Go for a submission move.

Deciding to be more careful and cerebral given who you're dealing with you scoop Kayla off the mat and cinch in a bearhug with your fingers interlocking against the feminine curve of her lower back.

Grimacing visibly through gritted teeth, she instinctively thrashes and tears at your two-handed grip, but there is a defiant glare in your eyes that simply will not be denied.

Lifting her up fully so that her dangerous legs were kicking helplessly in the air, you only crank up the pressure on her spine in response to her bodily protests.

“Better to bend first then break,” you tell yourself mentally, echoing a sentiment oft-repeated in the ECl training camp as you continue compressing her sides together.

“The tried but true, simply yet oh so very effective bearhug. We’ve seen Kayla escape from almost everything here folks, but from the looks of it, if she’s got another Houdini in that cute little bikini of hers the rookie sure is making her work for it,” the announcer observes with his usual bombastic flair.

Gritting her teeth together, she valiantly fights back for the next few moments against your hold, but with every second of frantic resistance on her part, you merely tighten the grip and let your biceps clamp down mercilessly on her womanly flesh.

Arching her back in visibly torment, she desperately tries scratching and clawing at your face, but there is nothing but pure, unrelenting determination all across your sweaty features.

Bouncing her up and down to allow the pain to trickle even faster down her spine, you’re just about to ragdoll her around and-

“Fuck! Fuck, I give!” Kayla suddenly gasps out, her right hand frantically tapping away on your thigh so that the referee could see.

A quizzical look briefly flickers across your face as the striped official calls for the bell, awarding you the victory.

“And it is all over, folks! Kayla taps to the bearhug,” the announcer calls out, just as much in shock as the rest of the audience.

Promptly relinquishing the hold, you can’t help but wonder why the previously smug and self-assured veteran sexfighter tapped so quickly to your submission hold, just a minute or so after it had initially been locked in.

Almost as if she was reading your mind, the black-haired woman smirked up at you after finally straightening out her bruised back, “Free piece of advice: don’t waste energy fighting battles, when you can win the whole war instead.”

Her words stick with you as she staggered back to her corner, obviously still favoring her back.

And regardless of whether or not she can in fact win said win, you at least have to take solace in one simple fact...

You’ve won a point for submission.