*Sylvester* vs “Butch*

Butch can’t believe his luck when he found out he was going to be able to fight Sylvester. When asked by his friends what his line of attack would be he just laughed. Because it was obvious that those large pecs just begged to be targeted.

Too bad for Sylvester. His upper chest is barraged with punches, kicks, even some mean nipple twisting which didn’t make the ref too happy. But that doesn’t phase Butch. He’s already done so much damage to Sylvester’s pecs that it hurts him to even raise his arms to defend himself.

Ducking out of the way of Sylvester’s attempt at a comeback, the hurting man turns around and is greeted with a double pec claw. Butch sinks his fingers into the the already burning flesh. Sylvester tries to back up but Butch pulls him forward and shakes his head. He insists that it’s gonna end now in the middle of the ring. The pain drives Sylvester to one knee and then another. Still kneeling, he’s arched backward until the back of his head is against the mat. Butch continues to twist, and drive, and aggravate the pectoral muscles until Sylvester finally lets out a plea to stop the pain.

*Brent* vs *Tony*

Brent works his ass off in the ring as tries to maneuver out of Tony’s holds. The most difficult ones to maneuver out of are the full nelsons. Time and time again Brent is forced to look down at his own chest. This cuts off his breathing and is starting to get him light headed. He gets free again, somehow, and has trouble getting his bearings. Tony doesn’t waste a moment putting him in the hold again and bearing down quickily enough to throw Brent off balance. Almost in a camel clutch, Brent becomes blurry eyed as his back starts to feel some pain. It’s a no-brainer that Brent will either pass out due to the pain, pressure, or both.

*Galvin* vs *Paul*

These bears do exactly what they’re suppose to do. Hug each other. And not just the regular way either. Galvin’s reverse bearhug on Paul is devastating. The tightly coiled grip wear’s down the redhead’s muscular gut. Paul’s reserve of strength is slowly sapped as the sweat melds with his body hair and glides down his husky frame.

Galvin says, “I can do this all night.”

“You’ll have to,” replied Paul who refuses to submit to the black bearded bear.

Gavin then throws Paul to the ground. Maneuvering in front of the redhead, Galvin waits until Paul is on all fours before again wrapping his arms around Paul’s waist. With a large, widely heard grunt Galvin lifts Paul up into an upside down front bearhug. The already exhausted red bear has little if any strength left. His arms barely raise past his pecs as his gut is again prodded with a fist of iron.

The ref asks for a submission but Paul keeps explaining, “I’m not done yet...I’m not done...”

Spreading his legs, Galvin maneuver’s Paul’s head between them and squeezes. with a slight upward motion, Galvin then piledrives Paul to the canvas. The black bear just sits there while Paul’s legs dangle in the air. The crowd goes wild when they see this. Galvin then pushes Paul’s back forward so his butt falls downward. Turning the red bear over on his back, Galvin casually puts a hand on Paul’s abs, another between his opponents hair pecs, and waiting for the ref to finish his three count.