Cage Fighter! (Furry, No Futa, M/M, Violence, Humiliation)

Well, I had some requests that I go ahead and post some of my non-futa stuff, since I guess folks like my writing ^.^ So this is one of my more popular one-shots from back in the day. Of course, there's always a chance I'll come back to it someday...

The crowd cheered. A single, wordless roar of pleasure. There was fresh blood on the mat, and medics were crawling into the ring to drag a limp, shapely vixen to the waiting stretcher. She convulsed suddenly, coughing up some more blood. She was alive, then. The wolf standing victorious in the ring smirked, and called to her as the cheers died. "Don't worry, babe, I'll make sure your face is fixed up again. I look after my own." Calls hailed from the audience, calls of admiration and suggestions about what to do with her later. The wolf turned, black fur glittering with sweat under the hard lights casting the ring aglow. He spread his arms, toned muscles rippling under his fur down his back and chest as he embraced the audience in his wide-open arms. Only a pair of worn jeans clung to his powerful form.

"And that closes the semi-finals!" A rat appeared beside him bellowing into a microphone and smiling to the crowd. "Another devastating display of raw power from the champ! Absolutely amazing." He turned to the wolf. "What do you think, Bear? Are you ready for the final round?" The rat offered his mic.

Bear smirked, and brushed a paw down his side, getting a smattering of blood on his fingers. "I get clawed up worse breaking in the new girls. This is nothing." He licked the crimson from his fingers. "Bring on the final challenger." The crowd's laughter swelled into a roar of approval.

"You heard him, folks! Bring out the final contender!" Spotlights swung to one corner of the nightclub-turned-killing floor, and boos rose as a curtain parted to reveal a figure hidden in a baggy jacket, the hood drawn low over the face. "Only one man stands to challenge the champion for the rights to the bodies and lives of tonight's combatants. We all had a good laugh when this mysterious man stepped into the ring under the name 'Bear Hunter,' but he's fought through three rounds of elimination and proven himself worthy of testing that name against the champion himself. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the final challenger: Bear Hunter!" Jeers and boos surged on all sides as the mysterious figure climbed into the ring. His pants were loose and light, his jacket baggy and his hood so low it was a wonder he could see to fight, but he could not hide the powerful muscles under that fabric. The hooded man simply stood in his corner, regarding the wolf in silence. "As always, the final match will be a locked cage match. No refs, no medics, nobody to get in the way. The three round system will be encouraged... but not enforced." The rat smirked as he slid out of the ring while four heavy sets of steel bars lowered. Techs pulled the corners into place, and fat padlocks joined the walls to the corner