Wait for her to act, and try to counter.

You figure you can counter anything she tries, so you wait for her to get a little closer, fists poised. But she proves to be just a bit too fast for you as her short but strong legs slip past your guard. She slams a kick into your stomach that doubles you over, then one into your chin that snaps you back upright and sends you staggering back into the corner. Finally, she blasts you across the face with a roundhouse kick, leaving you dazed and weakened as you slump back into a sitting position against the turnbuckle.

“Incredible! Looks like we’re seeing some of that natural talent show itself as Melody already has John on the ropes!” narrates the announcer.

Melody looks you over as you try to recover and mutters something that sounds like “What would the Champion do?”

She thinks about it, and then perks up, wearing a grin that’s entirely more mischievous than you thought she was capable of. “How about...”

She turns around and leans back against the ropes for support, wiggling her ample ass over you.

You have barely enough time to raise your arms before Melody leans back into a...

“Stinkface! Melody has locked in a stinkface!”

You’re utterly trapped beneath her ass as she rubs it back and forth across your face. You can hear her laughing and the crowd cheering, but all you can see is her jet-black panties and pale, creamy flesh. Your cheeks burn red as you try to push her off, but it avails you none as she leans her whole weight back, squashing your face under her ass.

She keeps it up for a twenty-count that feels far longer than it is, and steps away as the buzzer goes off. You get up and stare her down, hoping to salvage some dignity from the move.

You’ve lost your first point for domination.