To your surprise Marisa suddenly lets you go. Suddenly, you find yourself pulled to your feet.
"Come on, we can't have a proper match if you don't move your ass!" Marisa tells you as she drags you further into the basement.
Soon, you find yourself in her room. Just like the rest of the basement, the floor is covered in wrestling mats. On the wall above her bed are several trophies and medals. On her dresser, you're surprised to see a picture of the two of you when you were younger. In it, you were were pinning her to the ground because you didn't want to share the chocolate bar your Uncle had just given you.
"Ready for the rematch?" Marisa asks as she gets in a stance.
"Are you still mad about that?" you ask in disbelief. "That was over, like, a decade ago!"
"Don't tell me your scared?" She taunts. "Not man enough to handle all this woman? We both know you want to get a handful of this!" For emphasis, she trails her hands across her body and gives her breast a good squeeze.
"Alright fine!" You shout in embarrassment as your face turned redder than a cherry tomato.
"Then on the count of three." You nod in agreement as you get into a stance .
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