“Oh baby, on the contrary, your arse WILL be mine.” Bette grins, her eyes dropping down Tina’s body. “And what a cute little sore arse it will be”, her eyes returning to Tina.

“Quit with the intimidation tactics, and get on with it”, the blonde says crossing her arms. This was already turning out to be quite an evening.

“My pleasure cutey pie. So listen” Bette begins, “No chokeholds, no Boston crabs, and for Christ sakes no moonsaults. Nelson holds and cloverleaves however are permitted.”

Tina just stares at her, mouth hanging open.

“What?” Bette asks, suddenly aware she has just revealed something that she had kept secret for years. She was a wrestling junky.

Tina grins, “Geek alert!”

Bette tilts her head to the side, unsure if there were anyway of denying it. She opens her mouth to make her excuses, but can’t find the words. Instead she feels a threat would be more effective. “Tell anyone and I will give you a private lesson on what a chokehold and Boston crab is, am I clear?”

Tina nods, a little scared.

“Good” Bette says happy that she had reestablished equilibrium. “Right, we don’t have a referee, so we will both have to make honest calls” She stops, noticing Tina looks a bit nervous. “T sweetie, are you OK?”

“Ummm, yeah fine” The blonde says, momentarily lost in thought of Bette performing a Boston crab on her, whatever that was.

“T honey, I’m not going to hurt you, this is just a game. It’s not too late to forfeit”

The word forfeit catches the blonde’s attention. “Forfeit? No chance! I’m ready.”

“Great, OK, best of three. Good luck short stuff” Bette teases.

“It’s not working Bette, sticks and stones…” Tina says as they both stand on the mattress beginning to circle.

The tension is building as they both continue to circle, not gaining any ground. If their friends could see them now they would probably question their sanity. But the two had drunk a sufficient amount of wine and were both too caught up in each other to care.

Bette makes the first step forward, causing Tina to scream.

“Jesus T, no screaming!” Bette says, smiling and shielding her ears.

“Sorry, sorry” Tina replies, still completely focused on Bette’s every move. The blonde decides she can’t take the suspense anymore, she runs forward, dropping to her knees and grabs around Bette’s legs trying to pull the brunette down. The brunette puts her hands up to balance but finally topples forward, falling flat over her girlfriend. She puts her hands out to make sure her full weight doesn’t crush the blonde. Wriggling she manages to get a leg free, though the blonde has quite a grip on her.