defiance

"No thank you."
"Scuse me?" Becky asked.

"I'm needed here more than I am getting **** on that whore. My students need my love and attention."

Becky looked at the whimpering mess of a girl on the gym floor. "Yea..."

"Besides, I see no reason why some vagrant punk like yourself should be leading me around. Look at you. No skill, no angle. A sorry, rebelious excuse for a wrestler."

Becky chuckled politely. "You're seriously not gonna go and do this, are you?"
Sandra nodded.

"Good." Becky cracked her knuckles and walked out onto the wrestling mats. She threw off her t-shirt and went into a wrestling position. "I don't want no pushover cowards in my corner."
Miss H smiled back slightly, taking off her own top calmly and stepping up. "Very well. Let's see you prove yourself then."