Both participants fought hard in this battle of strength...an all out brawl between a swift wolf and a powerful dragon, but this match may just surprise everyone involved.

The winner of this match was very close...Votes were super close honestly. Unfortunately some were unable to be counted in the final tally due to the rules. Remember everyone, you must be watching this account to have your vote qualify.

The winner of this match is  Torrle

Give it a read and stay tuned for Match 6!

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Match 5: Torrle vs Wiki (Part two/conclusion)


Torrle's grip over Wiki's ankle was locked in pretty tight, He wasn't about to let go when victory was within his grasp! "Go on and tap out!"


"N-Never!!" The dragon growled and hissed between his teeth as he willed his body to move, dragging the Timberwolf across the ring as with great effort, he reached one of the ropes that lined up the ring and drapped his arm over it. He immediately felt relief when Torrle let go of his ankle and stepped aside.


Catching his breath, Wiki pulled himself up, clutching the rope as he did so but didn't have too much of a reprieve, as he saw a white furred paw reaching for one of his horns. His first instinct was to jerk back, after all...their size and strength differences should make this rather easy for the dragon to turn it around...Or should have...until he noticed something strange going on with Torrle's body.

The timberwolf was actually growing in height...and his muscles were growing as if to match Wiki's own strength. The wolf's muzzle flashing a toothy grin as he suddenly towered a bit over Wiki's height. "It must be a full moon out tonight. Who knew this tournament would go on to nightfall!"

Wiki was confused for a moment, but he didn't have much time to think about it, as the large paw that had his horn firmly grasped, lifted him up above, and threw him into one of the ring posts! It knocked the wind right out of Wiki who was just recovering from that ankle hold! He drew himself up and turned around to quickly tackle into the grown wolf's body, only for his foe to do the same! Both had their hands outstretched, gripping one another's as they both attempted to overpower the other, crowd cheering at the display of raw power from both competitors.


The struggle of power between the two was short lived however, when Torrle's leg shifted ever so slightly and he used some of Wiki's own momentum to drive the dragon's horns right into the mat, locking him in place in a rather embarassing situation!

Torrle took a quick glance at the situation and knew that his opponent's horns were locked into place. Not the best thing to happen in the middle of a brawl...but he could work with it. He'd wrap his handpaws around Wiki's legs and suddenly began stuffing those feet right into his maw.

Wiki's frustration at being stuck in the ring definitely didn't do anything for his confidence right now. He tried to pull free only to feel a warm wetness around his legs. He couldn't even turn his head to see what was happening but when his feet were tugged downward into a rather tight...wet embrace he knew what was happening. "H-hold it now!"

Torrle wasn't paying attention. He didn't NEED to. He simply continued to swallow, working in those well definied, muscular legs down his throat, bulging out his throat quite a bit with their meaty goodness. And his meal was only about to get better! He'd walk his jaws along Wiki's body, as it was apparent he wouldn't be getting those horns out anytime soon. Not that he minded coming to HIS food.

The dragon groaned as the wet feeling began to expand across his muscular chest and stomach...his abs flexing a bit despite nobody really able to see that display once they vanished into that heated maw...drool coating his body and those lips actually reaching around his neck made him shiver. "Hey now...let's talk about this!"

Torrle wasn't really in the mood for talk anymore...he just wanted to relax...and he was going to have his dinner. He reached down, and as Wiki was but a head sticking outside of his jaws, began to use his leverage to slip the dragon's horns out of the ring and muffled out 'myor welmome.' Oddly enough, as he touched those horns for the last time, he actually started growing a pair identical to the dragon's own.

Wiki wiggled as best he could, which wasn't much as all he was right now was a head wiggling around in an attempt to worm the rest of his body out of Torrle's hungry jaws, but was pushed back by a large paw which shoved the whole of his muzzle into the Timberwolf's own...those jaws closed around him, sealing him in darkness and confirming his loss.

*GUUUUULP*

Torrle tilted his head back and reached a hand out to his throat so he could fele Wiki's head as it made it's way down his gullet, small swallows working such quality meat down into his awaiting stomach which would no doubt be a cramped experience for the dragon even IF they were the same size right now. He noted the horns that appeared above his ears and felt them and their sharpness and grinned. "Heh...a Souvineer...! BURRRRRRP!"

Torrle belched thickly as his stomach started bouncing with his meal's apparent excitement inside of him...He watched out bounce and shake with the dragon's struggles inside of him and licked his lips once more. He heard a few gurgles eminating from his belly and smiled. The ring would start to collapse around him as the stadium returned to it's regular shape, and up above he could indeed see the full moon shining on the stadium below.

He sighed once, and gave his belly a hefty pat and belched one last time as the dragon's hands and feet would occasionally stretch out his stomach. He'd push the bulges back where they belonged and started walking off the stage to wait and digest his well earned meal...He'd need the extra protein for his next fight!

"Game!! The winner is...Torrle!" Scav announced with a booming voice over his mic.


(End of Match 5! Winner: Torrle)