Elis is the prizefighter, the champ of want, and these two ravenous studs are looking to dethrone him. The bell sounds, and the fight is on, punch by punishing punch, a portrait of their undiminished hunger. The sweat pours, the muscles ripple, and the air thrums with the slap of flesh on flesh. Can they beat the daylights out of him; will he prevail, body pummelled yet spirit unbowed?

Corbin Fisher

Calan

Eli