"Hey little boy. What's up? Why aren't you speaking normal words anymore?" Bradley asked, tilting his head a bit as he felt his groove drive him towards a confident rhythm. He was being very consistent with his manner of fighting. His speed was impressive despite how heavy his hits were.
Charmy on the other hand was swaying in the wind like a curtain that was getting blown on by a mechanical fan. He was toppling to the side, forward, and then back, all while his eyes rolled about in his poor, socked head.
"Bahabagoo~! Gagapeepee~!" The bee tried to speak but more nonsense came out.
"Alright!" Cream cheered. "What a good match boys." She gave a thumbs up.
Bradley winked and waved back at her. The little rabbit girl giggled a bit. She wanted to be supportive of them both but it was clear and obvious that Charmy was losing. Nay, had probably already lost.
The crowd sure felt that way. They were already making little picture collages on their phone of the honey bee's beating.
Charmy's shirt was in tatters now. The punches were so swift and fast that it had shorn away a good amount of his clothing. His pants were even tearing a bit at the seams too.
Bradley eventually smirked and took his boxing gloves off. "Alright. I think that's enough for the boxing part. Let's engage in a bit of wrestling, Baby Bee Butt." He said, mixing his insults together for a nice stint of alliteration.
He walked up to the gurgling and dizzy Charmy, removed the bee's boxing gloves, tossed them to the side, and then hugged him from behind.
"I hope this helmet offers you a decent amount of protection." Was Bradley's statement as he hurled Charmy's body up, over, and SLAMMED it down onto the mat for a devastating suplex!
The impact it made sounded like an explosion!
The crowd cheered as they saw the speed of the impact tear apart the seams of Charmy's pants. They practically burst off now, exposing his embarrassing My Little Pony undies to the onlookers.
The bee probably would have blushed and cried out in shame at this but his eyes were spinning too fast. Everything was so swirly and he felt like he was floating despite his head having clearly just been rocked by the mat.
As Charmy's body spasmed a bit and flopped to the ground, on his face, like a wet potato sack, Bradley dusted his hands off and looked down at him.
"Guess that helmet was for show... nice undies though."
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