Go low- Lock in a submission maneuver to establish your dominance.

Determined to make your blonde opponent admit her own defeat, you crouch down and take hold of her left arm.

Positioning your body around so that your legs now clasp firmly against her extended forearm, you reached for her other arm before she could fully grasp what’s happening.

Trapping that arm against your armpit, you test the hold with a few experimental tugs before suddenly wrenching backwards.

Dinah Davis’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockers as you forcefully lock in the scissored armbar.

Bending her busty midsection against her will, you apply a considerable amount of pressure to both of her shoulder joints.

“And that armbar is cinched in for the duration, ladies and gentleman! I’ve been doing this gig for a while, and you don’t just get out of that without dislocating something,” the announcer gasps in awe, as does the rest of the audience.

Thrashing and writhing against your vexing hold, the Cowgirl is for once completely helpless as you restrain both her arms.

Rearing back again with your limbs still intertwined with yours, you notice the timer counting down which only pushes you to intensify the hold.

And despite her forearms still being tucked around your constricting hold, Dinah somehow musters the strength to crane her neck towards your focused grimace.

“That….the best...ya can do?” she snarls through gritted teeth, defiant to the very end.

You respond simply by stretching her torso back so hard back that her eyes are now looking up at the JumboTron.

Noticing her stoic mask starting to dissolve, you keep at it until finally you sense her wall of resilience completely crumbling down.

Putting as much pressure as humanly possibly on her contorted midsection, her pained yelps fill the air before the inevitable finally happens.

Within seconds, she weakly taps out against your thigh, unable to bear it any longer!

Feeling her hands against your skin, you let out a triumphant cry before releasing the hold.

“And the Cowgirl has finally tapped out! And you best believe she made the rookie earn it,” the announcer declares, as the point-buzzer sounds.

Sinking to the mat in defeat, a look of shame crosses Dinah’s usually confident expression, though not for long.

Returning back to her corner, she sorely massages her shoulder while no doubt planning to pay you back, in spades.

Picking yourself back up, you loosen up the tension in your shoulders before doing the same.

You’ve won a point for submission.