He stands over 9 feet tall, and weighs around 750 pounds. He fights unclothed. His body is the usual skunk black, striped with white, only his white stripes are more of a yellowed cream color from going unwashed, and the black fur is knotted and matted from unknown filth. His cock hangs low, uncut, and is seemingly always hard and always drooling pre. The scent of his unabashed lust combined with an aversion to bathing creates a unique scent cocktail that has knocked weaker challengers out before the match ever began.
The skunks fallen opponents often find themselves marked for life by his potent spray. Something about it seems to just seep into his opponents fur, maybe even skin itself, and never let it go. Nothing seems to remove it, and water seems to just bring the scent out fresh, redoubling its potency. The skunk also has a reputation for humiliating his opponents to the point of conceding the match when his scents aren't enough to knock them out.
As for when the skunk loses, well, it hasn't happened yet. Not that it couldn't, but even after all of his tricks, the skunk still has a fierce strength that has never failed him.
Because of the harsh consequences of losing compared to the little glory of winning, there are usually few challengers. That absence of challengers has led to the musk drenched beast upping the ante. The winner of this match gets to take the loser home, and both parties in the match sign a contract pledging their absolute obedience to the victor in the event of their loss. In case of breach, force may be legally used to whatever extent the victor deems necessary to enforce commands.
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