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I saw the carnage that this fighter, Junta, did to Alice. It wasn't even a match at this point, it was slaughter. I knew I had to do something. Alice is one of the toughest girls I know, and if Junta can tear through her like that, then I gotta try and avenge my friend.

Soon, the day had come for my match with the Beast. Wearing my black gloves and shorts, I head out to the ring. My fans cheered for me, wanting to see me fight this behemoth of a woman. I climb into the ring and loosen my shoulders, staring down my opponent with grim determination. "Is she even human?" I think to myself, eyeing up her incredible physique, inspecting her scarred body from a lifetime of battle. It was clear who was the hunter, and who was the prey.

I don't remember the bell ringing, but I certainly remember Junta pouncing on me, like a lion on a gazelle. She smashes my jaw with a brutal hook, sending saliva to the canvas. It was a devastating punch, and one that could have easily knocked a lesser fighter out. I regain my balance and throw a jab-cross combo at her, but it's no use. She makes no attempt to block, instead eating the punches as if they are nothing! This shakes my confidence, and she knows this.

By the end of the first round, I am bloody and bruised, slumped in my corner while my trainer wipes the sweat off my brow. My eye is swollen and my nose is busted, but Junta is untouched. She remains eerily calm, just staring me down from across the ring, seemingly not even blinking.

The second round starts and I meet her in the centre, offering my glove to tap as a sign of sportsmanship, but this animal has no interest. She slaps my glove down and sends a devastating uppercut into my gut, making me hunch over her arm and cough from the impact, being lifted off the canvas from the force. My eyes widen as saliva and air are forced out of me, my fans wince as they hear the sound of leather smacking into me, no longer wanting to cheer or holler for me. They knew my destruction was inevitable, but Junta was not going to let me forget this mistake.

Challenging her to a fight? What was I thinking...?

Mitch is my character
Junta belongs to my good friend cultist1995
Art by the incredible mangapym
cultist1995 mangapym

Description
I saw the carnage that this fighter, Junta, did to Alice. It wasn't even a match at this point, it was slaughter. I knew I had to do something. Alice is one of the toughest girls I know, and if Junta can tear through her like that, then I gotta try and avenge my friend.

Soon, the day had come for my match with the Beast. Wearing my black gloves and shorts, I head out to the ring. My fans cheered for me, wanting to see me fight this behemoth of a woman. I climb into the ring and loosen my shoulders, staring down my opponent with grim determination. "Is she even human?" I think to myself, eyeing up her incredible physique, inspecting her scarred body from a lifetime of battle. It was clear who was the hunter, and who was the prey.

I don't remember the bell ringing, but I certainly remember Junta pouncing on me, like a lion on a gazelle. She smashes my jaw with a brutal hook, sending saliva to the canvas. It was a devastating punch, and one that could have easily knocked a lesser fighter out. I regain my balance and throw a jab-cross combo at her, but it's no use. She makes no attempt to block, instead eating the punches as if they are nothing! This shakes my confidence, and she knows this.

By the end of the first round, I am bloody and bruised, slumped in my corner while my trainer wipes the sweat off my brow. My eye is swollen and my nose is busted, but Junta is untouched. She remains eerily calm, just staring me down from across the ring, seemingly not even blinking.

The second round starts and I meet her in the centre, offering my glove to tap as a sign of sportsmanship, but this animal has no interest. She slaps my glove down and sends a devastating uppercut into my gut, making me hunch over her arm and cough from the impact, being lifted off the canvas from the force. My eyes widen as saliva and air are forced out of me, my fans wince as they hear the sound of leather smacking into me, no longer wanting to cheer or holler for me. They knew my destruction was inevitable, but Junta was not going to let me forget this mistake.

Challenging her to a fight? What was I thinking...?

Mitch is my character
Junta belongs to my good friend cultist1995
Art by the incredible mangapym
cultist1995 mangapym