Go for a powerslam!

Grinning like a devil, you use the nearby ropes to pull yourself up with Kayla still laying on her back.

She hasn’t moved in the approximate minute or so since you speared her square into the canvas.

Well, this’ll be easy.

Staggering back towards her, you grab a handful of her raven locks and slowly hoist her up to her feet.

**** to heft her entire body weight with her legs offering no help, you nonetheless manage to drag her up to your level.

Reaching in between her legs with one hand, you get a good grip on her firm ass before starting to pick her up on your shoulders.

Mid-move, however, something goes wrong.

Suddenly hooking your ankle with her foot just before leaving the ground, Kayla trips you right when you had her fully in your grasp.

Flailing downward with her body now wrapping around yours, you attempt to twist free in mid-air but to no avail.

Landing directly in her cleavage, you barely have enough time to enjoy the view before one of her arms wraps around your neck in a loose facelock.

Not noticing the referee drop down beside you, you try fruitlessly to untangle your legs but again it’s no good.

You don’t know what sadistic submission she was trying to lock you in, but there’s way in her current state that she can hold y-

“3!”

Instinctively perking up as the official’s hand hits the mat for the third time, it all suddenly makes sense to you...about three seconds too late.

Kicking out of the impromptu inside cradle, you stare at the referee in complete disbelief as Kayla also sits up with the exact opposite expression painted across her face.

“I bet he didn’t see that coming! Kayla takes the surprise pinfall victory here to end this thrilling, back-and-forth matchup. Let’s see if she’ll be able to truly reap the rewards of her efforts here.” Hearing the ring announcer’s voice finally made it clear to you.

You just screwed up. Bad.

You’ve lost a point for pinfall.