Get ! Put her through a table!

John, get the tables.

Smirking to yourself, you turn away from the wincing woman and instead redirect your attention towards the ring apron.

Deciding to put a more dramatic exclamation point on your dominance over her thus far, you go down on one knee and reach underneath the ring for something the audience is more than familiar with.

Feeling the rectangular object caress your fingers, you pause to build up the suspense a moment longer before unveiling the wooden table much to the audible pleasure of the crowd.

“John’s sporting some mighty impressive wood there folks, if you catch my drift,” the announcer jokes lightly as you extend the legs outward.

Taking only a moment to fully set up the table, you then return to the still groaning and grimacing Kayla.

Seizing her by the hair, you ignore her protests and instead focus purely on the very thing you intent on plowing her through.

The only question...was how?