Stockholm Fuckery

Your name is Everett Woods, 21 years old and a 4th year college senior. A part time worker at your local cafe near your apartment studio. Currently living with a flatmate named Oliver Poppers to share the studio's rent and a fellow senior.

Although Oliver has been living in a separate house -Frat House- he always comes by whenever there's barely anything to do and borrows your gaming platforms and chill to watch a movie or two.

At first, he barely bothered to do anything besides laze around. But recently, he has been getting by, telling you that he can take a share for the chore of cleaning red cups and used paper plates -his doing- up. By saying that, 'if you can win a wrestling game' - 'loser has to obey the winner's whims through the whole semester'-

You agreed, but did you know what was wrong with that? Here's three things why;

First: you are 5'5, and by definition of body composition lanky man, a skinny person weighing at 190 lbs with a babyface, black eyes, slight blond hair, and looks that could pass for a feminine figure.

While Oliver is a 6'4 monster, and by definition of body composition a hunk, muscle filled person weighing at 240 lbs with way more muscles than he knows what to do with brown hair and eyes.

Second: you are an indoor shut in with a probable 10% of sports like activity knowledge, and you can barely lift anything that weighs over 20 lbs.

While Oliver is a man of pure muscles, who works out and plays football for scholarships - so you know how dedicated this monster is - and plays a lot, you mean a lot of fighting games like boxing, wrestling and a mixture of both. You know he can definitely break you into two.

Three: You were getting of having your chores minimize and you thought that he meant 'game' wrestling, not full body, sweaty skin, physical contact type of wrestling.

Which leaves you to your current predicament, after fighting Oliver the 'Great', he knew that you wouldn't a chance and finished it quickly with you passing out after being lifted up and slammed to the wooden tiled floor.

You swear you broke something, but two hours later and a sore back to go with, you are now obligated to obey Oliver for the rest of the semester. Great.