Knees up

You pull your knees up to your chest, let her sit on that!

Except... she sits on your face. Her cunt crashes down with 145lbs of ****. You don't notice her pinkness slide over your nose, nor her bountiful booty slam on your mouth. How could you? You just got knocked the fuck out by an imperial bonzai drop.

The heavy thud isn't loud enough to reach the whole crowd, but they feel it regardless. Even as your **** limbs jerk up then plonk down, they're hooting & cheering for Paisley. On her throne, she presents her inky arms to the side & triumphantly thrusts out her E-cups. A glorious smile spreads over her face as her glorious ass spreads over your face.

Her highness gracefully rolls backwards, over your unresponsive crotch, & daintily rises to her feet. The official lifts your hand into the air before letting it fall lifelessly to the mat. Once... twice... thrice.

"Three strikes, you're out buddy. But come on, what a way to go!" Announcers always see the bright side of things.

You don't know how long you were out. When vision returns the princess is bowing to the appreciative audience, back to you, cunt framed between her soft thighs.

So pretty, so painful. Would so do it again.

You need an ice pack back in your corner.

You lose 2 point for K.O.