Max's idea

When I came back, I was ready to tell Max that I was leaving. I’d already won two matches, and my rank hadn’t gone up at all. All I’d done was ruin the reputation of two newbies by making them come in front of everyone.

I walked over to Max, who was in the middle of crushing a guy with shiny blond hair and reddish skin. He looked like a Native American with a terrible dye job, and Max leaned against the ropes to talk to me, knowing his opponent didn’t stand a chance even like that.

“Hey Jack! I set you up with a super easy match.”

“No, listen, Max, I want to leave. I’m already bored.”

“Come on, man! You owe me this favor. This guy wanted a rematch and said I could even fight his girlfriend. The thing is, I don’t like those kinds of girls, and after I beat him again, I want to really give it to him. So do me this favor and go take his girl.”

I was furious, but Max was my best friend, and I couldn’t argue because his opponent had decided to go on the offensive again and force him to fight once more.

I walked toward where Max had pointed, and for the first time I noticed the sad faces of most of the people there. They’d all been beaten by a handful of selfish veterans who’d crashed the event, and I realized I was one of them. I started to feel guilty, and my anger faded, replaced by a strange calm and a sharper sense of embarrassment. I was ruining the dream and passion of a sport for people who were just getting started.

When I reached the corner of the gym where the girl was sitting, I found her surrounded by friends, all feeling down as they talked about their recent losses.

“What do you want, asshole?” one of the girls with purple hair and goth-style makeup said to me.

I ignored her and focused on the girl I was looking for: Ellie.

She was about one meter sixty (5.2 feet), with short, curly white hair that fell in a wild yet cute bob. She had distinctive dark eyeliner and glitter on her cheeks and eyebrows, deep gentle dark blue eyes, and a tiny upturned nose. Beneath the glitter she hid small reddish spots on her cheeks. She was slim, but her novice-level muscles were noticeable on her bare legs and arms.

She’d worn a stars-and-stripes bikini for the event, along with gold boxing gloves. It was clear she had been confident walking in, but her expression made it obvious that confidence had deserted her.

I felt a strange throb in my chest followed by a stir in my cock as I set my gaze on her.

“H-Hi, I’m Jack,” I managed to say, my tongue feeling thick. “I’m your next opponent.”

One of her friends burst out in a bitter, cutting laugh. “Her next opponent? Her boyfriend sold her out just to get some pathetic revenge against someone too strong for her. One more loss and…”

Ellie cut her off. Her face was flushed. “That’s enough!” Then she looked up and scanned me from head to toe. She stood up and noticed the difference in our heights—about 30 centimeters (1 foot)—but she didn’t let it discourage her.

“They’ve already scheduled our match, and I’m not backing out…”

I felt a lump in my throat. Now I could take in Ellie in all her splendor. To many, she might have seemed like a normal, athletic girl, but her firm, perky breasts drew my eyes, as did her plump, firm butt. I tried not to get distracted and to get back to the conversation; I wanted to reassure her a little.

Instead, I looked at her cheeks streaked with glitter, her frightened dark blue eyes, and the way the bikini straps marked her slender shoulders—and my cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

“If you want,” I said, my voice hoarser than I’d intended. “We can step away for a bit and have our match in an empty ring.”

Ellie’s legs were shaking. The gold gloves looked too big for her wrists, but she seemed to pick up on something in my voice and relaxed a little. She looked me in the eyes but I couldn’t hold her gaze, turning my face toward the back of the gym in embarrassment. "Sure" She said with a more confident tone.

“Follow me.” I said, trying to hide my excitement, and she started to walk really close behind me.