No, let's fight dirty.

As much as you are loathe to, you release Paisley from your grapple & raise your hands above your head...

... & deliver a downward double slap atop her tits.

"Agh!" she squeals. The crowd winces in sympathy as the stingy slap echoes. "How dare you strike my orbs you... hey!" You cut her off by pushing her arms over the corner ropes. Your two big targets jut out from her chest. So far out there's no risk of striking her pretty face by mistake. You raise your hands & slap them down quickly.

"AAGH!" The princess clutches at her aching breasts & her face forms a mask of pain. You step out of her way as she stumbles to centre ring & falls to her knees. Long breaths hiss through her teeth. Looking at her from behind you take long leer at her perky posterior. Not close enough though. So you kneel down behind her, letting your crotch slide along before settling in between her cheeks. When Paisley tries to wheel around you grip her biceps & roughly pull them behind her back. Stuck kneeling, arms trapped, tits thrust out with red welts already forming, & you get to gaze straight down her ample valley.

Her highness wiggles in your hands.

"You vagabond. You fiend!"

You ignore her & lock both of her arms with one of yours. Your free hand tickles & pats atop her E-cups. Paisley huffs indignantly.

Such rudeness. You need to be humbled, your highness.

Without releasing her arms you yank her to her feet & march her into the corner, tits first of course. When she tries to push out you push her back in, pancaking her pillows.

"Oof! Careful sir, you'll harm them."

Striking a contemplating tone, you reply "hmm, what a good idea"

Paisley is spun around & her inky arms draped over the corner ropes. You decide to make a show of this one. You spit on both hands, rub them together dramatically. Her face cringes in anticipation. To make your targets just a little bigger, you push her royal head back over the top turnbuckle. Huge soft globes thrust out from her torso, heaving up & down. With your free hand you shush the crowd, there's a lot of noise coming.

The announcer whispers into the mic "Sorry Princess, this is gonna hurt."

You raise both hands slowly over her, she peeks in fear, you bring them down hard.

"AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" The slap reverberates off every wall in the building, crowd members cringe in unison. Paisley twists her face in agony & hugs herself defensively. But the strength leaves her legs, leaving her to sink down the corner onto her ass. You decide that now would be a good time to end this round. You grab both ankles & drag the princess out of reach of the ropes. Laying down on top of her folded arms squashes her burning boobs so she whines slightly in pain. It's her only reaction.

The official counts "1... 2... 3."

Round 1 to you.

You've been standing in your corner for a while, standing opposite Paisley's as she ices her titty-tops. The red welts have died down, & she's finally stopped staring daggers at you too.

You win 1 point for pin.