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Bringing his knuckles together and cracking them with a series of loud pops, Deon simultaneously rolled his shoulders, releasing the tension in the muscles there. He kept himself busy while his last competitor was being collected by walking over to the far edge of the cage where a small group of women were located. Thin arms grasped through the metal bars, fingers outstretching to touch him. Their pretty faces pressed as close against the cool, bloodied metal as possible with tears streaming down their eyes in utter anticipation as he came closer and closer. Finally, he made a small effort by lifting up his hand, gracing outstretched fingers with a simple touch of his own. The hand shuddered. There was a small scream of unbelief and then the hand withdrew, the owner of which falling back into the crowd in an unconscious heap though those she fell back into simply laid her down on the floor and then closed the gap back up, uncaring for the females condition.

There were more hands, however, and more women. Deon took a particular interest in a woman in a red dress. Blonde, top-heavy in proportion, and with a rather mischievous look on her face. She wore a bit too much makeup for his personal liking, likely a teenager making an attempt to look older but really, he could care less.

"Wassup baby? You enjoying the fights?" Deon asked, propping himself up against the side of the cage and folded his arms across his bare, sweaty chest. Other female arms began to snake through, touching him, groping him, caressing him as one would to a lover, all along his arms, around to his chest - his legs... anywhere they could reach but Deon didn't even seem to notice as his full attention was on the woman in the red dress.

"You certainly are one hell of a fighter, Darth. And thanks to you, you just made me a bit richer tonight." the female responded with a soft, airy giggle as she extended out her own hand to run down his chest, causing Deon's arms to unfold and return to his sides.

"Yeah? Well that ain't all I can make you tonight." came Deon's snarky comment, his eyes on her hand as she began to trace the corded muscles of his abdomen.

The blonde in the red dress seemed to mull over the proposition, letting her painted nails slowly trace down the muscles of his chest before abruptly halting at his pant-line.

"Why don't you... take a little break... and come out of that cage?" she asked in a low, husky voice whilst keeping her eyes intent on him. "We can... discuss it..."

Deon's answer came with a smirk and pulled himself away from the multitude of women's touches. He did as he was told and exited the cage, circling around it to find the woman again and placing his hand on the small of her back, led her over to the bar.

"You're a definite showman, Darth. I'll give you that." the woman complimented, linking her arm in his. "Tell me... have you ever been beaten?" The woman in the red dress then gave his chest a gentle push, forcing him down onto one of the bar stools where she promptly sat sideways on his lap, linking one arm around his neck for support and tapped her fingers on the counter with her other hand to signal the bartender for some drinks. Looking up at the woman with dark, lustful eyes, Deon shook his sweaty head, absentmindedly flexing his neck muscles where her arm was draped around him as she got comfortable.

“No ma’am, you’re looking at an undefeated champ.” he snarked, picking up the bottle of vodka that had been brought before them and took a drink straight from the bottle. His answer seemed to please the woman in the red dress as it appeared she was done talking. Her free hand once more went to roam his chest, tracing his the defined contours and let her painted lips get to work by nibbling on his neck and ear while Deon pumped his bloodstream with alcohol.

God he loved going to work.