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Bell rings, you 2 combatants move in. You gingerly, her seductively. Tiffany's stamina is remarkable. It's stretching yours to the limit. She surprises you by grappling at your waist, trying for a takedown. You toss her aside by the shoulders. She rolls smoothly & tries again. Smacking chest-to-waist pops your cock out of your trunks. Worried about this potential weakness, you fall forward, to squash the Schoolgirl to the mat. Her reflexes are faster though. Before you know it, she's on your side, a side sleeper checking your arm & pressing your shoulder to your neck. Fortunately, the scissor on your waist is only strong enough to hold on, not squeeze.

Alright alright, she's winning the rest hold, but she's worn out too. Don't panic.

No time to plan though, something strange caught your eye. Someone set up a table near the rampway. An old school, wooden folding table. That person is already exiting up the ramp, dressed head-to-toe in baggy black, plus a nondescript mask. You're... surprised to say the least. Tiffany too.

"Friend of yours?"

"Don't look at me."

The 2 of you find yourselves staring at the table, & the stranger. In a prat comedy moment, you simultaneously remember 'oh yeah, the match.' Schoolgirl redoubles her **** efforts, but you've already made it back to your feet, carrying her on your side. Her cunt leaving a wet patch on your hip.