No

Your head is spinning from the tackle, and you struggle to get your bearings. You find the ropes on the outside of the ring, using them to lift yourself off of the ground. Slowly but surely your vision returns to you, the several rings you see becoming one once more.

As your eyesight clears, you don't see Janna, and your heart drops. "Where is she?" you think to yourself, head on swivel.

You get your answer when you feel her legs wrap around your torso, and one of her slim yet firm arms wrapping around your neck. She successfully locks in a sleeperhold and bodyscissor combo, jumping onto your back to avoid the hold being broken.

You struggle for air, the pain from both your neck and torso screaming at you to submit. Janna's mouth gets close to your ear, whispering, "Oh come now _rookie... _submit to me..."

Unfortunately, you have ****. Janna had taken this from you, showing you that despite her size, she packed quite the punch. Barely conscious, you tap on her thigh, signaling your defeat at the hands of the wind spirit.

You're let go, and you fall onto your stomach, feeling the victor plant a foot on your body. You simply wait for the inevitable post match punishment.