Grab her wrist

With as much panic as pain, you shoot out an arm and grab onto her wrist. You dig your thumb in between her bones and she releases you with a painful scream. She rolls off of you and rubs her wrist as you rub your balls. You both look at each other with every evil thought of what you would like to do with the other person.
Having recovered before you have the chance to, she rushes you and plants a dropkick to your head. Her bare feet make a thud as they connect with the side of your head and you see a shock of light with the impact. You fly across the ring and land in the corner turnbuckle as she slowly walks towards you with the devil's grin and intentions.

"How are those balls treating you?" she asks as she begins to massage your crotch with her foot. The combination of terror and pleasure keeps you confused as you don't really know what she has planned. You try to grab her ankle, but you're still too disoriented to make a serious effort. In reality, you're just pawing at her as she decides what she wants. Without much warning, she wraps her legs around your head and begins scissoring you against the corner turnbuckle. Her thin bikini bottom doesn't offer much difference between your face and her pussy. You notice every sense involved in the smell, the texture, even the growing moisture that she's developed this early on in the match. You have a plan...