Trip her up

You step to the side as Paisley runs in & hit a drop toe hold.

Put her on her face, knot up her legs.

But she controls her fall enough to land on her hands. She slips out of your grip & wheels around to tangle up your legs instead. When she pushes down on your lumbar you can't even move off the mat. You can look around enough to see her majesty lace her leg into yours & cinch in an tight Indian deathlock.

The announcer rubs some salt in the wound. "Indian Deathlock applied & there's not a teepee in sight. That's gotta sting buddy."

No shit Sherlock.

Pain shoots sharply through your knees & ankles. You wince & groan & pull away, not that she cares. All she cares to do is hike up your trunks to slap your ass.

"Hrm!"

"Now now, rude fellows get punished."

Another slap, a double slap to your sides. When your arms jerk back Paisley snatches both wrists, pulling them back into a surfboard stretch. All your weight hangs down on your contorted shoulders, right on to your knees. Legs numbing, back bent, knees stinging, face twisted in pain.

Her royal accent calmly requests "Do you surrender sir?"

"No! Never!" you hiss.

"As you wish."

She rocks back & pulls your torso to breaking point.

"HRRRRRRRMMM!"

"Not to worry, one more & it will all be over."

Can't take much more of this! She may be right!

Paisley takes a deep breath &...

Rolls to her side, flipping you onto your shoulders. You got faked out! You can't budge with aching arms & entangled legs sticking up! There's probably a dumb look of shock on your face as the official counts...

"1... 2... 3"

After giving herself a congratulatory clap her highness unknots all 4 legs with a single pull. When you sit yourself up, slightly embarrassed by the ploy, she's already up with a hand extended to help you up. You humbly take it.

You lose 1 point for pin.