Candi does, but she is surprisingly gentle.

Powerful men drag you limply to the locker room, and you see Candi making her way on the power of her own two feet. You try to plant your feet on the ground, but it's like trying to walk on limp noodles. You take a deep breath and focus on staying calm and centered, so you can strike when your strength returns.

You are taken out of the gym into a small, but surprisingly well appointed locker room, complete with showers. You suppose this sorority raises funds by holding sissy wrestling matches and selling tickets and pay per view rights. Of course the high rollers pay more to see what happens behind the scenes where rules don't prevent a loser from getting **** against a winner.

Candi is already waiting for you when the studs set you against the wall of the communal showers. She smiles as she soaps up her alluring Amazonian physique and the spray of the shower makes her supple skin shiny and steamy. You keep your guard up, even as you use the wall to brace yourself and keep from falling, but you know you are in no condition to fight her if she has her second wind.

"Relax, Barbimboian. I'm not mad. Like if I'm being rilly rilly rill, I am impressed with your skills. I am totes a big fish in a small pond, but with the right training, you could go far in the sissy fighting ranks." Candi slides over to your shower and wraps her arms around you, pulling you from behind against her soft body and hard cock and keeping you upright...for now. You squirm, but it only makes her cock slide against you, ultimately finding it's way between your soapy cheeks.

"Aww, don't be like that. You won fairsey squareys. I'm not gonna **** you, unless you ask me nicely to." You certainly wouldn't have thought so this morning, but the thought is tempting. Candi seems to know your body better than you do yourself, her hands roaming all over, soothing your sore muscles and melting your resolve, and it somehow feels natural to submit to the bigger, bustier, bulgier blonde...but that won't make you the best.

"I...I can't. I want to be the strongest, and that means being stronger than my body's bent desires. I want to be the best, and that means being better than I am now." You feel pain shooting up your limbs and across every aching muscle in your body. But pain means your strength returning. You push past the agony, planting your legs firmly and pull her arms away from you, stepping away and turning to face her. You expect her to look angry and to try to pull you back in, but instead she just looks disappointed.

"Look, Brandi. I know it's tempting to go full top with no exceptions, but if you rilly wanna be the best, you have to be able to take a fuckin' and keep fightin'. If you want, I can train you, but if not, you won't last long either in the ring, or out of it." Candi looks confoundingly concerned. Could she actually have your best interests at heart? Or is she just trying to trick you into giving up your ass without a fight?