“Come here, you sonofabitch.” Zola fired off another sinister laugh as she chased him down in her Scarab.

“Where’s my sandwich?” He laughed, but it sounded a little forced.

“I’d shove it up your ass, but your head is in the way,” she growled. Sounds like I’m getting under his skin. He probably won’t stick around much longer. “What’s it like to see the inside of your own colon, by the way?”

He responded by spewing another stream of profanity and insults -- then he left. Zola stared at the notification for a few seconds and let her Scarab coast to a stop.

Already? Huh.

“Well.” She arched an eyebrow at the camera. “That was anticlimactic. But a victory is a victory nonetheless.”

“Nice,” one of the onlookers said. “You ran ’em out of town!”

“Thank you.” She flexed her fingers. They’d begun cramping up in the last few minutes. “So, kids, the lesson today is … don’t try to bully Zola. Zola doesn’t just fight back. Zola goes to war. Especially when it makes more content for her channel.”

More donations flowed in. She glanced at her notifications and found a handful of new subscribers, as well.

“I think that’ll be all for now. I need to relax after all the ass-kicking.” She smiled into the webcam. “Thank you all so much for the donations and subs and just for watching. I hope you had as much fun as I did. Again, if there’s anything specific you’d like your donation to go toward, PM me and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Think you’ll end up in the Bad Sport lobby?” a viewer asked as Zola reached out to close the stream.

“Probably.” She grinned and waved at the webcam. “Totally worth it, though! Goodnight, everyone.”

She ended the stream, made sure a local copy was saved on her laptop for editing later, then leaned back in her chair and sighed. Teaching those guys a lesson had been fun, but also kind of draining. Not that they’d learn anything from it, anyway. She was sure they’d be right back at it tomorrow, or even tonight, maybe even throwing the same crap at her all over again. And if not them, it’d be someone else. The bullying often came from different sources or took on different forms, but it never ended.

She started an invite-only session and waited for the rest of her team to show up. In the meantime, she called her mechanic and requested another of her favorite vehicles, the Coil Brawler, which looked like what would happen if a Humvee had angry sex with a Camaro. Just cruising around and taking in the scenery always helped her relax. Which, she realized now, she needed rather desperately after the barrage of harassment she’d just endured.

And would endure again. And again. And again. Still, for a chance to give the bullies the spanking they deserved and show it to the whole world …

Yes. Totally worth it.