A week passes. Dakota is now the one everyone is talking about. Not only did she suffer that instantaneous loss, but she also masturbated in front of the whole world. And you got another bonus. It's a complete win for you.
You eagerly await your next match.
You are meant to be fighting a woman named Angel. She's a former champion who nearly broke the industry record for most consecutive wins. You've heard of the aftermath of her fights, how she's a vicious fighter and rarely showed mercy. The massive rule change and shift to a more provocative sport hasn't done anything to affect her winning streak-- if anything, she seems more in her element with all the sex around.
You are in the ring, once again wearing plain white underwear. On the opposite corner is Angel, wearing a boxing robe. She stands up, and turns her front to the audience. She slips the top half of her robe off. The crowd goes wild as they get a good look at her perky D's. She fondles her breasts a bit. You are left looking at her bare back. She’s got a tattoo— angel wings. You roll your eyes, realizing the gimmick. She then turns her head to you.
"Don't worry, honey," she says, turning the rest of her body, "I'm here all for you."
You stare at her exposed breasts. She smiles, seeing your widening eyes. She then takes off the rest of her robe, and you gasp when you see her wearing a large green strap-on.
"Knew you'd be interested," she says, winking at you.
The bell rings.
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