You recently joined one of those gyms that are open 24 hours a day. Preferring to workout without large crowds, you are at the gym late on a Friday night. Normally you’re annoyed when others are at the gym, but tonight you are pleasantly surprised to see a beautiful blonde in a red sports bra who is running at a brisk jog on the treadmill. You’ve been in a bit of a slump with the ladies and your testosterone is raging. You have a hard time taking your eyes off of her. You had planned on working out with weights, but you decide to grab an elliptical machine behind the treadmill she is running on. You hardly notice the effects of the workout as you ogle the attractive blonde. You guess she is in her mid twenties, and she certainly seems like no stranger to the gym. You guess she stands about 5’8”, and you’re eyes remain fixated on her incredible butt and powerful legs.
Unfortunately, she notices your lustful stare as she looks up at the mirror. You’re trance is broken as the beautiful girl gets off the machine and begins to chew you out. “What the hell are you looking at,” she shouts.
You try to play dumb, but she continues to chew you out. You apologize, but she remains unsatisfied. Finally, you begin to lose your temper too. “Listen lady,” you retort “It’s a free country, and if I want to stare at your crazy ass, I’ll stare at your crazy ass. All of your whining and crying isn’t going to change that. So stop being a bitch, and leave me alone”
You’re words make her even more angry, and she pushes you off the treadmill. You fall, crashing into another piece of equipment. You’re not hurt, but now you’re angry as well. “Get up,” she yells at you. “Get up and I’ll show you who the whiny, crying bitch is.”
“Are you challenging me too a fight,” you ask her incredulently?
“What, are you scared,” she challenged.
“You’re crazy,” you repeat, “I’m not going to jail for beating a girl.”
“Like I thought, you’re a scared little bitch,” she sneered.
Part of you would like to teach her a lesson, but you reason little good can from accepting her challenge “My only fear is putting you in the hospital and spending a year in jail. This is getting ridiculous, I’m leaving.”
“How noble of you,” she mocked, “I’ll tell you what, if you too scared to fight, we’ll just have a little wrestling match. That way you can’t get in trouble for hitting me.”
When you don’t immediately reply, she steps forward and pushes you hard in the chest. You stumble back, and embarrassingly trip over a piece of equipment, and crash hard against the ground for a second time. You glare up at her.
“So are you going to get up and try to teach me a lesson, or are you going to run away like the bitch you are,” she persisted.
“It’s your funeral,” you scoff, angrily getting up. “Just understand, I’m not going to go easy on you.”
She laughs and leads you back to the padded exercise room where the classes are held. The room makes a suitable place to wrestle. You figure the odds of someone coming to the gym at this time of night are remote. You size up your opponent who is quickly stretching. She’s no body builder, but she has noticeable muscles in her arm and leg. It’s impressive for a girl, but you figure it’s nothing you can’t handle.
“What are the rules,” you ask as she moves toward you?
“We wrestle until you tap out.”
“You’re delusional,” you tell her.
“Not only will you tap out, but you’re going to apologize and kiss my ass.” With that she raises her hands challenging you to a test of strength.