Throw her against the steel barricade.

Dragging the dazed and disoriented Kayla up, you take hold of one of her arms and Irish whip her into the steel barricades separating you from the always rabid ECL fans.

Closing the gap between Point A and Point B within a matter of seconds, the veteran sexfighter turns around just as her body impacts the interlocking steel barrier.

Behind the protective barrier, the fans facing her back away at the behest of the security guards.

Eventually staggering clear of the unwavering barricade, Kayla stumbles directly in the trajectory of your next move.

Charging forward, you put a considerable amount of momentum behind a running clothesline…

…. that clobbers the space her head previously occupied just a second prior!

Suddenly emerging on your blindside, Kayla now has a splitsecond advantage as you frantically twirl around to meet her.

But before you could get your arms around her, the black woman catches you with a low kick directly to your **** midsection.

Fighting the urge to kneel over in sudden pain, your slightly doubled over stance gives the black woman the perfect opening to lash out with a followup kick that nails you right between the eyes.

Lurching backwards as the top of her foot gives you quite the rude awakening, you eventually drop down to one knee as the stars cloud up your vision.

Taking a moment to regain her own bearings, Kayla seizes you by the hair and in a show of her own viciousness throws you against the steel steps.

“Oh, now that’s gonna leave a mark,” the ring announcer winces as the back of your head painfully collides against the stainless steel.

Barely able to even register his words with your head spinning like crazy, you instinctively crawl away from the now seething woman towering above you but to no avail.

“Where do you think you’re going, John?” she called after you, quickly halting your retreat by grabbing a handful of hair and forcing you up into a kneel.

Now staring at her sadistic eyes, you can only grimace as she sneers right at you, “It’s good that you’re already starting to assume the position, but I think I want to have just a little more fun with you.”

And with that, she hooks both your armpits and uses her own core strength to bring you up to full standing.

Keeping you upright for only a few seconds, she then rolls you back into the ring, a stark reversal to how she herself was thrown out.

Rolling towards the center of the squared circle, you struggle to shake the cobwebs as the veteran sexfighter re-enters now on her terms.

However, you’re **** to act quickly as she confidently closes the distance between two, sinister intentions no doubt glowing in those pretty eyes of hers.

Rising up to one knee, you decide to...