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Ryver: "Honestly, like, I'd fight naked. I don't mind putting myself out there. I'll fuckin' do it!"

Wynter: "I mean, sure, but like, we're talking about still wearing clothes, right?"

R: "Sure, I guess. But what fun are clothes, anyways? Seriously, why leave anything up to the imagination? I'd rather everyone know exactly what I've got goin' on."

W: "Mmm. See, I can't do that. My genitals are for you and you alone to see."

R: "So, what? You wouldn't fight in anything skimpier than what you do already?"

Blaze: "I wouldn't."

W: "Not quite. Like, I wouldn't mind losing the bra. I hate wearing that anyways. But the most I'd do down below is vale tudo shorts. They're not quite the skimpiest, but I suppose if you get a tight enough fitting pair..."

B: "Bitch, do you even take the fucking sport seriously?"

W: "Uh, yeah."

R: "Where did that come from?"

B: "Like, fuckin'. I get in the cage to win, not to put on a fuckin' show. Why would you even *consider* skimpy clothing?"

W: "I mean, less encumberment, for one..."

B: "Moot point."

W: "No, I wouldn't say so. Personally, I find I can move my upper body better if I'm not wearing a bra. Maybe you're different, but that's how I am."

R: "Plus, like, if you just care about winning, what does your outfit matter?"

W: "Fair enough."

B: "Bitch, did I *say* I only cared about winning? --"

W: "Yes."

B: "*Grr*. Okay. Fine, but what the fuck else did I say?"

W: "I dunno."

B: "I also said I don't come to put on a fuckin' show! I'm not gonna bare my breasts just so the audience can ogle. Fuck that shit. I'm not gonna reveal my cunt just to get some people at home off. I'm a fighter, not a fucking porn star!"

W: "I mean, fair enough, I guess. I suppose it's a bit different for me, I guess? Like, I don't really like bras, and I'm flat-chested anyways. It's not like I've got a lot to look at, you know?"

R: "I *only* want to put on a show, by your standards. I mean, I'll show myself off. I don't mind. If anything, I *want* "people at home" creaming themselves. The more, the better, right?"

W: "Ryver, stop."

R: "Make me."

W: "Ugh. Well, I notice there's one wolf here who *hasn't* weighed in...Fenris."

Fenris: "Oh, I'm just enjoying listening to you three."

B: "I'm leaving."

W: "*muttering* Don't let the door hit ya on the way out..."

F: "Honestly, men's boxing attire isn't the most concealing anyways."

W: "Yeah, but how skimpy would you go?"

F: "Boxer-briefs, probably."

R: "Oh, come on! That's even worse than Wynter!"

W: "HEY!"

R: "I mean, what did you say you'd do? Remove the bra and put on some tight shorts? At least, you're showing off what little breasts you have!"

F: "In fairness, if I pick tight enough underwear, I could start to show off a bit more than Wynter."

R: "What do you mean?"

F: "At least I have a sizable...*ehm*...package to show off, even if it's just the bulge in my pants."

R: "I suppose it'll do."

Kit

"I actually kinda have two different skimpy outfits I'd wear. I once fought a boxing match in nothing but a bikini. I was at the beach last summer, and I noticed a sign advertising a beach boxing league where, like, anyone could join and fight a bout if they wanted. I found the idea kinda interesting and decided to join. I would have put on some proper clothes, but, like, it's the beach. Why not just keep on the swimsuit. So, the next day, I showed up for my bout, and it turned out that that was kinda the idea. Everyone was in their swimsuits. There were guys in swim trunks. There were guys in Speedos. There were women in bikinis, and there were women in one-piece swimsuits. So, around one o'clock, I went in, got some gloves and boxing shoes on, and got ready to climb in the ring. Turns out, they put me up against another sexy vixen. So, I decided that, given the situation, why not put on a show? It was kinda fun, pressing myself up against her. I wish I could have taken her back to my hotel afterwards.

"Otherwise, like, if I wasn't doing that again, I'd probably just do, like, some really short boxing trunks with no top, you know? I don't think I'd fight in anything much skimpier. Not that you could get much skimpier, you know? I mean, when I say 'really short', I mean really short. We're talking so short that my ass is nice and visible. Hell, we're talking so short that you could probably get a peek at some other places..."