Negotiate

Warrior got pretty chatty when she picked up that stick, maybe we can talk about it.

"Trying to fuck me ya paddy prick?"

"I'm fookin' you alright."

"Why you need that 'bob sleigh' then?"

She presses it into your windpipe for that slight.

"It's bod sleagh. Maybe you'll say it right when it's pokin' your pucker."

You **** out "you couldn't fuck me if I laid back & let you."

Your foe relaxes & chuckles. "I'm sensing a wager boyo."

Fuck.

"I'm listening."

Yes.

Since you don't have a strong bargaining position, you give the Warrior favourable terms.

"I lay down & you give it to me. Whatever you got for... 1 minute. I run away or back out, the round's your. I cum...

Irish eyes flicker.

... the round's yours. Deal?"

You keep your face as stoic as possible. A decent struggle given how **** you are. She makes her decision.

"2 minutes."

Your foe wasn't renegotiating, but telling. She releases your neck & uses her free hand to snapmare you to the mat. After you splat, she drags you by your foot caveman style to center ring & props up your legs. The official has already informed the announcer, who explains it to the crowd. While he talks, Warrior stands on top of your feet with the spear tip at your throat. If you were planning on jumping her, that stopped you. Referee checks her watch, checks with the Warrior, checks with you. Everyone's ready.

3... 2... 1...

"Hold on" your foe says with a smile.

The audience groans at the time wasting. You know she's just making you wait longer, giving you more time to think about your upcoming penetration. Frankly, it's killing you.

"You never said what you'd do if you win."

Well I... shit! What will I do? What will I do?

After thinking for too long you come up with...

"You'll see."

Riveting.

The spear is lined up at your butthole. Official, ready. Warrior, ready. John, as ready as possible.

"3... 2... 1... go."