No. Both of you are spent. Time to call it a draw.

You and Dinah release the hold, unable to continue your battle. You regard each other with newfound respect as you stand across from each other, panting from exertion and doing your best to regain your energy. The Cowgirl’s bosom heaves up and down with each deep breath, a bit of eye candy to ease your recovery.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she says finally.

You nod in agreement with the sentiment, but you’re not going to let a little thing like mutual respect stop you from winning this match.

“Ready for round two?” you say.

“Oh, I like the way you think,” she replies, and squares off with you again.