'wrestle' against Izzy

You both lock up in the middle of the ring. Her and your arms entangles as you stare into her deep green eyes. Izzy arms tightening while you move her body closer to where Owen were watching.

Izzy whisper. "So what the plan Chad?"

You smirk whispering back the game plan. "I think I'm gonna **** you between the ropes. Your back will be outstretch by the top rope. Giving me a good look at your pussy while Owen shall get a great look at your tits as I fuck you senseless in front of him and the rest of the campers."

Izzy face switching between happy, sad, crazy, and confuse. She wanted to pay Owen back for letting the whore ref suck him off. But she didn't want to hurt him.

You saw this immediately doing damage control. "Remember that blonde whore. She licks his cock. Stroke him off. That fat lard didn't even try to stop her. Now your gonna let him off the hook. That just gonna make him want to do it again. Give a man an inch. He will take a mile."