​     At the women's facility:​

​     Two women. Both nude. One was tall and heavy looking without a lot of flab except around the gut. The other one was smaller, thinner, and a lot more muscular. She'd sliced off most of her hair so that it stuck out in disorganized chunks all over her head. Bruises from previous bouts marred each of their bodies. They stood elbow to elbow in an empty room lined with cameras. Every move they made could be watched by anyone in the prison who could get to a visual monitor.

     This was to be their arena. 

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