Yes! You’ll show her what strength really is!

You let out an almost primal roar of effort as you **** your muscles to their absolute limit. The burns and aches are agonizing, but you shove them aside: right now, only victory matters.

Slowly, incredibly, you begin to **** the Cowgirl back.

She makes you work as hard as you ever have for every single inch, but she’s losing. Little by little, she starts to give ground. Her expression begins to change once again, from the happiness of finding a worthy opponent to the utter shock of meeting her superior.

“Oh my God,” exclaims the commentator. “Folks, I think we might be seeing an ECL first. John is actually beating the Cowgirl at her own game!”

Dinah starts to bend backwards as you exert your power, and it sends her into a downward spiral: her leverage gets worse and worse and your position gets better and better until you’ve **** her down to one knee. She stares up at you in amazement through clear blue eyes, and you can practically see her will to fight seeping away.

With one last burst of effort, you send her sprawling to the mat to lie faceup, exhausted and demoralized. You strike a victory pose for the fans, who reward you with a deafening cheer for your upset.

Glancing over at the Cowgirl’s prone form, you notice something interesting: a small, dark stain is spreading across her star-spangled panties. She’s turned on even (or especially?) in defeat.