No. Fight her on your own terms.

It’s almost too good to be true. Key word: almost.

Making up your mind, you stand your ground against her smug posture.

Determined to finish this match on your terms, you tell her simply, “Thanks but no thanks. I’m not that easy.”

Her face betrays a hint of disappointment, but she shrugs it off.

“Fine. But, don’t say I never did nothin’ for ya,” she sighs, before suddenly rushing you.

Taken by surprise, you’re nearly taken off your feet as the Cowgirl dips her shoulder into your gut while wrapping her arms around your midsection.

Charging forward with you struggling against her grasp, your feet continue to shuffle backwards against your will until your back finally crashes against the turnbuckle.

The air is filled with a distinct thud as she drives her shoulder hard into your midsection in an attempt to soften you up.

Grunting slightly, you luch forwards just as she rears back and drives her shoulder into you yet again.

The second thrust is even more brutal than the first, which is followed by a third and final thrust that nearly has you wheezing for air.

“I bet John’s wishing he had taken that chance now, huh folks!” the announcer chides, as Dinah straightens herself out.

Stepping back, Dinah shoots you a devilish grin before delivering a swift gut punch for good measure.

The punch drops you down to a knee, but by a thread of resilience you’re able to pull yourself up as the Cowgirl’s eyes once again light out mischievously.

You only make it a few steps before her fingers dig into your hair and forces your gaping face directly in between her breasts!

The word uncomfortable doesn’t even describe your predicament as your face is nearly squished against her soft yet sizable globes.

Protesting through a muffled voice, you’re still too disoriented to push away from her breast smothering. The only option, at least for now, is to simply endure.

Smearing your facial features against her breasts, Dinah cooes delightfully as your protests actually help massage her sensitive nipples.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, John boy! The big finale is coming up,” she purrs knowingly at you as her breasts continue to dominate your visual field.

Though her soft flesh is enticing enough for your bruised face, the humiliation factor far outweighs even that.

Dinah smothers your face for just a few seconds longer before you finally muster the strength to push away from her waist to avoid falling victim to an early domination point.

Collapsing in a gasping heap at her feet, you struggle to recoup from the smothering but the ever opportunistic Cowgirl senses opportunity.

Grabbing a handful of your sweaty bangs, she takes a deep breath before forcing your head directly between her thighs.

Bending forward, you finally come to just as her arms wrap around your midsection.

“Don’t ya worry about nothin’. This one’s a real doozy,” she smiles eagerly, before…..