Match 2

It is the morning after your fight against the Cobra. Your mind is still reeling from the activity you have just participated in. Sex-fighting? In front of a crowd!? It was crazy! But you had to admit it had been an incredibly enjoyable experience. The feeling of taking control of your opponent, working out their weakness and exploiting it, had given you a thrill like never before.

After stepping out of the shower, you check your body in the mirror. On either side of your chest you have broad red marks where the Cobra clamped her legs around your back. You poke one of the bruises, and instantly wince in pain. She had taken a very strong hold of you, and only now, after the adrenaline and lust have faded away, were you able to properly appreciate your achievement. You had come close to losing, and only a moment of opportunism had saved you. If you want to progress further, you know would you have to do a better job.

You dress, head out and spend the day relaxing in the shops and bars close to the hotel. You get a few looks from passers by – and even a high-five – to which you respond to politely yet modestly.

You have entered the ring, and are standing nervously in one corner. The announcer clambers in shortly afterwards, and walks into the centre.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, get ready for our next round of fights. First up is our successful challenger from Round One, who is through after an amazing win over the Cobra. But can he succeed again? Well, we'll have to wait and see as his opponent is.... The Raven!”

The Raven climbs into the ring beside the announcer. She is amazing. Her hair is jet-black, incredibly straight and reaches down to her slender waist. She is fairly tall, probably about 5 8, maybe 5 9. Her most noticeable feature, however, are her large DD breasts. Her black, tight, spandex one-piece has a very low neck-line, which shows off most of her bosom, just covering up her nipples. Her breasts are not only large, but also very full, very firm and what can only be described as delicious.
You can feel you cock grow hard already. Your arousal is clear for all to see, as you are making a pretty substantial tent in your spandex. The crowd have noticed, and you can hear a few laughs and cat-calls amongst the mass of shouts. Your opponent has noticed too. She gives you a look from her cold blue eyes, which have long eye-lashes, and winks. Her red-lipped mouth smirks, as if to say: “This is going to be too easy.”

Her face is amazing, cold and stern perhaps, but incredibly beautiful. She is also slim and perfectly toned. If the term "sex on legs" was meant for anyone, it is the Raven She is exuding confidence in every way. You may not be getting too many high-fives tomorrow, you fear.

“Ok, Fighters.... fight!” Shouts the announcer, as the bell rings to start the competition.