You lash out with a desperation move. (Requires 2 Stamina)

Acting out of desperation with your mental fortitude being pounded at with every blow, you suddenly thrust your knee right between her legs.

Her confident sneer immediately dissolves into a pained gasp as the knee juts up into her nether regions, a cruel yet strategic counter to her claustrophobic clinch.

It's a risky assumption given that her rest of her body seems to be impervious to your previous hits, but judging by the contorted look on her face it's one that thankfully paid off.

Loosening her hold over you, Dinah starts to buckle at the knees with this paralyzing sensation shooting up her pelvis.

“That right there is a nasty albeit necessary blow on John’s part,” the announcer comments, as she starts to stumble away from you.

Not letting this opportunity slip away, you grab a handful of her golden locks and **** the Cowgirl into a front facelock.

Tightening the hold with her now momentarily discombobulated, you take a moment to draw your front leg backward before swinging it towards her to build momentum.

Cowgirl’s eyes bulged open just in time for you to suddenly fall backwards to the mat, taking her down with you.

With a sharp thud, you drive her face first to the mat in a snap DDT.

Looks of awe and hushed whispers ripple through the crowd as the Cowgirl’s statuesque physique immediately goes limp.

Feeling her muscles slacken up next to your torso, you sense victory and without hesitation turn her over for the cover.

Hooking her leg with your already bruised midsection straddling her toned midriff, you wait impatiently as the referee falls into position and begins counting.

“1! 2! 3!”

Though most in the audience are disappointed by this sudden turn of events, they all eventually applaud as you successfully pin the Cowgirl to end this round.

“After getting your forehead spiked to the canvas like that, hell I wouldn’t kick out either. The first round goes to John,” the announcer exclaims.

Rolling off her stirring form, you slowly rise up to your feet while she eventually follows suit.

“That was good,” she concedes to you, rubbing the back of her neck sorely before returning to her corner. “I’m gonna enjoy returning the favor, honey.”

Smiling at her challenging words, you back away in preparation for the next round.

You’ve won a point for pinfall.