Play possum.

Almost out of pure exhaustion, you crumble back down to the mat just as Kayla is almost upon you.

Letting yourself be **** on all fronts, you remain in a prone position almost awaiting her destructive limbs.

Stopping in her tracks, your sudden act of bodily defeat the intelligent black woman a rare moment of pause.

The audience is equally confused as you remain in an almost fetal position, a stark contrast to her new towering appearance over you.

“Guess the rookie couldn’t take much more of Kayla’s ‘lessons’ after all,” the ring announcer finally comments.

Your limbs sprawled out, you’re completely at her mercy.

However, merciful isn't exactly the look she was wearing as she sneers down on your downed form.

“You rookies really are sissies,” she snorts, relaxing her stance and crossing her arms with a dismissive toss of her raven hair.

Away from her smug eyes, you can’t help but cock a sly smirk. That’s what you think.

“Well, since you decided to make things easy for me, I guess I’ll make things easy for you John. I was thinking of wrapping you up in something that would absolutely make you squeal like a baby, but..” Sighing as your defeated form deprives her of executing another one of her perverse wrestling fantasies on you, she eventually says, “I guess I’ll just jerk the loser right out of ya.”

Grabbing hold of your hair with one hand, she drags you up slowly while preparing to-

Gotcha bitch.

Exploding into action, you seize her by the torso and spring your trap.

Bringing her down to the canvas with you, you quickly entangle her limbs with yours, locking in a **** inside cradle mainly with her left leg hooked against your right arm.

Dropping down, the referee starts the count.

“1...”

She instinctively tries to bridge through, but your muscles (surprising both you and her) hold firm.

“2…”

Kayla tries again and again, testing your resolve and inner strength to their limits.

“3…”

She finally breaks out of the pin, only to hear the electronic bell being rung.

The black woman’s face is almost comical as she stares up at the striped official now standing up, horror now replacing her previous hubris.

“Well, I’ll take ‘Kayla being outsmarted by a rookie’ for 400, Alex,” the ring announcer exclaims bemusedly.

Leaning up against the ropes, you crack a grin almost out of relief that your ploy worked.

Then, you look up at the scoreboard as the match finally comes to an official conclusion.

You’ve won a point for pinfall.