The cameras flashed, the crowd cheered and jeered across the arena. The small dome made for this specific purpose, famous fights and good-looking matches. Tonight was a special night, a newcomer was given the chance at stardom, after taking down the rest of the girl dominated league, they were given the chance to go up against the champion.

Music blared as you came down your side of the aisle, there was some reaction, you had a fanbase, no matter how small. You hopped into your corner, and then the lights dimmed. A spotlight landed on the other half. This was the champion after all. Though, in the back of your mind, you knew she had that title through influence, her skills left things to be desired.

Zeb Ara was more famous as a model than a boxer, but she still stood tall as she sauntered down the aisle. Her hips jutted out as she leaned back, trying to make her slightly toned midriff, with light muscle tone on her arms more obvious. She wore a velvet ribbon bra, made of what once was a corset and remaining strapless. Her trunks were white and red, a basic design with 'BEAUTY' on her waistband written in black.

Zeb blows kisses to the crowd, working them as they cheer fifty times louder than they did for you. it was obvious who owned their hearts, but it didn't matter a whole lot. You knew you could win, but even in a loss Zeb was written as the gorgeous damsel, a fighter that "just barely lost", even if she landed no punches.

She slid through the ropes, her eyes locking onto your face as she leaned forward, giving you a full view of her, admittedly, fantastic chest. She chuckled and rolled his eyes, making a flourish with her mane hair.

"Think you'll be the first to handle all this, darlin'~?"

Her voice is sultry, with a soft accent you can't quite place. Her emerald green eyes pierce yours before she steps back and leans on the ropes, continuing to work the crowd as her intro music finishes up, and the ref brings you both face to face.

(Give a short desc of your characters species and fur.)