Sign up for some wrestling

"I'm gonna do it," you say, hardly believing yourself.

"You sure?" Sara seems amused by the idea. "Some of those boys and girls are big."

"I may be little," you pout your lower lip out, "but I'm a scrappy fighter!"

She laughs and the two of you find your way through the stands to the table where the bald man in glasses is sitting. He looks up from his papers as you approach.

"Good evening, ladies," he shouts to be heard over the crowd as the ongoing match enters a particularly bawdy phase. "Are you a tag-team, or...?"

"Just her," Sara interjects before you can sign her up as well.

"Very good," the man pulls out a form and slides it into a clipboard. "I need your height, weight, opponent preference, and then I need you to sign a waiver."

"I'm five-five, 115 pounds, and...," you pause to consider your third answer. "Hmmm, give me a second."

You lean your head towards Sara.

"What do you think?" You ask her. "Should I wrestle a guy or a girl?"

Sara ponders the question and then shouts over the crowd to be heard by the scheduler.

"Who is the next man and the next woman she could be paired up with?" Sara asks.

The scheduler flips through a book of upcoming matches and available opponents.

"Guy seeking girl opponent, the next opening I have is for the Amazing Ronnie," his eyes flick to Sara and then back down to the page. "The next girl seeking a girl is...ah, Fraulein Fury."

Sara sucks air through her teeth.

"Amazing Ronnie is a scrawny little guy, you should be able to take him, although he fights dirty sometimes," Sara explains. "Fraulein Fury isn't usually here, she must be in town on business. There's a reason women aren't signing up to wrestle her. She's a bodybuilder. You could always sit both of these opponents out and we could watch the matches and come back if you'd rather do that."

"So what'll it be?" The scheduler asks once Sara has finished explaining your options.

You weigh your decision carefully.