To your horror, a curvy hyena opens up the locker, grinning cruelly at you. She's dressed up in an orange leotard straight out of a wrestling ring, and the fabric around her hips and breasts are struggling to stay in place around her massive curves.
"Perfect, I was looking for a punching bag," she says as she holds you over her shoulder.
"Punching bag?!" you scream in horror.
"Of course. I haven't seen any boys around here willing to wrestle with me." You punch her shoulder and kick wildly at this information, but it's for not. She brings you past a set of doors and to a makeshift, sloppily made, wrestling arena. She drops you onto the arena, and hops in after, you struggling to your feet.
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