Keep the attack up

Quickly, you spring to your feet, trying not to give the impression of how much that clothesline hurt…as well as how much you’re still feeling the effects of Maria’s attack at the beginning of the match.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, you propel yourself backwards to the ropes, slingshotting yourself forward again. Maria goes for a clothesline. Just as you plan.

Instead, you go low, drop kicking her knee. Maria stumbles a bit, her balance thrown off. You run behind her, bouncing off the ropes again and drop kicking the back of her knee.

Maria drops to one knee.

Feeling the momentum is going your way, you rush to one corner and climb to the top of the turnbuckle. Standing up straight, you wait for Maria to turn your way. She begins to stand up as she turns to face you. With the speed on your side, you leap off the top rope, delivering a powerful drop kick to Maria’s chest.

Maria drops to her back.

Feeling the rush of confidence, you rush to the next corner, climbing the ropes again. You size up your fallen opponent. She’s in the perfect position for a body slam. You leap from the top rope, extending your body to slam against hers…

…right as she bolts up, catching you across her chest out of midair. You’re helpless as her muscles flex in the grip around the back of your thigh and neck. She has way more muscles than you.

She marches around the ring, showing you off to the crowd, who cheers for her feat of power. You feel embarrassed, she’s clearly got the better of you. And you’re in for a pounding.

Suddenly, she stops. As you look up at her, her eyes meet yours, a glint of rage as she takes a deep breath. You feel your position lower as she curls you up closer to her face. Where are you going?

The answer comes as she drops you straight down. You brace to hit the mat, but instead, you feel a sharp pain in your mid back. A sharp yelp escapes your mouth at this impact as your head shoots straight back, followed by a wet *snap*.

She just dropped you into a devastating backbreaker.

But she hasn’t let go. Instead, she presses one hand down on your thigh and the other down on your chin, hyperextending your already sore back. Sylvia rushes to your side, asking “Do you give up?”

You’re torn. The pain is unbearable…but you promised a match longer than two minutes. But can you last much longer?