Battered and Tattered Anamoha bounced in her own corner with a confident expression painted on her face. Her opponent was someone from a local gym who claimed they had found a method to defeating her. Since her full succubus awakening, noone posed much of a threat, so the concept was very enticing. What she expected was an iron bodied slugger, who resembled the only one who managed to tie with herself. What she got was a chubby novice that constantly hit the mat whenever Ana came around. Infact, the last time Anamoha saw this amateur, she was being used as a blow up punching toy. Popped over and over against the ropes with not even full strength jabs, belly jiggling with each smack, saliva flowing freely from the corner of her mouth.
"Thank you Anamoha for the opportunity, I really--" the butterball started.
"Let's get this over with, I'm tired of waiting." Ana would cut her off.