Standing in the opposite corner was a large Bengal tiger named Terrance. He was wearing tight black, sparkly shorts, tight enough to show his impressive bulge and well rounded ass. He was extremely muscular, looking like he came from some gladiatorial match. And, unfortunately for his past opponents, he had an appetite. Though, he didn't like outright eating foes. He wanted to beat them down, to beat and grapple them into submission, before eating them.
He looked his opponent up and down, this Valahaar, and he liked what he saw. This creature had some good meat on his bones. He licked his lips at the beefy lion.
"Don't go down too easy, meat stack," Terrance said, taunting the fighter. "I like my meat nice and tender." He cracked his knuckles, craned his neck either way, and readied for a fight.
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