Of course (requires 5 CHARISMA)

For a few seconds, you & Tiffany stare each other down, trying to dominate with your gaze. It's a stalemate. You consider a surprise attack, but no, she's still too focused.

Alright, I can play hard to get.

You push, bending her leg in, not resisting when she pushes back. Schoolgirl's shoe moves to your face. A very dominant position. Ignoring the rubber grinding into your mush, you chuckle, then kiss her sole. Her face flickers curiously. You kiss again, to guaranty your sincerity. Reassured, she chuckles too. She lets you kiss the side, the ankle, the sock, looking down as you trace your tongue along the leather & cotton. Your submissive peeks up show she's breathing a little deeper. Good, no need to rush.

"Hey you 2, you've got match to finish."

Based on the cooing crowd, no one cares what the announcer says. 1 hand has been rubbing your dick this whole time, much to Tiffany's enjoyment. Her grinning is gleeful. When your mouth moves up her inner thigh, she halts you with a handful of hair.

Come on, come on, come on.

You won't be denied. You **** her hand off & press into her, face-to-breast. In response she gasps, then giggles.

Good, this is still foreplay to her.

Half her tit is sucked down by your mouth. Half her ass is spread & spanked. Schoolgirl is taking it well, even a tug on her braid is well received, deep long sigh. She's building up, not interested in your hand playing with her hair.

Hold still, tying knots one-handed is hard... there!

Your work done, you stop your seduction dead, tuck your cock away & step back. Based on her response (a mirthless laugh) Tiffany thinks you just got her hot & bothered before the round started. That's true, half true. Fortunately, she doesn't discover your trap, or hear the giggling audience.

Ding ding, round 4.

It lasts less than a minute. At the bell, you sprint straight for the Schoolgirl. When she makes to dodge, she's stopped, by the braid you tied to the ropes. Her face is a mask of astonishment, which you crack by connecting a helluva kick. You pluck her hair loose & as she crumples down, you fold her legs up in a tight pin. Stunned, she kicks out at 3.1.

"Gee Zuss Christ! How'd he pull that off!?"

No time to brag yet, Tiff takes a swipe at you once she's up. You back pedal until the official steps in between. While you posture for the boisterous fanbase, the Titantron shows your foe literally punching the mat. No doubt she's madder at herself than you.

You win 1 point for pin.