The Wrestling Match
Oh man does your back hurt. But a job's a job, and the Pickaxe at least pays better than most places do.
"Alright Bea, I finished moving those boxes, you need me to do anything else?"
"Nope, that's all anon. Good work today, see you tomorrow."
Just as you're about to leave, Mae comes in.
"Hey anon! Hey Bea! You guys wanna do something tonight?"
Bea grunts, "Nah, sorry, I need to do some paperwork, you guys have fun though. I'm letting your boyfriend off early."
"Oh, okay, anon can we go back to your place?"
"Yeah, sure, I'm pretty tired anyways."

The walk to your apartment is uneventful but not unenjoyable as you tell Mae about your day. You open the door you give your roommate a hello, he's watching TV as per the usual, and gives a little wave but otherwise doesn't react. Mae is one step ahead of you, already hanging up your coat for you by the time you get to your room.
"So anon, are you hungry? You want me to make anything?"
"You mean microwave something?" you chuckle, "Nah, not right now. I had a late lunch and I mostly just want to blow off some steam."
"How do you wanna do that?" she asks coyly.
"You down for some wrest-"
Before you even finish she tackles you, almost knocking you over. Almost. You quickly grab her hands and push her back. She's got spunk, but spunk doesn't make up for just how small she is. You could easily overpower her in an instant, but that's no fun. Then she suddenly backs up and your momentum carries you forward, you stumble and before you can regain your balance she's on your back.
"Gotcha!" she whispers in your ear, then she starts her choke hold.

Okay maybe her spunk makes up for a lot. You take a knee and start trying to pry her arm off your throat; you're partially successful but she's not giving up. At least you can breathe a bit, but you can't hold your balance without a hand on the ground, and your one arm can't break her hold either. You take a deep breath, then give up on fighting the hold long enough to stand up.
Mae is now dangling in the air hanging off your back. She's trying her best to keep up the hold, but without any leverage she's more trying to hang on than make you tap out at this point.
"Hey that's not fair!" Mae protests.
"All's fair in love and war, kitten," you quip as you reach back and grab her. In a sudden motion you pull, then bend over and throw her on her back onto your bed. She lands with a pomf, and you make sure to hold her arms down before she can right herself, her head hanging off the bed a bit.
The both of you now out of breath, you manage to pant "Got you!" as you look down at her.
She's breathing heavily, smiling a bit. "Yeah, I guess you did get me. So anon, what are you gonna do with me now?"

You muse for a second, you can think of a few things. You give her a knowing grin and she responds in turn.


Much later you emerge, covered in sweat and lacking your shirt. You'll find it later. You walk to the fridge and pull out a cold jug of water. As you pour two glasses your roommate speaks.
"Hey man, you killing a cat in there?"

You just laugh.