Go for her legs.

“Hah!” With a cry, you grab her by the legs and knock her flat on her back.

Before she could strike out at you, you suddenly flip her over on her belly, and hooking both ankles underneath your armpits…

“Oh fuck!” she screams out as you wrench back with a satisfying lean, cinching in a Boston crab much to her chagrin.

“You’re damn right ‘holy shit’,” you smirk at her in your thoughts, utilizing every ounce of upper body strength to apply a considerable amount of pressure on her spine.

Her body intensely writhes out underneath you, but your entire weight pressed down on her spine is more than enough to keep her anchored to you.

Still standing to increase the pressure from a better angle, strain flickers across your face briefly, but only for a moment.

You’ve taken more than enough punishment; now, it’s her time to face the heat.

“Fuck, you fucking….bitch!” she cries out in pained anguish, desperately clawing and scratching for the ropes, which at the moment were feet away.

“Takes one to know one, Kayla,” you smile back at her in turn, punctuating your bemused retort with a forceful wrench.

Cursing you again under her breath, the veteran sexfighter contorts her body around in an attempt to knock you off-balance but with your full weight literally sitting on her it’s nothing but an exercise in futility.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the conflicting emotions raging war all over her grimacing face: her pride clashing against her self-preservation.

Deciding to make the decision a little easier, you lean back a little more, forcing a much louder, high-pitched shriek from her mouth.

Still, if only by a hair, she fought her instincts, biting her tongue and burying her head against the canvas.

Smirking, you decide to tease her a little. “Comfortable down there?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard in the-eeee!” You wrench back yet again, causing her voice to nearly jump a full octave.

“The rookie is certainly having its fun now, but Kayla is a notoriously stubborn woman. She went to a highly prestigious university, read plenty of books, and in layman’s terms: She’s smart as fuck,” the announcer declares, his last few words eliciting a chuckle from the engaged audience.

“Point being, unless the rookie has some trick up his sleeve I can see her just riding the timer out. Very seldom has someone been able to get a submission out of her this late in the game,” the announcer elaborates.

A lightbulb suddenly comes on in your mind.

With the Boston crab still clinched in, you reach out with your right hand and rub against her inner thigh teasingly.

Her lips curl into a shocked gasp as your fingers slide underneath the skimpy fabric and slip right into her other lips.

Settling in right between her feminine folds, you don’t waste a second.

Plunging two fingers right into her pussy, you begin fingering Kayla with one hand while simultaneously wrenching back on her leg with the other.

“Oh….shit,” she moans softly as you pump your digits in and out of her womanhood, her raven bangs just barely obscuring her whimpering expression.

The building speed of your fingers sliding in and out of her vagina causes Kayla to let out an involuntary moan of ecstasy, which is quickly followed by a pained wince courtesy of the Boston crab.

“Well, apparently I stand corrected,” the ring announcer chuckles.

Intense sensations of both pain and pleasure slam into the dark-haired fighter as you continue your two-pronged **** on her body, not relenting for a single second.

“You always moan like this when a guy is fingerfucking you Kayla?” you taunt her.

Squirming and bucking against your hand now inside of her, the black woman barely even registers your words as moistness builds up between her legs.

Feeling the results of said arousal coat your fingers, you continue exploring her womanhood with growing intensity while she finally begins to give in to those sexual urges you’ve sparked within her.

Feeling her almost humping your leg with pleasure, you quickly wrench downwards on her trapped leg to create an almost paralyzing swirl of ecstasy and agony that finally overwhelms her.

Just as the twenty-second timer rings out, she finally pounds her hand against the mat, signaling her submission to you both physically and sexually.

Relinquishing the hold and pulling your fingers out just when she was on the edge, you allow Kayla to shakily scurry free with her panties now noticeably dampened.

“Unorthodox as heck, but effective as hell! The rookie takes two points as we head into the final fall!”

The announcer’s words finally seem to break Kayla out of her euphoric state as she now stares up at your confident expression.

And her face, scrunched up in both pain and pleasure, is absolutely priceless.

You’ve won two points for domination and submission.