Melissa decides to learn how to sexfight

Melissa put on her street clothes (tiny jean shorts and a pink halter top that showed off her cleavage), and sat down to think.

"I'm not bad at sex. I just thought of it as something to do to humiliate a beaten opponent, not as a weapon."

"Beating on men is fun and easy, but it's too easy. All it takes to get most of them off is to rub my thigh against them. Still it's almost risk free, there's like maybe 4 men in the entire league that could hold a candle to me."

"I could ask one of the good girls for help, but they probably wouldn't. I can outwrestle all but the very best when it comes to pure technical skill, and if I could sexfight I'd be one of the best in the league for sure."

"I could ask one of the bad girls for help, but after what Peppy did to me I don't think I want to let anyone take advantage of me. And she wasn't even close to being a real bad girl. More like a good girl with a cruel streak. What if Miss H got hold of me? I don't WANNA go back to study hall."

"I could try going after one of the girl jobbers. Play around with her, see what works. Maybe go after one of the lower ranking non jobbers... wait, I guess I AM one of those if I lost to a pop star and a fake superheroine. But I could've destroyed either of them in a proper wrestling match! URGH!"

Melissa punched the locker so hard that the door caved in.