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Calvinomic
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2018
The Arena. That was all that their venue was known as. No one knew how it had started or who was running it, but seemingly out of nowhere it had popped up over night. At first glance it seemed to be a typical fight club, but the Arena had one particular rule which set it apart from any other form of combat. The loser was not decided by who dropped first, but by who came first, though that didn't mean that there wasn't plenty of violence. It seemed competitors found it easiest to have their way with their opponent once they were properly battered and bruised. This mixture of violence and sex seemed to appeal to the more carnal natures of many, for it didn't take long for the fights to draw large crowds. It seemed like each week there would be more people watching, to the point where bleachers started being brought in so that a larger audience could watch the fight.
Though the title of "The Arena" made it sound grand, it was actually little more than a cleared out space of dirt in an abandoned construction site on the outside of town, surrounded on all sides by fencing to form a cage. Once two fighters entered, the gate would not be opened again until the winner said so. This meant that even after the match was decided, the entertainment could go on for much longer, sometimes hours, until the victor had had their fun. The payouts for victory were immense, to where a single win could have someone living comfortably for months. Champions were said to live in luxury, where as losers often never found the courage to return. There was no mercy at the Arena, and no rules other than the win condition (though some other rules were implied, since the win condition required that your opponent be alive and conscious).
Cameron had been a fighter at the Arena for a few weeks now, and had been on quite the winning streak. Just a week earlier he had beaten one of the top five female fighters, and this week she was notably nowhere to be seen. While fighters were required to be willing to face any opponent, the audience seemed to have a preference for seeing a man vs a woman, so the matches generally followed that pattern when possible. Cameron had no idea who he would be facing, but he stood confidently as he waited to be called up. His chiseled form was littered with scars from god only knows how many fights, both in and out of the Arena. He was a man who was both violent and sadistic, consistently breaking his opponents both physically and mentally over the course of a fight until they were only a shell of the person that had entered. There was no reason that he saw today as being any different.
The previous match was finally finished. The woman was just finishing making her opponent cum for the third time before finally letting him off the hook, his face contorted in both pain and pleasure as she held up her arms in victory. The audience cheered cheered for the victor, and taunted the loser relentlessly, calling him weak and pathetic. Cameron would have liked to face her, but the organizers were kind enough to never make anyone fight twice in a row. Surprisingly, despite the physical advantage that men would be presumed to have, the results were split roughly 50/50 between men and women. It seemed that the men often had a hard time going all out against a woman, and even when they did, they simply came quicker. This meant that any fight could go either way, with two dominant personalities clashing until one broke. It was incredible to watch. Once the arena was cleaned up, it would be Cameron's turn. He still didn't know who his opponent would be, but to him it didn't matter. He would win regardless.
Though the title of "The Arena" made it sound grand, it was actually little more than a cleared out space of dirt in an abandoned construction site on the outside of town, surrounded on all sides by fencing to form a cage. Once two fighters entered, the gate would not be opened again until the winner said so. This meant that even after the match was decided, the entertainment could go on for much longer, sometimes hours, until the victor had had their fun. The payouts for victory were immense, to where a single win could have someone living comfortably for months. Champions were said to live in luxury, where as losers often never found the courage to return. There was no mercy at the Arena, and no rules other than the win condition (though some other rules were implied, since the win condition required that your opponent be alive and conscious).
Cameron had been a fighter at the Arena for a few weeks now, and had been on quite the winning streak. Just a week earlier he had beaten one of the top five female fighters, and this week she was notably nowhere to be seen. While fighters were required to be willing to face any opponent, the audience seemed to have a preference for seeing a man vs a woman, so the matches generally followed that pattern when possible. Cameron had no idea who he would be facing, but he stood confidently as he waited to be called up. His chiseled form was littered with scars from god only knows how many fights, both in and out of the Arena. He was a man who was both violent and sadistic, consistently breaking his opponents both physically and mentally over the course of a fight until they were only a shell of the person that had entered. There was no reason that he saw today as being any different.
The previous match was finally finished. The woman was just finishing making her opponent cum for the third time before finally letting him off the hook, his face contorted in both pain and pleasure as she held up her arms in victory. The audience cheered cheered for the victor, and taunted the loser relentlessly, calling him weak and pathetic. Cameron would have liked to face her, but the organizers were kind enough to never make anyone fight twice in a row. Surprisingly, despite the physical advantage that men would be presumed to have, the results were split roughly 50/50 between men and women. It seemed that the men often had a hard time going all out against a woman, and even when they did, they simply came quicker. This meant that any fight could go either way, with two dominant personalities clashing until one broke. It was incredible to watch. Once the arena was cleaned up, it would be Cameron's turn. He still didn't know who his opponent would be, but to him it didn't matter. He would win regardless.