Ah Harpy, there is a breed of woman who harken to the sound of breaking bones and grunts of mortal pain, and who are enamored by the smell of blood and stale spilled beer. I take your presence within this thread to indicate a sort of voyeristic fascination.

Upon your request; I will do my best, to briefly break away and bring you the women's visionous versions. Good Lord knows your bum would be welcome in my scrum.