A series of air cutting slices and grab attempts cut through the air between the feminine man and his deadly opponent, but despite their danger, Ash had no problems dodging every single one of them. The same could not be said for Ash's own attacks to Mature, however. Countless burning green fireballs singed her suit, as he danced about her continuously tiring body. The crowd was eating up the man toying with his prey, Mature failing to lad even a single decisive blow back.
"Huff, huff, y-you...!"
Mature's face twisted into hate as she gave in to her anger. Ignoring any logic in the back of her head, she rushed forward headstrong, her only goal being to get her hands around his pretty little neck. Ash himself took note, ceasing the dodging to take this opportunity to end it.
"Die!!"
Mature's hands grabbed nothing but air, as the trap went lower than low for a last second sway. Using the momentum from that, he delivered a counter punch that assured the crowd that the fight was over. Mature felt her breath knocked out of her, as his fist never left her stomach. Her grabbed from there, and in one smooth motion delivered her limp head into his lips. Saliva become her world, as her body was stuffed past his cheeks, down his tight and dark throat, and directly into his empty gut.
Ash made sure to make a show out of eating his much sought after dinner. Mature wasn't putting up much of a struggle, either, making it even easier. He couldn't do much about her tattered dress, but he did managed to get his fingers wrapped around the woman's panties and stockings. He yanked them down, revealing an exposed ass and creamy thighs, just begging to be slurped down. Lewd moans echoed through the arena, as he enjoyed her fleshy folds, probing her womanhood and sizable cheeks with his tongue. Her heels slipped off as she swallowed down, leaving the crowd the incredible sight of Mature's painted toes disappearing for good.
"Mmm, aged meat is just so much more *urp* refined..."
Tossing the useless remaining articles of clothing to the ground, Ash's tummy wobbled about as much as his beehive hairdo on the way back to his team. In stark contrast from the writhing bulge Vice produced, Mature seemed to have accepted her fate as food, quietly sitting as a lump of meat in his churning and groaning belly.