Taunt her into making the first move.

As Kayla cautiously emerges from her corner, her green eyes studying your form like a detailed road map, you simply take a few steps forward before coming to a slow halt.

Watching her as she nimbly darts to and fro her side of the ring, you instead stand your ground.

“I’d say ladies first, but since I don’t see any here, I’ll let you take the first shot,” you smirk at her, throwing both arms out to the side challengingly.

Arching an amused eyebrow, she somewhat lets down her guard. “Sure about that, hotshot?”

“Sure as I’ll ever be,” you think to yourself with a sigh, but keeping the facade up you give her a come-hither gesture with your right hand.

“Bring it, bitch,” you tell her confidently.

Taking a moment to fully assess the situation, Kayla studies your challenging grin just a moment longer before finally breaking out of her defensive stance.

“Well, if you insist.” At that very moment, she suddenly breaks into a spirited run, quickly closing the distance between you two.

Anticipating a tackle of some kind, you naturally raise both hands up, planting your feet firmly to counter such a move.

Exactly as she had predicted.

Instead of doing the frontal approach, Kayla throws her body out to your right, grabbing hold of your outstretched forearm whilst lifting both legs up into the air.

Before you could even think to react, she had successfully grapevines her slender thighs around your left arm with her arms trapping your right one.

The sudden rush of momentum behind her surprise maneuver knocks you offbalance, bringing you down to the mat with her limbs still intertwined around yours.

Letting out a surprised yelp, you can do nothing but kick out desperately with your legs as she keeps you pinned down in the unorthodox yet undeniably impressive crucifix position.

Still thrashing about wildly, you mentally brace yourself for whatever sinister submission move the ebony wrestler is about to lock you in now.

It’s only when the referee rushes over to you that a sudden realization dawns on you.

She isn’t trying to submit you; she’s trying to pin you!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck……” Despite struggling with renewed vigor, you quickly find, much to your utter horror, that your plan had worked a little _too _well.

Hooking both your arms and legs, Kayla is now in the perfect, opportune position as the referee drops down next to her.

Seeing your shoulders down, the striped official raises her hand before pounding it against the mat.

“1!”

You continue kicking out at the air, hoping to wriggle free of the pinfall attempt.

“2!”

Come on dude. Fight back. Keep fighti-

“3!”

At that very moment, you’re finally able to break free of her nimble limbs and flop down on your belly, but it’s too late.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have our first victory in the match, and in record time too!” the announcer exclaims, fighting off an amused chuckle as Kayla smoothly springs back up to her feet.

Your face is completely agape with disbelief as the black-haired sexfighter poses triumphantly for the crowd, her ass (perhaps not coincidentally) facing you the whole time.

Still frozen in shock as you pull yourself up into a kneeling position, you remain speechless until she finally turns around to meet you.

“Is it always this fast for you?” she taunts you gloatingly, giving you a patronizing pat on the cheek before returning to her corner without even breaking a sweat.

Kayla has won a point for pinfall.