I halt her comeback.

I start running forward as she swings up, hurling her upper torso at me. Our combined bulk collides in a thunderclap of tensed flesh, spraying the perspiration from our battle everywhere in a mist of labor and lust. I lean in, catching her around her rippling abs with one arm while hooking my other arm under her thigh.

I use the shock of our clash to my advantage, hugging her hard to prevent her from catching her breath again. I simultaneously drive her forcefully to the mat in a spinebuster. Now on top of her sexy, weary body, I go for the pin.

"One," I count, watching her intently. "Two!"

It's been a hell of a task, but I've managed to wear her down nearly enough to put her away. Nearly.

With a mighty heave of her limbs, she launches me off, and I hit the corner, hard.

I'm in disbelief and grudging admiration of this amazonian beauty who can hold her own among trained men. But if I'm to prove that I can win in my own wrestling ring, I can't give her time to recover. Looks like that last maneuver sapped her last ounce of strength. I shake the cobwebs away, and roll off of my back in an attempt to get up.