It's so frustrating; this little guy is several years younger, and he's new around here. Seeing him outperform the local champion does not feel right at all.

Was it even possible? well probably; be it only because the local champion of that small town was kind of a jack of all trades, being the local master not only at foot race, but also wrestling, whereas the new guy that had popped out of nowhere could only ever be seen running.

Well regardless, it immediately stopped being funny when it turned out it wasn't pure chance, the guy was for real, here to win, and sporting that smug expression each time he "won" at training... In truth, not a very good sport. He even walked faster by the now ex-champion to go past him anywhere he went, any chance he had, always sporting that smug look... yup, didn't put him in a good mood at all... In fact, they say something like that is enough to make some people snap...

It started as a wrong time, wrong place situation. Local champion was running late that night to get over a few days of having given up on everything; now he had a lot of catching up to do, the big race was on the next day, aaand... he was already feeling tired. He walked to the locker room, rather depressed; at least appreciating how utterly deserted and quiet the place was. A good enough recipient for his bitter thoughts.

Not sooner did he think of how humiliating it would be to now certainly lose to that kid, that THE LITTLE DEVIL FUCKING SHOWED UP. He passed by him as usual playfully, uttering a high-pitched "oops, sorry dude" as he entered the shower. The only shower. Fuck. That was the last straw.

Now the ex champion was really fuming. He reached the locked door of the shower and proceeded to wait. He thought of just walking home and get a shower there. But he needed a shower right now. Moreover that would be another victory for that kid. Speaking of him, he was now humming to himself gleefully as the water ran. To put it lightly, waiting didn't make the ex-champion any calmer. By the time he felt it was starting to be taking him long to shower, he was out for blood...

Maybe some predator instinct had taken over him when the water finally stopped and instead of calming down, he positioned himself near the door, waiting for his rival to finish brushing the water off his fur...

He finally exited humming AGAIN, wearing just sporty underpants, his towel tossed over his shoulder, and proceeded to walk to his locker... he never had a chance. The ex-champion, still the local wrestling champion, jumped him and tackled him on the ground.

"W-WHAT THE HELL?? LET ME GO!!" he screamed; wrestling champion panicked, maybe just realizing what he was doing. Or worried he would get caught. For a second he almost let go of the kid; but the kid hit him with his legs; it brought him back to reality; well the reality in which he was the winner, anyway... he snatched the towel off of his opponent's grip and stuffed it in his mouth. The locker room was now back to relative silence. Except for some muffled screams and commotion. He lifted his rival up, his strong arms around his chest; really, this guy was pretty lightweight and didn't have much to offer in the upper body strength department.

All that was needed now was something to restrain him. He looked around and spotted the first aid kit on the wall. He grinned, and reached for the roll of adhesive gauze. He then proceeded to hogtie him. Now his rival was just whimpering and shaking, but he didn't stop. He was now feeling like this was justice. He especially enjoyed wrapping gauze around his legs. "Not so smug now are we? How does it feel to be outstripped buddy? a little bit helpless?" he sneered as he slapped his butt causing him to yelp. "Good idea to be showing off that body of yours by the way, he continued as he pulled gently on the waistband of the rival's underwear, too bad it's the last time tho..."
He finishes the rest of the gauze around the weak upper body of his victim, then some more around his legs and feet.

He then stood back to look at his work. This once terrible rival, who shouldn't have been intimidating ever, was reduced to a neat, miserable package that bucked meekly on the ground. "How fast can you run now?" he snickered, satisfied; he also thought of the amazing sleep he would get now that his rival wouldn't be running anywhere important.

There was a pause, as the captor was now contemplating what to do next. The package became more agitated in the meantime... Even in the state of upset he's in, he's able to think clearly; it doesn't really help... not only is that not gonna cut the tape or make his captor go away, it only makes him realize that either this sicko didn't think this through, or he's got other plans for him... either way, he realizes in horror that he's probably not getting out of this anytime soon... his fear becomes reality as his captor then picks him up like a bag; he kept screamming through the gauze covering his mouth in the off-chance anyone would hear...

"Okay then buddy, let's put you somewhere you're not going to cause any more trouble..."