Wear her down with suplexes galore!

There are many very important differences between you and my heaving, hurting housewife.

In this particular moment, a few stick out.

To start, she’s an amateur, and you’re a professional.

She’s hilariously in-over-her-head, and you’re about as seasoned as they come.

Firm, masculine forearms wrap around her lithe midsection from behind, fingers interlocking at her belly. Oh, and one more thing...

She’s about to get her shit tossed around this ring, and you’re the one doing the tossing.

Grunting out, you deadlift Kelsey off her hands and knees and into the air, maintaining a rear waistlock in the process.

She gives about as good a fight as a highly motivated sloth as your core muscles do most of the heavy lifting.

Up, and up, and finally, down.

You arch your back all the way with a swift pop of the hips, slamming the dazed brunette on her neck and shoulders in a textbook German suplex!

The mat has no give and certainly no mercy for the woman who’s having her first (and let’s face it, probably last) match inside this ring.

Your ring.

She grunts as you both lay down for a moment, the crowd applauding what they think is a one-on-done maneuver.

But oh no- you’re far from done with this bitch.

Rolling over on your knees, you keep your arms attached around her waist while forcibly dragging her into a sitting position facing away from you.

Groaning noises escape her grimacing face as you reset the deck, and push back to your feet.

“...the…fuck?” Kelsey groggily starts to shake her head no, but your muscles are flexing on her with a collective oh hell yes.

You stand up, and **** her to do the same.

Same position as before.

Kelsey shakes her head again, coming more and more alive.

And it all amounts to naught as you tighten the clench, and deliver a second German suplex!!

She hits the mat again with the snap of your trained hips, her upper body taking the full brunt of the flat canvas, shaking her body violently from the impact.

The referee keeps a neutral distance as the crowd turns it up another notch.

Many are cheering you. And many more are chanting for more.

And the whole time, your arms are still wrapped around her belly like a damn seatbelt.

Weakly, she reaches out to the ropes which are too far away anyways, only for you to roll her back into the same starting position.

“Not done with you yet,” you hiss into her ear, dragging her off the ground once again.

Her face- bulging eyes, disheveled locks, all of it- tells the story. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-”

Save it.

You bridge back into the third consecutive German- and she goes splat. The sultry moan of a defeated slut slowly escapes her lips.

Maintaining a consistent form all the way through, you took her from launch to landing, bringing the capacity crowd to their feet.

Upon impact this time, she crumples over facedown on her side. Done.

But guess what?

You’re not done with my wife juuuust yet. Time to put the 'Blue Angel' down.

Taking a breath, you hug and heave and hoist the thrice-slammed woman up off the mat, adrenaline in full swing.

In the panic of desperation, she swings both arms in front of her, trying to grab onto something, or someone in proximity.

Unfortunately for her, neither things are present as you hit her with a fourth German suplex!

Same controlled brutality. Same thudding impact.

And exact same follow-through with you rolling to your knees and peeling my wife off the mat.

She is practically deadweight at this point, but you persist.

You get her up, hoisting her above the ground with her slender, shapely legs dangling helplessly off the ground.

The smell of scented lavender rewards your nostrils as you continue holding on to her.

Whatever fire had burned inside her belly is almost completely snuffed out at this point.

My wife’s all yours for the taking now.

The only question now…