Gunloc stood over Karen’s limp form. The headlock driver had rocked her world—she lay flat, dazed, helpless. For a moment, he thought about simply going for the pin, ending it right there. But no—he wanted to make sure she stayed down...
He reached down, tangled his fingers into her hair, and dragged her upward again. With a sudden shove, he forced her head down between his massive thighs. His quads flexed tight around her ears, the sweat-soaked muscle clamping her in place.
Gunloc smirked. His hands slipped down to the back of her leotard and yanked it hard, wedging the fabric deep and making her backside strain against the tight material.
“Gotta make you remember me,”
he teased, his voice low and hot as he gave her humiliated form two sharp slaps—
SMACK!
SMACK!
Each one making her ass bounce, the red sting left behind on her skin.
With her trapped and bent, Gunloc wrapped his thick arms around her waist and hoisted her skyward, flipping her into position. Karen dangled upside down, her face flushed, her body trembling in his iron grip.
Then, with a grunt of sheer power, he dropped suddenly into a sit-out position, spiking her head and neck into the canvas with his Finishing Move: