Arena funtime 2

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An Ushi Oni quickly skitters into the area; a look of boundless lust and desire is painted across her face. She breaths heavily as her eyes lock onto me.
I take a step back to increase the distance between us, but she takes a step forward in turn.

This doesn't look good... What can I do in this situation? There's always THAT, but to use it this early would be a really stupid idea only a protag from a Chinese cartoon would do.
Guess I'll just have to do what I always do. I pull my shoe off of my foot, and lob it towards the Ushi Oni with as much power as I can muster. It slams into her face, and stays there.
The demonic cow-spider just stands in place, not even moving an inch.

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A familiar noise akin to a sniffle is made. Don't tell me...
The shoe on her face fall off, revealing the twin rivers of tears flowing down her face and a red imprint of the bottom of my shoe. "Y-you're mean!" The Ushi Oni proclaims before falling to her knees, or whatever they are, and begins crying loudly.
"Are you kidding me?" I think aloud to myself.

"It seems that Eve is unable to fight, making Joe the winner! This is a real scoop, I tell ya!" The announcer announces once more, before leaving his microphone and entering an old phone booth that was in the same room. The majority of the audience boos at me while throwing food. It seems they were expecting me to lose...
I walk back the way I came, leaving the crying girl to sob by herself, and take a seat in the same spot I was in earlier. Almost immediately, a group of men surround me.
"Amazing, you actually won?" A pretty boy says while sparkling like a fairy.
"I knew you were a fag." The lumberjack-ish man from earlier insults me once more.
The fat guy from earlier merely grunts loudly while dry humping his waifu pillow.

A man with spiky hair sits down next to me, "So how does it feel knowing you beat a tough as hell monster?"

"Pretty bad, to be honest." I answer him while hanging my head.
The nearby TV suddenly suddenly catches our attention as the announcer appears on screen, "In the last round, people thought the guy would be raped and humiliated in front of everyone. Guess the shoe's on the other foot, eh? Now let's go to Janet, with the audience's thoughts on the last match."
The TV cuts from a stereotypical 1920s reporter, to a Cowgirl in a suit and tie that begins asking various people in the audience about what they thought.
"That was awful." An Alp with green hair crosses its arms and shakes its head in disapproval.
"I wanted to see more nut busting, not watching a grown man make a girl cry because he's insecure." A nerdy looking guy with glasses speaks his thoughts, while adjusting his glasses with his middle finger.
"I should have brought more snacks..." A familiar looking Wurm rubs her belly while frowning with apple pie bits covering her mouth.
"..." Clara stares into the camera with a look of fright, before slowly withdrawing her arms and head into her sweater. God damn it, Clara...
"I-I'm not sitting in a kid's seat because I want to!" A petite Wyvern in a dress yells out with an embarrassed look on her blushing face.
"..." A familiar looking Jinko cub waves at the camera.

Ugh. I plant my face into my palm and audibly grunt.

"Damn, that Ryu was fine. I wouldn't mind fucking her without calling back, if you know what I mean." The lumberjack elbows me while moving his eyebrows up and down.
I turn towards him, and punch him square in the face. He falls over onto the floor from the blow, and doesn't get back up.

"Would Robert Hands enter the arena for round four." The intercom beckons for the next contestant. The pretty boy stand up and walks towards the door with the grace of an eagle, and the glittering skin of a gay vampire.
"For round four, we have Robert Hands VS Gina the Lamia!" The announcer shouts out as a Lamia appears on the TV screen. We all sit and watch the resulting love making, as the guy gives up and engages in extremely vanilla sex with her. They hold hands and embrace eachother in a sensual and loving manner, much to the audience's dismay.
After two hours, they finally finish and leave the arena after making a fairly large pool of sexual fluids.

"Man, that was pretty freaky." The little boy from earlier speaks up from beside me.
I turn towards him and cock an eyebrow, "When did you get back?"
"After I got that Centaur's number~" He cracks a smile while brandishing a piece of paper with a phone number on it.