Try something she won’t expect.

You figure that the Cowgirl’s faux-vulnerability is setting up a trap, and the best way to avoid falling into it is to do something she won’t expect. You’re trying to figure out exactly what that’s going to be when your eyes fall on her discarded bra.

Keeping a poker face so as not to let her see you grin, you walk around behind her and snatch it up. She doesn’t turn, no doubt arrogantly believing that her superior strength will help her turn the tables on you. It’s a serious mistake.

Quick as lightning, you pull the garment over her head and around her neck, then yank it back so that the straps constrict around her throat—you’re **** the Cowgirl out with her own bra!

She gasps and splutters in surprise, but you’ve got it cinched tight around her throat, and she can’t get any leverage to free herself from it.

The announcer chuckles. “Looks like the Cowgirl might have been a little too hasty in flaunting her assets. John certainly doesn’t seem to be one to let an opportunity pass him by.”

You pull back even harder on the Cowgirl’s bra, and her face turns an interesting shade of red as she tries, and fails, to catch her breath. Her breasts stick out pleasingly, displayed to the whole crowd in all their glory—just as she wanted them to be, though no doubt she’s wishing it could happen in different circumstances.

Her resistance is fading fast, and she knows it—if she lets this continue for much longer, she’ll be knocked out, with her own underwear no less. With a growl of anger, she taps out on the mat, and sucks in a deep breath of air as you release her from the ****.

The two of you stand up, and Dinah mutters, “Awright, you’ve had your fun.” She snatches the bra from your hand and tosses it into the crowd where you can’t use it—you can vaguely make out a particularly enthusiastic fan catch it and hold it up with glee.

You’ve won a point for a submission.