She misses! (Requires 6 Dexterity)

Moving on instinct, you flip over on your back just as her foot nears your face, reversing out of the painful angle she previously had your wrist in.

Bracing your boot just underneath her armpit, you rely upon an unusual amount of dexterity and balance to then partially monkey flip her overhead.

A surprised oomph escapes her lips as you somehow manage to fling her to the mat while still being grounded yourself using only your right leg.

Rolling free of her sprawling form, you come up on a knee as she takes the initial impact on her sides.

“What a maneuver!” the announcer grins cheekily, doing his best Vince McMahon impression as Kayla scrambles up to her feet with disbelief now visibly across her features.

Smirking, you crack your neck confidently. “Yeah, I don’t know about getting my ass kicked, but they did teach me that move.”

Growling in slight frustration, Kayla lunges forward to take you down to the mat….

…...right into your awaiting forearms.

Timing it just right, you scooped her right off her feet just before her full weight crashed into your torso, first grabbing her between the legs with one arm before taking her shoulder with the other.

Spinning her over on her back with her chest horizontal to yours, you smoothly execute a smooth powerslam that elicits a visibly impressed reaction from the fans on the front rows.

Yelping in surprise as her spine hits the canvas, she barely has enough time to roll over on her belly before you’re already up and ready for more.

Grabbing her by the hair, you gingerly drag the ebony woman up to her feet, and, squeezing her head underneath your right armpit, applied a brief front facelock to keep her anchored before draping her at the moment limp right arm over your shoulder.

With a slight grunt of exertion, you lifted her up in an upside-down position, keeping her vertical to the mat for a few impressive seconds before falling backwards and-

“Ugghhh…” Another pained grunt is forcibly released from Kayla’s mouth as you slam her back down, the vertical suplex winding her enough for you to slide into position and hook her leg.

Dropping down, the referee wastes no time making the count with the crowd chanting along.

“1! 2!-”

Her toned calves kick out just as the official finishes the 2 count, prompting you to spring back up again as her hands immediately went to the small of her back.

Almost expecting her resilience, you grab her by the hair yet again, not giving the ebony woman a moment’s respite.

“The rookie’s got the advantage thus far, ladies and gentlemen...” Naturally ignoring the announcer’s commentary, you remain cautious as the visibly groggy Kayla is peeled off the canvas and into your next plan of attack.

“But for how long?” the man wonders aloud, as you finally bring her to full standing, preparing to...