A popup powerbomb!

Grinning with anticipation, you hook your hands underneath her armpits just as she entered your range and lift her high up in the air for the final coup de grace.

You could feel her womanly scent wafting up your nostrils as she was propelled upwards into position, and then…

…. nothing.

Instead of grabbing on to her thighs to complete the powerbomb, you instead net empty air as Kayla somehow manages to give herself an additional boost before leaving the ground!

Now, before your very eyes, she flies up...and over your head, landing rather clumsily behind you.

A look of complete horror dominates your face as you realize your miscalculation, with your opponent now standing in your blindside.

Fortunately for you, thanks to her unceremonious landing Kayla isn’t able to immediately capitalize, instead stumbling backwards to a nearby corner just as you whirl back around.

Not waiting until she had regained her bearings, you surge forward with another bodysplash already in the works.

You aren’t getting out of this one, Kayla.

Momentum building like crazy with every step, you start to take to the air with the black woman slumped against the corner, still disoriented.

The distance between you now closed, you lunge at her with arms outstretched and-

“Ugghhhhh….”

That is not the sound of Kayla being squished between you and the turnbuckle pads, but rather, the sound that came out of your mouth as her bare foot suddenly shot up and caught you flush in the jaw.

Your world suddenly went from very sunny to very starry as her desperation kick stops you dead in your tracks.

Cursing yourself for running too headfirst without checking her shifting body language, you now find yourself staring at the mat as the sudden kick reverberates through your jawline.

It certainly hurt like hell, but you could always get back up and...and….

“Come on, dude. Get up,” you mutter aloud, a sudden headache throbbing its way into your thought process and putting you in a palpable daze that you couldn’t see your way out of it.

Panting on your hands and knees with your judoka opponent literal inches away, you close your eyes in an attempt to clear your head, but it does you little good.

Now, the woman behind the kick, is now feeling the exact opposite feeling.

Taking the impromptu respite to gather herself, the ebony woman simply rests with her heaving breasts jutting out and her legs spread out in near exhaustion.

“Not to sound like a broken record, but he sure ran into that one.” Even the announcer’s snarky comments went over your head as you struggle to recollect yourself.

In fact, it seemed like a full minute before you conjured up enough strength to look up at her.

But even that, was a fatal mistake.

Before you could even think to react, Kayla suddenly wraps both legs around your neck and pulls you directly into a triangle ****.

Already knocked significantly loopy from her kick, your chances of escape are already at a disadvantage as she tightens the vice grip with her steely legs closing in like fleshy pillars around your struggling neck.

Taking full advantage of your kneeling position with her now looking down on you, Kayla keeps you on your knees and simply cranks the pressure up to a near deadly degree.

Your eyeballs are nearly popping out of their sockets with every agonizing second, and as an added insult to injury, your opponent begins grinding her naked pussy against your facial features.

As you struggle for breath, she gleefully begins gyrating her pelvis against your face, smearing your nose and mouth with her growing arousal.

You try (and fail) to break free, and with every attempt your strength is greatly sapped, until finally…

“No, no...nggghhh…” Your eyes begin fluttering as she continues using your face as a sextoy, deriving sexual pleasure from your physical pain.

Her dark eyes are widened in ecstasy as she presses your face against her damp pussy again and again, all the while tightly compressing your windpipe until you can breathe no longer.

It is only a half minute later than your arms finally drop down by your sides, and you slump forward still in her leggy embrace.

Within a matter of seconds, you soon say goodbye to a world that looks, smells, and tastes like Kayla’s bare pussy.

As the referee checks your now slumbering features for life, the black woman brings herself to an orgasm, degrading you one last time before the bell inevitably rings.

You’ve lost 2 points for K.O.