You wear wrestling shorts and stand in the simulation room, which has transformed into a grassy field with a large dirt circle in the center. There are a number of empty stands, like those that you'd see at a Medieval tournament.
Mordred barges into the simulation room. She's wearing her casual clothes: a red leather jacket, a tube top, and short shorts with a belt around them.
"Okay, master!" she throws off her jacket. "I'm ready to wrestle!"
You blush, "M-Mordred? You're my first sparring partner?"
She wraps her arm around your shoulder. The skin-to-skin contact makes you blush.
Mordred lightly punches your chest and gives you a toothy grin, "I heard that you did some wrestling before, so I wanted to see just what my master can do!"
"Are you sure this is alright?" you blush deeper.
"Don't worry, master! I might have had that incident with Chiron, but knights are trained in wrestling! I'll give you a good fight yet!"
That isn't what you meant, but you don't want to risk angering Mordred.
You nod, "Alright. I'll do my best too."
"That's the spirit!" Mordred walks to the other side of the dirt circle and gets in a wrestling stance. "If you can knock me out, pin me for 3 seconds, or make me submit, you win. But if I do that to you, I win. You got that, master?"
"I do," you say. "Let's go."
You charge Mordred to try to get the initiative. She counter-charges, and you slam into each other. Mordred grabs your arms and pulls you in tight. You feel your chest slamming into hers. For a moment, you wonder if Mordred did this to get an excuse to touch you.
Then she lifts you up and throws you over her shoulder. Pain slams through you as you collide with the ground. Mordred jumps into the air, her elbow pointing down at you. You notice it just in time to roll out of the way. The knight collides with the ground, making a painted yelp.
"Damn you," she mutters as you both stand up.
Mordred leaps at you with incredible fury. You remember how she fights more like a Berserker than a Saber and panic. You jump back, keeping out of her range. Mordred tries to grab you; however, you bat her hand away.
She shouts, "Stand still and fight, dammit!"
Trying to not make her any more mad, you grab Mordred's arm and swing her around in circles. When Mordred looks like she's about to throw up, you release her. She goes flying and lands on her butt.
You realize you need to act while Mordred's down, and you rush her. You grab Mordred's head, jump into the air, and slam her into the dirt. She lets out a yelp of pain. You grab her arm and wrap your legs around it, pulling hard.
"I'll make you pay for that!" she shouts.
Mordred roars and yanks back on her arm. She pulls it out of your arm bar before jumping up. The knight grabs your legs and flips you over. Then she puts you in a Boston Crab. She pulls back on your leg hard.
"You should fucking give up!" Mordred says. "It'll only hurt worse if you keep going!"
You're too distracted by the fact that Mordred's butt is so close to your back to feel any pain. If it touches you, Mordred might just completely lose it.
"How the hell are you enduring this?" rage pulses through her voice.
She releases her Boston Crab and you feel her butt pressing down on your back. Mordred has sat on you and leans back so that your head is right next to hers. She wraps her arm around your neck and starts choking you.
Mordred shouts, "If I can't make you submit, I'll just knock you out!"
You come to the dread realization that Mordred's too made to even think of winning by pinfall.
Pain flows through you as Mordred tightens her choke hold. Your head feels dizzy as you try to think of any way to get out of this. Then an idea bursts into your head. If you can't pull it off, you're done for.
You reach down and grab Mordred's belt. At the same time, you buck your butt upwards. Your arms pull on Mordred's belt, and she's tossed off your back and over your shoulders. The knight lands on the ground in front of you with her back turned.
You wrap your legs around Mordred's body to hold her in place and wrap your arms around her neck. You feel like every last bit of your skin will blush as your legs rub up against Mordred's toned abs and your arms feel her neck; however, you push those thoughts to the side.
You tighten your hold on Mordred's neck. She struggles as you choke her; however, the servant grabs one of your arms with both hands and pulls it off her neck. This is just the gap she needs to escape.
Before you can pursue this, Mordred slams her butt right in your face.
"A knight can use anything as a weapon!" she says. "And I'm kicking your ass right here, right now!"
The ass attack stunned you in more ways than one. Mordred grabs your legs and lifts you up by them, placing your head right in front of her groin. She then jumps into the air before slamming you down in a massive piledriver.
A world of pain crashes over your head. Your body slumps to the ground, unable to move. Mordred lays down over you. She grabs one of your legs and pulls it up.
"One, two, three, I win!"
Mordred stands up, towering over your prone form. She reaches down and grabs your arm, yanking you up and putting it over her shoulder. The knight is using her body to support your own.
"That was awesome, master! I didn't think you'd last that long!" she gives you a toothy grin.
You blink in shock, "I thought you were mad."
"Oh, sorry if I got crazy when we were fighting," Mordred rubs her head with her free hand. "I do that a lot."
She then looks you up and down.
"It looks like I really kicked your ass. Come on, I'll help you to the infirmary."
You insist, "I can walk on my own."
"Master, this is my way of showing respect after the match. Now, let me help you walk or I'll carry you there!" her grin widens.
"Well…"
You smile back, contemplating whether you want Mordred to walk you or carry you to the infirmary.