Nowhere- time to tap her out!!

“Still think you can play with the big boys?”

My wife whimpers pathetically at the cruel, disdainful edge in your voice.

It’s a far cry from the confident vixen who started across the ring from you at the opening bell.

The woman now in your grasp is just like everyone else you’ve beaten and broken.

Just. Another. Wannabe.

“How about I give you one more chance to see if you got what it takes, huh?” Mid-clench, you transition out of the waistlock, extending your arms upwards under her armpits.

With the ease of movement that comes with experience, you bring your hands together palm-to-palm against her neck, interlacing fingers for good measure.

“Ready?”

She lightly kicked at the ground, far from ready.

“Alright, on your marks, get set…” You cock a smirk before whispering into her ear, “Scream.”

Then you crank your hands forward, subjecting her to a severe full-nelson hold!

My wife indeed screams as you apply pressure without warning.

From 0 to 100 in an instant, you cinch in the neck crank, easily utilizing your superior upper body strength to twist and **** her softer, smaller body.

Kelsey writhes and wails as her limbs are rendered completely useless within seconds. Your {if package > 2}large{endifg} manhood grinding back and forth across her from behind, both exploring and dominating it as mw wife's slutty thong teddy let's you explore every inch of her insanely fuckable ass.

Adding your hips to the mix, you swing her about like a ragdoll, easily overcoming what vestiges of resilience still occupied her feminine form and swinging her perky tits for the cheering fans with your bulge.

Thrashing her left to right, and right to left, you only increase the pressure on her vertebrate with every second she suffers through the full-nelson.

And at the same time, the crowd is left awestruck by the physical display of control and masculine dominance.

It’s a reminder to them as much as it is to her…

“Fuck fuck- Oh gawd it hurts! I submit- I SUBMIT!!!”

… that this is still a man’s ring. No girls allowed.

You roughly throw her down on the canvas as the referee acknowledges the verbal surrender.

Thrown down on her face, she whimpers in pained misery as the crowd also acknowledges the winner of this contest.

Having worked up a good sweat, your chest muscles glisten with a warrior’s sheen as you stand triumphant over my wife.

The work is done.

Now, all that’s left is to reap the rewards.