Lisa steps up

“Just remember that we’ll love you whatever the outcome. We will, of course, love you more if you win.” Sarah said as they approached the ring. The DKM guys had cordoned off an area of soft grass near the beach with a rope and formed a circle around it.

“After all of the training and preparations it comes down to this” Added Beth.

“We have done literally no preparation. We came up with this idea 20 minutes ago. We spent most of that time getting ice cream” sighed Lisa.

“Remember the ice cream. Use the ice cream” said Beth sagely, staring into the distance, before licking her cone.

“That is the horniest guy I have ever seen. Don’t turn your back on him or he’ll give it to you like a rabbit on caffeine” contributed Sarah.

Lisa couldn’t entirely discount Sarah’s bad analogy. Her 19 year old pledge opponent was about her height but chubby. He had thick glasses through which he stared at her like a drowning man staring at an oasis. It was like a laser beam of sexual frustration focused at her ass.

“Remember the horniness. Use the horniness” added Beth, still staring off sagely into the distance.

Felicia had a towel slung over her shoulders. She had black lines painted under her eyes, which Lisa was pretty sure was wrong. “OK, so we’re going to take this Iowa style. He’s aggressive, he’ll try to come at you top style. Don’t panic, go for a whizzer then tilt and throw. Then its just a matter of cross-facing an arm bar, lifting him into a sprawl, bridging him into a half-nelson and breaking him down.”

Lisa looked at her blankly.

“And if that doesn’t work just use your secret weapon” said Felicia, winking at her.

“What secret weapon? We never discussed a secret weapon. WHO IS NELSON?”

Felicia nodded enthusiastically and gave her sister a thumbs up as Sarah pushed Lisa into the ring.