Back Body Drop!

You bend down slightly, an obvious setup for the back body drop.

But, unfortunately, obvious enough for Rose to also telegraph it.

Sidestepping your lowered head, she grabs your hair with both hands and then viciously slams you downto the canvas, a cruel whiplash to punish your perhaps overzealousness.

Hitting the mat hard on the back of your skull, you kick your feet against the mat miserably with the now snarling brunette pouncing on you to capitalize.

Seizing you by the hair once more, she brings you off the mat and then brutally smashes your skull back down.

Again and again and again.

Eventually, you start to see stars, her savage display unsurprisingly effective in disorienting you.

“How’s. That. Fucking. Feel. Fucker?!” Yelling with every successive smash, she forces you deeper and deeper into a sea of grogginess until finally even her snarling face becomes a blur of raven hair and teeth.

“Forget ‘Suplex City’. If Rose keeps this up, John might be taken to Concussion City,” the announcer jokes with a slight snicker.

Eventually, though, she lets go of your hair and climbs up to her feet.

Scoffing derisively at your groaning, writhing form, she briefly circles you before her eyes drift elsewhere….towards her jacket.

“Do me a favor and stay there like a good bitch. I’ll be back,” she taunts you, twirling around on her heel and stalking towards her arsenal of sex toys.

Your head is swimming a mile a minute, but you could still register her feminine footsteps fading away.

Roughly pinpointing her location, you rise up to a sitting position, still wincing out at the stinging sensation in the back of your head.

She is nearly to her jacket, forcing you to contemplate either going after her….

… or escaping under the ropes and re-assembling on the outside.