Yes. You need all the help you can get.

“You always know how to spice up a match,” you say, grinning and beckoning Chloe up to the ring. She returns your smile, striking a sexy pose as she climbs under the ropes and rising to her feet to stand by your side.

But if Lady Grace is disturbed that the odds against her have grown longer, she gives no sign. “If you believe that begging for help from your talentless midcard whore of a friend will guarantee you victory in this match, you’re even less intelligent than I gave you credit for,” she snaps at you.

“Ooh, touchy,” Chloe mocks. “I think you’re just jealous because you’ve got no style. You couldn’t pull off a moonsault if you had a trampoline and a bungee cord.”

“I am more than skilled enough to obviate such absurd displays,” Lady Grace retorts.

“Let’s put that theory to the test,” you challenge, and then you and Chloe close in on her.