The crossbody connects.

Before you can even think of a plan much less put it into action, the Cowgirl is already on you.

“Hah!” Her Amazonian physique nearly flattens you as her crossbody connects.

Already struggling to breathe, the air is knocked out of you completely as she splashes against you.

Knocked to the mat, you could only wince faintly as her star-and-striped bra nearly tattoos itself into your sternum.

“And it’s a home run for the Cowgirl! Boy, he sure walked into that one,” the announcer exclaims, as you remain trapped underneath your opponent.

Catching her breath after the brief adrenaline surge of being airborne, Dinah maneuvers herself around to now straddle you.

Still winded from her crossbody, you offer her no resistance as her smug expression now consumes your visual field.

“Why do I have this sinking suspicion that ya let me have this one?” she smiles at you coyly, obviously noticing how close you two now are.

Despite feeling completely emasculated underneath her domineering figure, you manage to muster up a shrug.

“Ladies first, right?” you smirk sheepishly back at her.

Still smiling, she pins your limp wrists down to the mat as the referee drops down to make the pinfall.

“1! 2! 3!”

As the referee calls for the point buzzer, she straddles you for a moment longer if only to let the defeat fully sink in.

“Round 1 belongs to the Cowgirl, folks. If the rookie wants to make a comeback, he’s gonna have to dig down deep here,” the announcer exclaims dramatically.

You don't know if it was her breasts hovering tantalizingly just inches away from your eyes or her womanly scent filling the air around you, but admittedly there’s something erotic about being pinned down by a dominant woman.

As the Cowgirl suddenly leans in even closer, you instinctively tense up as her right hand traces circles around your pectorals before gliding downwards suggestively.

Inevitably, her fingers tenderly rub up against your slightly erect manhood.

Your face remains defiant thought slightly affected as she runs her expert fingers down your bulging area.

“Somebody’s excited,” Dinah purrs under her breath, a hint of arousal laced in her words as she removes her hand.

Placing her palm against your chest, she stands back up more energized than ever.

“We’re gonna have some fun,” she grins mischievously, before stepping over you and heading back to her corner.

You’ve lost a point for pinfall.