Powerbomb her!

You grip her hair with both hands now, glaring at the kneeling woman with your mind fully and finally made up.

She wants to make it to the big time so bad, right?

Time to finish taking her dues.

With a growl, you shove my wife’s head between your thighs.

Putting her under, not level with your crotch. At least for now.

You reach with both arms, sliding them under her toned belly and feeling around until all ten fingers interlock at the center.

Against her much weakened will, she’s brought up off her knees and to her feet.

Despite the wobbly status of her lower limbs, you keep her upright while looking around at the capacity crowd.

All their cheering fans and supportive chants is all the visual confirmation that you need to know that this one- this one is for the people.

You tighten your grip.

There’s perhaps no greater crowd-pleaser than humbling an arrogant woman right in the middle of the squared circle.

And this move is sure to get that ball rolling.

Grunting swiftly, you lift Kelsey up off the canvas, elevating her with the considerable upper body strength that you possess.

She’s hoisted up into the air, her legs straddling your shoulders and her thinly covered crotch pressed against your face.

The anticipation builds from every direction.

You firmly squeeze around her thighs while she’s in mid-air, keeping the grip firm.

More and more, the crowd is in fervent suspense.

Waiting, and watching as you take a breath, before going for it.

What comes up…

… must come down as you slam her back to earth- only to be taken off your feet in the process!

As you went for the powerbomb, she twists with her hips, flipping you overhead with her legs suddenly tightening around your neck.

In an instant, she counters with a hurricanrana, sending you flailing over on your back while she lands on her front.

The crowd is as surprised as you are.

Surprised and stunned- but not for long as you quickly roll to your feet and recover.

Twirling around, you find that she’s done the same.

Already up with some fighting spirit evidently still intact, Kelsey seizes upon you first with her eyes, a look of resurging determination in her stare.

Your fists ball.

Her lips curl into a slight smirk.

Fuck it.