You begin to have some doubts.

You spent the next long while in the gym with Luca. It wasn't as physically brutal as last time. In fact, after a short warm up, the lucario took you straight to the sparring room and began teaching you all sorts of techniques and manuevers. You both remained clothed as Luca was well familiar with your sexual appetite, and knew you would have jumped at any chance to fuck her. While she was still friendly and helpful, the fighting type was all business today, making sure you got the most out of her teaching. At one point she had you lay down before she straddled your chest, teaching you how to escape when an opponent had mounted you.

"Okay, so this next move is called shrimping." Luca said clinically, getting into position as she spoke.

"Shrimping?" You asked, chuckling at the ridiculous name.

"Yes, shrimping, now don't interrupt." Luca said, shooting you an exasperated glance. "Now you're going to roll slighty to one side, and push off against my leg. This will scoot you back a little and maybe give you the seperation you need to get out of this position. Try it."

You did as Luca asked, but you didn't really move. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"Push off a little more forcefully, remember you're trying to slide your body across the mat, away from me. Push off with your foot if you need the extra boost. Go again."

You tried the manuever again, pushing against Luca's leg more firmly and at the same time kicking off with one foot. As a result, you slid back several inches, leaving Luca straddling your hips instead of your chest.

"Good." Luca said. "Do that a couple times, and if you're quick enough, you can escape my mount. Try a few more times."

You and Luca went through the routine a number of times, until you could rapidly switch sides, pushing out of her mount swiftly each time.

"I think you've got it down." Luca said, rising and extending a hand. You clasped hands with her and the lucario easily pulled you up, surprising you once again with the sheer strength Luca possessed. "How about we call it a day?" She proposed, looking out the window. "Its getting late, and I don't want to wipe you out."

"Yeah," you replied, grabbing your towel from the bench and wiping the sweat from your body. "I'm gonna need my strength for tomorrow."

"Nervous?" Luca asked curiously.

"A little. I've never faced girls like Rita. She has more experience than the others, and definetly more than me. I wonder if that'll make the winning difference. Always before I've gone on instinct, but usually my opponent was just as inexperienced as me."

Luca regarded you intensly before she spoke again. "I know what you need."

"You do?"

Luca nodded sagely. "Back when I was competing, before every match I'd go out an loosen up. Have some drinks, get a little wild, maybe get into a brawl. You know, just have some fun without caring about anything else. It always put me in a good mood going into my fights."

"Huh. But everyone here always acts like you should rest up before a match."

"There's certainly nothing wrong with that. This is just my prefight ritual. Want to give it a shot?"

"What just go out, get drunk and fight someone?"

"Well... yeah... but it sounds dumb when you say it like that. You're getting loose, you know? Shedding off your cares and concerns. Recharging your batteries. Who knows, you might like it. Wanna give it a shot?"

"When, tonight?"

Luca rolled her eyes playfully. "Yes tonight. What do you say? You and I can go out, get some drinks, and have a good time. Get your mind off the match. How about it?"

You thought for a moment before you smiled and nodded. "Yeah, what the hell. Lets do it."

"Alright." Luca said with an eager grin "meet me outside the main doors at sundown. I know just the place I want to take you."