Your strength gives you a slight advantage

As you begin, the two of you slowly circle each other. You try to push her lightly, only for her to deflect you. You do the same to her probing attempt. Both of you are cautious to make the first attempt, but her experience gives her more patience, as you go in for a full power grab. She slips under your attempt, moving like a serpent as she somehow wraps herself around your back, legs locked around your belly while her arms try to **** you.

You don’t know how she could be so damn fast to get such a good position on you. You can just make out the ref awarding points to the Punk as she has the dominant position. Your breath is coming harder, her tiny arms and legs locking so you can’t dislodge her. Thankfully, she is still too tiny to pull you to the ground, so you support her full weight. It takes a few seconds of her squeezing you painfully, slowing sapping your strength, before you can get a decent grab of her arms and pull them away from your throat. Keeping hold of them, you manage to pull her around to your front before collapsing your larger weight on her. She whimpers out in pain, unable to do anything but maintain her leg lock as you manage to pin both of her arms to the ground above her head. You first try to break her leg lock with your free hand, but it’s too secure. The pythonian squeeze slowly strengthens, giving less and less space for your lungs to expand. Figuring all you can do is try to get points while you have strength, you unceremoniously tip away her bikini top, and start to fondle her small breasts. She whimpers at the **** pleasure, wriggling to escape your stronger grasp to no avail. All she can really do is squeeze her legs tighter as you increase your own torment, forcefully kissing the trapped punk. She moans as your tongue wriggles into her mouth, conquering her tongue. Her resistant struggles under you doesn’t stop, trying to free herself to no avail as you easily keep herself pinned with your weight and one hand. Your **** kissing and molestation maintains until you hear a whistle, and Penny announces “that’s it! End of round one!”

You let her go, as she does the same with her leg lock. Her face is red, but you don’t know if it is from exhaustion or anger. You yourself already feel low on energy, winded from the grip.

Penny gives you only a minute to recover. By the end of it, you are still winded, but the Punk’s face is no longer red and her breathing is calmed. The ref announces “at the end of round one, we have The Wolf in a slim lead over the Punk, 35 to 30, as he humiliated her but never took a fully dominate position. We begin round two now!”