Kayla establishes the rules of the match.

Kayla’s lips curl into a sly smirk as her emerald eyes look you over. “You’ve seen how my matches usually end, right stud?”

Scoffing confidently, you cross your arms confidently. “I’ve seen the tapes, yeah. That was them, not me.”

“You're awfully confident about this, John,” she smiles, both amused and intrigued by your bravado. “Not to state the obvious here, but I’ve made men twice your size squeal like pigs by the time I was done with them. It really wasn’t that difficult, by the way, so I’m just curious on why you think this’ll end any differently.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” you only tell her in response, neglecting to mention that you had watched her matches very closely.

“Cute. Well, the referee knows this is a standard exhibition. No funny business, no…..toys until after the match,” she grins at you knowingly, a mischievous twinkle briefly appearing in her eyes.

“But, once the match is over, and when I beat you fair and square….” Now standing up on her tiptoes, she whispers seductively into your ear, “I am going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.”

Although not visibly deterred by her brazenness, you can’t help but feel a little apprehension and worry at that particular prospect.

But before that seed of doubt could grow more in your mind, you return back to the task at hand.

“And if I win?” you prompt her calmly.

“If you can beat me, which is doubtful, to say the least, you can do whatever you want to this hot body,” she says almost dismissively, as if the mere thought of you coming out victorious is a scientific impossibility in itself.

“Don’t sound too excited.”

“Believe me, I doubt you’ll even come close to beating me, but it is absolutely adorable you think you actually have a chance,” she states smugly.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out, then. May the best fighter win,” you say, extending your hand in sportsmanship.

Grinning from ear to ear, Kayla accepts the gesture, her dainty hand deceivingly firm in its grasp.

Retreating slowly to your corner, you keep your eyes trained on the petite woman as she confidently struts back to her turnbuckle.

Seconds later, the opening bell rings.