After telling Simba his opponent, the vulture chuckled before flying off, which neither Simba, Timon, or Pumba understood.
"What's with this guy?" Simba asked.
"I know, right? You could literally eat this one for dinner!" Timon encouraged. Before Simba continued into the arena, the meerkat stopped him real quick. "Full disclosure: you're not eating anyone here. You're just making an example for everyone, got it?"
"Yes, mom," Simba replied, sarcasm present. He crawled under the vines to the arena and waited in one of the corners, a smug grin decorating his face. Finally, Rachel entered, and Simba was taken aback slightly. His opponent sported broad hips, and she herself was 8 times Simba's size. Not only that, but she had a smug grin that seemed to out-smug Simba. The gazelle noticed Simba's courage waver for a moment, and giggled at that.
"Already losing your nerves, tiny?" Rachel said.
"N-no!" Simba responded, shaking his head. Rachel giggled more.
"Alright-y then..." She turned and tauntingly shook her butt at him. "...You can have the first move~"
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