She does.

You had considered attacking first for only a moment, but then you came to a simple conclusion: if she wants me so bad, she can come and get me.

As such, you suddenly straightened up, now wearing a confident grin plastered across your fatigued features, and, with nothing else to lose, made a come-hither sign with one hand.

The ring announcer is shocked at your brazenness, especially so late in the match, as were the crowd.

And Kayla took the bait.

Snarling at you irritably, she makes the first move, taking off in a running lunge towards your stationary position with her dark hair whipping back fiercely and her curves perfectly displayed from motion to motion.

In a different situation, you would've gladly embraced a woman in a revealing bikini running towards you at a breakneck pace (amongst other things), but knowing your opponent, you smartly do quite the opposite.

Leaping into the air in a running knee, she’s nearly upon you…

….. and then you sidestep to the left.

Moving out of her destructive advance just before her aerial kneecap could impact your sternum, you feel the wind caress your half-naked body as she continues forward on her momentum.

Her facial expression is absolutely priceless as the meticulous and ever-so calculating Kayla now finds herself miscalculating, big time.

Instead of your chest cavity, she instead lands knee first into the turnbuckle behind you.

Flailing into the corner, the black woman stumbles back in a daze just as you had wrapped your arms around her midsection.

With a grunt, you lift her up into the air and then slam her down neckfirst in a momentous German suplex.

Pumping every last remaining ounce of venom and strength into your forearms, you can’t help but relish that thud of flesh against canvas as she flops down lifelessly.

“A little bait-and-switch action here, I see? Guess the rookie has learned a few things after all,” the announcer says approvingly.

Getting up before she could even realize what had just happened, you seize her by the waist and hoist her back up for yet another swift German suplex.

Up she went….

….and then down she plummeted right back down to the canvas.

Bringing her up one final time, you nail one last German suplex to complete the trifecta, then bridge for the (hopeful) winning combination.

Keeping on your tiptoes with your back arched to keep her shoulders down, you wait as the referee slides into position.

“1…..2…..”

Kickout.

Almost out of instinct, she powers out of the pinfall attempt and instead crumbles over on her side, still within your reach.

That felt good.

But not good enough.

Sitting up, you turn to regard her writhing form with a degree of admiration for her tenacity, but also, a certain level of vindictiveness.

At various points in the match, Kayla had spared no expense in humiliating and humbling you.

Well, as the saying goes: what goes around comes around.