<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br/>Anya hadn't watched much of the day's earlier fight.  It was no doubt serious, brutal, probably kept the crowd on the edge of their seat, ect.  This is where Anya came in.  For the men at least, she was the relief.  After having scene something so serious they would likely enjoy seeing her strut around and dance for them (while the women in the audience usually heckled her!)  And it was just this heckling that had given rise to a new phenomena.  The Arena manages, not wanting to lose their woman audience, decided to pull a fast one on Any recently...and quite frequently.  They'd send her out, tell her to entertain the men...and then send out something for her to "Fight"...or more like "get ravished/destroyed/humiliated" by.  The women of course loved this, to see this slutty bimbo that was enticing their men so much to get her retribution, and the men of course...liked it too!<br/><br/>Currently the platinum blonde strolled out into the arena dressed for a strip club more than a battle in her red, flowing, ruffled lingerie, her 7 1/2" platform pumps and her red feathered boa.  First she strutted about the perimeter, enjoying the calls of the men and ignoring those of the women and relying on the security to intercept anything thrown at her!  Then Anya strutted to the center of the arena and began to dance seductively to the music that was being pumped into the place.  Her long, slender legs spread apart and bent at the knee as she began to sway her hips about, her hands rubbing her own breasts for a bit before combing though her platinum hair.  She loved the sound of the crowd, half of them thinking this is the greatest thing ever and the other half...well, not so much!