She strikes first.

Her impatience getting the better of her, the Cowgirl lunges at you fully intending on finishing what she had started.

Keeping the facade up for just a second later, you throw yourself to the side just as she rushes the ropes instead of your weakened torso.

Running straight into the ropes with no time to change trajectory, the tight fabric catches her midriff and sends her bouncing right back directly into your awaiting arms.

Now back on your feet, you grab hold of her waistline and arch your back towards the mat with her following suit.

Keeping the waistlock cinched in for dear life, you take advantage of her reverse momentum just long enough to lift her overhead and then execute your next move with the biggest spurt of strength you can muster.

With a cry, you slam her shoulder first into the mat in a snap German suplex that surprises even you!

Her body instinctively goes limp as you complete the throw, giving you the unexpected advantage now.

“And the rookie delivers one hell of a German that may very well be the decision maker here, folks! He didn’t outmuscle the Cowgirl, but he sure as hell managed to outsmart her here,” the announcer exclaims, as Dinah’s body remains prone at the very center of the squared circle.

Now re-energized, you quickly crawl over to her stirring form and examine her dazed expression.

Finding no immediate spark of resilience in her intense blue eyes, you smartly hook her injured leg.

Grunting heavily as you keep your shoulder pressed firmly against the back of her knee, she has **** but to simply glower at you resentfully as the referee counts her shoulders down.

“1! 2! 3!”

You nearly collapse on top of her as the referee signals for the point-buzzer.

“Against all odds, the young man somehow comes out of this round on top. He felt the Cowgirl’s strength firsthand with that bodyscissors, and _still _found a way to use that to his advantage. Don’t count him out just yet,” the announcer speaks glowingly in your favor.

Staggering up to your feet, you sorely massage your ribs as Dinah regains her bearings from your explosive German suplex.

Leaning on the ropes as you bit back the pain for now, you somehow find the energy to raise your arms in a confident double-fisted pose to solidify your increasing goodwill with the crowd.

Then you remember something important, and turn around to face Dinah with a fierce grin spreading across your face. Her eyes widen as she realizes the same thing: you’ve got a bet to settle.

You’ve won a point for pinfall.