a final spar to test her

"Well, you've had a lot of progress," you assure, getting a proud smile out of Betsy. “Ask any of the gang. Think it‘s time we had a real good spar match now.”
“And by ‘we…” she said mischievously.
You nod and smile. “Get that sexy ass in the ring. I’ll be right behind you admiring it.”
She giggled and got into her wrestling leotard, entering the practice ring. You followed and raised your hands in a simple grappling strength. “Come and get me, baby,” you tease.
“Oh gladly,” she coos.