Throw her into the ring post

It takes no effort to swing her over your shoulder, head pointed towards the post. You lunge for it, but the infinitely nimble Tiffany slides off & down your back. It takes her no effort to guide your forehead into the same post.

"Damn! The round's not over yet, but John get his bell rung."

But it may as well be over. You're conscious, but only technically. There are lights but no shapes, noise but no sounds. You don't feel the back of your head smack the floor. You do notice something step into your vision. To you, it only looks like black panties in between smooth ass cheeks. It is, in fact, your foe sitting on your face, nose in her crack & eyes under the skirt.

"Ah, so much better. You comfy, cozy?"

"Rrmf."

"Don't talk with your mouth full." She punishes you with a flick on the dick.

Arms too heavy (pinned down actually) to move, defeat is obvious. So you're pleasantly surprised when a hand reaches under your tights & silkily slides over your cock. Another hand squeezes your nuts, all while a light sexy body presses down on your torso. Pain is pushed into the back of your mind & pleasure overcomes you.

"Oh my god, how am I gonna get this fucking thing in me? How big is it, how much does it weigh?"

With the rest of your body immobilised & your mind thoroughly diverted to sex, you thank her with your tongue. Or at least, you try to. You barely get 1 lick in before she hops off. Just like that, like a stripper when the hour's up.

Oh, were'd you go?

Up on the apron. With a big dramatic leap, she hurtles down & drops an elbow on your face. This time, your consciousness is lost instantly. When you're revived & well enough to stand back up, you're greeted by the titantron. It's displaying a hilarious selfie of the Schoolgirl striking the peace symbol over your corpse. Despite the embarrassment, you have to chuckle.

Tiffany wins 2 points for & K.O.