Down goes Banshee.

Almost as if the bell flipped a switch, Salomon immediately became fixated on Ava. He began an all-out sprint towards her, slightly leaning his shoulder downward as if he was planning on running through her. She timed his steps and performed an aerobatic flip over her challenger. Just when she thought she cleared her foe, Ava felt the tightening of her bra behind her.

Oh fuck, she thought, as she felt her body being pulled backwards. While Salomon had missed with his shoulder, he was able to grab the back of her bra in mid-air. With a loud yell, Salomon slammed down Ava to the ground.

"UMPF!!" coughed Ava, as the force of the slam knocked the air out of her. She didn't have time to recover as Salomon started to kick her furiously in the abdomen. Two kicks made direct contact with her body before she was able to roll away to safety. Knowing she needed to act fast, Ava launched her legs forward into the air, flipping herself back onto her feet. Just as she was getting her bearings a tattooed fist met her jaw. She expected the blow to send her flying backwards, but felt herself being pulled forward. Salomon had grabbed the small cleavage revealing slit in her sports bra, keeping her in close proximity. Ava knew she needed some distance. While still having her bra clutched in his fist, Ava jumped up and launched her legs into Salomon's chest.

While this move shoved Salomon away, she didn't anticipate that he wouldn't let go of her bra. She heard a loud rip as her black sports bra was torn from her body. The crowd went nuts as Ava's perky pale tits bounced after being released from their polyester and spandex restraint. Part of her hoped that maybe this would be an even better distraction to turn the tide of the fight. But she knew deep down having a strangers see her bare bosom was a turn-on which would only distract her as well.

Salomon threw the ripped garment to the side as he stood back up from the dropkick. He could feel himself getting hard as he walked towards his beautiful opponent. Her now topless chest heaving with each breath. He couldn't get distracted, he convinced himself, especially since the fight was almost won. Ava began sprinting towards him. She hoped her bouncing tits while running would distract Salomon enough for her to deal a devastating blow. Although right as she reached him her {eye_color) eyes diverted towards the bulge in his pants.

As her eyes rested on the hidden erection, Ava felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She immediately keeled over the force of Salomon's punch she didn't see coming. While he was just as horny, he was able to maintain his focus. With one arm covering her abdomen, Ava reached out her hand to block any follow-up attack. But one never came. Her raised hand instead brushed up against Salomon's hard cock.

"Hey Salomon," a random voice from the crowd called out, "looks like she wants to fuck you!" The other fellow spectators cheered in response. A chant of Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! started to echo throughout the hall.

Salomon kicked Ava's hand aside before sending his heel directly to her face, dazing her almost to the point of unconsciousness. She realized her energy was completely spent from her weak body as the entire room was chanting. Defeated, she could only watch as Salomon reached down to unbutton and remove her jeans. The horde cheered in approval as Ava felt her thong being slowly pulled down from her hips. Without saying a word, much like the entire match, Salomon unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick.