A bit of a shitshow.

Both take a moment to study their movesets, before the match starts. It doesn't burn a pause, as it's mutually agreed to. This gives Annika and the others time to grab refreshments and shuffle upstairs to grab her parent's lube from their night stand. Her father was never one for subtly, but the bottle of 'RELAXING anal glide' is on the nose even by his Neanderthal standards.

She pokes her head in to check on Tim, and looks down on the bottle of lube, did she really just bet her anal cherry on Will beating Dwayne 2-out-of-3? She feels her anus quiver and a shudder run up her spine, considering for the first time, how little thought she put into all of this. Exhaling she steels herself and returns to the fray.

She gets back downstairs in time to see the first fall go to Dwayne, a counter-counter-counter right into the Famasser on a steel chair for the one-two-three at 4:11. It's a brilliant looking finish, 1-0 Dwayne, and the babyface is in peril... so is Annika's virgin butthole. "Come on Will, you can do it!" Sam yells out trying to spur him back into this.

Annika glides into the room and Dwayne can feel his superiority in this arena. "Boom! Get that lube over her girl! You might as well take those bottoms off and get ready right now. Will's got nothing!" He screams out loudly and the room is mostly uncomfortable.

Annika winks at a very dejected looking Will, but puts her leg on the coffee table posing for Dwayne. "One fall away from all your dreams coming true, Dwayne." Dwayne looks back as she walks to grab beer number three.

Jacob hands it to her before asking "Sweating yet! Dwayne is gonna rip you open." She shrugs trying not to let him see the fear that's now somewhere between The Shinning's elevator scene and the raven eating that VVitches' tit, "I've done all I can... only the gods can decide now..."