A military press!

You intercept her mid-run with both hands grabbing her around the neck and midsection.

Lifting up vertically, you hoist Kelsey high above the mat, even above your shoulders in an impressive overhead press.

The fans rise to their feet in collective shock and awe as you showcase your upper body strength much at my wife’s frantic, flailing expense.

Biceps flex and core muscles tense up as you keep her horizontally hoisted in the air with only your arms supporting her.

“Fuck- fuck let me down!!” she cries out, clearly not appreciating the elevated view of the arena you’re currently providing her.

But the crowd is certainly appreciating seeing the almost effortless control you were exerting over the housewife-turned-sexfighter.

You even take a few steps forward to further showcase your immense strength advantage.

My wife struggles and thrashes, but to no avail.

The only way she’s getting down is on your terms…

… and that soon happens as you drop her behind you with continued ease.

She flops and falls down on her belly, grunting out instantly as you playfully dust off your shoulders.

Kelsey grabs at her stomach before collapsing fully on her face, her ass sticking up in an inadvertently provocative pose.

Looking over your shoulder, you are indeed inspired to action as she already seems to be assuming the position.