Melissa decides to get better at sexfighting

Melissa pounded her locker in the changing room. She had been humiliated again in front of everyone. And she KNEW she was the stronger woman.

Peppy waltzed into the locker room from the showers, completely nude and humming as she casually strutted her wet, gorgeous body to her locker.

“You cheated,” Melissa growled.
“Whoa, really? Cuz like, that’s not what my win record says on our website.”
“You just fucked me. You didn’t out-wrestle me.”

“So what?! This ain’t your little gym-class shit, girly. We’re in a league where domination is winning, not just pinning. Now ‘scuse me, cuz I got a date with some lucky fan.” She made her way to the door.

“You’re still naked,” Melissa pointed out.
“Yea,” Peppy giggled. “He’s a REALLY lucky fan.”

Melissa rubbed her face with her hands. A slut like that had beaten her, when she had more talent than anybody in the league! She sat in the locker room for nearly an hour, just stewing in her recent losses amidst her relatively few wins.

She eventually gave in to the realization.

“I need to learn how to sex fight…”