Ding! Ding! Ding!

“And there you have it folks! Winner, and still your UFC Womans Champion, Sonya!” The
crowd roars in excitement as their champion throws her gloved fists up in triumph. Jumping on the
balls of her feet in time as her music plays. The champions team of coaches and trainers poor into the
8-sides. Hugging and cheering along with her. Only breaking up so Sonya may have her time with the
announcer and the camera man.

“Sonya. Congratulations are very much in order, for officially breaking the previous womans
champion title reign. How do you feel?” Sonya didn't hesitate with her reply, “I feel terrific. I'm
shaking more now then before the match started.” She chuckled as she started to strip away her gloves.
“Well again congratulations. It was an exciting match all threw the five rounds, up to the
definitive knock out. Well done, well fought and congratulations.” The announcer shook Sonya's hand
and went over to the challenger. Sonya didn't stay for that part. Taking her title and her gear back threw
the audience and into the locker room. Giving high-fives to everyone who stuck there hands out along
the way.

With the door closed, and the roar of the crowd replaced by the buzz of a ceiling fan, Sonya
slumped onto the benches before the lockers. Reaching down to her right leg and stripping away her
knee pad. “How long are you going to keep acting like nothing is wrong?” A voice asks from a desk
against the wall.

“Come on Sam. You know I can't let a thing like this stop me.” Sonya says. Getting the knee
pad off and rubbing her knee. A clear scar showing threw her fur. The length running over the top of
her knee cap. “It will stop you if you don't take proper care of it.” Sam says. Turning in her chair to
face Sonya. “As your doctor I can't allow you to fight anymore until you have that knee properly
looked at.” She says sternly. Sonya falls back onto the bench and gently stretching her leg out.
“Oh...Alright Sam. Have it your way. Make an appointment and well go see a specialist about
my knee.”

“I already have. The appointment is next week.” Sam says, the stern tone still on her lips. Sonya
lets out a sigh as she sits back up. Stripping away the rest of her fight gear. “Some tough tiger you are.
Getting bossed around by me.” Sam say jokingly as she leans back in her chair. Sonya chuckles a bit in
reply, “Well Miss-Bossy Doe, knows the general ins and outs of the body better then I do.” They glance
at each other for a moment before bursting out in a laugh.

Once Sonya had stripped herself of her gear, showered, and dawned clean, regular clothes, she
bagged up the rest and threw the bag over her shoulder. “Gunna walk home with me Sam?” Sonya asks.
“Sorry Sonya, I have other paper work to fill out and I have to meet with the UFC physician.” Sam
replied. Her attention since turned to the folders on the desk. Her eyes not leaving them as they slide
left to right.

“Ok, well I'm taking the short-cut home. Need to get home in time for my show.” Sonya teases
as she wanders to the door. Sam sighs and leans back in her chair and turns to Sonya, “Not the short-cut
Sonya. You know how back allies are so dis-trustful.”

“To bad Sam.” Sonya smiles, “And besides you remember what happened to that last thug that
tried to get a taste of this feline booty.” The tigress sticks her toned booty in Sams direction and rolls it
around.

“Of course I do. I had to put his jaw back together after making sure his balls descended. You
didn't have to go so hard on him.”

“Hey, he deserved it. Didn't even bother to offer me a drink before going right for my boobs and
stuffing his hand down my pants.” Sonya says as she rolls to the opposite side of the door. “See ya at
home.”

“Stay safe.” Sam shouts as Sonya closes the door.