What do you think?

As the Bombardier regains control of her breathing, and her eyes, and her gyrating... wow, you really did a number on her, hey? Her eyes focus on yours, then turn wild as she looks down to see your outstretched hands covering her otherwise bare breasts, and realises what she just did in front of a sold-out audience. Heat and colour rushes to her face, followed soon after by rage, as she looks down at your smiley and proud expression.

The next thing you know, you're covering your own breasts and being thrown into the ring corner by a very angry Bombardier, using one arm to hold up your ripped pink sports bra against her chest. The last thing you see are her burning eyes are she slowly stomps towards you, balling her free hand. You gulp as her shadow overtakes you.

***

Several hours later, you wake up in the middle of the no longer lit ring, surrounded by empty audience seating and bare-chested, your pile of original clothes placed in the ring with you. The air is cold, and it's made colder by the layer of sweat still across your body. Did that really happen? How long were you **** and topless in this ring?! How awesome is it that you just had your first fight?!?!

ow, oww, owwie you think as you hop up and get dressed back in your original clothes, leaving the pink panties in the ring because you don't know where else they could go. You're a bit bummed that you lost, and you sure hope that nobody will recognise you, but all in all it wasn't a totally bad experience... OW. You have a lot of bruises. Hobbling it is.