If Diamond hadn’t been frustrated before, she certainly was now. The first pin had been easy to break, especially with the power in her muscles. But she hadn’t expected the second pin, and this one made her flail like a newbie. One of her tits even popped out of her top, but she managed to prevent herself from being pinned.<br/><br/>She knew what was going to happen as soon as Tiny Terror let her get to her feet. She leaped onto her back, and with wiry strength, clamped onto her arms with her thighs and arms. A split second wind up was all it took for her to get her balance back. By the time Terror heaved to pull her into a pin, Diamond had already readjusted herself, and wasn’t so much as being held by Terror as<em>she</em>was holding on to her. When she refused to budge, she gave the woman a second to realize what was going to happen, then simply teetered back, slamming her into the mat.<br/><br/>If the fall from Diamond’s height wasn’t enough to stun her, the extra<em>umph</em>she put into it was. The limbs around her arms went slack, and she simply shrugged her off, then rolled over to her hands and knees. It was time to finish this drawn-out match.<br/><br/>She climbed over Terror’s stunned form, then plopped her ass squarely onto her face, letting her wait fully sink down on her head. Her nose and face disappeared easily between the chocolate cheeks, the sensation of her hot breath pleasant on her hole and cunt. Her thighs pressed over her shoulders, pinning her to the mat, while her knees fixed over her elbows. To top it all off, before she had squatted firmly down, she picked up her legs by the ankles and pulled them over her head in an old fashioned ‘fuck me’ position.<br/><br/>Simon dropped and counted three. To prove her point, Diamond held the pin for a few seconds longer while the crowd cheered.