She is!

You move fast.

But she moves faster.

The silky imprint of my wife’s foot smashes into your face one moment, and in the next…

“Ugggghhhh!”

… stars are shining brightly over your eyes in a whole new arrangement.

Sudden and swift disorientation settles in like an unwanted friend.

You’re now seeing my wife in double as most of your senses are thrown into momentary disarray.

Up is down. Left is right.

And you don’t even register Kelsey falling down on your sternum after landing the straight-up stomp between the eyes.

The slut practically tripped off the **** of her own kick!

Her bare bottom lands on your stomach, the battered brunette wearing a look of complete shock that matches your glassy-eyed expression.

She didn’t think she could land it.

You didn’t for damn sure, and now, you’re paying for that one.

Someone drops down next to you- shit, the ref!

Very quickly, you come back into your own body as another sobering realization hits you.

The realization that my wife miracled herself right into a goddamn pinning position.

“1!”

Your nose hurts like a mother.

“2!”

Your ego hurts even more.

“3- no, kickout!!”

But you manage to get the shoulder up at the literal last moment, halting the count right when the ref’s hand was but fingertips away from smacking the mat.

Rolling over on one side, you send Kelsey flopping over in the opposite direction with a startled yelp.

The striped official stands up, the only person in the ring to do so.

In her raised hand, she displays the gesture for a two-count.

Too damn close.

And the crowd knows it.

What was a united front in favor of using and abusing the jobberslut in every way sanctioned under the rules of the ring dissolves now into scatterings of confused murmurings and even worse, whispers of doubt.

They’re starting to lose confidence in you.

Curling your fingers into a fist, you grunt off your belly and lift up on all fours.

Not for long.

Shaking your head, you push to a knee.

Movement is happening on your left.

Peripherally, you catch the domestic fuckdoll staggering to her feet, the movement as strained as it is awkward without the use of her restrained arms.

Still pissing you off with a defiance that seemingly came the fuck out of nowhere.

The crowd are pissed as well, booing as the untrained outsider makes it to a vertical base, albeit on very unsteady legs.

She falls against the ropes for however much support they’ll offer.

There’s no way she’s gonna be standing for long.

Not once you get up.

Get up, grab the little whore, and shove your big, throbbing dick right up her-

“Nnngghhh!!”

You never see this kick coming either.

You probably should've learned from the first one that those perfectly shaped thighs she loves to flaunt were for more than just gripping in the bedroom.

Before a word could escape your growling lips, Kelsey comes off those same cables and delivers a swift superkick right to your jaw, knocking the spittle out one corner of your mouth…

Everything turns black.

… and knocking you flat on your back.

She pulled the trigger again.

Hit you with the only bullet left in her chamber.

A damn silver bullet.

You look up at the lights with a faraway glint in both eyes as the near naked woman collapses on you once again.

Her bare breasts crash against your heaving chest as she falls- intentionally or not- into a pin.

You can barely see anything as you flicker back and forth into unconsciousness. Her eyes are flicking open and shut too out of exhaustion.

Combined with her spastic breathing and deep groans, you aren't sure if she intended to slide her breasts up towards your chin or if she just lacked the strength not to.

The crowd is shocked silent.

“1!”

Her arms still tied behind her back, the only things holding her on top are her almost limp legs and her soft breasts pressing against each side of your chin.

“2!”

You try to get your shoulder up...

...You fail.

“3!”

The Blue Angel has pinned you, stealing victory from your hands and bashing you across the face with it.