The tone of the crowd was wrong, they were not cheering for the victor, they were cheering for the beastman to go on.<br/><br/>Sonim used the lock he has on you to grab you in front of your clothes and with one fluent rip he tears apart your leather shirt at the seams, baring your chest to the audience. Your other arm is still locked behind you as Sonim begins to laugh.<br/><br/>"Did you really think this was over. The fun only begins now." he chuckles as the crowd goes wild. He tosses away the parts of your shirt he ripped away and grabs the waist of your trousers.<br/><br/>(OOC: Poetic freedom, there's no rules for this)