Keep away from her so that she can’t score any more points.

You try to dodge around and stay clear of Chloe, and it works for a little while.

“Stay still!” she orders as you dart back and forth.

“Not a chance,” you shoot back, but it’s at that moment that she finally manages to grab you.

“Oh, I think there’s a chance,” she says, and before you know it you’re being lifted into the air. It takes her a couple of seconds to get you into the proper position, and her arms tremble as she holds you up, but she’s still strong enough to bring you crashing down in a body-slam that leaves you motionless.

“And now for the grand finale,” she says with a predatory smile.

The words are ominous, but it’s more ominous still when she climbs up to the top rope, above one corner. She starts clapping her hands, slow at first and then faster and faster, and soon the audience is clapping along with her, building up to her “grand finale” move.

When the clapping reaches a fever pitch, she leaps off the ropes into a backflip, and straightens herself out just in time for her whole weight to crash onto your body.

“Amazing! What a treat for the fans as Chloe pulls off her devastating backflip body-splash,” says the commentator. “John might as well just throw in the towel after that.”

You’re strongly considering it as you lay there dazed, barely even able to move. A failed attempt to lift your arm keeps the ref from counting a knockout, but Chloe has other plans.

She kneels down next to you, places one finger on your chest, and demands, “Count him out, ref.”

Apparently this counts as a pin, because you hear the referee do the familiar three-count through the ringing in your ears. Chloe climbs to her feet and strikes a few sexy poses in celebration as the final bell rings.

Then she does something surprising: she offers you a hand up.

“Need a little help?” she asks, looking genuinely concerned.

“Thanks,” you say gratefully as you take her hand. She pulls you to your feet just in time for the winner to be declared.