Brutal Brawls

LoboFighter24: As i walk into the press room behind the stage, i readjust my shirt collar. It was stiff, starched white, and tighter than the wraps around my knuckles before a fight. I walk behind the stage curtain, and Callum's already there, standing near the edge of the curtain, peering through the gap at the reporters. I shoot a smirk at you, "been waiting for this" i think to myself as the last time we saw each other i had lost to you. I walk up beside you, lean against the wall, and glance at you. I exhale sharply, watching as the stage manager gives us a silent ten-second countdown with his fingers. "see you out there Boss" i tease as i slam my shoulder into yours on my way past. As i walk out onto the stage, i feel the warm lights on my skin and hear the clicking of cameras, my jaw clenches slightly as i walk up to the desk and sit down, Looking back at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. I adjust my mic and lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

Callum_Forrest: G1 3 weeks away from begging. That we wanted try something new this year and to give a trial we decided to have. Pre G1 match me my self and lobbo have meet in compertion couple years back as we wait go out I can see lobo leaning against wall the match being played on screen https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/78051 , introductions are made you look at me see me waiting this is long time coming “ looking smart lobbo “ you get waved on and you barge past me with you shoulder And sit down with smirk think to my self “ that how you want play it fine. I walk out sit at table this being brodcast all over world on YouTube Social media. Lights are on us and see on screen table looks big not much. Room between us than reporter

Callum_Forrest:

LoboFighter24: The mic squeals as I tap it, the sound slicing through the murmurs of the crowd like a knife. My knuckles brush against the cold metal of the desk. The reporters are a blur of hungry eyes and poised pens, but I keep mine locked on him. I stretch my arms out and lean back and over near you, "Bet you didn’t think I’d show up after last time," I whisper in your ear. I then quickly sit up straight, adjusting my cuffs just to give my hands something to do, something to keep them from curling into fists right here on live television. "So, Who's gonna ask the first question?" I say loudly, directing it at the room. I grin as I see the reporters shuffle forward slightly, eager. "Sally here, Lobo." A voice rings out. "Same question everyone wants answered, why’d you accept to join the G1 tournament?" I chuckle, glancing at you before answering, "There are many reasons, Sally, but mainly to settle old scores" I laugh "theres many great opponents in this tournament and as we saw last year, anything can happen." I then look at you then at Sally "But if i had to pick one reason, I joined because Callum here still owes me a rematch." I lean back again, crossing my legs at the ankle this time, "and I always collect what I’m owed."

Callum_Forrest: We sit down and you really posing for the press as camera are taking photos you ask did I think you show. Up and I laugh to me self “ better late than ever “ sally ask you a question and you answer before I ask for question i add to you coment “ lobbo amazing talent great fight great guy this year is packed with unique talent lobbo fits right in I guess at losing “ looks over at you. Wrestling talk radio mark : “ Callum for you G1 as competitor and as runner how you feel about this one. ? Second what made you accept a match against lobbo 3 weeks before start ? “ briefly pause adjust mic. “ no one knew last year how big G1 would be would it would it be worth it.. it was only decided late August. That we doing again. The reply been of the charts. And it going be of charts “ pauses “ with lobbo and this match. We wanted to do something new and press conferences will be part of G1 this time and. We want test it and lobbo wants his ass kicked again by me aint that right lobbo “ turn me head with smile on me face

LoboFighter24: As Callum speaks, i cant help but smirk, shifting in my seat. The leather creaks under me, the sound drowned out by the murmurs of the press. My fingers drum against the desk, the rhythm erratic. I glance at the screen behind us, where our last match plays on loop. My jaw tightens at the sight of me hitting the mat, Callum’s boot planted on my chest. "you won" I lean forward, elbows on the table, mic catching my low chuckle. "But, I also remember you limping outta that ring, champ" I tilt my head, eyes narrowing. "Three weeks ain’t enough time for you to recover from what I’m gonna do to you this time around." i say with a smirk, leaning back as the crowd erupts into murmurs. Wrestling talk radio mark : "Lobo, seems like you're confident in your rematch against Callum, but what about the rest of the G1 competitors?" I smirk, rolling my shoulders. "Confident? Nah. I’m fucking certain" I let the words hang, watching the reporters scribble furiously. "But let’s not get it twisted, I didn’t come back just for Callum. The G1’s full of talented bastards, and I plan on leaving every single one of ‘em in the dust."

Callum_Forrest: Listen to you reply and part me getting bit heated the match was brutal jn first time round and neither left un harmed Turn. Side way to face you “ you and I changed our styles from last time let’s say neither us frightend to go to extreme. “ laughs as look at screen as Callum driver on you shown “ lobbo im going hurt you in this match. And won’t worry about doing it.. turn face the reporters sally reporter “ Callum. Do you think this match going be. Rough or civil “. “ laughs i dont think we going to go easy on eachother this long time coming. And someone got a chip on his shoulder no doubt about it Who ever picks up the win may have huge momentum heading into G1

LoboFighter24: I smirk and lick my lips as you speak. I listen to the question and your answer, but my fingers drum faster against the desk. The reporters' pens scratch against their pads, filling the silence between us. My knee bounces under the table. The screen behind us cuts to a slow-motion replay of my Irish whipping you into the turnbuckle last year, your ribs slamming against the steel. I let out a slow exhale. "I know you asked Callum, Sally," I lean forward, interrupting the next question. "But lemme tell you something, civil ain't in our vocabulary." My voice drops low, the mic barely catching it. "We both know what kind of match this is gonna be, the kind that makes people look away and lean in at the same damn time." I look at you, dead-on, and flex my fingers. "And yeah, I got a chip on my shoulder, but it ain't just about last time. It's about every damn time I’ve had to hear about Callum the Champ while I was off fighting in other promotions and tournament circuits."

Callum_Forrest: Never notice before but you fidgeting a. Bit and taping and question not getting ask think we have an our own things to say I listen carefully to you last statement leans forward bring mic close to me. “ so you basically saying you jel of sucess i had all over where you done ok but found it more harder right lobbo “ Looks firey glare at you “ ECW. Come round and you silent then come alive. It ok jobbers are good guys like jobber including me perfect rag dolls “ pauses for a second “ let me ask you a question you really think you can handle me in this fight. You think you stand a chance. I coming to hurt you and you just adding fuel to fire lobbo I respect you and what you done but when comes to bell time. Pure beef “. Laughs “ it ok aint it summer time for Australia laughs “. Mark “ Callum what match will this be ? “ thinks “ good question was thinking this be freindly think that goes out window what you say jobber no hold bared match “ ? Wait for you answer

LoboFighter24: I listen to Callum’s words, my fingers freezing mid-tap against the desk. The air between us crackles like live wire, and for a second, all I hear is the static hum of the mic and the blood rushing in my ears. My smirk doesn’t waver, but my teeth grind together so hard I swear I taste enamel. "Jealous?" I repeat, slow, deliberate, like I’m savoring the word before spitting it back out. I lean in, close enough to see the reflection of the stage lights in Callum’s pupils. "Nah, champ. Jealousy’s for kids who can’t take what they want." I let that linger, then tilt my head toward the screen, where footage of me suplexing him through a table flickers. "But you’re right about one thing .... I Did go quiet in ECW. Know why? Because I was busy learning how to break men like you." I lean back, rolling my shoulders until the joints pop. "And trust me, three weeks is plenty of time to remind you." i begin to scan the room, watching as reporters shuffle closer, hanging on every word. "As for the match type" I pause, "No holds barred?" I laugh, low and rough. "Callum, I was hoping you’d say that." I say with a grin, flicking my gaze back to him. Another reporter, a younger guy, jumps in. "Lobo, if you win, what does that mean for your G1 run?" I smirk still looking at Callum. "Means I’ll have momentum, sure—but mostly?" I crack my neck. "Means I get to watch Callum limp into that tournament knowing exactly who owns him."

Callum_Forrest: I listen very carefully what you have to say and tension is rising. And feel you words and this has been eye opening for me as this was ment to be a warm up no hard feelings but it clear you held a grudge for 2 years hear you last coment snd i now give you my full attention take the mic out the holder on table and. Looks in you direction “ lobbo say what you want you coming fight good I love to fight. Biter man. I see before me and moaning bitch as well as”. Stand up and people can see this press conference may have got out hand “ you saying you going make sure I am hurt heading into tournament if that case i going make sure you head there a broken mess “ you want a scrap you got one but be careful what you wish for “.

LoboFighter24: My chair scrapes back as I stand, slow, deliberate. The reporters' murmurs fade into white noise. Callum's words hang between us "broken mess" and I can almost feel the phantom ache of his boot on my chest from two years ago. The screen behind us flickers to a close-up of my face mid-pin, eyes wide, veins popping. I don't blink. "Grudge?" I say, voice low like gravel under tires. "Nah, Callum. Grudges are for weak men who can't finish what they started." I sand and walk towards you, meeting you face to face, inches apart. "You think I'm scared of you? You think I care about your G1 run?" I step closer, so close I can see the sweat starting to bead at his hairline. "I'm not here to fight you." I pause, letting the silence stretch until someone drops a pen. "I'm here to end you." i say as my face gets closer to yours, staring into your eyes. "You wanna talk broken? Let's talk about that time I cracked three of your ribs with a lariat. Let's talk about how you couldn't lift your arms for a week after our match." The mic picks up my breath, ragged. "You won on paper Callum. But we both know who left that ring stronger." I challange holding my ground as our chests are touching. The younger reporter stammers out another question, but it's lost in the electricity between us.

Callum_Forrest: See you stand have a mic in me hand i stand as well press conference broke down Big style yoi walk up to me and we face to face eyes to eyes. Puts the mic on table as can hear you and threat of you end me i hear it and this aint just match this is a fight. Reporters trying get a question “ Jesus heard a thing called a mint laughs. Puts my forehead on yours so the intensity gets more “ im going break you in half. As talk security get in. As looks like we going go there snd then I will finish what started 2 years ago I promise this not only promise you be left worst of than last time “. You know lot changed since then yiu got more aggressive so have. I if they going tune into. A pro wrestling match. They. Better Go watch wwe this be a fight. Gazing into you eye brows

LoboFighter24: I press my forehead into yours harder, smirking as I hear the cameras clicking like a swarm of crickets. "Break me?" I chuckle, low and rough. "Callum, you couldn’t break a biscuit." The security guard’s hand lands on my shoulder, but I shrug him off without breaking eye contact. The mic lies forgotten on the table, but we don’t need it now. The whole room’s leaning in, holding their breath. "Two years," I mutter, my breath hot against his face. "Two years I’ve waited to wipe that smug look off your face." I grunt as another security guard grabs my arm, but I yank it free, stepping closer until were practically on each other's toes. "You want a fight?" I hiss. "How about right fucking now?" i challange, my hands twitching at my sides. The reporters are scribbling furiously, some even standing on their chairs to get a better view.

Callum_Forrest: Tense as picked up and security trying to calm us down And we pushing them of cammera rolling the flashes can be seen we right in on eachother and even before you say you last part i take me jacket. Throw it on table and tie “ yoi wanna fight right now let’s do it “. Stand back snd send right hand punch to you face. Boom. Looking see you reaction

LoboFighter24: The punch lands square on my jaw, snapping my head sideways, But i stand my ground, shaking it off with a grin. "That all you got?" I spit at you. The reporters scramble back, chairs screeching across the floor like startled birds. Security lunges between us, but I shove them aside, my vision tunneling onto Callum. My knuckles ache to return the favor, but I hold back. "You always were quick to throw the first punch," I taunt, rolling my shoulders. "Too bad you never learned how to throw the last one." i grunt still grinning as my saliva drips down your cheek. Security guards grab me again, their hands like vices around my biceps, but I don't resist i play into it before throwing one at you. As he falls towards you i step forward pushing him into you, knocking you back as i lunge forward throwing a heavy right hand to your chin.

Callum_Forrest: Security getting between us and we now pushing them back this about to explode in here and clear you pissed by my punch. Grin but you returning to punch but instead you push guard at me and full back I make sure security guard safe take me attention away from you and you. Lunge at me with punch to me chin Agh. Shakes head and. Security try get to me and pull me away from shakes head then lunges at you try take you down mounts you throws punches at you face and head

LoboFighter24: The world tilts sideways as Callum tackles me to the ground, the impact rattling my teeth. The hardwood stage floor bites into my back through the thin fabric of my dress shirt, but I barely register the pain. His fists rain down, left, right, left. The crowd’s screams are a distant ocean roar. I buck my hips, throwing him off balance just enough to wrap my legs around his waist and flip us. Now I’m on top, pinning his wrists to the floor with my knees. "Still punching like a little bitch," I grunt, grinning down at him before leaning in and headbutting you square between the eyes.

Callum_Forrest: Ontop you send punches left right and you taunts distract me and. Start to go heavier this time looking really bust you pretty face you wraps you legs round me waist and flip me over i land on me back agh you quick mount me and. Leans on wrist try break free next thing I see you head and you head butt me hard on eyes agh room a daze agh fuck

LoboFighter24: I grin and grunt as i feel your nose crack under my forehead, your warm blood splattering across my face like cheap war paint. The metallic tang fills my mouth as i lick my lips. The reporters are a chorus of gasps and scrambling feet, but all i hear is the pulse thundering in my ears. I lean down close enough for our sweat to mingle. "Hurts don't it?" I growl, watching your pupils dilate from the headbutt. My knuckles hover over your throat, itching to close around it, but the goddamn security finally gets their act together, their hands yanking me backward by the collar, my dress shirt ripping at the seams. "You got lucky," I spit as they haul me upright, your blood on my forehead dripping onto my teeth. "Wait till there's no one to pull me off you bitch."

Callum_Forrest: Head butt landed hard on me nose and not first time prob won’t be last time cracked it blood comes out. You. Hanging over me dazed you covered in me blood you sweat pour onto me the security finally break us apart and seperate us i stand 6 guards between us. Breathing heavy grabs the mic of the table “ that best you got. Glares at you. I have wolf instincts I love taste me own blood turns me on so much. That I will make sure you entire body covered in blood by time finish with. “ pauses “ the match is no hold bared. No count out. Pinfall count anywhere. Im coming end yiu “ yt.

LoboFighter24: The taste of copper floods my mouth his blood, or mine, I can't tell anymore either way im hard and ready for war. My shirt hangs torn open, the collar shredded from where security dragged me off, and my chest heaves like a bellows. Callum’s across the stage, wiping his busted nose with the back of his hand, his eyes burning holes through me. The reporters have lost their damn minds. Some filming on phones, others shouting questions neither of us will answer. "Wolf instincts?" I bark out a laugh, "Im the Alpha here" I spit onto the stage floor, the red splatter painting the wood between us. My tongue swipes across my teeth, savoring the iron tang. "You like blood?" I growl, shrugging off the last security guard's grip. "Then you’re gonna fucking love what I do to you in three weeks." I growl as i lunge forward again, hands outstretched like claws, only for security to hold me back again.

Callum_Forrest: Listening to you and you coments just wild me up more you lunge at me but security grabs hold you. Both side they let there guard down. I jump on table runs at you and. Body splashes you down with the security Snd mounts you send me own head butt to you face and nose security coming out and now they get us of eachother i move of stage “ you dead man lobo you going regret that move punk “ move back stage and security are. Between us and we kept apart

LoboFighter24: The world tilts as Callum’s body slams into me, crushing me against the hardwood stage. Security guards scramble beneath us like panicked ants, their shouts muffled under the weight of our frenzy. His forehead crashes into my nose and the pain explodes behind my eyes in a burst of white-hot stars. Blood gushes hot and thick, coating my lips, my chin, dripping onto the stage like a fucked-up Pollock painting. I grin through the crimson mess, my teeth stained pink. "That the best you got, you bastard?" I wheeze, bucking my hips to throw him off, but the security finally wins, hauling us apart like rabid dogs. My vision swims, but I lock onto Callum’s silhouette as he’s dragged toward the exit, his dress shirt hanging off one shoulder, torn at the seams and blood down his face. "Run, bitch!" I shout, spitting a wad of blood onto the polished wood. "Ill see you soon Callum ... Security wont save you next time."

Callum_Forrest: Back stage and cleaned up. And I have. More question than answer a simple press conference turned into full out brawl. And it broke out everywhere and all over social media talks to freind who come in check on me “ what the hell was that about. 2 years since last match and he got bigger problem with me than he let on. , he going be wheeled out into amberlance when done “ cleaned up changed into me normal clothes goed to leave the building still questions and dont know how react head to hotel

LoboFighter24: The hotel sink’s porcelain is ice-cold under my palms as I lean over it, watching pink-tinged water swirl down the drain. My reflection in the mirror is a fucking mess ... but I'm still smirking. Callum’s blood is crusted in the creases of my knuckles, and my nose throbs in time with my pulse. I spit again, the metallic tang lingering like a promise. Three weeks. Three weeks, and that pretty-boy champion won’t be walking out of the ring on his own two feet. My phone buzzes nonstop on the counter ... probably my manager losing his shit, but I ignore it, flexing my fingers until the scabs split fresh. Pain’s just a reminder: I left pieces of myself in that press room today, but I took more from him. Back in my hotel room, the silence presses in like a weight. No reporters, no cameras, just the ghost of Callum’s breath against my face, the way his pupils dilated when my forehead cracked his nose wide open. I flick on the TV just in time to catch the replay: our brawl looping on every sports channel, my torn shirt flapping as I lunged for him like a rabid dog. The commentators are already calling it "career suicide" or some bullshit. Fuck ‘em. They don’t know what it’s like to want something so bad you can taste it like blood in your teeth.

Callum_Forrest: The press conference has hit the headlines everywhere. A match that was ment to be freindly one broke out into brawl Rules set in place where we ain’t allowed to touch eachother till fight or face fines arrives at building fight day been training hard and rough for weeks here for one reason end lobo tonight interview stops me as enters building “ Callum how you feeling about tonight any thought ? “ smirks at him and just walk to Locke room aint here to talk im here to fight gets ready for the match

LoboFighter24: It's been a wild couple of days as the press conference went viral, its made headlines worldwide ... "What a way to start the G1 tournament" my coach tells me as we step into the lockers. I grin in response as i start to strip. I look at myself I the floor-length mirror and think fuck yeah, I look jacked and ready to go. I change into my tight black squares and matching boots. I continue grinning as I recall the press conference and the way we let loose.

Callum_Forrest: Ready time come and it go time walks to curtain. “ the following contest is a NHB MATCH PRE G1 match. Introducing first from Romford England he weight in 169 lbs he is the prince of pace he is Callum Forrest “

Callum_Forrest: walks out to stage starts to walk to ring and claps fans hand serious look on me face and fans chanting looking at me i roll in ring climb turnbuckle climbs down take me jacket off and puts outside goed corner waits for yoy

LoboFighter24: I leave the lockers as i hear the crowd erupt when callums’s music hits. I smirk, rolling my shoulders as his theme fades into static. The hallway smells like adrenaline. My fists clench, knuckles still split from the press conference and I relish the sting. Three weeks I’ve waited for this. My music drops. The bass rattles my ribs as I step into the floodlights. The crowd roars .... half boos, half cheers but I don't give a fuck. I stalk down the ramp, eyes locked on Callum, already pacing the ring like a caged animal. He's glaring through the ropes, jaw set, nostrils flared like he can already smell the blood we're about to spill. The announcer booms, "AND HIS OPPONENT... fighting out of Sydney, Australia ... Standing at 175 cm and weighing in at 85 kg ... THE ALPHA OF THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE ... LLLLLLOOOOOOOBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOO!" I leap onto the apron, flexing my lats, letting the crowd see my muscles and hairy pits dripping with sweat. The referee tries to pat me down, but I shove past him, stepping through the ropes without breaking eye contact with you.

Callum_Forrest: You entrance is set and you introduced and we set eyes on eachother the looks isn’t broken we both eager to get at eachother and this time there be no break up this time this fight going get tougher brutal … You step in ring and push ref out the way and im right there to meet You face to face chest to chest glaring at you eyes

LoboFighter24: I grunt as we meet centre ring, i step closer my boots stepping on yours, my hairy sweaty chest pressing against yours. The heat of your breath hits my face, your forehead presses against mine, neither of us breaking eye contact. The tension is thick, the crowd's roar fades into white noise, all i can hear is your heartbeat hammering against your ribs. My fingers twitch at my sides, itching to grab your throat, to slam you into the mat and feel your bones crack beneath me. My nostrils flare as i inhale your scent. "Ready to be mine, pretty boy?" I whisper, my lips curling into a sneer so close they brush against yours. The Ref steps in and pulls us apart, but I stay locked onto you like a predator scenting blood.

Callum_Forrest: We are not broke away from eachoyher the ref trying to break us apart and I shout. At him “ just ring the bell and start this fight before we start it before the bell goes stayed locked on at you “ im ready break you and finish you off worst than last time bro “

LoboFighter24: I grin and lick my lips, tasting the sweat already pooling at the corners of my mouth. The anticipation coils in my gut, humming with electricity. Callum’s pulse thrums visibly under his jawline, rapid-fire. I lean in until our lips brush and exhale sharply through my nose. “Last time I checked,” I murmur, voice low enough to vibrate through his teeth, “you were the one limping out of ECW.” The ref finally yanks us apart, his hands trembling against my shoulders. "Fuck this" the ref yells before ringing the bell, and the crowd erupts. I don’t blink .... I just lunge forward locking up with you like a fucking rabid dog. My fingers dig into your trapezius muscles, nails scraping sweat-slick skin as I try to push you back into your corner.

Callum_Forrest: The ref ring the bell and we lock up and the fight start rough and tough. Pushes back you trying to push me to corner i do same and pulls you into me looking pull you to ropes all ref can do is watch. Dig me finger nails into you shoulder trying pushing you rough and getting harder back forth neither giving in

LoboFighter24: My muscles scream as we grind against each other, neither giving an inch. Your nails bite into my shoulders, but the pain just fuels me. The crowd's roar is a distant thunder, but all I hear is your ragged breathing, the creak of the ropes as we strain against them. I jerk my knee up, aiming for your ribs with a dirty shot. "moan for me Callum," I growl into your ear, slick with sweat.

Callum_Forrest: Lose battle of the opening you push me hard wnd you slams me knee into me ribs agh double over cry in pain agh cheep shot try to move away from you agh fuck. Ribs kill already

LoboFighter24: The sound of your gasp fills my ears like music. I don't let up. My hands clamp down on the back of your neck, forcing you to stay bent over while my knee drives deeper into your ribs. "Good Callum already grunting for me," I sneer, feeling your body tremble against mine. I growl to the crowd before dragging you up by your hair, making sure you see the twisted glee in my eyes. "Tell me ..... " I slam my forehead into yours "Whose fucking ring is this?"

Callum_Forrest: You taunting me like me and you pull mw up by my hair and obvious the knee hit me hard on me knee agh but you pull me up by my hair and you slam you head into mine agh fall down in pain agh guy got nasty straight out bat

LoboFighter24: The impact of my forehead against yours sends a jolt through my skull, but the pain is nothing compared to the rush of seeing you crumple to the mat. "Don’t tell me you’re done already." i roar, my voice drowning out the crowd’s shocked gasps. My fingers knot tighter in your hair, yanking you upright again before you can even catch your breath, slamming my fist into your face. Your head snaps back as i let you go, falling back onto the canvas. I stand over you, chest heaving, watching your fingers twitch against the mat. "You wanted blood, Callum," I sneer, flexing both my biceps, letting sweat drip onto your chest as i slam my boot onto your ribcage, slowly applying pressure until you groan.

Callum_Forrest: You heqdbutt catches me off guard you lift me up by my hair agh and already in pain you send nasty punch to me face agh knocke me back down shaking me head I didn’t expect a brutal start to match before could responde a kick to me rib cage agh. Scream in pain. As you keep you foot there i moan as you puts pressure on it agh kicking me feet agh

LoboFighter24: The whimper that escapes your lips when I grind my boot deeper into your ribs sends an almost electric current down my spine. You writhe beneath me, your fingers scrambling against the mat like you're looking for purchase, but there's none to be found. I can feel the give of your ribcage under my heel, the way your breath hitches when I shift my weight just right. You're trying to twist away, kicking your legs like a pinned animal, but I just lean in harder, letting the crowd's jeers fuel me. "Louder," I snarl, watching your face contort. "Let ‘em all hear what happens when you talk shit you can’t back up." I roar as I lift my foot and slam it down again, this time aiming for your gut. The way you curl around the impact, coughing spit onto the canvas, makes my pulse hammer in my throat. "This is what you signed up for, pretty boy," I remind you, crouching low to grab a fistful of your hair again, dragging your face up to mine as i spit. "No ref to save you. No rules to hide behind. Just me." I taunt as i irish whip you into the turnbuckle with a sickening crack.

Callum_Forrest: You apply more presssurr to me rib cage make gag for air agh you fat foot on me ribs agh then you kick me in gut but you making mistake and you keep taunting me as you grabs me hair ro me foot You spit in me face and taunt me warning me. Before you you could do next move i send hard kick to you rib area and if works goes for hard elbow followed by head but to centre of you face. Hope to get break

LoboFighter24: "AAAAAGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRHHHH!" My roar drowns out the crowd as Callum's boot connects with my ribs. The pain explodes across my side, forcing me back a step as i watch you scramble to your feet. My ribs scream in protest, but i grin through the fire spreading through my torso. You lunge forward, your elbow aimed for my jaw but i duck under it at the last second, your momentum carrying you past me. My fingers clamp around your wrist pulling your closer as you headbutt me square in the face. Stars burst behind my eyes as blood gushes from my nose. The metallic tang floods my mouth as i stagger back, shaking my head before spitting a glob of blood at you as i lunge forward and wrap both arms around your waist, bearhugging you tightly, "You hit hard for a twink." I growl, squeezing tighter feeling your ribs groan under the pressure as i aim a knee for your gut while lifting you off the ground slightly.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Get couple moves in you catch me and tighten a bare hug on me you bloody got some impact agh you squeeze me tight agh cry out the kick hit me hard early already on me ribs wgy you lift me of ground and send kick to abs agh fall down. Holding me abs agh

LoboFighter24: "How's that feel, champ?" I snarl as i watch you crumple to the mat, curling around your battered ribs. I wipe my bloody nose with the back of my hand and lick the crimson off my knuckles. The sting of your kick still burns across my ribs, but it's nothing compared to the thrill of seeing you broken beneath me. "Can't breathe?" I mock, slamming my boot into your side again. The wheeze that escapes your lips is music to my ears. "Not so tough without your precious security, huh?" I crouch down, gripping your jaw, flipping you onto your back, pressing my thumb into the hollow of your throat. "I told you," I growl, leaning close enough to taste the fear on your breath, "you're mine tonight."

Callum_Newman_Forrest: The pain in me body think I have. Broken rib from abuse you attacked on it .. you kick me in side again taunting yoi downfall you get in me face holding me neck i grabs hold you hand. And try pry them apart but you grip to good. I have one opertunity and I hate doing this but you want rough you got it slams me boot at you balls snd try and get you off me blood dripping from me mouth hope this break you hold

LoboFighter24: "AAAAGGGRRRRRRRRHHHH!!!" i roar as your boot slams square into my balls. My grip on your throat slackens just enough for you to twist free. I fall to my knees as you get to yours, the pain spreading through my pelvis. Through the haze, I see you scrambling away, clutching your ribs, blood dripping from your mouth onto the canvas. I shake my head, spitting another glob of crimson onto the mat. My nose throbs where you headbutted me, and my ribs burn from your kick earlier. But none of that compares to the fire in my crotch. "Cheap... fucking... shot..." I growl through gritted teeth, pushing myself up using the ropes. Locking eyes with you again, "You don't look so good, Callum." i grunt as i lunge forward, slamming my bloody chest against yours, pinning you against the turnbuckle as my hands claw at your bruised ribs.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: I get up and dam i took some bad hit in fight so far you know it i dont know if blood. Internal or you caught my lip just know I am hurting dont take you long to recover you comes at me try to pin me jn corner i move out the way last second you taste nothing but turn buckle steps back couple steps before lunging goes for hard drop kick to you back into turnbuckle bam

LoboFighter24: The turnbuckle explodes against my spine as your dropkick lands with brutal precision, sending my ribcage crashing into the unforgiving metal. I slump forward, as I hear the crowd erupt. I push myself up, using the ropes for leverage, my knuckles turning white against the tensile fabric. My lips curled in a sneer. "That all you got?" I rasp, wiping my mouth with a trembling hand. The adrenaline drowns out the throbbing in my ribs, as you stagger back. I don’t give you the distance, i lunge forward as my hand snaps out, fingers twisting into your damp brown hair. Yanking you forward until our foreheads touch again. Blood smears between us, hot and sticky. "You fight dirty," I murmur, grinding my hips against yours, making sure you feel every ounce of my weight. "But so do I." I grunt as i slam my knee into your ribs again as i try to push you backwards into the ropes.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Know you going for powerbomb and know you going hit hard I moves out you way be for you could catch me send 4 kick to you ribs area. Jumps on middle rope and goes for elbow drop pn top you forehead. Looking take you down but I’m hurting bad. “ what you big mouth got say now birch “

LoboFighter24: The fourth kick hits like a freight train, reverberating through my already battered ribs. I wheeze, tasting copper as blood froths at the corner of my mouth. Your sneering voice cuts through the fog and then the world tilts as you leap onto the middle rope. I barely have time to raise my arms before your elbow crashes down onto my forehead. Suddenly, I'm staring at the rafters, the arena lights blurring into white streaks till i see you looming over me, your chest heaving. I growl as i throw my thick, hairy legs up and scissors them around your left leg, rolling us both sideways till I'm on top, pinning you with my full weight. "Big mouth says..." I pant, grinding my pelvis down to keep you trapped, slick with our mingled sweat.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: You lock uou legs round me leg and takes me down and we roll and you get ontop me and crash me send elbow to you face and head looking take you off me and get of me bam bam. Try get ontop you and mount you

LoboFighter24: The moment your elbow connects with my temple, Pain blooms behind my eyes. My instinct keeps my thighs clamped around your leg like a vice. You thrash beneath me, bucking your hips, trying to dislodge me, but I grind my weight down harder, pressing your spine into the mat. My fingers dig into your sweat-slick shoulders as I shift my hips, trapping one of your arms beneath my thigh. "Stay down," I snarl, spitting blood onto your cheek. "You wanted rough, Callum," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "Now you're gonna take it." i roar, pressing my forehead against yours, smearing crimson across your face as our sweat mingles.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: The pressure you on me and holding me down is hurting much we already beat the shit out a eachother i leans head up and like bateriring rang i smashes me head into you face and head does 2 more time to get you off me if works try get up try goes for knee to you face “ you pain just starting bitch”

LoboFighter24: The impact of Callum's forehead smashing into mine feels like a grenade detonating between us. My vision swims, but I refuse to let go, my thighs clamping tighter around your leg. You headbutt me a second time, and I taste fresh blood, mine or yours, I can't tell. The third strike cracks my nose sideways. As I roar, finally releasing my grip as you scramble up, your knee driving into my jaw. Pain explodes like fireworks behind my eyes, but I roll with the impact, twisting onto all fours as you stagger back. I push myself up, slowly. My tongue probes the bloody gap and grins. "That the best you got Callum" I grunt as i stand straight, leaning against the turnbuckle, wiping the blood off my chin with the back of my hand, smearing crimson across my jaw. I step forward, testing my balance as the crowd roars. I lunge forward and grab you, yanking you off balance as i grab your wrist. My other hand shoots out, fingers digging into your ribs where I’ve been targeting you all night before driving my knee into your gut again.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: The fight is harder than I thought and I gushed top me eye open from head butt but this guy is showing his mma skill as he know how to take strikes uou send a claw into me battered ribs you go for kick to me abs i grabs knee send right kick to you thigh 4 times and try leg sweep you

LoboFighter24: "UGH" I growl as your foot connects with my thigh, each time i growl louder. The pain ripples through my muscles but I lock my legs stiff, refusing to buckle. Your fourth kick sends a tremor through my stance, but I dig my boots into the mat, knuckles strain against the ropes. When you dart low for the sweep, I leap upwards holding and leaning on the ropes just enough to let your leg pass slightly under me. Before crashing down with all 85 kilos onto your leg mid-swing.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: You take me leg shot and I can’t get break you take like a pro agh and next thing I know miss me shot and you fall you weight down on me leg agh cry out in pain agh roll around in pain roll out the ring

LoboFighter24: I rise slowly, savoring the way you clutch at your ankle outside the ring, veins bulging in your neck as you scream. I stand fully now, stretching my arms wide as I prowl toward the ropes. I grunt as i grab and vault over the top rope, aiming to slam my full weight onto your twisted leg.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Uou come over top rope and slam me leg more i move lasy second and hope you hit nothing but concrete floor roll to me feet if goes plan send hard boot to you face

LoboFighter24: I miss the concrete by inches, my ribs screaming as I roll through the impact. The crowd's gasp is deafening, but all I hear is the scrape of Callum's boots scrambling behind me. I twist just in time to see his foot flying toward my face, too late to block. I hit the ground again "That all you got, princess?" I rasp, as i spit on your boots, as i twist and grab your ankle in a vise grip, jerking you closer. My other hand claws up your body, leaving streaks of sweat and blood on your thighs. I rise to meet you, chest-to-chest again as i mash my bloody face against yours while i wrap my arms around your waist, locking you in my bear hug.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: The kick had great feel behind it and you trying stop me attack but I send repeated kicks to you ribs it connects i grabs you head and lift you to you feet the anger in me raises goes to slam you face into metal ring post 3 times

LoboFighter24: I flex may arms crushing you harder as you kick me ribs but I refuse to let go. Every breath you take is agony as my arms tighten around your ribs. I can feel your ribs creaking under my hold but you keep fighting. Your kicks are weak now, barely making me flinch as I tighten my grip. Stopping you from reaching ring post.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Trapped in you bear hug agh cry out in pain ouch of you squeeze drain life out me cry out my body crying out to stop and quit but I can’t send elbows to you head over and over

LoboFighter24: I grunt as i squeeze tighter, feeling your body against mine. "Fucker your enjoying this aren't you" i taunt as i feel you bulge press against mine. You retaliate with elbows but I tighten my grip, ribs creaking under my hold. You whimper as i smirk, grinding my bulge into yours. "Moan for me Callum" i growl before one of your elbow strikes my temple and I loosen my grip throwing you off me as i shake my bloody head.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Uou let go byt breathing heavy dam dangerous bear hug hurting i run at fan barricade and. Goes for flying drop kick to you bloody head moving ALOT slower from damage took. Im covered in blood This match been brutal

LoboFighter24: "UGH FUCKERRRR" i growl as your foot connects with my skull, sending me stumbling back into the barricade opposite you. Blood pours down my face as I brace myself against the barricade, fingers digging into the padded edge. My vision swims, the arena lights fracturing into jagged streaks as I shake my head, spraying crimson droplets across the mat. I see you covered in our mixed blood and i smile showing my teeth, blood dripping from my chin onto my hairy chest. "You're gonna have to hit harder than that Callum" I grunt as i push off the barricade, staggering forward, my legs trembling under my weight but still holding me up. My ribs scream with every breath, and my crotch still throbs from your earlier cheap shot, but I shake it off. "You wanna play dirty?" I growl, lunging forward body slamming you back into barricade holding you tight against me, pressing my forehead into yours again. Smearing our blood together as my hands claw at your battered ribs. "Then let's get dirty."

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Hurting and man i cant keep you down me whole body hurting you push me against barricade and cry out in pain agh you whole weight be against me you grabs me ribs cry out agh agh try pry you hand away agu

LoboFighter24: The sound of your ribs creaking under my grip sends a sick thrill through me, your breath coming in shallow gasps against my chest. I press harder, feeling your body tremble. The barricade digs into your back as I lean my full weight against you. Blood drips from my face onto yours. My fingers dig deeper into your battered ribs, as you cry out in pain. "Beg me to stop," I growl, pressing my forehead against yours, our sweat and blood mingling. Your hands claw at mine, but I don't relent. Leaning closer as i force a kiss on your lips, forcing my tongue into your mouth as i pin your arms against the barricade.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: You have me pinned and I can’t pry you hand away agu yiu kisses me with tongue agh try break free agh crying out our blood mix. Lasy shot I try and send a knee to you balls 2 x to get you off me

LoboFighter24: I kiss you aggressivly, forcing my tongue deep into your mouth, tasting the blood and sweat. You try to break free, but I hold you tighter against the barricade, my hands digging into your battered ribs. Your muffled cries only fuel me further. Suddenly, I feel your knee jerk up toward my groin. Once, twice i feel it as the pain explodes as i bite down on your tounge. "AGHHH!" I roar, stumbling back, clutching my aching balls falling backwards onto the fan barricade.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: You. Let go and now breathing hard you bit my tongue and more boood comes to me Agh I grabs a rope cable and puts round you throat start choking you. On fan barricade how you like that bitch

LoboFighter24: The cable bites into my throat, cutting off my roar mid-breath. My vision tunnels as my fingers scrabble at the twisted rope pressed against my windpipe. I can feel your trembling arms shaking with exhaustion behind me, hear your ragged panting as you lean your full weight into the choke. The crowd's screams warp into a distant ocean roar. My legs kick instinctively, boots slamming against the barricade, but you don’t budge. Every muscle in my body screams for oxygen, but I refuse to tap. Instead, I arch my spine violently, before throwing myself backward with all my remaining strength trying to crush you between my bulk and the unyielding metal barrier.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Choke working and feel you weakening “ that right bitch go out like bitch you are tighten up but don’t see next move coming you use all you weight and slams against me into fan barricade i cry out drop to floor in agony breathing heavy and really beat up and a bloody mess try crawl away

LoboFighter24: My vision swims back into focus as I roll onto my hands and knees. I watch you crawling away slow and unsteady. Were both bloody and hurt crawling through the wreckage of the fight. I rise slowly, watching you struggle to get distance between us. My ribs scream with every breath, but I push through it. Staggering forward, I grab a fistful of your hair, dragging you towards the apron of the ring. My grip tightens in your hair. "We ain't done." My free hand claws at your eyes before i throw you into the apron hard.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Crawling you grabs me hair agh even that not safe agh uou pick me up and take me eyes agh cant see snd you slam me back first into ring apron me back and whole body just drops in agony body is sweating and blood mixed fans right behind us been long match

LoboFighter24: I watch as you hit the apron hard, your body crumpling against the steel frame with a sickening thud. The fans behind us are screaming, some reaching out to touch us. I don’t care. All I see is you, gasping, blind, writhing in the slick mess of our blood and sweat. "Look at you," I sneer, towering over you, my ribs aching with every breath. I let out a guttural roar, "THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE!" I Lift and slam my boot down onto your ribs again once, twice all before stepping back, limping before running through the pain and throwing a Brogue Kick aiming for your jaw.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Lay in pain hardly able to move. You slams you boots onto me ribs over and over and damage done get up real slow still blurred and try find you all I feel and remmber is a kick at me me jaw send me bakc down all moving me chest eyes closed flat out cold

LoboFighter24: The world slows as my boot connects with your jaw. You don't even twitch when you hit the concrete outside the ring. I look down at you, you look like a limp ragdoll, eyes rolled back, mouth slack. Blood pools under your head in a perfect puddle. Your chest doesn't even rise. I stand there, breathing hard, ribs screaming, balls still throbbing, waiting for you to move. You don't. The crowd's gone silent. The ref's counting "one, two ..." but I already know "Three, four" The ref's hand slaps the mat. "Five" . My knees buckle .... "Six" ... My vision tunnels. "Seven ... Eight ... Nine ... TEN!!" I stumble forward collapse next to you, feeling all the pain hit me at once. My ribs feel like shattered glass, my head pounds, my balls ache. Blood drips from my nose onto your chest. The medics rush over, checking your pulse, shining lights in your eyes. Nothing. They roll you onto a stretcher and I'm left sitting there, staring at the bloodstain where your head was. My hands shake when I try to stand. Then it hits me I ended you. I watch as they take you away, the ring announcer screaming my name, the crowd chanting "LOBO" "LOBO" "LOBO" But all I hear is the ringing in my ears. I look down at my hands, covered in your blood, my blood, our blood. I can barely stand, but I force myself up, using the ropes for support. The ref then announces "WINNER BY KNOCKOUT ... LOBOOOOOOOO" I raise my fist weakly, feeling the crowd's energy wash over me.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: The fans go nuts and I wake to ANNOUcement and on stretcher get behind curtain and. I roll of it And. Stand shakey to the ramp and the war shown i slowly make. Me way down to ramp as you stand jn ring medics asking. Me not to i ingore. I climb the steps enters the ring where you are and the ring covered in blood looks over at you both broken messes fans cheer energy behind us i walk up to you and raises you arm in victory. Could been anyone fight we went though war i been told hour and 10 mins we fight for

LoboFighter24: I watch as you walk toward me, your steps unsteady but your eyes burning with something that isn't defeat. The crowd's roar fades into white noise when you grab my wrist and raise my arm. Your fingers slick with drying blood, trembling but firm. I don't resist. For the first time in an hour and ten minutes of brutality, I don't want to fight. My ribs scream when you pull me closer, our foreheads touching again in that same sick ritual, blood smearing fresh between us. "You stubborn fuck," I rasp, as we're leaning into each other, not to strike but to stay upright. "I won, but today you won my respect." I grip you closer, "But even with my respect, i still want to end you." I grunt, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a kiss, forcing my tongue past your split lips tasting the blood and sweat before pushing you away.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Yiu actions are like we about to go again I put me guard up but you words hit home this wasn’t wrestling match it was a fight “ i. Shout it aint over buddy “ you kiss me with lips and push me away and smirk i clap fans as they been amazing leave the ring goes backsl stage

LoboFighter24: My boots scrape against the mat as I stalk after Callum, my ribs screaming with every step. The crowd’s roar fades to static as I close the distance, grabbing a fistful of his hair from behind guiding you into the lockers. "You think it's over?" I snarl, Locking the door behind me "Strip." My voice is hoarse from the match, but the command leaves no room for argument.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Reach back from lockeroom and yiu grabs me hair and pull me into locker room and you voice send shiver down me spine i know what this about and I strip with you behind me

LoboFighter24: "Good boy," I growl as i watch you strip. I follow suit, tossing my boots aside. My hands roam over your battered body, tracing every bruise and cut from our war. My fingers dig into your ribs, making you gasp. "Hurts, doesn't it?" I whisper, as i step back and rip off my trunks, my cock already hard.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: You come behond me and hold me ribs and claw them agu scream in pain agh feel you cock near me agh “ yes does fucking hurt how does yours feel “ agu me own cock hard

LoboFighter24: I lick my lips as I grab you closer, "Hurts like a mother fucker," I snarl "But you both know we love it," My fingers dig into your ribs again before sliding down to your hips, pulling you back against my throbbing cock. I grind against you, feeling the heat of your skin against mine. My hands roam lower, gripping your ass roughly, kneading the bruised flesh as I press my cock between your cheeks. "Gonna make you scream louder than you did in the ring," I say as i kiss your neck, thrusting my thick cock deep inside you.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Humiliated you keep on me ribs and cry out agh l you mother fucker “ you pull me into you and you press you cock against me ass agu moans cry same time as hurt hardly able stand agh. Feel uou enter i dont fight it. Agu man you kiss me neck agh which make shiver me cock stand in attention

LoboFighter24: My fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave fresh bruises as I thrust deeper inside you, feeling the tight heat of you clenching around my cock. The sting of split skin on my knuckles makes me grit my teeth. "Hurts, huh?" I snarl as I drag my free hand up your spine, tracing the raised welts from the steel barricade, then fist your hair to yank your head back kissing you brutally all teeth and tongue, tasting our mingled blood. "You begged for this fight, now take it." My hips snap forward again, my cock buried to the hilt as I grind against your ass, the slap of skin echoing in the empty locker room.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: You fuck me raw and hard cry out agh man yiu kisses me passionate and rough agh you making sure I know I lost the fight” i going fuck you up next time they neeed a blow up for you to be back alive moans as cock leaks pre

LoboFighter24: Both moaning and crying out in pain as my cock drives deep inside you, using what strength i have left to hold you still and fuck you senseless. My lips curl into a bloody smirk as I whisper "Fuck yes Callum, take it you fucking loser" My hips snap forward again, my balls slapping against your ass as i bury myself to the hilt. I can feel your body trembling beneath mine, your muscles clenching around my thick cock as you try to resist the pleasure building inside you. But i won't let you. I grip your hips tighter, my fingers digging into the bruises i left earlier, making you whimper. "Thats right bitch, take it" I growl, thrusting harder, faster, my cock pulsing inside you as i feel my own release building. Watching in the mirror in front of us, seeing the way your face contorts in pain and pleasure as i claim you.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Agu you fucking me in rhythm and fuck hurting pain agh yiu cock feel so good and wrong agh moans deep each fuck make me cock go wild and getting close to climax agu feel good and wrong moans agh me cock explodes every where agh you fuck me wild animal agh

LoboFighter24: I feel you clench around my cock as you cum, your body spasming against mine, your moans filling the locker room. The sight of you losing control pushes me over the edge. With a growl, I bury myself deep inside you, my cock pulsing as I fill you with thick ropes of cum. "Take it all, bitch," I snarl, grinding my hips against your ass, making sure every last drop is inside you. My hands grip your hips tighter, nails digging into your skin as I hold you close, my breath ragged as i kiss you deep and rough. Flooding your hole with my cum, marking you as mine, claiming you as my victory prize. I hold you tight for a while, before pushing you off my slowly softening cock, watching my cum leak out of your abused hole. I smirk as i slap your ass hard, leaving a red handprint on your bruised skin. "Shower time Jobber" i growl as i push you towards the showers, ready for more.

Callum_Newman_Forrest: Hehe shower “ how about dinner and drink on me to loser “. Smiles and goes to shower

Callum_Newman_Forrest: End