Prepare for Round Two

Knowing that with only an hour left before your next fight, possibly getting into bed with one of those hot girls may negatively affect your chances of avoiding slavery. So you simply walked around and found yourself in a weight training room and did a few reps of your favorite exercises - nothing to tire yourself out, but enough to get the blood flowing.

With fifteen minutes before the match you hid in a bathroom stall which, like almost everywhere in the Common Area, smelled strongly of sex. You managed to beat one out into the toilet bowl, just to give you an edge for awhile in the fight, and made it to the Blue Team's door to the Arena with a few seconds to spare.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," boomed the announcer as you and your opponent were allowed into the ring. "Today we host our fourth match of the evening - for the Blue Team we have John Doe, fresh from his first victory and ready for more!"

Many cheers rained down alongside the expected boos - gambling on the matches was to be expected here.

"For the Red Team we have a more seasoned combatant - Rachel Marquee, the victory of ten rounds thus far! Fighters, meet in the center of the ring!"

You couldn't help but admire your opponent, Rachel, as you walked forward - she seemed tan and toned, with her long legs displayed to see under her mini-skirt, and sported DD-size breasts which were surprisingly perky and held together by a single black band that only covered her hard nipples.

"You fight dangerously with only that mini-skirt, Rachel," you try to taunt her, but she merely smirks at you.

"Some people like a little danger, John," she purred. "Are you one of them?"

"Fighters, BEGIN!"