Goliath Hunts The Titan - Eclaire vs Ionel

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Exposed abs required for attire
Victory by submission or knockout

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The lights dimmed and horns blared over the PA systems, thumping tribal drums and ominous strings. Silhouetted figures appeared on the titantron; mountains of muscle illuminated as shadows but a shape just as dark and terrible stormed towards them. Blurred and frenzied snapshots matched the rising crescendo of a film score; an enormous figure, a giantess, arms and body itself bowling over the briefly-coloured women in sudden bursts of explosive physicality. Flashes of arms raised in triumph, muscled like the trunks of trees and blonde hair almost radiant in the glare of effects but the shots snapped and cut too abruptly to determine the specifics of her features.

As the video faded, the lights centred around a draped object, tall and rectangular, sitting in the middle of the ring. The black curtain over it was gingerly pulled by a group of referreed, flinching back as metal rattled and the object shuddered, thumped, nearly toppling over if not for the long prods that jabbed at it, keeping it balanced and whatever lurked within at bay. Yet it rattled and shuddered, metal audibly bending and groaning. Wasting little time, the group yanked at the cape just as whatever locks held the beast at bay finally broke.

Chains shattered and hinges broke. As the last staffer exited the ring, the door burst off of its hinges and a titan broke free. Her hair was messy, draping over her features as she emerged from her prison. Chains clinked, binding together arms and squeezing her core but hints of pearly whites could be seen behind her bangs.

With monstrous effort, her arms raised, widening and widening as metal bonds creaked and cracked in protest. A row of muscles like the armor of ancient warriors pulsed beneath constricting metal. Cast iron clenched but the strength and will of flesh denied cold steel perfection. Her arms widened, her stomach exposed, the light revealing her bold features as chains shattered, spilling around her in a shimmering hail. A woman stood there, nearly seven foot in height but with muscles that swelled with a raw, bumpy strength; a colossus of raw sensuality that by so much as standing was a threat to all.

Mighty arms wrapped around what had once been her prison and with a loud grunt, the cage flew over the ropes and slammed onto the ground, skidding before stopping at the based of the ramp. Staffers scrambled as it slid as if fearful it would savage them like a beast, grabbing and hauling it away as the crowd went wild. Brooms gingerly swept over the ring, sweeping away metal fragments as the leopard pattern bikini of Ionel struggled against her might. She had said not a single word.

What need had there been? Her arrogant strut around the ring, that fiery glare crazed yet in control, and that grin not of a woman celebrating but an apex carnivore expecting its next meal. Her actions had roared so loud it drowned out anything a boast or speech could have made.

One question hung on everyone's minds:

Could the beast be tamed?