I feel your tits flatten against your chest under my feet and your throat compress nicely as well. The sound you make as you gag and moan and the sight of your body squirming in pain as you struggle under me make an evil, cocky grin creep across my pretty face. The crowd boos louder and louder the more I choke you. I pull my hands off the apron, where they had been for balance, and raise them into the air, motioning for the crowd to get louder, mocking and antagonizing them. By doing this and pulling my hands off the apron, I destabilize myself. It pays off for you, kind off. When you grab my ankles and jerk them backwards, pulling my feet off your body I fall, but not in the way you had hoped. My head doesn't quite make it to the apron where you thought I might hit my chin. Instead I fall more flat and straight down, my body landing on top of yours fully, my abs landing with a SMACK across your belly and chest where moments ago I had just been standing "uuuuuuggghhhhhhhh" I grunt out as I land belly first, but am fairly certain you'll be hurting just as badly...yt