A knife edge chop!

No time to think of a specific maneuver, you go back to basics.

What’s the basic answer to almost every question that may arise within a sexfighting ring?

Strike.

No matter the body type, if you hit someone hard enough, they will go down.

And that’s exactly what you decide to do, turning to the side and then lashing out with your dominant arm as she comes into range.

Knife edge chop.

Simple as they come, yet highly effective every time.

It was a swing… and a miss as my wife somehow ducks under your forearm.

Shit.

Kelsey ducks it and keeps going, not putting the brakes to her momentum.

Whirling around, you quickly scramble together a Plan B as she hits the ropes again.

And that entails grabbing her around the waist as she once more rebounds into range.

Lifting her off the mat, you go for a sidewalk slam but she still has the momentum.

She somehow lifts herself up, swinging her legs upwards and swiftly scissoring around your neck.

Fuck.

My wife presses her thighs against your neck for a single startling second before completing her mid-air spin…

… throwing you off your feet in a dazzling tilt-a-whirl headscissors!

Her athleticism and sheer legibility is once more on display as you go flying off her leg throw.

Landing on your lower back, you grunt instinctively and roll away with the crowd now reacting in astonished amazement at what they had just seen.

And what you just experienced firsthand.

Crawling on all fours with the fans in collective shock, you quickly find support at the near corner.

Wrapping one arm around the middle rope, you drag yourself up with the surprise still not completely drained from your face.

Back at a vertical base while using the ring cables, you turn around only to almost immediately regret your attention.

Giving you no time to regroup, my wife is already on you with yet another attack.

This time, it’s a full-on running body splash, her entire upper body colliding against yours!

“Uggghhh...” Sandwiched between her feminine figure and the corner turnbuckle, you deflate like a popped balloon at the moment of impact.

Going from standing straight to visibly slumped within seconds, you’re disoriented at a whole new level as Kelsey peels off of you with an annoyingly smug grin plastered across her face.

“Time for this rookie to school you, tough guy.” she mocks you, all smiles while you’re, at least for now, at her mercy.