POW: Max vs Luna (complete)

Max was over by a punching bag doing a few sets of rapid punches, trying to improve his brawler-type strengths. He was well aware that he was in Girl's territory and that only made his blood pump harder. He had been itching for a fight since his first taste of the violence that Sex Wars provided. He wanted more, much more.

((POW Match))

Luna snuck up behind him and tapped his shoulder. "I thought men were not allowed in this gym?" she asked a little confused on why he is there. "I may have to ask you to leave"

Max merely chuckled. "You must be new here. Men can be here all they want...we just have to wear whatever ridiculous outfit you girls pick out for us during a match here."

She thought for a second. "Like a tutu?" she giggled and spotted a ref. "Hey you." she said to the ref. "Come over here"

Max blushed a little at that. He couldn't imagine himself in a tutu. This girl wanted a match, but he wasn't sure what kind. As the ref ran over, he asked Luna what she wanted.

She told the ref that she wanted to face Max but spared him the dignity and decided he should fight in shorts.

Max sighed at this. "Say...why don't we make this interesting....why don't we make this a Prisoner of War match," he said with an crazed grin.

"Prisoner of War?" she asked a little confused.

(I know what it is. Just in charecter)

((I know, I'm well aware you'd know if you agreed to it))

"Yes," explained Max, "You and I have a match where the loser is whoever ends up with either a collar and chain on their neck...or is hogtied in handcuffs. Basically the loser is the winner's," he licked his lips, "spoils for the night."

She laughed. "Well I guess we could have a male in our dorm tonight. Maybe we can dress you as a girl when we release you"