I don't even know why I'm here. Oh wait, yes I do. Money.
There was a fighter, it was said, that no one wanted to face.. A guy in an alley told me if I agreed to a fight with whoever you were, I would get one million dollars.
Well.. I got my one million.. So here I am. I was a little thing. A sexy rabbit fur, 5'1 and slim, yet with great breasts and ass. I couldn't fight for my life, but these fights are scripted, right?
Well I was never supplied with a script. And when I got into the ring, the fans remarks of "What are you doing in there? Get out while you still can!" Made me feel less and less like this was scripted. I gulped and looked at the ramp, waiting, as my perfect white fur glistened in the spotlight
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