Clothesline her!

Sometimes the best choice is the simplest one.

No theatrics. No fancy setup.

Tugging her up by the hair until she was standing (at least by an extremely loose definition of the word), you surge forward at a focused sprint.

Kelsey is still dazed on her feet.

You hit the rebound of the ropes, bouncing back across the ring with renewed momentum.

She only starts to realize the impending danger about to hit-

“Hah!” Right as you clothesline her with a powerful swing of your dominant arm.

Flesh hits flesh with a swift and resounding impact.

You stay upright while she’s knocked down, hard.

My wife takes the mat not just on her back, but neck as well, crumpling with her legs folding over her face and chest.

Brute ****.

That was what you just hit the Blue Angel with.

Simple. Succinct. Satisfying.

And all those words perfectly describe what it felt like when you landed the blow.

She is disoriented and groggy almost in a perfectly exposed pose on the mat, the elastic band between her thighs barely concealing her vaginal slit staring right up at the ceiling lights.

Your cock was already throbbing with longing just being right next to it.

That seemingly informed your next move.