Muscle Bunny

She parked the car and got out. This was a rough neighborhood, some would even say the worst in town, but Maria felt right at home, being born and raised there. Still, it was with a heavy heart that she made her way to the dojo. She sure as hell was NOT going to enjoy this. But she had given her word, and around here your word was as good as any currency. There would be no way out.

As she entered the mat, Billy had been waiting for her, the other boys cheering him on. He was big for his age, and strong, she knew, almost as strong as her. But still, he wouldn't last more than two rounds, she had figured. He would not be able to stand up to her twenty years of experience, having started wrestling only eight months before. He was going to lose, and she had almost felt sorry for him, knowing the consequenses. But then again, in the end, it all was just for fun, and they weren't going to really hurt him.

For two years now, she had been giving these free wrestling lessons. The city counsel had come up with the idea, and she had been all in from the get go. A chance to do something back for the community: that was right up her alley! Getting a few of those boys off the street, learning them something, giving them a feeling of selfrespect, of camaraderie. And it would all be for free. The only thing she would demand in return was discipline: they would have to show up three times a week, and train real hard! Her only worry had been if boys would actually accept her as their teacher, eventhough she had been a professional wrestler for twelve years now. But the council had specifically been looking for a woman, and assured her that everything would be fine. And it turned out they were right.

She backed off for a moment, giving him time to catch his breath, trying not to smile. She didn't want to humilliate him in front of his friends. Espescially not in the light of what he he would have to enjure this evening, at their New Years party. In her mind, she pictured him, and although she felt sorry for him, she also felt a little bit of excitement creeping in. He was after all a very handsome young man. Oh well, time to finish him off!

She had given her word, and there was no way out of this, she knew. Not that she hadn't tried.
"Boys, I see how this would have been funny, with Billy being a boy and all that, but for me, being a woman, this is maybe hitting a little too close to home... I mean, it kind of loses the parody ellement, don't you think? I will look just like a REAL one, won't I?"
It had all fallen on deaf ears, and in the end she had accepted her fate, grinding her teeth. After all, it was her own stupid mistake, to aggree to participate in their games, and accepting the terms. She walked up to the dojo. Light was streaming from the windows, and she heared music. The party was already in full swing. Oh well, at least they wouldn't be able to use that ball cinch up right on her. She would have to give them one photo opportunity, for sure. But after that, she might be able to find a table to hide behind, sitting cross legged for the rest of the evening.

NOW! She dived for his legs and grabbed... nothing. Where..? He was behind her! She tried to turn, but all of a sudden, the whole room seemed to rotate, as he lifted her from the mat. As they came crushing down again, she had been completely dissorientated for just one second. The second he had needed to apply an excruciating arm barr! She had yelped as the pain hit her like a flame from elbow to wrist. She tapped like crazy!

Mercifully, they had reserved a small room for her, to change into the bunny costume. On the bleeker side, they had also found an alternative to the ball cincher standard. And as the party went on, and as more and more people (most of them she didn't even know) streamed into the dojo, all she could do was stand there, in that stupid outfit, with that damned pole deeply imbedded in her.