KOTS - King Of The Streets

The Fight That Changes a Man

After some conversations Bombardier and Kad Royce agree to meet in a pro match

Bombardier

I arrive at the gym and in the locker room strip off my street clothes. I put on a jock and red squares. Then I do some warmup exercises to work up a light sweat before heading to the room. Felling ready I head to the ring and step inside, 5' 10" 196 lbs., barefoot. I begin stretching in one corner puling on the ropes a i wait.

Kad Royce

I step into the room with slow, deliberate strides, 6’2 and 203 lbs. of fight‑ready muscle. My blue‑and‑white trunks cling tight as I roll my shoulders, eyes locked on you. “You’re already warming up, Bombardier… good. I didn’t come here for a rookie.” I grip the top rope, testing its tension, then step to center ring. “Let’s see if that Canadian veteran fire still burns when you’re facing me.”

Bombardier

I watch u stride to the ring taller than i with a similar physique somewhat more cut. I nod and smirk as u make some cocky remarks toward me as we lock eyes. I move to the center and offer my hand : “Maybe I can extinguish ur flames man."

Kad Royce

I step in close; eyes locked on yours as I take your hand in a firm shake. “Extinguish my flames, huh…?” A small grin pulls at my lips. “Relax, Bombardier. Win or lose, the only thing that matters is we make this one hell of a fun fight.”

Guysmiley

Sounds like a threat!

Bombardier

We shake firmly. Then I step back , nod at ur reply and wipe my hands on my squares and raise my arms as I circle anxious to make contact . "Let’s do it man»!

Kad Royce

I lift my arms and match your stance, feet light, shoulders loose, eyes locked on you. I start circling with you, step for step, reading your balance, your breathing, the tiny shifts in your guard. “Alright, Bombardier… let’s dance.” I stay just out of reach, waiting for the slightest opening — the moment your weight leans a little too far, or your guard dips — ready to explode into the first contact.

Bombardier

We continue to circle. I can see ur subtle movements and wary eyes watching closely for any signs of attack. Both of us with slight gestures looking for body responses but seeing little. "Waltz with me Matilda" Finally we close in and lunge into a classic collar n elbow lockup, grunting and matching strength.

Buddy boy

Let's go Kad!!

Kad Royce

Your hands slam onto my shoulders and neck, the grip firm, seasoned, exactly what I expected from a veteran. Your forearms press against mine, skin hot from the warm‑up, and the impact sends a jolt through my frame.

I plant my feet, muscles tightening as I drive forward, chest and arms bracing hard. Every fiber in my back and legs fires as I try to force you toward the ropes, testing your balance, your stance, your experience. “Let’s see how long you hold that ground, Bombardier.”

Bombardier

Our feet shuffle as the lockup moves us around the ring. At first neither giving ground, our muscles tense, both sweating as we struggle. Now U start to move me back a step.

I stomp my foot and dip down and power up into u, stopping the momentum briefly but again I can feel ur strength moving me back.

As my back touches the ropes, I move my hand more to the side of ur neck, widen my stance and swing u around and lean my pecs on urs as ur broad back bends over the top rope.

Kad Royce

Your swing sends my back arching on the upper rope, the steel biting the cold through the thin padding. The shock of that stiffens my spine for a split second—just long enough for me to feel your weight exercising, trying to bend over the cable.

But I’m not staying here. I plant my wider feet, hang my right arm under your left arm in a tight hook and twist my hips hard to the side. At the same time, my left knee is moving forward, with the aim of getting stuck between your legs and breaking your position.

A clean and realistic movement that, I hope, will make me get out of the ropes and start turning you instead.

Bombardier

I can feel ur surprise as the rope bites into back. The moment doesn't last long u hook my arm twist ur body and slide ur leg between mine to negate my advantage.

Now it's my body that is reluctantly being turned. Realizing that I relax and go with it and our positions are reversed for a moment . I flex hard and deep the momentum going swinging us again. Then I pull my arms free and back away

Kad Royce

I straighten up as you break free, a low chuckle slipping out while I roll my shoulders back into stance. “Didn’t take you long to bail out of my grip, Bombardier… can’t blame you. Not the safest place to stay.” I lift my arms, feet set, body angled forward, ready to close the distance again. “Go on, catch your breath. It’s only a rain check — you’re ending up back in my hands soon enough.”

Bombardier

U let out a slight chuckle as I move back. U continue with ur mild taunts which I always ignore as I concentrate on figuring out a method to break through ur defenses. We circle again our hands, slapping lightly. I rear back as if to initiate another lockup but bend lower stepping inside and try wrapping my arm around ur head for a side headlock.

Buddy boy

Go Bombardier

Kad Royce

Your arm snaps around my head, locking tight against my jaw. My breath shortens instantly — classic veteran timing — and your shoulder drives into my chest, forcing me to brace hard. I plant my feet, wrap my arms around your waist, and power upward. I lift and twist into a standing back supplex setup, using leverage to break the headlock and force you to release or get taken over. “Not holding me there for long, Bombardier.”

Bombardier

I work the headlock pressing ur face in my pec walking u around the ring. Just as I prepare to take u over my hip and down to the mat. Ur hands slide around my waist and u easily lift my body high.

"Damn" and I am supplexed down to the mat on my shoulders and upper back. THUD!!! My back arches up. My hand reflexively goes to my back as I roll to the ropes and pull myself up . "Nice move Kad"

Kad Royce

I watch you roll to the ropes and pull yourself up, breathing steady, arms loose but ready. I don’t rush in — I take a step back and give you the space. “Get up, Bombardier. I’m not jumping a man on the mat. I want this fight clean.”

I lift my guard, feet shifting into stance, eyes locked on you again. “Come on then… your move.”

Guysmiley

Don’t let him get in your head, bombardier.

Bombardier

Shaking my head as u keep the running dialogue going. I think "Is this guy conning me?" I walk along the ropes drying my hands as I do then turn and move to the center waving u in, my arms up , knees bent.

Buddy boy

He is playing mind games Bombardier!!

Kad Royce

I mirror your stance, stepping in with my arms raised and knees loose, matching your rhythm like a shadow. No tricks, no rush — just steady pressure as I close the distance.

“Alright, Bombardier… let’s see what you’ve really got.” I extend both hands toward yours, fingers spread, inviting the classic test of strength. My chest squares up, my weight settles into my legs, ready to push the moment you commit. “Come on. Meet me in the middle.”

Bombardier

As we move toward each other ur hands extend, finger wiggling and U challenge me to a test of strength. I hesitate. “Ready if u are" as I set my feet firmly to the mat and slowly our hands interlock until we grip tightly.

Our arms high then outward as our muscular chests collide. Then I fall backward pulling u forward my foot goes to ur abs "Time for a trip Kad" I monkey flip u high over me to the canvas.

Kad Royce

I flip over you fast, the world tilting as your foot launches me. My back hits the canvas hard — a flat, echoing THUD that sends a sharp burn spreading across my spine.

The mat feels like it knocks the air out of me for a heartbeat. I grit my teeth, roll to my side, then toward the ropes. One hand grabs the middle cable, the vibration buzzing through my arm as I pull myself up, back still stinging but my stance rebuilding.

Guysmiley

Nice throw, Bomber!

Bombardier

U sail upward then crashing down. The ring shakes at ur landing. I roll to my feet quickly hoping to have gained some traction with the flip. U roll to the ropes and I follow u there .

When ur pull urself up I am on u slipping my arms around ur waist pulling u into a bearhug and away from the ropes. liftin u off the mat, my head tucked against ur shoulder and I lift u, my knuckles digging in ur spine.

Kad Royce

Your arms crush in tight and my ribs feel the squeeze instantly, breath shortening as you lift me off the mat. The pressure forces a grunt out of me, my boots kicking for balance while your grip tightens around my spine.

I bend my elbows, plant my forearms against your neck and traps, and start hammering short, sharp shots — controlled, targeted, pure ring instinct — trying to force you to loosen that bearhug just enough for me to slip free. “Not… holding me… forever, Bombardier.”

Bombardier

Our bodies meshed together, my biceps flexed as I squeeze. U groan slightly then get ur forearms into my neck under my manly jaw and drill short hard smashes to my pecs.

UGHUGH. My hands loosen on ur back. "Nothing is forever" I run carrying u back first toward the corner turnbuckles.

Guysmiley

Smash him, Bomber!

Kad Royce

As you charge me toward the corner, I brace for the impact — but I’m not letting you drive me in clean. Just before my back hits the turnbuckles, I twist my hips hard to the side and plant one boot on the middle rope.

The shift redirects your momentum, and instead of crashing, I push off the rope and swing my body around you. My arm snakes over your shoulder into a tight front face lock as we turn.

Bombardier

I'm hoping to drive ur back to the corner, but u know what I'm aiming for and before the corner u counter, twisting getting a foot on the ropes and u push off snaking ur arm around my head into a front face lock.

ARGHH my back toward the corner. I reach back hooking my arms over the top rope and swing my legs up around ur body locking my ankles still caught in the face lock.

Guysmiley

Squeeze, Bomber!

Kad Royce

I feel your legs clamp around my waist, tightening the pressure and locking my hips in place. The shift drags my balance forward, the face lock still tight but my base suddenly compromised. The ropes vibrate behind you, and I can tell you’re trying to anchor yourself to break the hold. Fine.

Then I change the angle. I drop my weight sharply, bending my knees and driving my center of gravity downward. With your arms hooked on the ropes, your legs become my leverage point — I wrap one arm around your thighs and yank forward, trying to pull you off the ropes and stack you awkwardly onto your shoulders.

Bombardier

Ur sinewy arms still wrapping my head although I can feel some lessening of the tension. My quads pulse with my thick legs around ur body. Ur body drops down and one leg slips around my leg. Ur trying pull me out and over u. I release my legs getting my feet to the canvas. Then I raise my arms locking my hands and double axe ur wide back

Kad Royce

Your double‑axe smashes crash across my back, each one lighting up a sharp line of pain that forces my shoulders to jolt forward. The impact steals my breath for a second, and the face lock slips from my grip before I can stop it.

I let go immediately and stagger a step away from you, trying to pull air back into my lungs and shake the sting out of my spine. One hand presses to my lower back, the other already coming up into guard as I reset my stance. “You got me good there, Bombardier… but I’m still here.”

Bombardier

The axe handle hits force u to release the face lock and step back shakily, one hand on ur back the other raising up "More to come Kad" I grab ur wrist with both of my hands then twist the arm up into double wristlock one hand gripping the wrist, the other behind ur arm and holding my wrist.

Kad Royce

Your grip clamps down on my wrist and the twist is immediate — a sharp jolt shoots up my forearm and into my shoulder as you lock in the double‑wristlock. My elbow strains, my shoulder tightens, and the pressure forces my torso to bend toward the hold whether I want it or not.

A low groan escapes me as the pain spikes. I plant my feet, trying to keep my balance, and then snap into the only opening you leave me: I drive my knee forward and down, aiming a short, compact strike to your tibia — nothing wild, just a realistic catch counter meant to break your base and force you to loosen the torque on my arm. “Not… keeping me there, Bombardier.”

Bombardier

I get the hold on bending the wrist back causing some pain which shows in ur facial expression and ur body responds bending My feet split wide in my stance top have as much leverage as possible to torque the lock better.

Suddenly ur knee strikes into my shin sending a jolt of pain through my leg. I stagger and push into the ropes, leaning on u as I release the hold. The back of my arm is to one side of ur head. II make a fist and my other palm drives into the fist so that my triceps snaps against the side of ur head. I step back. "I didn't expect to."

Kad Royce

I shake out my arm, jaw tightening from the triceps shot you just landed, and I fix my eyes on you as you step back. “You didn’t expect to what, Bombardier… catch me off‑guard? You’ll need more than one surprise to keep me down.” I roll my shoulders, stance tightening again, inviting you right back into the fight. “Come on then. Finish that thought with your next move.”

Bombardier

U shake out the arm that I had worked on and don't look too pleased . We square up again, our eyes locked both sweating. "I don't think, I just do" We slam into another lockup arms twined as match muscle once more. After a brief struggle, I drop my arms dip low slide a hand to ur hip and slip behind u. I straighten up and start sliding my arms under ur pits going for a full nelson.

Kad Royce

Sweat is running down my temples, my breathing heavier now, each exchange taking a little more out of me. My back is still warm from the shots you landed earlier, and the lockup forces our shoulders and forearms to slide against each other, both of us slick with effort. When you dip low and slip behind me, I feel your arms threading under my pits, your grip starting to climb toward a full nelson.

My tired muscles tense instinctively — I know if you lock those fingers, I’m in trouble. So, I react fast. Before your hands can clasp behind my head, I drop my hips hard and shoot one foot backward between your legs. With that base set, I twist my torso sharply to the side while yanking one arm downward, breaking the alignment you need for the hold.

Your hands slip apart just enough for me to wrench free and pivot out to your side, breathing hard but back in motion. “Not letting you lock that in, Bombardier.”

Bombardier

My sweaty arms sliding under ur armpits , my hands trying to get locked on ur neck for a punishing nelson, my squares beginning to tent as I push against u.

U react before my hands can lock, lowering ur body sending ur foot back between my legs preventing me form applying the hold. U twist to one side pulling free to my side . I snap my arm around ur head and before u can try to supplex me I race out to bulldog ur head to the mat.

Kad Royce

As you snap your arm around my head and sprint forward for the bulldog, I feel the sudden pull — that split second where my balance wants to tip with you. But I don’t let it. Right as you launch, I shoot both hands up and plant my palms firmly against your lower back, using your own forward momentum against you.

Instead of letting my head get dragged down, I push straight forward, extending my arms and forcing your body to over‑rotate. Your grip slips off my head as you stumble ahead, hitting the mat chest‑first while I stay on my feet behind you, breathing hard but still standing. I shake out my neck and square up again. “Not that easy, Bombardier.”

Bombardier

On the move with the bulldog expecting to slam ur head to the mat for a possible match ender. However, ur far from done putting ur hands to my lower back and pushing so that my arms fly off ur head and I'm sent sprawling to the canvas on my chesty

UGH I roll to the ropes and pull myself up breathing hard. I smile a bit " A man's gotta try Kad" . I lean back against the ropes for a moment then walk along the ropes.

Kad Royce

Sweat is running down my face now, my chest rising and falling faster than I want to admit. Every exchange with you is taking a toll — my back still warm from the earlier shots, my arm throbbing from the wristlock, my legs heavy from all the pivots and counters.

But I’m still standing, still sharp enough to see what you’re doing. You’re buying time. Leaning on the ropes. Walking the line to catch your breath. I can’t let you reset. I move in fast but controlled — nothing reckless. As you walk along the ropes, I step in at an angle and snatch your wrist, using the ropes behind you as leverage.

With a sharp pull, I whip your arm downward and step to the side, forcing your upper body to dip and breaking your rhythm without putting myself in danger. "Not letting you stroll around out here, Bombardier.”

Bombardier

Both of us drenched in sweat and feeling the effects of the grueling match but determined not to show that to the other. U move with controlled quickness grabbing my wrist and pulling the arm down to the side.

I grab ur wrist with my free hand to decrease the chance of twisting it. Then I back up into the ropes putting one foot outside the lower rope. Now I let my hand go free and wrap my arm on the top rope "Time to break Kad."

Kad Royce

Sweat is running down my face, my chest heaving, every muscle burning from the grind we’ve put each other through — but I don’t let any of it show. When you hook your arm around the top rope and plant a foot outside, I feel the shift instantly.

Rope break. You’re forcing the reset. I hold your wrist for half a second longer, just enough to make you feel the tension… then I lift both hands and step back clean. “Alright, Bombardier. You’ve got the ropes.”

I pace backward in a slow arc, rolling my shoulders, shaking out my arms, never taking my eyes off you. I’m giving you the break you demanded — but not a second more than the rules require. “Now get off those ropes and come finish what you started.”

Bombardier

U hold the grip making me wonder what u might do outside the rules, but u release my arm and step back, I bring my foot back in. My body feeling the wear of the battle, but I can't show it.

We stare at each other with mutual respect but both eager to get win. U challenge me and I nod "That's the plan boy" I move out toward u ready to come to grips again.

Kad Royce

As you come down the ropes and start moving back towards me again, I can feel the heat between us—sweat pouring, lungs burning, both of us pretending to be fresher than we are. You nod, give me that "It’s the plan, boy," and start narrowing down the distance as if we were about to lock up cleanly again.

It’s exactly when I hit. I rush half a step faster than expected, my boots skidding slightly on the canvas, and instead of raising my arms for a collar and elbow, I pull one hand directly outward and slice my palm through your pectorals with a sharp, resonant CRACK.

I hope that your chest will jump under the impact, sweat spraying on your skin as the sting bites deeply and I hope to stay close, shoulders straight, breathing hard but eyes fixed on yours.

Bombardier

We carefully begin to get closer searching for openings. Then U dart in fast u bring a nasty slash to my meaty pecs.

WHAP the sound echoing around the room, sweat flying I'm momentarily off-balance , a red welt blossoming on my chest. I fake responding with my own chop but drop my shoulder and lunge into u spearing ur gut.

Kad Royce

The moment your shoulder slams into my gut, the air blasts out of my lungs — a deep, ugly “OOF” that folds me forward. Pain shoots through my midsection, my abs tightening instinctively to keep me from collapsing completely. But I don’t go down.

My boots skid backward on the canvas, my spine bowing from the force, yet I manage to stay upright just long enough to react. As you drive through me, I plant one hand on your shoulder and the other on your upper back, using your own momentum to twist my torso slightly to the side. Instead of taking the spear full‑force and getting flattened, I let your charge carry you past my centerline, redirecting the impact just enough to keep myself standing.

My back hits the ropes hard, but I’m still on my feet — breathless, hurting, but not broken. I grit my teeth, one hand clutching my ribs. “Damn, Bombardier… you almost had me.”

Bombardier

I drive into u and I hear the air expelling from ur body. U put a hand on my shoulder, the other on my back staying on ur feet ur torso twisted to the side and ur back goes into the ropes with my shoulder still against ur body.

"Nearly ain't good enough" I reach up and hook ur head under one arm. My opposite hand grabs the side of ur trunks. I back up taking u with me, then I hoist u straight up holding u there and turn drop ur back to hit the top rope and as U bounce up and back I turn and take u down with a supplex. BAM!

Kad Royce

As you haul me upward, my ribs screaming from the spear and my back still pressed to the ropes, I feel your arm clamp around my head and your other hand gripping my trunks. My boots leave the canvas for a split second — the worst place to be — and I know if you get me fully vertical, I’m done.

So, I react in the only window I have. Before you can straighten me all the way up, I twist my hips violently to one side and hook my nearest leg around the middle rope, using it like an anchor. Your lift jerks, your balance shifts, and instead of going straight up, my body drops awkwardly to the side.

Your grip slips just enough for me to drive my forearm across your back, forcing you to release the supplex setup before you can complete the turn. I land on one knee, breathless, hurting, but not broken — clutching the rope with one hand to steady myself. “Not… letting you throw me like that, Bombardier.”

As I drop to one knee, ribs burning, I feel your grip slip and your balance shift forward from the failed lift. You’re still recovering from the sudden stop, your momentum carrying you a half‑step past me. That’s my opening. I push off the rope with one hand and surge upward, twisting my torso. My free arm shoots out and I hammer a short, brutal forearm smash right into the side of your jaw — tight, compact, all shoulder and rotation. I hope the impact snaps your head to the side and forces you to stagger back a step. I rise fully to my feet, chest heaving, sweat dripping, eyes locked on you. “You wanted to break me, Bombardier? Try again.”

Bombardier

As i begin my attempt to lift u for the big supplex to damage ur already tiring body, u anticipate what my intent is and twist hard to the side and hook a leg around the ropes blocking my attempt. I'm forced to have my body go forward due to the sudden stop. Then u slam a wicked, startling forearm to the side of my jaw WHAM. My head snaps back, sweat and spit flying and I stagger back arms flailing and continue across the ring to the opposite ropes shaking my head.

Kad Royce

You stagger all the way to the opposite ropes, arms flailing, your head shaking like you’re trying to clear the fog. I see it — that tiny window where your guard is wide open. I don’t waste it. I explode forward, boots pounding the canvas, and as you rebound off the ropes, I step in low and wrap my arm clean around your neck and shoulder, catching you in perfect motion.

Using your own momentum, I twist my hips and drive you down with a sharp, snapping swinging neck breaker, the impact bouncing you off the mat. BAM. I stay on you immediately, chest heaving, sweat dripping, hooking the leg deep and tight. “Stay down, Bombardier… stay down.”

Bombardier

Dazed from the brutal forearm blow using the ropes to keep me on my feet. U see me in trouble and charge across the ring at me. I try to fend u off, but my reactions are slowed and U take advantage wrapping ur arm around my head and shoulder, then take me down with a swinging neck breaker.

THUD U cover me pec on pec hooking up one leg for the pin. I hear u count 1..2 and at the last second grunt and raise one shoulder off the mat "Not yet Kad."

Kad Royce

Your shoulder pops off the mat at the last possible heartbeat, and I feel the jolt of frustration and adrenaline shoot through me. Your chest is heaving under mine, your breath ragged, your eyes unfocused — you kicked out, but you’re nowhere near recovered.

I don’t give you a second. I slide off your body and immediately grab the arm you used to lift your shoulder. I yank it straight and drop my weight across your chest, threading my legs around your trapped arm. Before you can react, I fall back and lock your wrist tight against my chest, my hips rising. A clean, brutal transition into a cross armbar.

Your elbow strains, your shoulder twists, and I crank just enough to make the pressure unmistakable. “Not yet, huh? Let’s see how long you can hold this, Bombardier.” My legs squeeze, my hips lift, your arm trapped fully between them — a submission that can end the match right here if you don’t find a way out.

Bombardier

I just manage to beat the 3 count but I'm in a vulnerable position still somewhat dazed. U grab my arm and stretch it out as I try to resist but u lock my arms on ur smooth chest into an armbar leaning ur body back my arms being bent brutally.

My feet kick the mat in agony as I thrash wildly to pull free but to no avail as u have the arm tightly locked. I come to my senses to realize I'm trapped, and I need the arm to be undamaged . I slap ur arm with my submission and growl "U got me I give up."

Kad Royce

The referee sees your hand hitting my arm and immediately throws itself on us. I feel his palm tapping against my shoulder, firm, insistent, almost authoritarian: «Break! Break, Kad! He gave it! Let go of him!» I keep the grip for a fraction of a second—not out of cruelty, but because my body is so tense, so clinging to the effort, that it takes him a moment to understand that it’s over.

Then my fingers loosen, my legs untie, and your arm slips out of my grip. I fall back on the mat, panting, sweat trickling down my temples, my chest lifting as if I had run a marathon. Every muscle burns. Every breath stings. And yet... there is this hint of sadness, this hollow in the chest: the fight is over.

This duel that pushed us to the edge of ourselves, which made me doubt, wobble, surpass myself... stops suddenly. I sit for a few seconds, head down, hands on my thighs, short of breath. Then I force myself to get up. My legs are trembling. My ribs are protesting. But I straighten up anyway, because you deserve it. I cross the few steps that separate us, still vacillating, and I extend my hands towards you to help you get up.

When our palms clench, I pull you towards me and keep you standing, forehead almost against your forehead, still panting. “Bombardier... you got me out of everything I had. You taught me that I could still go further than I thought. You forced me to be better. And that... it’s worth more than any victory.” I squeeze your forearm, strong, respectful, almost grateful. "Thank you for this fight. Thank you for this war. And when you want to do it again... I will be there.”

Bombardier

The ref waves his arms signaling that the match is over and taps u ordering u to release my arm. It seems like eternity but is really a brief moment before u free my arm and roll away from me. My arm falls weakly to the mat. I reach out with the other and start slowly flexing it to get feeling back.

I know that I have lost to a great wrestler, but I did my best and came close to victory. U hold out ur hands and I take them as U pull me to my feet. Two warriors leaning against each other after a long tough, fair match. "U won and deserved it Kad" I pat ur chest and raise ur arm as the winner whispering "Thanks! I want this again".

The End

Published: 2025-12-30, viewed 90 times.