Down!

This is gonna hurt.

Still grabbing her from behind, you seize her right arm and brace your free hand against her shoulder.

Then spinning my wife around to face yours truly.

Smiling wide, you rear back while maintaining wrist control.

“Bye bitch.” And then, you pull her directly into a ripcord lariat!

Swinging for the yellow picket fences, your forearm collides with her upper body and drops the Blue Angel like a bad habit.

Kelsey crumples to the canvas as you stumble a bit with the forward momentum.

But not for long, as your feet quickly right the ship to keep you upright.

Landing on her neck and shoulders, she’s damn near in the fetal position just out of your periphery.

Then you turn around, and you smile anew.

Fuck yeah.

Hair in disarray. Her pretty, fuckable face groaning and grimacing.

Shaking out your arm in a bit of theatrical flair for the crowd, you simply stand and soak in the applause.

Then, you listen for the chants- the chants that will tell you exactly how to finish this little whore I call my wife.