You charge first!

You draw first.

As she moves, you spring into action with a running clothesline.

The distance closes quickly as you aim at her head and neck, only to whiff it as my wife ducks the blow at the meeting point.

Shit.

You twirl around in a hurry as Kelsey keeps going with her momentum, sprinting into the ropes and then catching the rebound back to center.

Acting on pure ring instinct, you lower your upper body down in a back body drop setup, one that’s ensnared many a sexfighter before this night.

And Kelsey would evidently not be joining that long list as she put on the brakes and countered with a soccer-style punt kick right between your eyes.

Shooting back up with a pained grunt, you lurch backwards- ultimately with your back touching the ropes.

“Please don’t tell me bitches actually fall for that,” she taunts you.

You’d be surprised.

Scoffing at your failed attempt to curb her momentum, she twirls around and hits the same set of ropes again.

Coming off the cables yourself, you stumble closer to the middle of the ring as she returns into range looking for something.

Something that you can hopefully counter and bring this match back firmly within your control.

But only time will tell.

And right now, you only have a splitsecond to retaliate with...