Take her to the outside.

Grabbing the black woman by her raven hair, you roughly drag her up to her feet and toss her out through the ropes to the outside.

Rolling underneath the bottom rope where she remains sprawled out on the padded floor, you waste no time bringing her back up to full standing.

However, she didn’t remain upright very long as you reach between her legs with one hand and lift her up in a scoop slam position.

Keeping her hoisted her overhead for an impressive few seconds, you let out a slight grunt of exertion before slamming her backfirst against the entrance ramp.

Those closest to you two immediately let out a sympathetic wince as Kayla cried out in pain, her back seductively arched against the metallic floor that “cushioned” her fall.

And those farthest away, even in the nosebleeds, could definitely feel that distinctive smack of metal against flesh.

Looking down at the veteran sexfighter writhing agonizingly at your feet, you hesitate before coming up with your next strategy: