The assembled crowd, led by the human component, proceeds to collectively lose their shit, revved up properly by all the smack talk and prospects of what was certain to be a good fight. The ship's company knew their boss's background after all, and Ghorza's rep had been doing the rounds on the gossip circuit before she'd stepped foot on the Tear.

This promised to be one hell of a fight, Axiom or no Axiom. The cream of the Undaunted special operations crop against a literal green space babe who looked like an even hotter and more built She Hulk with tusks.

“Alright, I want a good clean fight.” The announcer drops his hand and a bell rings three times. “Let’s get it on!”

The two fighters firmly bump knuckles before Ghorza offers Jerry a hand shake. He slowly reaches out... then casually tosses her over his shoulder in a lightning fast throw that turns Ghorza into a green blur momentarily.

Ghorza hits the ground rolling instead of getting laid out flat. The Horchka warrior does a quick kip up to regain her feet and roars out a battle challenge, only to be met by a drop kick hurtling in from the left.

Jerry was bleeding in a little axiom to up his speed, but nowhere close to the maximum he was capable of, which did its absolute best to pretend to be straight up teleportation.

For the most part he was unaugmented so far, then again when it came to putting a pair of size 12 boots into someone's rib cage, velocity was the real weapon. Jerry kicks off of Ghorza propelling himself back the way he came before landing with an almost artful flip. Axiom was really too much fun.

Jerry can't help but grin as Ghorza chuckles darkly.

"Oh you've done it now lover boy. I'm going to goddamn smash your pelvis when we get to the second bout of this fight."

"Oh we've got a second bout?"

"What do you think consummating this marriage is gonna look like after all the foreplay you're putting me through right now? You keep this up and I might pin you down and ride you right here." The green beauty gives him a lewd look, outright licking her lips. "Be a fun way to establish dominance."

"Well you're certainly welcome to try... but don't count your chickens before they're hatched."

"What's a chicken?"

"Ask me later, are you done catching your breath? I thought we were fighting."

The response to his taunt is an explosion of energy from Ghorza as she taps into her axiom to ramp up her own speed and acceleration, she crosses the gap between them in a blink and unleashes a flurry of blows that Jerry can only block so many of.

Axiom floods his body as he reinforces himself to take the body blows Ghorza was laying into him. She wasn't pumping much, if anything into her strength at the moment, but she hit like a truck regardless. Jerry drops to escape the flurry of punches and throws himself through Ghorza's leg, popping up and rabbit punching her in the kidneys... or where the kidneys would be on a human anyway.

On a Horchka the blow was just a mild punch to a random part of her back, more confusing than anything else. So Jerry pulls in Axiom and sweeps Ghorza's leg while shoving hard through her center of gravity. Ghorza easily rolls with the motion, popping back up just in time to get clotheslined at near light speed. Firmly on her back this time Jerry gets her into a choke hold and reinforces with all the axiom he can get.

"How the hell did you do that?" Ghorza gasps out.

"Fuck you, that's how."

"In front of all these people? Well. If you insist."

Ghorza gets to her feet like Jerry's weight doesn't even begin to bother us.

"Still this is gettin interesting. None of that Apuk bullshit where most of the fight's farting out fire balls or vomiting lightning. Just clean, proper violence. If I didn't want you before you'd never get rid of me after this Jerry boy."

Jerry grunts in frustration as he dangles behind Ghorza like a cape, thinking to himself 'I guess chokes are out...' before releasing his hands and riddling Ghorza's side with fast jabs around where the floating ribs would be on a human, putting axiom into each strike. Ghorza had apparently been so busy monologing that she hadn't expected Jerry to actually punch what was likely not a target on her body.

Years of power armor and being the boss bitch in almost any given room she was in had dulled her brawling instincts just a bit. One blow finds the floating rib just right, and Jerry's rewarded with a pained sound from Ghorza as he springs back and takes up his fighting stance again.

Far from being slowed down by the pain, Ghorza wheels on him... and if anything the word Jerry would likely use to describe her now is 'aroused'. This fight had been partially for fun, but there was a pecking order at play here, both for his family, and his new recruits. He needed to beat Ghorza, or at least come out fairly evenly with her before she lost her shit and actually started riding him like a prized warhorse in front of his entire goddamn crew.

That level of exhibitionism was a bit much, even for a man who had recently felt he couldn't have anything but a three way at the bare minimum any more with the sheer volume of wife around.

Not that the girls wouldn't get privacy if they asked for it, but on the contrary they seemed to welcome tag ins to help in their continued efforts to tame Jerry's raw endurance, and that was before he'd really figured out what axiom could do in the bedroom.

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Endurance.

The word stuck in Jerry's head for a minute before he started grinning like a maniac. Ghorza was in damn good shape by galactic standards, but based on reports from the Undaunted even hardcore alien exercise fanatics would lose steam pretty quickly by human standards.

New plan made instead of dodging and weaving, Jerry meets Ghorza head on, his arms coming up to block her blows as he weathered the storm, occasionally taking a step back or dropping an elbow to punish her for trying to kick him in the ribs.

She didn't need much encouragement to stick to punching and trying to grab him, her blood was up in both ways now and with Jerry sweating like crazy he could tell Ghorza was more than a little distracted. Good thing he was going to cover over this particular gap in her armor a little later today, he'd hate to lose a wife to being distracted by a minor facet of her own biology and getting shanked for it.

Jerry ducks under a lunging attempt to grab and sinks a hook square into Ghorza's gut. If the rippling eight pack she had could rightly be called a gut. The axiom and body mechanic enhanced blow took the wind out of her sails anyway, and Jerry's on her like a lion on a lamed zebra. If the lion was just harassing the zebra into attacking it more so it could ensure its meal was well and truly exhausted.

The occasional jab aimed at her temple to keep her off balance and distracted, ensuring she couldn't concentrate long enough to really pull in any axiom to get her energy back up.

It struck him that it was likely that the aliens didn't store much energy in their bodies the way humans did with the constant flow of axiom available to them. Which would only make them even more sprinters in the energy use sense than all the other factors that went into making human endurance hunting a down right unique evolutionary quirk. Something for the boys in the lab to have a look at for sure.

Jerry ducks another haymaker of a blow, noting that Ghorza was getting a bit sloppy. Another few minutes or so and he'd be able to wrap this up properly.

Block, block, block, jab, block, hook. The rhythmic dance of Jerry and Ghorza beating on each other can't be heard over the roar of the crowd. Jerry couldn't really hear them. His hearing had tunnel visioned, everything was locked onto the "threat" before him... but Ghorza was fading fast.

Jerry seizes the moment and steps forward and under Ghorza's guard, spearing his shoulder into her stomach and sweeping her legs out from under her. She's out flat this time, no immediate kip up, she's trying to catch her breath, or focus enough to pull on axiom with intent instead of the passive draw that was the alien normal. It was time to finish this, and there was only one way to do this rightly that Jerry could think of.

The crowd cheers wildly as their skipper pushes axiom into his leg muscles and jumps into the air, drawing in more energy to reinforce himself... and dropping down on Ghorza with a brutal elbow drop square in the stomach as the sound starts to bleed into the world again.

"The people's elbow! An authoritative statement from the commanding officer to his new subordinate and spouse! Guess she's not picking how they fold the towels. Let's get a ref in there!"

A referee runs up and starts the count as Ghorza tries to get up before collapsing back to the ground, panting and struggling to get breath in her lungs.

"And it's over! Ladies and gentlemen! Marines and sailors, I present to you, the defending heavyweight champion, the one, the only SKIIIIIPPER!" Jerry lifts a fist into the air before reaching down and offering Ghorza a hand up, a hand infused with axiom energy that gets her back on her feet and down right perky.

"I don't know what you just did with your hand there, but I feel like I just woke up from a good night's sleep."

"Good. You're going to need the energy for later."

Ghorza cocks an eyebrow at him, her lopsided smile speaking volumes of her mood at the moment. She was controlled. Playful. For now. But Jerry clearly needed to get her somewhere private for some special alone time, because the burning arousal in her eyes from earlier was miniature suns now.

"Oh? What would I need energy for?"

Jerry pulls Ghorza down into a deep, hard kiss, letting the Horchka woman savor their first smooch after an aggressive fight, a young Horchka girl's dream come true obviously.

"Right. That. Not that I could forget..."

There's a low growl to Ghorza's tone, not threatening, just needy, more like a cat's purr than anything hostile.

"Mhmm, come on, let's go sit down for a bit, we're not going anywhere till the mob disperses. Then we'll go enjoy that victory lap."

Jerry and Ghorza collapse into chairs with the rest of the family, Jerry's wives all tensing up a bit on getting such a direct dose of his pheromones from all the sweat slicking his body a touch before collectively forcing themselves to relax a bit.

Wichen speaks first. "Easiest credits I've ever won in my life. Sorry Ghorza, you don't mess with our husband! Hell, he didn't even throat punch you."

Jaruna joins in with a hearty chuckle. "Damn good fight, we need to spar together Ghorza, I finally have someone I can get a proper workout with around here besides Hubby."

Syl leans over and plants a kiss on Jerry's cheek. "While I am pleased by your victory my love, don't you think your opening move was a bit treacherous? Ghorza offered a handshake and you threw her over your shoulder like a rag doll. How did you even do that? Was that axiom?"

Ghorza and Jerry give Syl a wide eyed look for a second, both clearly a bit confused and trying to remember what she was talking about. Jerry puts it together first, snapping his fingers as the memory comes to him through the haze of adrenaline.

"Oh that. No sweetie, she was going for a wrist grab and throw, it was in her stance, so I decided to make a point to start things off and throw her instead. No axiom required purely messing with center of gravity and body mechanics there."

Ghorza nods quickly. "Yep, I was totally going for a throw to see if I could end the fight early and get to the fun stuff. When he countered me though, oh hell it's like he slapped a frenzy patch on my ass! I was all about this fight after that... though you can bet your sweet ass I'm going to pay you back double for every minute we spent in that ring tonight."

"Hmph, that a promise?"

"Definitely."

Syl clearly resists rolling her eyes, before her ears wiggle in a Volpir blush. No doubt remembering that her flirting with Jerry probably sounded pretty silly to everyone else too.

"Just try not to break the furniture."

"I think we can promise to try... but then you and I did break the bed our first time out Syl."

The prim and proper Volpir looks away from her husband, somewhere between slightly embarrassed and very, very smug.

"That doesn't count."

Jerry leans in "We can always have another go for our second litter and make it count."

Ghorza saves Syl trying to recover enough to respond as thoughts of proper bed breaking sex like they'd shared their first few nights together clearly flood her mind, making her ears wiggle violently.

"On the plus side, I'll fix or replace what we break, with a Horchka and a Cannidor in a marriage alone you really need to be buying the industrial grade stuff anyway."