The Ring

you watch the other fox run off, presumably back to his duties, and shrug before walking down the hall and through the door, as you close the door you notice no way to exit. the crowd roars as, you, the next fighter steps in to fight. before you stands a male lion, you guess your opponent. he stands, like most males, a good head and a half taller then you and his muscles are nicely toned as if he spent his entire life doing hard manual labor. you on the other hand have close to the perfect feminine body by most standards. the crowd jeered at you and continued to support the lion, writing you off as one of those sexual feedings before the next 'real' fight. after some hyping up from the crowd the lion finally let out a mighty roar and charged right at you.