Mock her.

You decide to make her upset. After all, someone who is blind with rage can easily be taken down. You take in a breath to say something when she bolts at you and tackles you at the midsection. You almost have the wind knocked out of you but you hold your ground. Her arms are wrapped around your waist. For a moment, you swear she grabbed your ass. She brings her muscles to bear to try to push you back, but you dig in and halt her advance for the moment.

"Nice try," you say.

"I haven't even started trying," Nicole boasts.

With that, she pivots smoothly in the direction you're pushing and uses your own **** to help her Irish Whip you into the corner.

Pain erupts in your chest as you smack into the post, and before you can recover she's on you, flipping you around so that you're face to face. You don't have many great options. If you try to change your current position she'll surely get the upper hand, and you can't push her off of you from your awkward position leaning back against the turnbuckle.

Before you can decide on a strategy, Nicole grabs the middle ropes and begins to slam her shoulder into your torso repeatedly. You're left increasingly winded and wheezing from each strike, and you already know that you won't be able to take these blows for too long. You find your only option is to start slamming your fists into her back in hopes of weakening her.

Blow after blow, she keeps ramming you as your fists keep hitting her back. You start to hear her groan from the hits. You can start to feel yourself drop, but she has to be at her breaking point soon too.