I’d love to wrestle this sexy Mama. Toy with her, pin her muscular arms to her back, put her in a Full Nelson, maybe scissor-lock her washboard belly. I’d manhandle her until she was exhausted, and move in with the pin. Her biceps would be bulging, she’d desperately try to raise her sculpted shoulders, her chest would be heaving for breath. I’d count 1..2..3, and whisper in her ear as I kissed her supple, fragrant neck: “To the Victor, the Spoils”