With a sudden burst of strength, you manage to catch her off-guard. (Requires 2 Strength)

Anger and indignation rushes up to you as she continues rubbing her superiority in your face, quickly followed by a much-needed burst of strength to your arms.

Just as she started to climb down from soaking in the crowd’s adulation, your left forearm suddenly shoots up and catches her directly between the legs in a crude uppercut.

“Oof!” she suddenly cries out as your elbow buries itself firmly in her groin, rendering her legs wobbly with the rest of her body quickly faltering as a result.

Taking advantage of her showboating, you can feel her hubris disintegrating with your forearm lowering from her now throbbing cunt.

A surprised gasp ripples through the audience as Cowgirl lurches forward with her head nearly bouncing off the top turnbuckle.

Gasping for breath, Dinah’s eyes almost go cross-eyed as the unexpected shot to her vagina reverberates throughout her toned body, buying you precious seconds to recover and retaliate.

“Ouch!” the announcer exclaims with a wince, before continuing to note, “Looks like Cowgirl took her eyes off John for just one second and he made her pay.”

Sliding up the corner with her still perched shakily on the ropes, you grab hold of both her thighs and with a strained grunt lift them onto your shoulders.

With one hand still clutching weakly at her groin, you find no resistance on her part as you rise up to your feet with her pelvis now straddling your face.

“And I’ve got a feeling he’s not done,” the announcer adds, as you gingerly push off the turnbuckle much to the surprise and awe of the audience.

Struggling slightly to steady yourself with her entire weight bearing down on your shoulders, you tighten your grip over her before breaking into a running start across the ring.

Feeling the wind rush up against her muscles, Dinah starts to snap out of her groggy stupor but by then it’s too late.

With a cry, you slam her down to the mat with authority, the sudden release resulting in a brutal powerbomb that certainly knocks the wind out of her.

Following her down to the mat, you instinctively hook her leg as the referee drops down for the cover.

Too disoriented and dazed to even notice the furious pounding across from her ear, Dinah’s hand continues to massage her pussy as the ref counts her shoulders down for the 1-2-3.

“And that running powerbomb secures John the point for Round 1. Bit of an unorthodox way to go about setting it up, but hey, a win’s a win,” the announcer concedes in your favor.

Upon hearing the point-buzzer go off to signal the end of this initial exchange, you slowly get up with your midsection still bruised and slightly battered from her earlier barrage.

Hearing the point-buzzer as well, Dinah rolls over on her stomach and uses the nearby ropes for support to hoist herself back up.

Finally sliding her fingers out of the bikini, she gives you a look of begrudging respect.

“No one’s ever done that to me before,” she breathes out almost in disbelief at what had just happened.

“Then, you’re gonna love what I do next to that pussy,” you taunt her knowingly, setting the competitive tone for the next round.

You’ve won a point for pinfall.