You had to take another deal. You had to make $500 again, and, though you didn't want to go back there, you had no choice. You were dressed up like you were before, except now your mask was re-sewn in such a way that it looks like you have a black eye. It was meant to be a permanent reminder of your previous defeat. As you approached, male and female audience members alike blew lewd whistles at you, a few making thrusting motions towards you, to your embarrassment. But the one that made you the most uncomfortable was the dragoness standing in the arena, looking at you with a sultry look.
You climbed into the arena, begrudgingly, hoping the dragoness would just leave you alone. When you got to your corner, she grinned at you, brandishing a lewd grin. She then put her microphone up to her mouth.
"Ladies and gentlemen! You wanted your favorite cowboy back. Well here he is! In this corner, we have our favorite little loser! Roy!" she announced. You heard the crowd boo, and you heard some of them cheer to see you squashed and squeezed by whoever would fight you next. "And in this corner..." You looked towards the other corner, and saw...
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