Frog splash off the top rope

Looking at the wooden table and then the struggling Kayla, the choice is simple.

Now gripping her hair with both hands, you drag her along the padded floor like a disobeying pet seeking so desperately to escape its master.

But from you, there is no escape.

Taking a moment to wipe your sweaty brow, you ignore her dainty hands weakly swatting at your forearms, the ring announcer’s usual hyperbolic tirades, and even the crowd’s overly enthusiastic chanting for some table action.

As far as you’re concerned, this is you making a statement... to Kayla first and foremost but also to anybody watching backstage.

This is how you handle business.

Hoisting her up to her feet, you **** her on the table.

Maneuvering her around until her arms and legs were fully spread out, you then turn your attention back towards the squared circle.

Moving fast before she could regain her bearings, you climbed up the ring apron and started to ascend up the closest turnbuckle.

“The rookie usually isn’t known for his aerial feats, but there’s a first time for anything I guess,” the announcer chuckles.

Making sure no movement is wasted, you eventually end up sitting on the very top turnbuckle, now looking down on her helpless form.

The crowd is on their feet, captivated in silent anticipation.

Your eyes narrowed with concentration, you gingerly stand up while still keeping both eyes glued on her.

All eyes (including Kayla’s) are now on you.

Then, with your back to the heavens, you hope for the best….

….. and jump!

Stretching your torso out in a horizontal position, you first bring your limbs inward then outward as the ground quickly rises up to meet you.

Kayla’s shocked and stunned expression just grows bigger and bigger as you plummet down somewhat gracefully, and then-

CRASH!! The sound of wood (and possibly bones) breaking echoes throughout the arena as you land right on top of the ebony woman, sending you both through the table.

Her body instantly crumples and nearly folds in on itself as your entire body weight crashes down on her.

“Good God almighty! She’s broken in half!’ Mimicking an overly exaggerated Southern accent, the ring announcer is nonetheless as shocked as the rest of the spectators as the frog splash connects in magnificent fashion.

With the table clearly split in half (along with possibly Kayla), the crowd’s subsequent roar of approval nearly splits your own eardrums open as you crawl out of the human wreckage with your bearings still somewhat intact.

“Never doing that again,” you grunt out as the referee after a few cursory glances at the now motionless Kayla calls for the bell.

Staggering up to your feet now on the entrance ramp, you look back over your shoulder at her broken body.

Despite the pain you personally were now experiencing, you couldn’t help but crack a confident grin.

You’ve won two points for K.O.