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Davey F
6’3” · 198 lbs · Athletic & Muscular
They call him The Standard — broad-shouldered, perfectly proportioned, and carved with a six-pack that turns heads and challenges fists. Davey’s used to being the man everyone wants to test. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t break easy, and flexes through punishment with something to prove. But pride like his always draws hunters. And this time… they didn’t come for a match. They came to make a statement — on his abs.
- VS -
Leo
5’10” · 180 lbs · Lean & Toned
Leo’s got a reputation — the guy who smiles while he guts you. Quick, focused, and unrelenting, he’s turned stomach punishment into an art form. His fists know exactly where to land, and his favorite sound in the world is a grunt through clenched teeth after a clean gut shot. Davey’s abs? They’ve been on his radar for a long time. And tonight, he’s not here to admire — he’s here to dismantle.
AND
Damien
Damien: 6’2” · 215 lbs · Thick & Powerful
Damien’s not flashy. He’s not loud. He’s the one you feel days later — in your ribs, in your back, in the way your core stops trusting itself. With bearhugs that crush and holds that stretch a man like canvas, he’s built for destruction. When Leo needs a body held in place, Damien’s the anchor. He doesn’t need to say much — his hands do the talking. And they’re speaking fluent pain.
The Dominion (Damien & Leo)
We’ve been waiting for this. Not hours. Weeks. Every time Davey flexed those abs in the locker room mirror. Every time he stood center ring, breathing hard and proud, showing off like he’d just passed some trial by fire. He doesn’t realize those matches didn’t count. He thinks he’s been tested. Thinks he’s battle-hardened. But nobody’s really gone for the core. Not the way we do.
Damien
The manager did us a favor. Gave him a warm-up match earlier today. Weaker opponent. Just tough enough to break a sweat. Nothing that would leave a mark. Got him walking tall. Chest out. Abs tight. Exactly how we wanted him.
That kind of pride? It’s not armor. It’s bait. And now, the hook’s set.
Not a match. Not a fight. A lesson.
Leo
He’s proud of them. You can see it. The way he runs a hand across the ridges like he’s checking stonework. The way he slows down when others are watching — makes sure they see what he’s built. We saw it too.
He doesn’t know it yet… But this hallway he’s about to walk down — It’s not a shortcut to the locker room. It’s where everything he’s built gets tested. For real.
And we’re going to write it, one strike at a time.
Davey
My footsteps echo in rhythm across the concrete floor, the towel around my neck still damp. My body’s warm, flushed from the match. The adrenaline’s fading, but the core’s still tight — still locked in. I run a palm across my abs. They’re pumped, rigid. Still mine. I turn the corner with nothing on my mind but the cooldown. That’s when the world closes in.
Leo
I drive my fist right into the center of his gut — low, deep, deliberate. Thmp. The feel is perfect — resistance, pressure, slight give. I’ve waited a long time to test these abs for real.
Damien
I step in behind him and slam my knee up under his ribs. Whump. One smooth motion. No wind-up needed. He folds, like I knew he would. “Solid build. But no defense.” He’s caught. And now he knows it.
Davey
The first shot sinks low and solid — right into my core. The second — that knee — explodes under my ribs and sends my breath flying. My abs lock late, too slow to help. I grunt, folding forward on instinct.
“Ughhh—” My hand lash out — wild swing. Doesn’t matter if it connects. “You hit like you’re scared of doing it fair.” “Ughhh—” My hand shoots out and I swing wild. Doesn’t matter if it hits.
“You hit like you’re scared of doing it fair.” My abs ache. Tight. Holding.
Damien
I slide behind him and yank his arms back, locking them tight. His torso arches. I keep him stretched. Exposed. I say quietly next to Davey's ear: “Let’s see if flexing makes it hurt more or less.”
Leo
I step in and deliver a short, solid punch to the center of his six-pack. Thud. Then another. Same spot. Thud. “Still proud of this thing, Davey? Doesn’t feel bulletproof.” Each hit lands where I want it — surgical. The sound’s clean. The rhythm is mine now.
Davey
They’ve got me stretched out. My abs feel like a drumhead — pulled tight, taking every shot without cushion.
“Huhhh—” I grunt through my teeth, body stiff. I drop my weight and twist, pulling hard against the grip. One elbow goes back — then I lunge forward and slam shoulder-first. I hear metal rattle when I hit something. “Still here.” My stomach pulses. But I’m not down.
Leo
He comes in hot. I take the impact, reset, and smile. I love when they resist. It makes the collapse worth more.
Damien
I’m behind him again in seconds. Arms wrapped up. Rear choke engaged — just enough tension to keep him open. “That breath? That’s just mapping the target for us.”
Leo
I kneel in front. My fist slams in again. Thump. Then again. Thump. Then one more, slower. Thump. “Flex harder. I want to feel every wall shake.”
Davey
The stretch turns every shot into a full-body jolt. My abs clench on instinct — but they’re losing that sharpness, that snap. “Hnnfh—” I slam my head back, trying to rattle loose. I feel the grip slip — just enough.
I drop, knees hitting concrete. My hand lands first, then the other curls tight across my gut. “You’re going to have to do more than double up.”
Damien
He falls into place. I kneel behind him, hook his arms, and lock in the camel clutch — tight, controlling. His torso arches again. The core rises with it, stretched wide. “Don’t tap. Not yet. You’ll want to remember what comes next.”
Leo
I drop low again, my fists hovering. I let the anticipation build, just a breath — then hammer down. Thud. Thud. Thud. I keep it centered. I don’t rush. “The longer it lasts, the better it means you were.”
Davey
The punches land in rhythm. My abs jolt with each one — fast twitches I can’t control. They’re still flexing on instinct, but everything’s running hot now. My breath stutters.
“Khh—hhff—” I spit to the side — thick, bitter saliva stringing from my lip. I lift my head. That’s all I’ve got right now. “You boys done admiring yourselves?” I lock my core again. Tight. Solid. I don’t let it go slack. Not yet.
Leo
I throw a punch straight into the navel. Thmp. His body jolts the way I like it. I saw in a low voice: “That twitch? That’s the last instinct before the break.”
Damien
I shift my knees to lift him just a little more, tension rolling through his spine. “Slow it down. We’re not letting him walk out thinking this was close.”
Leo
I roll my knuckles across the surface once before planting another strike — short, compact, right into center. Thud.
Davey
One more shot to the gut and I can feel my knees start to soften. It’s deep. But I’m not letting them close the door. I shift hard and twist, planting a foot and driving forward. My shoulder catches Leo just under the chest and slams him back into something metal — a crash echoes. I follow up with a tight hook to the side. I don’t even know if it lands clean. “You wanted me flexed? You got it.” The burn across my core is spreading, but I’m still upright. Still swinging.
Damien
The moment his weight shifts forward, I close in behind him. My arms hook under his and yank up — locking in the full nelson tight. I lift and wrench his torso back. His feet drag for a second before touching down again. Arms trapped. Core wide open.
Leo
He’s all length and tension now. I line up my elbow and drive it straight into his abs. THUD. Then again — faster. THMP. “All that pride packed into one stretch of muscle.” We don’t need flash. Just pressure. Sustained and exact.
Davey
Arms hooked. Chest stretched. Abs exposed like a mark on a target range. The first elbow blasts deep. The next breaks through the breath I’d held tight. “Hhhnh—!” My knees hit first. I brace a hand to the mat, the other presses instinctively across the ache. “Still not enough.” Breath’s short now. Abs still tight. But it’s getting harder to keep them there.
Damien
We haul him up and drag him through the side corridor toward the gym’s private ring — the one nobody watches but everyone remembers. Inside, the lights buzz overhead. The ring’s silent. We shove him under the bottom rope. He tries to turn onto his side, but I step in and drive a kick straight into his abs. WHUMP. The canvas rattles. He curls — reflex, not resistance. I grab his legs.
Leo
I move into the corner. As Damien lifts the legs, I guide them upward and hook his feet over the top turnbuckle, bending him back into place. One leg, then the other. The arms fall limp beside him. He hangs inverted in the corner. Chest angled down. Abs stretched by gravity. Locked. Tree of Woe. “Look at that. Art.” We don’t rush what comes next.
Davey
The floor scrapes past beneath me. They drag me across the mat and shove me under the bottom rope. I slide into the corner, back brushing canvas, body loose. I try to roll, reset — but I don’t get far. A boot buries itself in my gut. “Hhhng—!” It hits solid and deep, knocking air out of my chest. I tense, but before I can reset, they’re lifting my legs, flipping my weight.
My ankles hook over the top rope. Arms fall. Back pressed to the turnbuckles. Tree of Woe. I’m upside down. Gravity stretches my abs long and tight. My core’s pulled open — no room to hide anything now.
Leo
I step in first. His abs are stretched smooth — no slack left in them. I press my boot to the skin and drag it across slow, heel scraping left to right. The sound it makes is half rubber, half resistance. Then I plant and drive it in. A clean stomp. Right above the navel.
I crouch beside him, press my palm flat on his midsection, and sink my fingers in slow. A stomach claw — not a hit, a hold. “You’re the standard?”
Damien
I stand just in front of him. No need to step up. He’s already hung for display. I raise my arms and slam down with a double axe handle. THUD. Then I wait, watching his midsection shiver, stretch again under the pressure. “Still flinching. That means we’re not done.” One more — straight into the center of that overworked core. “Let’s make you the example.”
Davey
I’m stuck — arms useless, gravity pulling everything down. One stomp, then those claws, then that axe handle — brutal, blunt. My abs twitch, tighten, strain. “Khh—hnff—” I spit without thinking — just to stay present. My arms hang limp. My breath feels shallow and sharp. Every inch of my core is pulsing like it’s trying to reset. Still holding. Barely.
Leo
We unhook one leg, then the other. He drops straight down — shoulders and back hit the mat with a dull slap. No bounce. No resistance. I kneel beside him, forearm across his chest, and lean in.
“One—” I drive a sharp punch into his gut. “Two—” Another, clean and low. I glance up at Damien. He meets my eyes. I grin — and grab Davey’s wrist, lift it halfway, and let it fall. “Look at that. Still fighting.”
Damien
I step over. Mount across his chest, lean in, and line up my strikes. “One—” Fist to the abs. “Two—” A second punch, flat into the navel. “This isn’t about winning. It’s about making sure he remembers losing.” Then I lift his shoulder off the mat myself. “Still got something left, huh?”
Davey
The mat is cold under me now. My lungs are working on their own — shallow, fast. I feel a weight drop across my chest, and then a sharp thud drives through my gut. “One—” Another shot. Same spot. My body jolts with it. “Two—” Then I feel it — my arm lifted. Raised. Dropped. Like I kicked out. I didn’t. They’re dragging it out. Another body presses down. New angle. Fists slam into my core again — precise, low. “One.” “Two.” Then a hand under my shoulder, raising it like I’ve still got something left. I can’t speak. Can’t move. My core’s still trying to remember how to breathe. This isn’t about winning. It’s about proving something — and not for me.
Damien
He’s pliable now. Not broken. Just ready. I move behind him, slip an arm under his chin and tighten the lock. Rear choke — firm and practiced. No showboating. The other arm cinches the hold and draws him back, just enough. I want control, not collapse. His breathing is fast at first, sharp against my forearm. Then it slows. I feel the rhythm shift — shallow, spaced. No panic. Just giving in. “Let it fade, Davey. You’ve earned the rest.
Leo
I crouch at his side, elbows resting on my knees. I watch his chest rise, slower now. The flex is gone. The fight is almost out. “No shame. But now you know.”
Davey
The squeeze comes slow — not to choke, but to hush. I can feel my pulse between my teeth. Breathing’s mechanical now. My arms are heavy. My chest is still moving — barely. The light pulls back. The mat tilts sideways. It’s not panic. It’s quiet. I’m not giving in. I’m just… done. Then nothing.
Leo
He slumps. Damien lays him back like a trophy that doesn’t need polishing. No bruises. No blood. Just spent muscle and lessons learned. We stand over him. Breathing steady.
Damien
There’s nothing left to say. We watch his chest twitch once. Twice. Abs still visibly trying to clench even in sleep. Finished.
Davey
I’m not aware of anything — not voices, not lights, not the ring. But my body keeps reacting. My abs twitch once. Then again. Random pulses — like nerves still bracing for a strike that already landed. My jaw is tight. My hands curl slightly, then fall still again. My breath is shallow. Rhythmic. I’m out cold. But my body’s still remembering.
Leo
I crouch beside him again, eyes locked on the aftermath. The definition’s still there, even now — etched across his core, every line straining under sweat and fatigue. I drag my fingertips lightly across it. Tracing, not pressing. From just beneath the sternum down the centerline. “You can still feel the resistance…”
Damien
I kneel on the other side. Press a hand to the side of his gut — flat, then firm. I feel it twitch once under my palm. Then I lean in, close. “Funny how the hardest workers always forget how to fall.” I draw back and spit — a thick line across his abs, right over the center ridge.
Leo
I follow. Spit lands just above the navel, sliding through the sweat and down the core we dismantled. I let my knuckles drag lightly across the side one last time. “He’ll remember it. Every breath.”
Damien
We stand. Ring quiet. Then the door creaks open.
The Dominion
He steps in — tall, wide, built like reinforced steel. Plain black tee. Calm face. No emotion. He approaches without hurry. Canvas shifts beneath him as he nears. He stops beside us. Eyes sweep down to the body between us — then up again. A single nod — first to Damien. Then to Leo.
Unknown
“Help me lift him.” The voice is low, even. Damien hooks him under the arms. I grab the legs. Together, we shift Davey’s limp body upright and across the man’s shoulders.
Davey is lifted on the guy's shoulder in a fireman's carry/ All that mass, muscle, and pride — carried like nothing. His head hangs forward, arms limp, abs stretched across the enforcer’s broad back.
The Dominion
The big man adjusts his grip, turns, and walks out without another word. The enforcer adjusts once, steady and effortless, and turns toward the exit. Davey’s arms hang loose. His abs — raw, twitching, spit-slicked — stretch over the enforcer’s shoulders like a trophy draped in silence.
We don’t follow. We don’t need to. The message is already walking out.
END
Published: 2025-06-04, viewed 204 times.
JTAwesome
2026-01-24 03:25fricking super hot battle guys
AJ Connor (deleted member)
2025-06-08 16:27Damn hot! I love it when a hot guy gets his gut pounded into submission. A strong man taking a brutal beating. The best!
Tom GP
2025-06-04 20:19Wow, the Dominian came to CF just to punish Davey's abs? Now that's dedication! Major respect to Davey — sacrificing his abs for our entertainment! Phenomenal writing from every fighter involved - impressive stuff!
Apollo Dante
2025-06-05 22:17(In reply to this)
It certainly looks that way to me…both Davey and The Dominion Leo and Damien were making the debuts here. It’s tough enough facing a 2 on 1 action as Davey did….but the double teaming here was just so brutal! The Dominion were definitely on a mission…and that was to destroy him…and what a job they did on his abs here! I agree this was phenomenal and impressive from all 3! Hope we see more from this sadistic duo but I would like to see how Davey does in 1 on I action. Thanks for adding this here!
Davey F
2025-06-04 21:41(In reply to this)
Glad you enjoyed it!