Tap out!

“Fuck….I give up, I give!” you whimper out, your voice almost cracking with pain.

Relinquishing the hold immediately, Kayla lets out a triumphant little laugh as you sorely roll over on your stomach.

“Granted, it’s a little earlier than I would’ve expected, but nonetheless, the rookie does the right thing here for his body,” the announcer says.

Grimacing heavily, you writhe around on the mat like there are invisible thumb tacks pricking away at your bruised spine.

But, Kayla, couldn’t be any happier.

“That’s a good little bitch,” she taunts you cruelly, before returning to her corner.

You’ve lost a point for submission.