It connects

You're helpless but to watch as the Schoolgirl soars through the ropes & crushes you back into the guard rail. Pushed on the chest then struck in the back, you cry out as the air escapes your lungs.

"Tope suicida, striking Johnny boy in the heart."

A few excited fans pat your arms & chest. But they back off when Tiffany makes her way over. Her stride is focused & confident. She effortlessly hops on to the guard rail & stands up, cunt right in your face. Any other time you would enjoy the pussy perfume, even when she grips your hair & rubs your face into it. Doubtless she would drag this out for some domination points, but you're still stirring & she's no rookie. You snatch a glance up, but she's falling downward. Too late you realise what she's planning, a beautifully brutal hurricanrana, throwing you off the rail & face first into the ring apron.

Crowd reaction is half happy cheers, half sympathetic groans. Your face rests on the apron while your body kneels lifelessly. Your foe knows how helpless you are. She lifts you up by the crotch (you comply in your zombiefied state) & rolls you into the ring. While your head still throbs the Schoolgirl resumes her seat upon your face, pinning you down in a 69. Even with her legs around your ears you hear the official count...

"1... 2..."