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“UNF! NNN! GHH!”
The sound of loud and deep grunts echoed through the gym, empty aside from one single and oversized bunnygirl. Beatrice Bunny was doing her daily workout, pushing her hard body to its limits in an effort to keep herself in fighting shape. Her muscles bulged and sweat rolled and dropped down the curvature of her incredible body as she went from working the machines to lifting weights to pounding a punching bag with a series of fists kicks.
When she was done with her workout she called out, her southern accent drawling as her voice floated across the room to where her phone was set up.
“Siri, start recordin’…”
The bunnygirl grabbed her towel and began to wipe the thick sweat from her face, turning toward her phone in the process. “AHH! Ain’t nothin’ like a good workout to make ya feel like a million bucks!”
Lowering her towel from her face she started to wipe her arms as she continued. “Now then…looks like ah’m a lucky bunny. Ah gots me an upcomin’ match against none other than Miss Paule E. Coupe.”
“Now, despite all my muscles…” Her arms flexes as she spoke, putting her upper body on display. “…ah ain’t jes’ some dumb bunny gettin’ in over ‘er head here in the Dubya Dubya Ey. Ah’ve done mah research, and Paule, yer ass ain’t bad.”
“Problem is? Girl, ah’m better.”
Draping her towel around her neck, Beatrice sat down on a bench to continue, grinning all the while. “Ah’m a better wrassler than you, and even if ya were on mah level, well…ah got a full foot and at least a hundred pounds on ya. This ain’t gonna be a match, girl. It’s gonna be a massacre.”
“Ah’m gonna slam ya.”
“Ah’m gonna squish ya.”
“Ah’m gonna squash ya, shake ya, and throw ya all around the ring like a sack of taters.”
“Siri. Stop recordin’. Ah think ah’ve said more’n’enough…”
