They Let You Choose Who You Want To Wrestle, Choose Wisely.

They let you choose who you want to wrestle, choose wisely.

Your new partner for the army’s combat training looks excited to get started. You saw how he broke the other guy and knew you were in for the same fate.

“Hope you’ve got a strong back, pup.”

Your boyfriend sends a text, “Awful shift babe, can’t wait to come back and squeeze some of this frustration out.”

You open your phone to a picture from your boyfriend. “Fuckn awful workout.” With a sigh you start checking ER pricing, because as soon as he’s home he’s going to want to break something, and your the closest thing that’ll scream.

He’d been checking you out for an hour now, watching you workout and imagining the various torturous holds and moves he could put you through.

As soon as you make your way to the locker room, he follows, finally able to take what he wants.

Fuuuck he was so pissed he might just break someone. The jock looks across the gym to see you, back toward him.

That one’ll crack nicely.