Nope

Gar’s muscles pulsed, standing up as Alex still hung from her arm. Suspended in mid-air, Alex let go and caught herself in a handstand, throwing a double kick into Gar’s steely abs. It winded the barbarian long enough to grab her by the hair, swinging her by it into a turnbuckle. Gar screamed in her unnaturally feminine voice as she connected with the ringpost, Alex continuing to slam her over and over relentlessly.

Gar soon had tears pouring down her hulking chest, Alex leaning next to her head. “You want to end this?” she whispered.
Gar whimpered and nodded.
Alex slid off her bottoms, revealing her bare crotch. She leaned Gar’s head against the corner, wrapping her legs around her head and locking her ankles behind the turnbuckle, pressing her muff into Gar’s face and squeezing it against the ringpost in a gymnastic pussy-smother.