You accept.

You could easily say no, and have a normal match. The crowd – as evidenced by their recent cheering – would be happy regardless. Your opposition insulted you and another rookie by saying your first match was easier! This was sprung on you at the last possible moment, there’s no rational reason t-

“We accept.”

The crowd went nuclear as you finish speaking, at a fever pitch as you and Faith ready yourselves in the ring, a confident grin on her face as the ref joins the pair of you.

“Best of luck gals, and have some dirty, sexy fun~” she smiles at you, as the crowd threatens to deafen the three of you, such is their anticipation for what’s about to unfold.

“3...2...1...Fuck!”