Marisa, Interrupted (For Alexandra)

"Well, of course I wouldn't ask you to have a hentai match against me in front of a crowd." came the former model's reply. "I respect you enough to not want to put you through that. But, behind closed doors, in the AFW's training center, that's another thing. You can learn what its like to be in our shoes. I won't post anything that happens in my blog, or even breathe a word of it anyone. But, afterwards, when you find out about it, and if you still think it's 'not real' and disrespectful to 'real' wrestlers I'll face you in a standard rules match to prove we are competitors. If I do change your mind, you come out here and admit that me and the other girls of the hentai division are as real as you are."

Spencer's brow furrowed at Marisa's words. This wasn't what she was expecting at all when she came out here, not in the least. Still, she was the one who made the impulsive decision to come out here, she was the one who had challenged Marisa in front of the crowd, and now she had to deal with the consequences.

"I...hmm..." she began, the teacher at the loss for words. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you and I talk, alone, later? I'll consider your...offer....and we can discuss it afterwards, alright?"

"Fine." Marisa called. "Anytime you want to have some 'private tutoring' let me know. But after it's all said and done, I want your acknowledgement of us being competitors."
Although a little anti-climatic for some tastes, Marisa was willing to the matter lie at that for now as she set down the mic and rolled out of the ring to begin to make her exit.

Spencer simply let out another 'hmph' and turned, making her exit as well.