​     At the men's facility:​

     Two men. Both nude. One man was muscularly buffed to a ridiculous degree. The other man, the smaller man, was also muscular, but his muscles didn't balloon cartoonishly the way the other man's did. The smaller man had every hair on his body shaved off. The larger man had hair he let grow all the way to his shoulders. Both men had abrasions and cuts and black and blue welts all over their bodies. The shaved man had a black eye, and the other man's shoulder had a slash in it as deep as a sword cut. Cameras also tracked their moves from a variety of angles. This was the match that Valtair himself personally attended. He stood with the warden behind a protective, wire mesh fence.

     "Time to grease," a guard acting as referee said, and the room erupted with cheers. 

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