Give her a taste of her own medicine. (Requires Strength 1)

As you and Chloe lock up, an idea strikes you. Using your newly-trained strength, you grab her and pick her up off the ground, hoisting her over your shoulder. She’s surprisingly light, her slim frame making for easy lifting.

“Oh, no,” she says with trepidation.

“Oh, yes,” you reply, and fall backwards.

There’s a heavy _thud_ as she slams into the mat.

The commentator certainly approves. “A textbook suplex delivered by John! That had to hurt.”

You glance down at Chloe, still groaning on the ground. “Well, did it?”

“Ugh...it didn’t exactly tickle,” she retorts, stirring from her prone position.

“Then I’m real sorry about this,” you say, and lift her up again.

She says nothing this time, just braces herself for the fall. To her credit, she takes the second suplex with admirable toughness, but she can only take so much.

“I could do this all day,” you tell her as you lift her a third time. “Or you could tap out and I could stop. Your call.”

Her voice is defiant, but strained and exhausted. “You don’t even...have me in...a submission hold.”

“But you’ll tap anyway,” you predict. “You have three seconds until I drop you again. One, two...”

At “two”, you tilt back sharply, getting ready to start the drop. But you don’t need to finish it.

“Okay, okay, I submit!” Chloe yells, tapping out on your shoulder in a near-panic. “I’ve had enough.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” You set her down without dropping her again.

“Wow,” she whispers. “That was pretty intense.”

“I’m sorry, I got a little carried away. Are you all right?” you say, frowning.

“Thanks, but I’ll live,” she says. “You do what you’ve gotta do to win, that’s how it goes.”

And speaking of winning, the final bell rings; it’s time to find out who came out on top.