Back away

Not wanting to risk your leg, you scurry back quickly. Tiff must be exhausted, she threw her new kick at the place you started, not where you are now. Still, you're down, so she runs for the ropes again. You keep retreating on your butt, until you reach your ropes. But there, someone grabs you. They hold your head over the bottom rope. You turn enough to see the stranger's masked face.

"Get off me! OFF!"

**** to free yourself, your writhing is hard to contain. It even drags the bitch in a bit. Turning back, the Schoolgirl is already in the air, both feet plunging toward your face. You flinch & hear the smack of shoe on skull. But you don't feel it. She hit the stranger instead. Tiff is furious, she loses all interest in you, wagging her finger & yelling at the intruder.

"What the hell are you doing here!? Beat it before I..."

Was she aiming for me or her? WHO CARES, SHE DISTRACTED!

A surge of adrenaline lets you stand on your bad leg & dig a knee into her belly. Her scree is cut of as the air is pushed out. In her doubled over position, you think quick & hit a DDT. There's no time to waist. Her light frame is easy flip over, & splay over. As the official starts a count, there's a groan of effort beneath you. But it's not enough. Through a combination of exhaustion, injury, & weight, the Schoolgirl is down for the 3.

"It's over it's over it's finally over. With an unexpected assist from this... masked stranger, no doubt."

Your 'assistant' punches the apron & growls at your victory. She stares daggers at you before fleeing.

See you next time, little cunt.

You win 1 point, & the match, by pin.