Lock up!

You two collide in an aggressive collar-and-elbow tie up pitting your strength of will against her Amazonian might.

“Looks like the rookie wants to prove his mettle against his opponent the old-fashioned way,” the announcer observes.

As your forearms intertwine and strain against each other, the Cowgirl easily holds her own while a strained grimace adorns your face.

Digging your heels into the mat, you hold firm in your grappling stance using every bit of upper-body strength that you could muster.

And even with your entire body pushing against her, it seems only mildly annoying to Dinah Davis who maintains her end of the hold with relative ease.

Standing in a noticeably more relaxed stance opposite yours, the country fighter wears her usual smug leer while a look of pure extortion and mental strain dominates your expression in stark contrast.

Pumping your remaining energy reserves into your legs and waist, you concentrate your efforts on driving her back while she merely seems content keeping you at bay.

Leveraging her considerable muscle mass against yours, the buxom blonde seems completely confident in her eventual triumph as you two remain deadlocked in the middle of the ring.

Neither of you has given so much as an inch to the other, but there has to be a breaking point.

Anchored by your will to win (and pride), you lock eyes with the Cowgirl, who at least seemingly seems unaffected by your frantic determination to best her physically.

“That the best ya can do, John?” she taunts you.

Undeterred as she mocks your efforts, you defiantly snarl at her through gritted teeth, “You can’t handle my best.”

Seconds later, the intense tie up finally comes to a head.