DDT

Best to keep it simple.

Pulling her up into a front facelock, you waste no time in tightening your grip with the black woman just barely able to stand upright.

Feeling her labored breaths tickle your armpit, you simply savor the moment for a splitsecond, before falling back.

Driving her headfirst into the canvas, you relish the satisfying splat of her forehead hitting the mat with the rest of her body growing limp upon impact.

Shaking the remaining soreness out of your left arm, you casually roll her over on her back and hook her leg.

The referee’s 3-count goes uninterrupted.

Breathing in relief as the striped official’s hand slaps the mat for the third time, it feels like a massive weight is lifted off your shoulders as you look up at the JumboTron for a replay.

“Simple, brutal, effective. Nothing pretty or fancy about it, but the DDT got the job done.” The ring announcer congratulates you as you both drift off to opposing corners for the next round.

You’ve won a point for pinfall.