Debbie enters the living room, still in her work clothes. She sees JAMAL, a Jamaican-British boy, sitting on the couch, smirking.
JAMAL: (taunting) Yo, Debbie, I bet you can't take me down in a wrestling match.
Debbie raises an eyebrow, amused by the challenge.
DEBBIE: (smiling) Is that so, Jamal? And what makes you think I can't?
JAMAL: (grinning) Come on, Mrs. G. You're a mom, not a wrestler.
Debbie chuckles, then heads upstairs.
DEBBIE: (calling back) Well, let's see about that. Give me a minute to change.
A few minutes later, Debbie comes back down, now wearing a sports bra and panties. Jamal's eyes widen in surprise.
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JAMAL: (stammering) Uh, Mrs. G, I didn't mean...
DEBBIE: (interrupting) Oh, don't be such a prude, Jamal. You challenged me, I'm just making sure I'm comfortable. Now, are we going to do this or not?
Jamal hesitates, then stands up, ready to take on the challenge.
JAMAL: (determined) Alright, Mrs. G. Let's do this.
Debbie grins, ready to show Jamal that she's not as fragile as he thinks.
DEBBIE: (smiling) That's the spirit, Jamal. Now, let's see what you've got.
The wrestling match has yet to begin, but Debbie is already proving to be a formidable opponent, ready to take on any challenge that comes her way.
INT. GRAYSON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Debbie and Jamal are on the floor, wrestling. Jamal manages to pin Debbie down, his hand brushing against her breast. Debbie gasps, surprised but not opposed.
DEBBIE: (breathless) Jamal, you're playing dirty.
JAMAL: (grinning) All's fair in love and war, Mrs. G.
Debbie smirks, using her leg to hook Jamal's and flipping him over so she's now on top.
DEBBIE: (teasing) Well, if that's how you want to play it, I can get dirty too.
Jamal tries to buck her off, but Debbie holds on, her hands pinning his wrists to the floor. They continue to wrestle, their bodies entwined, the match becoming more and more heated.
DEBBIE: (panting) You're strong, Jamal, I'll give you that. But you underestimate me.
Jamal manages to flip Debbie again, his hand once more finding its way to her breast. Debbie arches her back, biting her lip.
DEBBIE: (whispering) You're going to pay for that.
Debbie uses Jamal's momentary distraction to her advantage, managing to wriggle free and pin him down again. They continue to wrestle, the match becoming a blur of limbs and laughter, both of them enjoying the thrill of the fight.
