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Halfway through the first episode the commentators did a recap of the night's events with every excruciating blow slowed down to a crawl so viewers could get a frame-by-frame shot of the opponent's expression along with the ripples of the blow across the fighter's features and any blood or sweat that happened to fly off. They especially focused on the knockout blow to Ross the 'Rooser as they were calling him and they found the exact moment where he conked out, then on the evolution of pain that flashed on Keith's face as his cherries were smashed to a pulp in one fell swing and the unconscious smirk on the black bear's face as he walked from the arena.Most never listened to the commentary during the fights as they alternated between a soft analytical voice and near hysterics when a major blow landed and cut to replays on a large portion of the screen while the fight continued in the bottom corner, but everyone liked when they broke down each fight and the potential strengths and weaknesses of the fighters going forward.

Cole, for example, seemed to have great grappling skills but how would that work against someone much stronger and heavier than him, especially considering Hunter the bear was his next opponent. Hunter was passive but it was clear he had anger issues which could make him unpredictable but also vulnerable, which was just the same as Cole's reckless aggression. Now that both fighters were in the next bracket, the betting was already underway, Hunter having a much higher ratio after his swift and harsh victory, while Cole had trouble with his opponent. It was ironic since Keith actually was the favored to win in that last match because of his speed, and they were spot on. Keith had victory in his paws and could've crushed Hunter's nuts quite easily if he just didn't gloat.

They transitioned to ringside, where twenty-eight fighters still stood in a circle, watching as there were likely only two more fights in this episode, paying attention to fighting styles they may encounter as they progressed through the ranks. The randomizer on the Jumbotron settled on Angel Lowe a stocky Bighorn Ram built like a brick shithouse. His fur was dark brown with a white rump and a white nose and sturdy curved horns that curled out and to the side of his face, coated in gold foil, so they reflected the stadium's light as they fell on him. He grinned, revealing a few gold crowns as well. He had a huge barrel chest but small legs that ended in tough hooves also wrapped in gold foil. He charged into the arena, diving between the ropes, bleating and beating his chest like a gorilla.

He eyes his opponent as he stepped into the ring, Rocco Riossi. The boar was bigger and wider than the ram by a considerable margin, looking more like a sumo wrestler than a fighter, but then this competition brought out all types. His gut hung way over his hips, obscuring his genitalia completely, but his pectorals and arms seemed well-defined. He had a large head and a massive snout with almost abnormally large tusks jutting up from his bottom jaw, they seemed to be sharpened, the points looking to do some damage to some unfortunate fighter's unmentionables...if he could ever reach them.

The red panda ref showed off both fighters to give time for betting, the two were surprisingly even in the odds. When the evaluations were coming out, both these fighters were slated to go far in the competition, semi-final material at least, but now one of them is going to be eliminated and those running the bets were having a hard time determining who had the advantage, but Rocco seemed to be given the advantage here given his bulk made ball-busting a harder strategy for the ram who had shorter legs. The two convened in the middle of the ring, shook paws and the ref backed up before shouting "BEGIN!"

"BEGIN!" He shouted again after neither fighter made a move to attack the other for a good minute. The two fighters were sizing each other up, almost literally, as Rocco stood at least a head taller than the ram and his fighting strategy needed to adapt. The boar on the other hand just seemed to be a defensive fighter, waiting for his opponent to make a move, but it was clear Angel wanted no part of that. After a while Rocco seemed to get impatient and slowly ambled towards his opponent, making the ram back up, still unsure of how to proceed. All his muscle was compact, any blow he landed would surely hurt, but Rocco's pudge would let him absorb it long enough to counterattack which could be rather dangerous.

Angel was side stepping to the corner, a place any sane fighter would want to avoid like the plague, but he nimbly climbed up the ropes to stand balanced at the top. Rocco paused, trying to think how this changed anything. He shrugged and charged, both arms out to attempt to catch the shortstack and slam him into the ground, but Angel was ready. He hopped over the boar and slammed both hooves into the back of the heavy fighter's head causing him to grunt and collapse against the corner, arms hooked over the ropes. The ram looked to the ref, who had quickly jumped outside the ring to see. He shook his head, Rocco was still conscious, just dazed.

The massive boar started to pull himself to his feet and Angel knew he had to finish this now or else it would be a long dragged out fight. Luckily, with the boar slumped over like this, it gave him the perfect shot he couldn't resist. He turned around so his back was facing his opponent, knelt down on all fours and slammed his gold-foiled hoof as hard as he could straight back into Rocco's crotch. The boar gave a long, ear-splitting porcine squeal as his right nut was crushed to a pulp against his pelvis as he collapsed again, this time curling right over. He looked to the ref and waved a hand frantically in the air, giving the sign of surrender. The ref had to dash between the two fighters to stop the match because the ram didn't see this and had been lining up the final blow.

The ref declared Angel the winner as a few stage hands were getting ready to help Rocco to the med bay after the ram had his free use of his opponent. Angel took one look and decided he wanted no part of that, waving his arm dismissively, letting the aides do their job. The crowd seemed disappointed, but respected the decision. Angel seemed to be a fighter who would do what he needed, but had his own sense of honor. The boar escaped the fight with only one nut missing so he would be placed into the loser's bracket, where he'll be facing "Ross the 'Roo'ser." The fights were lined up to happen next week to coincide with the next part of the main bracket, but betting was already underway, the initial odds were in the Kangaroo's favor considering he still had both his balls.

Being a quick and somewhat uneventful fight, the arena staff quickly cleaned up the arena as the commentators talked as they weren't going to commercial break between the matches. The Jumbotron was already in the process of randomly selecting the fighters. First up was Julien Blackburn, who got a lot of cheers and catcalls as the hermaphroditic fox stepped into the ring. Herms were a hot topic of contention in Jewel Duel, spectators didn't mind watching men castrate each other but they were sensitive to the concept of beating on a feminine figure, but they had nuts to be busted so they were, by definition, allowed. The company usually included one for drama and controversy to boost ratings, but this season there were three.

The fox herm had dark maroon fur with a black muzzle, black tipped ears, a black stripe down her back and tail and black forearms and shins. She had bleached blonde hair that had black and red tips that flowed past her shoulders. She had a white diamond between her cleavage, perky C cups and a white patch above her fuzzy sheath, right above her red kiwi-sized balls. Julien was mid-sized and lithe, her golden eyes seemed to say she was all business. The crowd let out a collective "ooooh" as her opponent was chosen.

Tobias Stone was one of the few fighters in this tournament who had a reputation. He'd been around the gang scene for a little while as the muscle of a gang boss before they all got busted, but because of the nature of how he handled his job the law didn't actually have any solid evidence on him other than his connection to the gang. By all accounts, he didn't do anything that was actually illegal, no theft, no murder, no assault or drugs. Worst they could get to stick were some counts of trespassing. Yet, despite all this, he had a reputation of being a cold, hard fighter, even writing a memoir of his life and explaining he entered Jewel Duel to prove it.

Tobias was a reindeer, and if one counted his antlers he'd be the tallest fighter in the tournament. They were sharp and jagged and quite heavy, and while space had no seasons, it was like he was an alpha in the peak of winter. He had brown fur all over, with a darker coloration on his shoulders and hips, both of which were quite shaggy. He had a small brown cowlick between his antlers and a white underbelly down to his fuzzy orange-sized nutsack. He his frame made it obvious he worked out, but he wasn't as muscular as a lot of the others around the ring- but one of his advantages was that he had some good reach, his limbs were all quite lanky.

As they were paraded around the arena, it was clear Tobias was checking out his opponent's frame, licking his lips, while she was completely ignoring him. When they shook paws, Tobias held her paw a lot longer than usual, staring down hungrily, Julien still didn't react. The ref had to come in and separate the two before he could start the match, bringing his arms down, "BEGIN!"

Julien and Tobias dropped into their fighting stances as they circled each other. "It's such a shame it turned out this way, I would've enjoyed having some fun with you before we fought for real." He started off with a right roundhouse to the head, which she deflected by bringing her wrists up to redirect it over her head. Nonplussed, the reindeer went for a few more testing strikes to the body, but the vulpine herm kept her arms close and absorbed the blows without a word. "What's the matter? Can't win if you don't fight."

Tobias was fully on the offensive, hardly giving the vixen space, assaulting every inch he could reach, throwing heavy blows at Julien's head, abdomen and sides. Julien, for her part, seemed to hardly be moving as he advanced on her, but to her credit she hadn't let a strike get past her defense. Every motion was minimal, slight adjustments in stance to cover a vulnerable area or a deft movement to be just out of reach. Still, Tobias advanced, trying to push her to a corner but every time she sidestepped just so to keep him at bay, still not having thrown a punch. "I get it, you realize you don't have a place here. Just surrender, let me fuck you raw like a whore. I'll make you scream in front of the entire galaxy and we'll go get dinner. You'll be my trophy bitch as I rise through the ranks."

The crowd was getting rowdy, they wanted to see a fight and this was starting to look like a slaughter as the reindeer seemed intent on wearing down the lithe vixen, this fight seemed like a foregone conclusion and they were just waiting for a decisive blow. What they didn't see was that Tobias was looking just a little bit winded and his strikes were just a bit less crisp, a little more frustrated at Julien's resistance that he changed tactics. He dashed close in trying to get past her guard for an unblockable knee, but that was when she also moved in, trapping his knee against their bodies, halting his momentum. The crowd could hardly see what happened next, but she dropped her elbow hard onto his knee, making him yelp and hop back, massaging the injured limb, which is when she darted in for a quick series of surgical strikes to temple before finishing with a knee to his jaw, making him stumble back.

Julien took a few deep breaths in the middle of the arena as her opponent, and the crowd, recovered. The crowd had a newfound respect for the fox, but the reindeer had murder in his eyes. "You fucking bitch!" He exclaimed as he charged, antlers down, at his opponent. She sidestepped, ducking and aiming a kick at his stomach, but she didn't see his arm swinging wide in a haymaker that barreled into her, knocking her off her feet to slam into the arena floor. Tobias turned on a dime to to pin her but she rolled away. True to his aggressive nature though, he followed through, securing a solid kick, his hoof connecting with her sternum. The force bowling her head over heels and knocking the wind out of her.

Julien got to her feet only to find herself wrapped in a tight bearhug from behind, the beefier male lifting her off the ground as he squeezed hard, making her cry out. Tobias chuckled, sensing his victory, "This is where you were always going to end up, a little girl playing at being someone important. My dick is gonna tear you apart on this galactic stage, gonna knock you up, maybe get some worthless herm pups who'll grow up addicted to my cock. Then I'll sell the little whores to a brothel, where they'll never be as satisfied as when they were bouncing on daddy's massive fuckstick. But they, unlike you, will know their place and be happy with their lot, knowing they deserve no better." He accentuated his words with a few thrusts of his hips, his equine prick getting engorged with blood as he lay out his plan.

She could feel his dick growing beneath her, rubbing her folds before pressing against her sack. The vixen cried out as he squeezed ever harder, attempting to crush any resistance and make her surrender, but she wasn't done yet. She snorted, as if laughing at him, which shut the reindeer up real quick, the anger in his eyes apparent even though she couldn't see as he leaned his muzzle towards her ear. "What was what, bitch? Something funny?" He didn't get a response. Instead she slammed her head into his chin, clapped her paws together and thrust them forward while slamming her hips backward. The surprise had him bend over and loosen his grip just a bit, but it was enough. She slammed her elbows back into his stomach. His grip was loosened enough to allow her to duck out of his reach.

Quickly Julien grabbed one of his large paws, twisting the wrist and forcing him to bend over further before landing a knee right over his heart before sweeping his hooves out from under him before he even knew what was happening. The lithe fox didn't give him time to figure it out, either as she stood on his wrists, pinning them down before hooking her arms around his hooves and hoisting him up so he was bent over like the letter "C", his engorged prick dangling down and aiming at his muzzle while his hefty nutsack was eye level with the vixen. There was a split second where Tobias had enough clarity to see what was about to happen, but it was too late. Julien chomped down around his meaty orbs, repositioned her foot to his abdomen and kicked so his hips fell to the matt, tearing his sack and separating his testicles from his pelvis.

Tobias screamed loud and long as he was unmanned in an instant, trying to curl into a ball but the vixen wouldn't let him. One foot went to his chest while the other went to his rapidly-deflating prick, pinning it to the ground as she took the still-intact nuts from her mouth as she bent down. She looked him right in his wild eyes as she forced his mouth open and deposited her prize. He struggled with everything he had, which, considering the amount of pain he was in, didn't amount to much as she held his mouth shut with both paws and covered his nostrils, eventually forcing him to swallow his own manhood before walking away. She wouldn't even let the ref properly declare her victory, just walked off the the ring and straight backstage, not giving anyone a glance as the crowd went wild.

It took the crowd a while to settle down, but today's show was over with an absolute perfect end to the evening, the hardcore bouncer being taken down in the most brutal way by someone he was belittling. The aides took him off on a stretcher, making him lay flat as he was frantically trying to force his digits down his throat to puke up his gonads, praying they might be able to be reattached if he got them early enough. The commentators and analysts went over the last two matches as the arena was cleaned, again zooming in and playing both Rocco's and Tobias' exquisite pain frame by frame and postulating about how the next round between Julien and Angel the Ram would go before thanking their sponsors and bidding the galaxy good night. The fighters all filed out backstage before the crowd was allowed to leave the area so there was no interference. The lights shut off and the doors locked, getting ready for another exciting series of matches tomorrow night.