Yes, let's fight fair.

As much as it pains you, you let Paisley go & step back.

Don't worry, you'll get her back soon.

The princess cautiously move in & raises a hand for a test of strength. Her cute little smile is so damn charming, how could you resist? You raise your hands & twiddle your fingers. Her hands touch yours, your hands clasp hers, you slam chest to chest. With your weight & strength advantage she begins losing ground instantly.

Paisley pants deeply as her shoulders sink closer & closer to the mat. You smile in satisfaction. Just as she's bent flat down she arches her back, placing to top of her head to the mat. She bridges up on her tippy-toes. Her royal shoulders are well clear of the mat. But that's where you want them to be, not that your don't appreciate her chest heaving up at you.

Time to lay her down.

You keep your hands locked together as you leave your feet, balancing in a handstand right above the princess. The next step is all gravity, flop down on her, press her shoulders down for 3, take a bow. Down you go...

... & Paisley kicks your legs out from under you as you fall. You don't land chest-to-chest, you land face-to-breast. Before you can say "motorboat" her inky arms snap around your head, burying you in a breast smother.

The announcer shouts "Whoa folks! John's plunged into Princess Paisley's Pillow Prison!"

While this is the softest, sexiest darkness you've ever known, the more immediate problem is you can't fucking beathe! Her E-cups are pushed up by the corset, your face sunk between them down to the ears. Can't hear either FUCK FUCK FUCK! You limbs flail wildly like a trapped fly, trying to roll away, push away, pry away, something! With some **** burst of strength you rise up on your knees, only for her majesty to wrench you neck down, tumbling sideways & on top of you in a missionary position.

Trapped without air, without light, without sound, her weight pressing down on your chest, the sexiest sensory deprivation **** ever. Only 1 choice now: tap out or pass out?

You tap out.

In an instant the world comes flooding back into view & you take in huge rasping gasps of air. The lights are blinding, the crowd is deafening, the plump butt planted on your pelvis is a numb sensation. Paisley's waving arms are the first thing you make out. With a dainty turn she rises to her feet & bows to the crowd. You sit up slowly, breathing deeply. The princess reaches a hand down to help you to you feet, which you graciously accept.

"Wise decision sir. The only thing unconsciousness gets us is a headache."

You snap back "noted."

She turns her head rudely away as she returns to her corner. "Hmph. No need for rudeness."

You lose 1 point for submission.