Page 70 of S.O.S. Perk

“Brent beat Del,” Sloane apprised. “Now, both Perk and Daire have executed two moves on each other, which in my book makes them even.”

Mizzay snorted. “Yeah. But Mistah Devons doesn’t have Mistah Perkins stamina, and Mistah Perkins knows it. So, Mistah Perkins will dance around and play for a while to wear Mistah Devons down, then he’ll go in for the kill.”

“Good to know.” Sloane filed that bit of information away to use later, no matter which one would be her opponent. Although she was hoping for Perk.

“Whooz am I going up against?”

“You’re the fifth match, and you’ll be with Wiley.”

Mizzay scoffed. “Nothin’ to worry about theyah.”

Sloane smirked at the tiny woman’s confidence.

They both continued to stretch and watch the match.

As per Mizzay’s prediction, Perk continued to taunt, bait, and retreat from Daire, until Daire’s focus finally faltered, then Perk had him down and pinned within seconds of the lapse.

“Whad I tell ya?” Mizzay gloated.

“Okay,” Wiley called out after the two had shaken hands with each other, both grinning like fools. “Prez and Sarge are up.”

The pair had clearly worked the mats together for a number of years, and knew exactly what they were up against. In the end, it could have been either one of them who won, but Prez used his bulk to overpower the smaller Sarge, eventually prevailing, just not by much.

Sloane had tried to take note of the men’s strengths and weaknesses, but had to admit to herself that neither were showing their hands.

Then it was her turn with an unknown in Billboard. She’d never seen him spar. This was going to be a hands-on, learning experience.

With half the crowd calling her name—Perk being the loudest—and the others rooting for Billboard, the air was full of whistles and catcalls.

As they circled, Sloane figured her best defense would be to get Billboard’s huge size working against him. Momentum wouldn’t be his friend. She skipped close and poked him in the chest, then retreated rapidly. As expected, he chased, and as he lumbered toward her, she ducked to the side, went into a squat, and swept a leg out to knock his pins from underneath him. He went down hard and fast to his face. Sloane wasted no time. She climbed aboard, a knee in his mid-back, an elbow to his neck while she forced her free arm under his torso. It was a cautionary move, because she knew—despite her pressure points—Billboard would be on his feet right about…Now.

She hung on for all she was worth as he rose, wrapping her legs around his lower chest from the rear, and using her toned thigh muscles to squeeze him like an anaconda. Not that she had as much strength as a snake. The anaconda’s pressure, at a PSI that could top ninety, far outshined hers which was just shy of sixty; more than most fit women, but would it be enough to drive Billboard’s breath from his body?

When BB finally grunted, then began twirling in circles, Sloane knew she had him. He was trying to dislodge her in any way he could while she continued cutting off his air.

Sweet.He’d be seeing stars soon, then he’d do a slow,timmmberrr, and she could pin him for the win.

BB stayed on his feet longer than she expected, but eventually he began to stumble, and she rode him down where she instantly loosened her grip around his midsection, reasserted her knee to his spine, then held his shoulders prone.

“Done,” Wiley called out. “Nice moves, Agent Vessers.”

“Sloane,” she said as she arose. The time for last names was long past. Watching as Billboard turned over and shook his head to regain his equilibrium, Sloane sent a hand down to him when he started to get up, helping him find his feet. “No hard feelings, Billboard?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Nope. My fault. I got soft during my honeymoon and underestimated you. I won’t be such an easy mark next time.”

“Good to know,” she laughed. “But understand, I have a lot of moves you don’t know about.”

“Yeah. I get that,” he snorted. “And I can’t wait to see you use them on Perk.”

There was innuendo there, and Sloane rolled with it, grinning like everyone else as she and Billboard cleared the ring to make room for Wiley and Mizzay.

Wiley had a lot of height and weight over Mizzay, but the tiny woman was a scrapper and quick on her feet. Sloane could also see that her mind was constantly churning, assessing the situation like one approaches chess; with a thought toward future moves. The foray was lively, it was poetry, and before too much time elapsed, Mizzay had Wiley at a loss, winning the bout.

They both showed their appreciation for their opponent.

For the next round, straws were drawn, and Sloane found herself up against Prez, while Perk drew Brent. The winners of those matches would face off, then Mizzay would come in to finish things up with a grand finale.

“It’ll be you and me, soon.” Perk elbowed Sloane on his way into the ring. “And I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

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