“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Voregia State annual culling tournament!” Bartin Styler shouted into his microphone.

He had been drafted in to be the announcer for Voratorium 6 today in the Atlanta Vore Village. His contemporaries filled the other 7.

Kobe and Vorelando had taken up some of the seats reserved for fellow competitors. They wanted to catch Two’s match. The scorpion boys had been a very reclusive bunch, so there existed no video footage showcasing their vore styles. Kobe was anxious to get a glimpse knowing, sooner or later, he would probably have to face him.

“Who’s Two’s opponent anyway?” Vorelando asked.

“Some no name from GIV, a two-star recruit. He can turn his hands into teeth or something, I don’t know.”

Vorelando tried to imagine what that would look like but struggled to form an image in his mind.

“We certainly do have a range of fantastic matchups tonight, and we start now!”

The light show that precedes Vorings lit up the cage as Styler announced the contestants.

“Our first contestant is Hungry Harry from GIV. He vored at a 73% efficiency in high school, slightly above the national average.”

The light shone on Harry, revealing his thin frame that was adorned by a large fur coat.

“And facing him is one of the two remaining scorpion boys. That one is Two! We have no statistics on record for this man but you don’t get into the Scorpion Boys without some serious panache!”

The light shone on Two and the crowd let out a gasp. He had entered the cage completely naked other than a large censor bar he had stapled to his groin area.

“That’s just not what you want to see in the cage, is it? A mockery of the beautiful game.” Styler bemoaned.

“Are you taking the piss mate? Have some shame.” Harry said.

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“Shame leads to anger, anger to defeat and defeat to shame again. It is a vicious cycle and you would do best to eliminate one of the three from your diet before your life starts rolling downhill.” Two responded.

“Listen to this loser, he tryna preach!”

The crowd started chanting.

“Keep it out! Keep it out! Keep it out!”

Not a single muscle in Two’s face responded, he merely drew in a deep breath and exhaled.

“Well, since there is no rulebook to consult, this kind of attire must be legal, as farcical as it is.” Styler sighed. “Anyway, let’s get this show on the road! It’s Hungry Harry! It’s the Scorpion Boys’ Two! And it’s liiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!”

Each announcer had his own way of building hype and of starting a match. ‘And it’s liiiiiiiiive!’ was Styler’s equivalent of a starting gun.

In an instant, Hungry Harry had bitten his right thumb, drawing blood. Lighting sparked from his body and suddenly, both of his hands morphed into giant sets of teeth. Where his wrist ended, teeth no began and they would not stop chattering.

“Harry is HUNGRY!” Hungry Harry howled hungrily, the hunger dripping from his salivating mouth.

Two didn’t react, he merely stood his ground, arms folded.

Hungry Harry charged at two.

“What are you going to do huh? Hit me with a big counter attack? Dodge and try to tire me out? I’m not scared of you! I don’t care what kind of stupid gang you were part of!”

Again, Two didn’t react. He didn’t react as Harry closed the distance between them. He didn’t react when Harry’s teeth hands went straight for his chest. Nor did he react as those pearly whites clamped down on his nipples.

“I have you noOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”

As soon as the teeth in Hungry Harry’s hands made contact with Two’s nipples, they shattered. Two flexed his pectorals and sent Harry flying across the cage, slamming into the bars and slumping to the ground.

Two strode across the arena, arms still folded, flexing his pectorals one by one, over and over.

“You were too Proud, Hungry Harry. Pride is not the opposite of shame, but its source. You must remove pride to remove shame, thinking you can remove shame by itself is a fallacy.”

He came to a stop beside Hungry Harry, who was now crying.

“Please, mommy, please.”

“Rest in peace, Hungry Harry.”

Without moving so much as a finger, Two opened his mouth wide and tractor beamed Hungry Harry’s body inside.

Bartin Styler was delirious, he had jumped out of his seat.

“Twooooooo! Goodness gracious me! What a vore!”

The crowd went positively mangos for Two, who had one with both grace and style.

“Kobe, what the hell was that?” Vorelando asked.

“So that’s what the suitcase was for….” Kobe mumbled.

“Speak to me man, what the fuck did I just witness?”

“It’s not just the nipples Vo, his whole body is hard as granite. He’s unvoreable.”

“What makes you say that?”

Kobe ran his hands across the top of his bald head, looking lost for the first time in a long time.

“This man’s been eating rocks.”