The Cowgirl counters your move.

“Tap!” you growl into her ear, continuing to wrench back at her restrained arm until her defiant scowl breaks into yet another painful cry.

Still writhing painfully in your chicken wing hold, the Cowgirl **** swings her leg out towards the nearby turnbuckle.

And just when you could sense her lips starting to form the words, her foot lands on the top turnbuckle pad.

Unbeknownst to you, Dinah’s contorted grimace morphs into a much more determined expression as she keeps her heel balanced on the turnbuckle.

Finally noticing her outstretched leg out of your periphery, you start to drag her back towards the center of the ring but the Cowgirl is just a split second quicker to the draw.

Kicking off the turnbuckle with authority, Dinah catapults herself backwards with you still tethered to her.

Your back hits the mat first before your entire world is consumed by her womanly flesh.

The entirety of her shoulder and upper back steamrolls your face briefly until her generated momentum finally pushes Dinah off of you.

“What a brilliant counter to John’s hold, folks!” the announcer exclaims enthusiastically, as the Cowgirl finally rolls over on her stomach behind you.

Groaning inwardly in the wake of this surprising feat of agility by Dinah, you shake off the stars roaming around in your head before starting to get up again.

Rising up to a knee, you can barely even make out the referee before your head is yanked backwards violently.

Already on her feet just seconds before, Dinah grabs a handful of your hair from behind and pulls you back so that your head is now positioned firmly between her legs.

Wrapping her powerful thighs around your neck, Dinah takes a moment to catch her breath before falling to the side with your head now trapped.

The pressure now around your neck is instantly overwhelming, as she swiftly squeezes against your cheeks leaving little, if any room for air.

Crossing her ankles, the Cowgirl fully cinches in the headscissors with great relish on her part, but much to your utter chagrin.

“And the tables have officially turned, ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer notes, as you fight to free yourself.

Struggling valiantly with your arms clawing at her impossibly strong thighs, you soon find that even with her hurt leg Dinah Davis seems to possess the almost mythical body and strength of a true Amazon.

Grunting heavily with her legs **** you, you desperately twist and maneuver your writhing body towards the ropes.

“Oh no, I don’t think so, sugar!” she growls, punishing your efforts with her thighs now tightening around your neck.

Rasping loudly with her thighs squeeezing the fight out of you, you frantically attempt to pry her constricting limbs loose only to find your own muscles starting to fail you.

The Cowgirl’s crushing headscissors has almost completely cut off your air supply, and with the world starting to darken around you it’s only a matter of time before you lose consciousness.

Breathing only shallow wisps of air, you reach out for the ropes one last time in vain before weakly tapping out on her flexing leg.

“Ain’t no shame there, folks! The rookie gave it his all here, but the Cowgirl showed just a bit more on her end,” the announcer states, as the point-buzzer rings out.

Dinah relinquishes the hold as the crowd cheers, leaving you in a defeated heap as she picks herself back up.

Regaining your bearings as she instead turns her attention towards her fans, you massage your throat sorely before standing back up.

Blowing kisses to the crowd, Dinah turns back to you with a sly wink and a teasing wriggle of her ass before heading back to her corner.

You’ve lost a point for submission.