Stand your ground and call her bluff.

“3!” As soon as Cowgirl finishes the count, her confident grin diminishes slightly as you remain visibly unperturbed by her ultimatum.

Crossing your arms, you continue to stand your ground while wearing only a cocky grin.

Frowning slightly as her challenge goes unanswered, she finally demands, “What, ya chicken or something?”

“Nah, I’m just thinking of about position I’m going to fuck you in later on,” you taunt her confidently.

Taken aback slightly by your brazen retort, you can tell that Dinah is both impressed yet at the same time annoyed at being denied her strength showcase.

Sizing you up with those sparkling blue eyes, she cocks one hip to the side smugly.

“Ya got a mouth, Johnny boy. I can’t wait to put it to work right between these gorgeous ass-cheeks,” she sneers, running a teasing finger down her barely clothed backside.

“You can certainly try,” you shoot back, beckoning her forward with both hands.

Smirking, Dinah surges forward to meet you.

Ducking her initial clothesline, you wait until she whirls back around before leveling her chest with a knife-edge chop.

Your forearm instantly finds its mark, slapping noisily against one of her breasts to elicit a surprised wince from the buxom blonde.

“Wooooo!” the crowd enthusiastically chants as you rear back on the same arm.

Obviously surprised by your first chop, she quickly shakes off the impact only for your sharpened backhand to once again slice into her flesh.

Just as she starts to reel back, you grab her shoulders and thrust a knee into her midsection.

“Good flurry of offense to start off by John, but I’ll be honest. I don’t know if poking the blonde bear, so to speak, so early on will necessarily work in his favor here,” the announcer notices, as Dinah takes a knee with one hand still cupped around her breast.

Towering over her confidently, you’re about to press your advantage when she suddenly snaps her head back up at you.

“Now, why’d ya have to go and do something stupid like that?” she snarls through gritted teeth.

Before you could even think to respond, she suddenly explodes into a feral blur at you.

Lashing out with a knee of her own, she sends you staggering backwards with her arms swinging after you.

“Uggghhh….” You barely even register her forearm before it smashes into your jaw, snapping your head to the side.

She then delivers a scathing knife-edge chop across your chest, lighting your chest on fire as her manicured fingers slap against your pectorals.

Half the audience woos, while the other half just winces as she maneuvers you into the nearby corner.

Transforming into a furious blur of ruthless aggression, Dinah then proceeds to absolutely pummel your midsection with a serious of lefts and rights, each one increasingly more devastating than the last.

Grunting heavily as her punches continue to land, you nearly collapse into the canvas after she finally hits a stiff gut punch to your already bruised ribs.

Slumping down against the middle turnbuckle as she finally relents, your mouth only opens to gasp and wince in both pain and shock at how quickly she's shifted the momentum of the match.

Tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder, Cowgirl fixes you a wryly grin before propping her foot on the middle rope next to you and raising herself up to face the crowd.

Now climbing the turnbuckle with you in a sitting position underneath her, your world becomes shrouded in patriotic colors as her crotch brushes up against your face.

Soaking in the legions of people cheering and chanting her name, she strikes a signature pose for the cameras which is now being displayed on the JumboTron.

As Dinah continues to rile up the audience with her bikini straddling your face, the announcer exclaims, “And just like that, Cowgirl’s in complete control of this match. She’s got the high ground now, but let’s see if she can keep it.”