Round 12

[b]Round Twelve:[/b]

Marty appeared in a familiar boxing ring.

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Darkness surrounded the roped off square which was illuminated brightly. Around Marty's body was his trusty blue gi.

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But there was a problem: the gi was still sized for his original body. His diminished height was offset by his tall, shiny gray stilettos which boasted a metal heel.

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The problem came with his upper body. Marty had lost so much muscle mass that he felt like he was swimming in the baggy gi, particularly around his shoulders. He pulled the top down until it was flat against his arms and shoulders, then proceeded to tuck the excess into his pants. He tightened the cloth belt around his waist and felt somewhat confident it would hold together.

Where he wasn't as confident was with the contest itself. If Anthony appeared against him, Marty was going to have a lot of trouble winning. Even with his expertise and experience - a strength and weight difference ot that magnitude would be nearly insurmountable. Marty tried to rally his confidence, but felt it begin to wane. He looked down at his shiny heels and felt the iron constriction on his cock, he didn't stand a chance! His manhood was caged and forced into a such a small area and he was so small...he felt so small...

Anthony appeared in the middle of the square.

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Anthony crossed his massive arms and smiled confidently. He wore a pair of red shorts and tennis shoes. His shirtless muscles had a slight sheen and Marty found himself momentarily fixated on them.

"You adminin' a real man, white boy?" Anthony scoffed.

Marty broke off his stare and shifted his gaze towards the ground.

Anthony continued, "What's wrong? You ain't squarin' up like you did last time."

Anthony took a few powerful strides towards Marty who shuttered and recoiled slightly into the ropes. Anthony pressed himself directly next to Marty. Marty stood upright to meet him, but stared into Anthony's neck, too nervous to meet his gaze. Marty had never felt so dwarfed by any opponent. Anthony must have been nearly double his weight.

Anthony shouted angrily, "Say somethin' smart! Say somethin' disrespectful!"

Marty felt his heart rate quicken and his breath coming in quickly. He remained silent.

The aggression in Anthony's voice disipated and he chortled, "Didn't think so. You already my bitch."

Anthony took a few steps back while snickering to himself. Marty shifted uncomfortably.

S.A.M. appeared seconds later.

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The cute little robot wore a little gi of his own.

His spoke in his monotone, computer voice, "Contestants will engage in one on one combat. The match is over when one contestant taps our or is knocked out."

Anthony cracked his knuckles loudly, sending a chill down Marty's spine, "This ain't gon' be like last time."

"Begin."

Anthony charged forward and grabbed at Marty's shoulders. Marty tried pushing the hulking black man away but was severely outmatched. Anthony's grip was like iron and no matter how hard Marty pulled away or pushed, his hold was too strong. Anthony watched Marty struggle for a few seconds, barely expending any effort keeping him in place. He let out a mocking laugh while Marty grunted in frustration.

"Little white boy can't handle my-aaahhh!! "

Anthony's laughter turns to a cry of agony as Marty landed a powerful kick between his legs. Anthony may have taken his upper body strength, but Marty's legs were still muscled and thick as tree trunks. Anthony's shriveled and fell sideways onto the mat, holding his groin area.

"You- you fucking bitch! Anthony screamed in agony, writhing on the floor, "You kicked me in the dick! What kind of man kicks someone in the dick? You out here fightin' like a dirty fuckin' ho'!"

Marty surged forward and stomped his metal heel at Anthony's groin. At the last second, Anthony turned away and lay on his stomach. Marty took the opportunity to jump onto Anthony's back and trap his arm in a painful hold. One flick of Marty's wrist and Anthony's arm would break.

"You nothin' but a dirty fucking- gahh!" Anthony screamed as Marty twisted his arm.

Marty spat, a modicum of his confidence returning, "You give up yet, black boy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I fuckin' give!" Anthony shouted into the floor.

Marty stood up triumphantly. He had finally won a match! He ought to win these, he was a devoted martial arts master, after all!

Anthony slowly got to his feet, wincing in pain and partially doubled over.

"You gon' regret this. I'm done letting you win." Anthony warned.

Marty rolled his eyes, "Maybe think about wearing a cup next time, hotshot."

Anthony nodded his head and stared at Marty with hatred in his eyes, "I'll be ready. You can count on it."

The two exchanged hateful eye contact as the scene collapsed. Marty may have made a permanent enemy, but at least he didn't change even more. He had to take this one round at a time.

[b]NAME: [/b]

Marty Lyonelle Dawes

[b]AGE: [/b]

21

[b]HEIGHT: [/b]

5"09

[b]WEIGHT: [/b]

165 LBS

[b]IQ[/b]

125

[b]HAIR:[/b]

Rather short, black, shaggy hair.

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[b]VOICE:[/b]

A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.

[b]FACE:[/b]

Smooth, hairless face. Normal, if not slightly puffy lips. Low cheekbones and wide, somewhat prominent nose. Large, soft green eyes. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide neck with prominent Adams apple. Ability to grow facial hair is that of a normal woman.

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[b]GENITALS: [/b]

Large, thick and veiny 9 inch penis with flared, uncircumsised head. Covered in well maintained, dark pubic hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.

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[b]UPPER BODY:[/b]

Average to below average biceps and forearms. Sparse hair covering the chest and slightly below average shoulders. Pecks are flat with little muscle. Nipples are small hard and masculine. Stomach is hard, cut and muscled. Upper body has some sparse hair. Hands are large, smooth and masculine with rough nails.

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[b]LOWER BODY:[/b]

Bulging tree-trunk legs which are strong and slightly hairy, feet are large, smooth, masculine, without callous, reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Flat, muscular butt and narrow hips.

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[b]OUTFIT:[/b]

Blue gi with a cloth belt, shirt and pants. The top is far too baggy. Shiny gray heels with a metal heel.

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[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b]

Dates and has dated exclusively women. Loves drilling a nice wet pussy. Loves making women scream in ecstasy. Likes large tits and big butts (and he cannot lie). Likes seeing women with cum on them (especially if it's his). Enjoys a bit of hair down there and has a preference for long blonde hair up top. Loves cunnilingus and anal. Likes being the boss and having women call him 'Daddy'.

[b]PERSONALITY:[/b]

Somewhat driven and quick-witted. A bit of a hothead that's slow with his decision making. Somewhat provacative and foolhardy. Not overtly afraid of anybody or anything. Has very fast muscle memory and advanced general motor skills. A somewhat talkative introvert lacking a bit in confidence.

[b]KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:[/b]

Jiu Jitsu expert. Knows multiple fighting techniques other than Jiu Jitsu. Martial weapons expert. Very knowlegable about the human body inclduing fitness and diet (though he couldn't cook to save his life). Learned french exclusively for the ladies. Expert at walking in high heels.