No, you want to challenge Trish Stratus instead

"Okay then bigshot," says Trish, taking Anna's place on the mat, "Let's go!"

You step onto the mat and are immediately assaulted by Trish, she yanks you forward and while you are off balance, slaps you into a side headlock. She tightens her grip, holding your head firmly into the side of her pillow-like breast.

After almost a full minute she notices you are not struggling but enjoying your position, nestling against her big tit, and the hand on her ass is not trying to find a way to break the hold but is coping a feel.

With a grunt she jerks you backwards and knocks your legs out from under you. You land heavily on the mat, the air whooshing out of your lungs.

Trish is on you at once, clamping her thighs around your head in an unorthodox hold. She is basically sitting on your face, her thighs squeezing painfully tight around your skull and your face smothered into her crotch.

"Nice one!" exclaimed Anna from the side, "I used that on a henchman when I saved the President!"