Kayla's bare foot.

“Ugghhhh…”

In your excited haste, you run right into Kayla’s perfectly pedicured ped, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Groaning inwardly with your vision briefly blurring, your head rather violently snaps to the side.

“Or maybe not,” the announcer jokes playfully.

Almost dropping down to a knee as your jaw continues throbbing in pain, you’re just about to stagger away to recover when you suddenly realize two things: 1) your hands are currently dangling by your sides and 2) your back is currently facing a judoka fighter.

Before you could react, Kayla’s toned thighs suddenly wrap around your neck from behind.

Grunting in alert, both hands immediately go up to her calves, but it’s already too late.

With her flowing raven locks framing the fierce glint in her eyes, Kayla tightens the headscissors into a destructive triangle grip around your unprotected throat.

Propping herself up on the turnbuckle for added leverage, she forces the back of your head against her crotch as the pressure mounts on each side of your shoulders.

“Really walked into that one, huh champ?” she taunts you in between squeezes, eliciting a pained yelp from your now grimacing expression.

“Don’t remind me,” you think to yourself bitterly, as your one-man train of momentum is forcibly grinded to a halt by her veteran experience.

Comfortably seated on the top turnbuckle pad, she only has to whip her hair back and watch as her constricting thighs render your face crimson red with asphyxia.

Audibly gagging with her left calf now compressed against your windpipe, you attempt in vain to pry her ankles off only to be punished by yet another merciless squeeze of her thigh muscles.

“They don’t have her the ‘Mistress of Submission’ for nothing, folks. Kayla currently has a brilliantly-applied reverse headscissors on the rookie, and she’s certainly making him pay,” the announcer observes.

Whose side are you on here, dude?

Still struggling to free yourself, you reach for the ropes to **** a break, but yet another powerful squeeze nearly has you seeing stars.

Unable to reach them, even within fingertip distance, you refocus your efforts on clawing at her thighs, but with little success.

“Word of advice: if you don’t tap out now, I’m going to **** you out. And, at least statistically-speaking, any opponent I’ve faced who lost 2 points in the opening round had exactly a 0% chance of victory,” she sneered at you, before remarking sarcastically, “Well, I suppose the ones who enjoyed getting fucked in the ass got something out of the deal, but to each their own."

Teetering left to right on legs threatening to buckle at any moment, you only manage to take a few wobbly steps forward before her words start to prove prophetic.

Losing your balance, you fall down into a kneeling position with Kayla’s legs still coiled tight around your neck.

Your option were growing increasingly limited by the second, and you’re even starting to see the referee blurring out of focus.

Gasping out weakly, you reach out with your arm and….