Yep (requires 4 DEXTERITY)

Your reaction speed saves you, letting you hop over the charging Warrior. Her momentum drives her shoulder first into the steel post. The dull thud is sickening, followed by a sympathetic 'ooh' from the front row.

"Last Warrior spears the ring post, but the ring post's not in the match."

She lays along the length of the turnbuckle, hugging the post. There's little strength in her legs, she's simply being propped up. Her breaths are the short sharp hisses synonymous with acute pain. You take a good look at her muscular back, & her warrior womanhood presented to you. Soft lips flanked by steel thighs & a rock hard ass. But as fun as it would be, you can't stare all day.