You Bulldog me!

I feel your headlock loosen, and place my hands on your hips, pushing off to free my head. But it's for nought, as you yank upwards so hard on my speedo it lifts me off my feet with a boyish cry of pain. "AAAgh!'

You lean backwards, and kick your feet forwards, slamming my still crying face into the mat in a vicious modified bulldog. The ring shutters and a collective "Ooh!" comes from the audience as my skimpily clothed body bounces from the impact, my arms and legs locked straight out as my brain is jarred from the canvas smashing into it.

I bounce about a foot up and back before landing hard on my clear erection and crushing it into the mat as the rest of my body flops stiffly to the mat where I spasm slightly as my brain restarts.

Finally releasing the headlock and wedgie, you stand up over my twitching form. Knowing that you capitalize your **** before I recover, but also wanting to enjoy the view of my cute butt being almost entirely exposed as I lay face down before you, you ponder your next move.