Powerbomb!

You let got of her wrists, linking your arms under her torso, trying to lift her up for the powerbomb. It doesn't work; This looks easy on TV, but she's too heavy, and you can't just dead lift all her weight. To make things worse, the minute your hands are free, she starts punching you, snapping your head left and then right with powerful blows. You feel the match slipping away as her target drifts lower, painfully pancaking your breasts into your ribcage as you try to grab her arms. She leans up, her left hand grabbing the back of your head as she powers punch after punch into your face. You see stars and collapse. Helene's beaten the fight out of you, and you can only groan in pain as you feel her stripping your suit off.

Helene goes to her corner and gets her strapon; you don't even have the energy to try and escape as she comes back over to you. You're rolled onto your back and she lays lays on top of you, forcing her tongue into your mouth. Her hands roam your tits, pulling and tweaking your nipples as she kisses you. Down between your legs, she's rubbing the strapon against your entrance. Soon you find your hips moving as your body responds to her attention. She slowly slides the strapon in, driving it up to the hilt, giggling as you let out a gasp. She starts fucking you, slowly at first, her thrusts picking up speed and power. She lets go of your tits, holding onto your waist as she starts pounding you. Your hips are bucking as she fucks you wildly, and then you're cumming, eyes closed in ecstasy as she drives you over the edge.

She pops the dildo out and, to your immense relief, tosses it aside. She scoots up to your head, and the last thing you remember that evening is her pussy blocking out the ring lights as she starts her victory ride on your beaten face.