"... All the way from the Australian Outback" the Announcer continues "I bring you, THE CHUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER- BRUCE!!!!"
You chuckle as a 7-ft roomorph, not more than 120lb, bounces into the ring, wearing boxing gloves. The referee motions you both into the centre of the ring. "Alright" he says. "No straight fatalities. All vores are allowed save shreddy. Claws ARE allowed. You clear?" You both nod, shake hands and retreat back to your corners. The bell rings and you are surprised to see the Roo try to wade in already. His punches are pitiful but, when he rears up on his tail and kicks you, knocking the breath from your lower lungs, you realise he's quite an opponent!
You growl, and take a swing for him yourself, claws out. You smile as they rake four deep gashes across his chest. He falls back, but quickly wades back in, arms flailing. He REALLY wants to win this, it seems...
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