Round three

Diana steps in and kicks you in the gut while you’re down. Oh yeah, that one hurts alright. But you manage to trap her foot against your stomach and she’s not strong enough to pull free. You roll to your knees then surge to your feet, twisting her leg as you pull it upward. You think you’ve got her, but then the Amazon pushes off with her other foot and uses your own grip as support to spin kick you in the side of the head. You see stars, lose your grip on her foot, and stagger backwards against the wall. Fortunately for you she slips and falls backwards to the floor, smacking her head on the barely-padded concrete floor.

When your vision finally clears, you see Wonder Woman on her hands and knees, head hanging, face covered by a curtain of thick black hair.

Without thinking you charge forward and field-goal-kick her right in the stomach. She flops over sideways and rolls away from you, ending up sprawled on her stomach.

You throw yourself on top of the warrior princess and try to pin her. You snake your right arm around her shoulder and the back of her neck. Your left grabs her free arm and you try and **** it into a hold. Superpowers or not, she’s very nearly as strong as you and obviously no stranger to wrestling holds, but in this position she doesn’t have much leverage.

You’ve almost got her other arm pinned when the world explodes in white hot pain. The way you were positioned there’s no way she should’ve been able to kick you in the balls, yet that’s exactly what she did. You lose control of your body for a few precious seconds.

When your vision clears and you’re able to think about something other than trying not to puke, you realize you’re face down on the carpet and the heroine is sitting on your back. Your neck and arms are wrapped up in something like a full nelson, except she’s using her legs. Which could be erotic under other circumstances, but asphyxiation isn’t on your list of kinks.

You try and buck her off or roll to the side or otherwise dislodge her, but she’s as stable as a mountain. You try to pry her legs apart with your hands, but they might as well be steel bars. She tightens her legs around your neck and the edge of your vision starts going black.

From a distance you think you hear her saying something about “it’s ok to tap out,” and how “you did ok for a mortal.” Which ok a little condescending, but her voice is surprisingly gentle. Or at least you think so; your hearing is starting to go too. Either way you’ll be damned if you admit defeat and you continue thrashing around madly. You somehow manage to roll over until she’s on her back underneath you, your head in her crotch. But her grip on your neck never wavers and your limbs are too heavy to move and can’t breathe and…