Strawberry's match was a lot less fraught. As they entered the ring she shifted form into a foxtaur, slightly smaller and lighter than the lioness-taur, but wider bodied.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'll stay in one form, and act like I'm a solid person... It wouldn't be fair otherwise." She said.<br/><br/>The lioness-taur clearly wasn't a big talker, and shrugged, but people watching her face would have noticed she looked relieved. The pair circled each other, closed, and grappled. The quadrupedal forms gave them a decided advantage in stability, but reduced their manouvrability.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the fight between the panda and tigeress was heating up.<br/><br/>"I'm Chu Wan Dat, and I ate my parents when I was seven, so lineage don't mean much to me."<br/><br/>She moved in, less headlong than before, and grappled. Larborough responded, locking her paws onto the others shoulders, and the two attempted to drive each other back. Larborough was winning the push-o-war, but the tigeress wasn't making it easy.<br/><br/>She attempted to trip the panda, and almost got thrown for her pains. While recovering, Larborough want for a trip attack of her own, but the tigeress stepped over it, and whipped her tail down to snag the extended foot. The panda almost went over, but manged to withdraw her foot and plant it before Wan Dat could capitalise on her advantage.<br/><br/>The two broke, circling, and the tigeress exclaimed, "You're not easy meat, but that'll just make you all the sweeter when I bite your head off."<br/><br/>"Better watch that mouth, it's writin' checks yer stomach can't cash!" Larbourough replied.<br/><br/>The tigeress dived forward, and managed to hug the panda tight, binding her arms to her sides. "Let's see what you taste like..." Chu's head rested almost on Larborough's shoulder, so she stuck her tongue out, and gave a slurp up the side of the panda's face. "Mmmm... Tasty!"<br/><br/>If she'd hoped to make the panda flinch or lose balance, she was dissapointed. Larborough just shook her head, spraying off the drops of spittle, and responded, "That's the only taste you're going to get..."<br/><br/>She heaved, and pushed her arms in and up in praying gesture, forcing the grapple apart. Then even as the tigeress was pushed back, the panda dived in and grappled her body, leaving the tigeress' arms free. "It's time to end this... Bear Hug!"<br/><br/>The tigeress gasped as the grapple went in, astounded at the strength behind it. She brought her arms up, reaching over the tops of Larborough's to try and lever them off. She might as well have been trying to remove steel girders. She even extended her claws into the restraining arms, risking disqualification if she broke the skin, but the panda seemed indifferent, no she was straining...<br/><br/>"Hoi, to! Hoi, to!" With each phrase, Larbourough shuffled forward a half pace, one foot and then the other. THe tigeress dug her footclaws in, but just left furrows in the ground. She seemed as inexorable as continental drift, even when the tigeress, in a desperation move, shifted one paw to Larborough's chest and gave one breast a wrenching squeeze, claws and all. The ref called a warning, another would disqualify her.<br/><br/>Something else was happening. As Larborough approached the edge, her stomach was shrinking, and buttocks were clenching, no she was sucking in that gut, compressing it further with each step. Her abdominal muscles had to be equivalent to a trash compactor. THe tigeress' tail was lashing furiously, and her teeth were snapping at the panda's head that rested almost companionably on her shoulder, but neither had any effect.<br/><br/>"Finishing technique..." Larborough whispered, then called out in a strained voice. "Ballistic Belly Buster Booster Cannon... Skidoosh!"<br/><br/>Evan as she released her arms, there was a whipcrack as a hundred pounds of fat and muscle, mostly the latter, expanded back to it's normal position in a fraction of a second. It covered only six inches, but like Bruce Lee's One Inch punch, it focussed a lot of energy into that short movement. Said energy was transferred almost completely into the body of the tigeress, flinging her out of the ring, and smacking her into the barrier in front of the spectators, which crunched.<br/><br/>The remaining energy caused ripples in Larborough's flesh, but she just took a step back, then bowed to her opponent and moved across to where her hat lay.