....back in the ring, but with something additional!

Time to bring a little hardcore to the ECL.

Keeping your grip on her hair, you suddenly pivot towards the ring, opting instead to throw her back inside to control the match between the ropes again.

The crowd remains curious as Rose rolls underneath the bottom rope, slowly but surely finding her bearings as she starts to crawl on all fours.

You take one step towards the apron, and then take a knee in front of it.

Pulling up the fabric skirt, you reach inside with one hand, fishing with your hand through the equipment stored by the ring crew.

Your fingers touch all matter of shapes and sizes- circular, rectangular, spherical, until finally, you feel the rewarding touch of wood on your palm.

Grinning the whole time, you retract your forearm back, allowing the camera to capture the reveal with suspenseful detail as you unveil…..a Kendo stick that feels as light as a feather, and yet, at the same time, as deadly as any blunt object one would employ during a street fight!

The crowd expectantly goes ballistic as you rise up with the foreign object brandished in one hand.

And with Rose’s back still to you, well, it was safe to assume she had no idea what was coming.

Quietly slithering in after her, you instead let the shadow of the weaponized Singapore cane grace the mat on the purview of the brunette’s visual horizons.

She crawled and then finally came to that very chilling realization….about two seconds too late.

Rearing back with both hands, you deliver the first lash upon her exposed back, eliciting a thunderous crowd roar as the bamboo stick meets flesh and bone.

The Goth woman grunts and grits her teeth, digging her knuckles into the canvas while she is brought into a kneeling stance in front of you.

Right where you wanted her.

“Batter up!” With a half-smile, you unleash another Kendo strike on her spine, dragging another pained grunt from her lips.

And then, another one….and another one after that just for good measure.

Eventually, she collapses facefirst, a thick welt already forming on the feminine curve of her naked vertebrae to illustrate your aggressive efforts thus far.

“....nnggghh….son of a bitch!” she cursed into the mat, her body instantly contorting into a writhing fit as the strikes fully sinks in.

Twirling the Kendo stick around with an expert flick of your wrist, you circle the groaning Goth with narrowed eyes, contemplating how to wear her down even more….