And you're arm is waiting (Strike 2)

Kali, her eyes tracking the diving referee instead of paying attention to the fight, doesn't notice you take steps forward. Nor does she see your arm level at a height perfectly aligned with her neck, that is, until it's far too late.

You swing your arm in a wide arc just as she gets in range, the blue-clad wrestler's eyes bulging out of her head in fear as your appendage collides with her neck. She soars through the air, the forward momentum carrying her several feet before she collapses back to the mat, coughing in pain as you approach her yet again.