Use brute strength to power out of it!

Your muscles bulging with considerable strain, you pump a near Herculean burst of energy through your torso and will yourself up to a sitting position.

Defying her two-legged vice grip over your arm, you ignore the pain still shooting through your outstretched forearm, and simply focus on her now stupefied expression.

No doubt surprised by your sudden show of tenacity, Kayla applies even more pressure but the pain quickly becomes second nature compared to what you have planned next.

Slowly but surely, that overconfidence on the ebony woman’s face gave way to worry and almost disbelief as you started to regain your bearings.

“Just like the freakin' Undertaker, the rookie just won’t stay down. Guess he must’ve eaten his Wheaties or something, huh folks?” the ring announcer commented.

Something like that.

Your hand then wraps around the inside of her thigh, with your legs working underneath to push the rest of your body up.

Finding a newfound strength in your upper torso, you wedge both hands into her cross armbar, interlacing fingers together for a better grip.

Just before losing feeling in your captured limb, you bite down on your lip and deadlift her off the canvas in a startling show of strength.

The crowd appropriately oohs and ahhs as you quite literally singlehandedly hoist your opponent up just a few feet above the ground.

Her eyes bulge wide open as you keep her up in the air for just a moment longer, before suddenly slamming her back down to the mat.

In one single flourish of movement, you break free of her vice grip as her legs slacken up upon impact.

Staggering backwards, your adrenaline rush is supplemented by a welcome dose of freedom as your female torturer is now sprawled out on the floor in a complete daze.

Breathing heavily against the turnbuckle, you cradle your left arm sorely as the crowd begins to chant in your favor.

Your sheer willpower had saved you from defeat now, but that doesn’t mean you’re out of the doghouse just yet.

Watching as she groggily began picking herself up off the mat, you swallow your current bodily plight and put your game face back on.

Thinking very vividly about that cute little ass she was inadvertently showing you as she clambered up, you fill your mind with much more encouraging thoughts of what exactly you intend to do to her after the fact, before focusing on the here and now.

Quietly positioning yourself behind her, you wait until she turns around to face you before surging forward.

“Hah!” With a cry, you knock her down with a rather stiff clothesline from your good arm, eliciting a favorable reaction from the crowd.

It was a solid hit, but not solid enough to keep her down, as she sprung right back up to her feet just a few seconds later.

Launching yourself at her again, you nail another clothesline that drops her flat on her back, but with a similar effect.

Not waiting until she got back up, you roughly seize her by the hair with your good arm and bring her to full standing yourself.

Her eyes had assumed the ‘dazed and confused’ look, and her usually deadly limbs were surprisingly lax and barely resisting your masculine grip.

She was seemingly ripe for the taking, and you had more than a few ideas on how to exercise your much-deserved retribution for her earlier attacks.

Looking around the ring for inspiration, then back on her, you ultimately decided to go for a…