Las Venus, Nevada, 8:33 PM

The nightlife of Las Venus was filled with a few things, drinking, gambling, and in some specific places, fighting.

You found yourself walking into a nightclub with a ring installed, hoping to partake in two of the three usual activities. As you wander in, you'll spot a few groups of people all around the bar and ring, usually friends of people on a date enjoying their time out together. As you scan the area, though, you spot one group in particular. A yellow-furred rabbit is being nudged towards the ring, and from his topless appearance and musculature, he seemed to hold himself as a fighter.

A wolf howled a little with laughter, and you started to pick up the conversation proper as you approached the bar.

Wolf: "Come on, Bobbin! You're a good kickboxer! It's in your name!"

The bunny, looking nervous, replies.

Bobbin: "But... it's in public. I barely beat you in sparring, Harry!"

The wolf blows off his hesitance.

Harry: "Bull! You're a good fighter! This is a buncha drunkards. Not like you're facing down a pro."

Finally, the rabbit sighs and nods, approaching the ring and taking a position in the corner. You do take the moment to appraise him. He does look like a solid fighter, being lightly muscled and wearing professionally made kickboxing gear, the gloves are black outside with red insides, and his trunks are a similar schema. You notice some over parts too, like his nervous expression, and the sheen of sweat that makes his abdomen glisten just a little more.

You can't help it, he looks... so cute. You take a moment and look at yourself. You're pretty sure you can fight pretty well tonight, might as well give it a shot, right?

The changing room is nearby, and after giving yourself a once over, and making sure you looked presentably groomed, you got into your own gear and walked out to the ring.

His face drained of confidence and his ears flopped to the sides of his head, you looked bigger, stronger... just better. He felt so much... weaker.

He swallowed some of his nerves, extending a glove.

Bobbin: "E-evening! Uh... n-name's Bobbin... who're you...?"

His eyes glanced up and down over and over, you couldn't fully decipher it, but it looked like a mix of fear and... appreciation.

(Describe yourself and your gear!)