Avara O'Gadra (Stufe 3) mail warning

Name: Avara O'Gadra
Stage Name: Ava
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Hometown: Orlando, Florida
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165 lbs
Bust Size: B cups
Biography:
When I was four, my apartment building caught on fire. I don't remember much of what happened, but I do remember the feeling of being in a firefighter's arms. I know a lot of kids say that want to be a firefighter when they grow up, but I really wanted to be a firefighter when I grew up. Starting in high school, I committed myself to weight lifting so that I could to build enough muscle to apply by the time I hit eighteen. But the fire department turned my application away because... I have asthma. It was probably caused by me breathing in too much smoke during that fire all those years ago. I ended up working in retail, but... I felt like I was wasting my time. I trained for too hard and for too long to just sit behind a register and scan stupid items- no, sorry, I don't want to put down people who work in retail. I just... I just wanted a job that felt like... like I was suited for it. So I went to college, as my parents wanted, and I graduated with an Associate's degree in Finance. But working in an office was even worse. We just sat around all day and clicked through powerpoint presentations. It was so awfully boring; I needed something else. So I went back to job hunting, and that's when I found out about Erofights. I was afraid they would turn me away because of my asthma, but I applied anyways, and I was so happy when I got accepted. The manager of the ring told me that whichever referee is present for my matches would be carrying an asthma pump, so if my health problem ever does flare up, they would immediately call the match and provide me with medical attention. It would count as a loss for me, but I don't mind. I'm just glad to have a job that makes use of my muscles.

History in the Ring (stats):
Wins: 3
Losses: 3
Draws: 0

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History in the Ring (explained):
L - My first ever match was a loss against the Hung Gym Stud. I swear, the only reason why he beat me was because he played dirty. He lured me into a false sense of security by acting cute and submissive: calling himself my bitch, begging me to let him cum, and promising he would be my slave. Once I lowered my guard, he shattered both my body and spirit with just a thrust of his dick. After I finished cumming, he gagged me and took me back to his place, where he used me as a fleshlight for three days. Even now, it still feels like his cock is inside me. It feels like... he owns me. But once we get our rematch, I swear I'll break him.
L - Unfortunately, my second match went even worse. I started it off by playing safe; I didn't want to repeat the same mistake as in my previous match. But my opponent, Littleone, took full advantage of that. He tried over and over to make me cum, and each time, I failed to retaliate because I was too afraid of falling into a trap. Eventually, without any foreplay or teasing, he got me to cum. After I got back up, he told me I shouldn't feel too bad about losing to him because I was "just a woman." This pissed me off, and I completely lost my compsure. I tried to milk his cock dry with my tits, but he resisted the attack, then pinned me down and forced me to cum over and over and over again with his cock, all the while suggesting that I "tap out like a good little girl." I wanted nothing more than to bust his sexist balls, but I couldn't. Once he started fucking me doggy style, everything went dark. I never even made him cum once.
W - Finally, a win! I went up against Girls Own Mac, an arrogant sexfighter who didn't have the muscle to back up his talk. I easily pummeled him into submission with my superior strength, but once he got his dick inside of me, I thought I was going to lose. And I nearly did. He fucked me corkscrew style, and I came, hard. The world became hazy, and after the match, the referee told me he thought I had fainted. But I got back up and I defeated my opponent with a chokehold-handjob combo.
W - Another win! This time, I fought against Xperimental Warrior, a very passionate fighter with a smooth tongue. He acted more like a boyfriend than an actual opponent, but I didn't let his sweet words stop me from emptying his balls. He went down without much of a fight, and I think that's what he wanted.
W - Hat Trick; three wins in a row! My opponent this time was the extremely sexy and even more dangerous CumQweefTador. He is one hell of a tough fighter, and his strength might even surpass my own. He put me on the ropes with a powerful backbreaker and a flurry of pussy slaps, but it was his dick that almost knocked me out. Even now, my ass is still sore. But I managed to resist his anal assault long enough to return the favor: I slipped my strap on into him and soon enough, his load was pouring onto the ring floor.
L - What I thought was going to be an easy win turned out to be the end of my win streak. Branch didn't seem like a threatening opponent, at least not at first. I had an easy time thrashing him with the moves I learned from when I was a collegiate wrestler, and he didn't put up much resistance. But just as I was about to break him, the referee changed the rules: only submissions and sexual attacks would be allowed for the remainder of the match. Suddenly, my entire gameplan was made invalid, and the match became an even one. We traded kisses and spit, but the match kept going, and I was exhausted. I had used up all my energy in the early-half of the match. Then, realizing I was vulnerable, my opponent suddenly put me in a submission hold. I didn't expect it; the entire match he had been focusing on sexual attacks, so I wasn't prepared for the pain he unleashed onto my entire body. I couldn't resist, I had to tap out. As I lied on the floor, writhing in agony, he told me to beg for his cum. I wanted to deny him, to spit in his face, but there was no strength left in me. In the end, I thanked him for fucking my face and cumming down my throat.
L - Another loss. This time, my opponent was Reaper, a good looking stud who started the match by eating me out. I thought he was being rude, that he was treating this like a hookup instead of a brawl. I tried to force him to take me seriously by putting him in a painful scissorhold, but this... was a stupid mistake. I was confident in my muscles, and I thought I could win if our sexfight focused more on the fight rather than the sex, but he was stronger than I expected; stronger than me. I tried to convince him to go back to sexual attacks, but he wasn't so easily fooled. He soon brought me to a climax, then feigned also being close to his own climax. I let him put his dick inside of me, thinking he would cum instantly, but instead, he fucked me into submission.