You couldn't believe what you had just witnessed that poor girl had been beaten within an inch of her life and now those two freakwomen are dragging her off to do heaven-knows-what! You have to get out of here, you absolutely have to. You try to turn back but you only manage to push past the other kid wrestlers before reaching the stands, full of much larger, much scarier furries that would not abide your attempts to escape. You shrink backwards and shuffle back into the crowd. You attempt to blend in, but your attempt to struggle out had drawn the guard's attention.
One of them, a fat rhino, grabs you by the shoulder, "You. You look like you're getting restless. How about you head out next? I'll bump you up to the front of the line, I'm just that kinda guy!"
His breath is rancid enough to singe your eyebrows off, and his laugh is enough to nearly make you wet yourself. You're shoved forward towards the ring and as the stage lights focus in on you, the announcer bellows out your introduction.
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