Wrestling

"Fuck it, I'll sign up for wrestling," you answer.

"Uh, like beating up innocent little women, huh?" Lukas says. "Or... getting beat up by them, maybe? I don't know, whichever.

"Shut up!" you laugh.

"Whatever. It's at the gym. Just head down the hallway, take a right, continue past the theater and then go out to the gym."

"Cool", you nod.

With that, you turn, heading off along the hallway. You take right at the T-split in the hallway, walking past the open dual doors showing a massive stage that you presume is the theater. With that, you continue on, arriving at the gym. You walk inside, a middle-aged woman in a tracksuit with a baseball cat and auburn hair tied in a ponytail handing out pairs of shitty wrestling shoes, those stupid helmets and... uh, singlets. She smiles, seeing you.

"Oh, we have a guy going to join us! Terrific! Don't worry, you won't have to wear a girl's kit, we've ordered male ones!"

She hands you a blue and white singlet, one of those stupid helmet and two shitty, flimsy shoes. You take it, quickly heading off towards the males locker room, finding it empty.

"Hmm.." the coach says, pausing and thinking. "You're inexperienced, so the rules state I have to put you up against our weakest member."

She nods to one of the smallest, skinniest girls of the team, whose singlet is practically showing ribs she's so thin, her small breasts just peaking out. Her red hair is tied up in a bun, and she smiles nervously at you.

"But, you are a man and much larger and more muscular, so maybe the toughest."

A giant girl, taller than even you, steps forward, her bulky frame ripped with muscles, a pair of massive tits bursting through her singlet. She also has red hair tied in a bun, looking like a steroid-infused, gamma-irradiated version of the first girl.

"I'll just let you decide," she shrugs.