Make her submit to you one way or another.

Grabbing her in a wristlock, you press your chest against her back to secure the hold before smoothly spinning her around to face you.

Pulling her directly into striking range, you explode into her with a stiff short-arm clothesline that instantly knocks the blonde woman to the mat.

“And the Cowgirl goes down hard to that clothesline by John. Who knows what he’s got planned next?” the announcer wonders aloud.

Feeling her head snap backwards against the powerful arc of your right forearm, you hold on to Dinah’s now limp wrist as you crouch down next to her.

Hooking her forearm underneath your armpit, you drag her to the middle of the ring while the crowd looks on curiously.

Finally stopping, you tighten the wristlock while she's still partially stunned before going to work.

Letting your other hand travel down her midriff, you can feel her suddenly stiffening up as your fingers stop at the very edge of her patriotic panties.

Eyes widening in realization, Dinah attempts to fight back but with a mere wrench of your arm against her trapped forearm breaks her immediate focus.

Grinning from ear to ear, you slide your fingers inside her groin area and begin teasing her pussy.

Stretching out her lower lips, you trace circles around her clit for only a moment before finally plunging your fingers deep inside the blonde.

What was pain from your wristlock instantly becomes pleasure in her now bulging blue eyes as she moans softly.

Too distracted by your exploring fingers to fight back, Dinah almost reclines back into the mat with a relaxed, euphoric glaze in both eyes.

Arching her back up as your fingers remain firmly entrenched in her damp pussy, the Cowgirl’s breasts sensually bounce up and down to the rhythm of your strokes.

Continuing to attack her pussy with a passion, you can sense her arousal starting to go up almost tenfold with every skillful manipulation of her feminine folds.

She was nearly on the edge, and with just a few more seconds she’d be giving you everything, including this round.

“Oh honey, I love where your fingers are doing to me!” she breathed out in pure bliss, starting to feel up one of her breasts as her body continues to respond to your stimulation.

“But….I think I like that cute face of yours right between my legs,” she whispers in another seductive purr, her words so soft that they didn’t even register to you.

Caught up in the act of pleasuring your blonde opponent, you don't even see her legs suddenly snapping up to meet you until they completely flood your periphery.

Within seconds, her legs suddenly clamp shut around your neck, trapping you directly between her thighs.

A surprised grunt escapes your lips as she twists her writhing body around to fully clinch in the headscissors.

**** to let go of her arm, you claw desperately at her powerful thighs with your other hand still inside of her.

“Now, we’re really gonna have some fun!” she laughs at you haughtily, before squeezing against your neck hard with her slender legs.

Letting out a throaty gasp as her legs constrict around your neck, you only have enough energy to shoot her a defiant glare before the ground suddenly rushes up to greet you.

Falling to the side with your hand almost instinctively rubbing inside her pussy, you groan weakly as the pressure of both thighs against your cheeks threatens to overwhelm you.

Unable to even lift your head up to see the JumboTron capturing this sudden turn of events, you feel a swell of panic starting to close in all around you as the cheers of the crowds become fainter and fainter by the second.

“Just relax John, and let me take care of ya,” she purrs out, her voice still slightly aroused from your fingers still stimulating her.

“We are in for a treat now, folks. Both competitors are locked in sexual deadlock, and we all know someone’s gonna have to fall off the edge,” the announcer sets up dramatically,

Feeling her fingers starting to trace downwards towards your own groin area, you frantically keep working her pussy to great effect to stave off her advances.

Still writhing pleasurably against your hand, you can tell it’s only a matter of time before she finally gives in to you. Then again, the same could be same for you.