Arena #2 Video Games

The crowd is restless in Arena # 4. Mainly men, of course, although here and there, a female face can be seen. A few lesbians, others that are just curious, and a handful who came here at their man's request. To prevent any interference with the competition, the ring is protected by a gigantic crystal clear dome. A single round door is the only way in and out of this place, and as it opens for the first time of the evening, a thousand voices boast joyfully. But the hoorays turn to boos when a man steps in. "Ok people, calm down, calm down!" The crowd slowly quiets down and the announcer's voice booms through the speakers.

"Welcome to the Video Games Arena. Tonight, the bustiest pixellized girls ever will rival in audacity and sex craft in a Battle of wits and tits!" Barely any giggle in the crowd; the announcer sighs, but it is a proof that a few people actually listen, at least... With a gesture towards the door, he continues: "Now is the time to pick our first competitors! I am very happy to confirm the presence of the following female challengers tonight: Lara Croft!" Deafening cheers as the lady briefly steps on the ring and flashes her massive juggs. "Tifa Lockheart!" The barmaid does her turn on the catwalk, a determinate look on her face and is acclaimed as she bends over suggestively before leaving. "Chun-Li!" Dressed in little more than a bra and shorter-than-short skirt, the lovely asian girl returns his welcome to the crowd by blowing kisses all around. A man is escorted out by the security after he dropped his pants at the sight of Chun-Li flashing her buttcheeks.

And the presentation goes on. At every name, the crowd seems to cheer louder, to shout more encouragement and to clap with more enthusiasm. More famous female sex machines are presented, but a few contestants rarely seen on this type of competition are given a welcome warmer than any other: Princess Peach herself is here, escorted by a few servitors; Samus Aran, although no longer clad in her impressive fighting armor, has lost none of her dominating stature; even Jaine Proudmoore has managed to escape from her responsibilities in the Human Alliance to take part in the Arena # 4 fuck-fest (which leads a few spectators to make distasteful jokes about her possible use of the Polymorph ability).

"We might have a few surprises in store for you during the evening, ladies and gentlemen! But enough talk, let's do the first draw of the evening!" Two barrels are rolled onto the ring. "First of all, I shall draw the game rules from this barrel. Will be one-on-one? Team? Battle Royal? Will toys be permitted? Ropes? Weapons? Will our competitors be **** to stripped naked from the ground up? Will they be blindfolded? Have their hands tied behind their back?" He waits for the cheers to fade a little before continuing his speech. "And out of the second barrel, I will pick the names of her first competitors, as many as outlined in the first round rules. Drum rolls, please!" The crowd hushes as the man draws out a small paper and begins to read.