Leaving Victor on the phone Max stormed from the office. Waiting till the door was closed before massaging the pain in his shoulder. It was even worse than he'd revealed. Max 'The Hammer' Larson didn't deserve to go out as a damp squib! Anthony had won fair and square but he still felt cheated.
Thankfully, the changing room was empty when he reached it. The pain was mounting and he didn't want to anyone to see him cry.
Picking up his lucky charm, he clenched it tight in his fist. "I will have my victory. I will return." he promised himself. His grip tightening, "I just wish I had another time around." His fingers hurt, as his eyes screwed shut.
- - - - -
Only moments later to snap open. The changing room was filled with a hubbub of voices... women's voice. Max's eyes shot wide, ready to run from the room. The last thing he needed was some scandal. But before he could put one foot in front of another. He realised he was a she.... She was every bit as womanly as the others.
"Maxie, will you pass it to me." One woman demanded. Her eyes leaving no doubt that Max was now Maxie. The name 'Maxine Peaks' scrawled with a sharpie inside her bag only confirming her new name. Stretching and flexing she passed the hair brush to the other woman. She certainly earned her name.
"Whatever happens in the tryouts, I hope we both win." The other woman confessed.
Maxine knew she had a real chance. But, she had to perform to earn it. With her experience as 'The Hammer' surely she'd win through. Taking in her slimmer arms, she wondered if she would.
The cheap sign hung in the changing rooms for 'Victor's Vixens Tryouts' was a warning that beauty was a factor rather than mere prowess in the ring. It was oddly chilling, even if as Max he knew part of it was theatre and acting. The idea of sex appeal was disturbing.
"Yeah.... good luck to us both." she offered her 'friend'.
The changing room doors swung open, a hairy male arm holding it wide. "Ladies, it's time to start." Victor's voice booming inside. At least he didn't perv on the applicants. The others trudge towards the door, and you feel compelled to follow. Lusting after this new opportunity.
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