Wait for Ronnie's attack (and he fails)

You're cautious after that little prick tweaked your nipple. You wait for Ronnie to make the first move. You circle unsteadily on the oily mat as he closes the distance. Closer and closer he circles, swaying from side to side to confuse you.

After several rotations he lunges forward, but you're prepared. You easily sidestep his attack and his upper body flies between the top and middle rope. You grab him by the trunks, yanking them down to expose his white butt and then dragging him onto the mat. He looks up in surprise as you roll him onto his back and lay across him, your hands holding his arms and your big breasts pressing down on his chest to pin him to the mat.

"You're mine, punk," you laugh.

He tries to wriggle free, but your grip on his arms is firm. The referee appears above you and begins his count.

"One..."