Fail to react in time!

“Uggghhh…”

The world does a ballerina spin as her foot connects harshly against your skull, knocking you down to the canvas with an absolutely scintillating smack.

Half the crowd winces with sympathy, and the other roars with delight as Kayla even does a mocking courtesy to the camera.

“Ballgame, ladies and gentlemen! She swung a hell of a home run,” the announcer exclaims.

Still in a groggy haze, you’re barely even cognizant of the ebony woman taking hold of both your wrists, but you do feel Kayla’s bare foot pressing down firmly between you shoulder blades.

With a slight grunt, the veteran then wrenched back hard on both your arms while keeping her foot planted firmly on your spine.

Holy shit!

Your look of sudden realization is immediately replaced by one of complete, utter misery as the ‘Mistress of Submission’ locks in a very excruciating Surfboard submission hold!

“Mind if I stretch you out a little, sweetie?” she growls at you through gritted teeth, wrenching back with a strength more indicative of a professional bodybuilder.

Seemingly hellbent on tearing your shoulder joints off their sockets, she only cranks up the pressure with every agonizing second gone by.

Literally riding you like a surfboard, she tosses her hair back and looks down on you with malicious intent in her eyes.

Grunting loudly as your back is forcibly arched upwards, you try in vain to wriggle free but the hold was simply too strong to break free from, especially in your current woozy state.

Too far away from the ropes, and with the referee kneeling down in front of you, you're completely screwed.

Almost reading your mind, Kayla gives you an ultimatum.

“Tap or snap sweetie: What’s it gonna be?”