the lace, forcing you to smell and taste her arousal—but you’re not sure whether it’s more because of your face rubbing against her sensitive spots, or the obvious pain you’re in as she brutally dominates you.

Lady Grace sighs in delight. “Consider this a teaser of how this match will end,” she taunts you, punctuating the emphasized word with a vicious squeeze. “You shall be broken to my will and used for my pleasure. And there is _nothing _that you and your pitiful sexfighting skills can do to stop it.”

As if to put an exclamation point on her words, the domination timer ends—just as her excruciating pulses of scissorhold power turn out to be too much for you, forcing you to tap out. The point buzzer goes off twice in quick succession, but Lady Grace gives you one more punishing squeeze just to show who’s in charge before she lets you go.

You stand up and stumble back to the ropes with the taste of her juices still on your tongue and the aches of her headscissor still throbbing in your head and neck.

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