“Welcome one and all to The Pankration Station, formerly known as the Wrestle-Boxing Center of Downtown Station Square!” The announcer at the table, a silver mouse with nice teal colored hair spoke into the mic with a hefty boom in his voice. “We’ve got another exciting match for you tonight. For those of you who feel nostalgic for the jobber beatdowns of yore, two previously feuding contestants have returned for another all-force brawl!”
Yes, it was that time again. On the big screen was Charmy Bee standing in his fighting shorts with his boxing gloves on juxtaposed with his opponent; his ever-lasting rival Bradley the Husky.
Charmy was observing the screen from the locker-room as the crowd went wild with cheers and excitement. The bee grinned and rubbed a finger under his nose, happy to oblige them when he came out again to let them bask in his presence.
“Hehehe. I knew it. They’re happy to see me,” Charmy giggled, blushing lightly as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Aww. You don’t have to worry about things not turning out as fun as they did last time. I’m sure they will,” A familiar voice reached Charmy’s ears from behind him. The bee’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon hearing it. Yes, he was aware he was going to meet him here anyway. He was his opponent after all. He was still shocked to hear Bradley’s voice just boom by his ears like that though.
Charmy was used to hearing this dunderhead’s voice by now at least. With a private sneer and a tip-toe over to the section of the locker-room that kept him close to Bradley but just out of sight, he began listening in on his conversation. Charmy eavesdropped while standing in just his bee branded underwear and socks though. He was in the middle of changing and figured he could stop to make sure he caught wind of whatever it was his rival was saying. He had a strong hunch he knew who he was speaking with anyway.
Bradley was already dressed in his fighting shorts so he was talking while a bit relaxed. He didn’t seem worried at all. In fact, he was smiling as he spoke to the person on the other end of his smartphone. What a confident jerk. He could at least sweat a little, tiny bit about facing off against him again!
“Yes, it’s fine,” Bradley spoke into the phone once more. “After all, we fight all the time. He knows how this goes. Doing it again at the Pankration center is just us going a bit more theatrical with it again, that’s all. Besides, the last time we fought, it was really well received. The crowd is cheering over the TV in our locker-room right now because they’re excited to see another one.”
Charmy pouted. Is that how Bradley saw it? No, they were clearly eager to see him again. He lost his last fight against Bradley here but he’d seal the deal this time. Absolutely.
“Okay. Well, I’ll be watching from the front of the crowd so good luck!” The soft, girly voice on the other end of the phone reached Bradley and zoomed on over to Charmy’s ears as well. His feelers twitched a bit. That was Cream’s voice on the other end. She was here, in the crowd, once again to witness their public rematch.
Charmy felt his heart flutter. He grew even more determined then last time.
It was quite the wild ride he’s had since that first fight with Bradley. Ever since, he’s challenged Bradley to many fights out in public. This was the first rematch they’ve had at this specific center though. It's been so long that the place had been re-named even.
What Charmy struggled with accepting was the fact that each and every time he and Bradley fought, he’d lose to the guy. The fights would never even last that long either. It was always swift and decisive. Charmy attributed this to Bradley just being super lucky though.
Even worse, a lot of the time Cream would be there to witness it! Bradley had convinced her that this was just their normal dynamic and Charmy was a-okay with the outcome to all the fights because a manly challenge required the loser to accept their loss with grace. She always figured his humiliating losses were something he agreed to.
Charmy even heard that Cream tried being the same way as Bradley once for an experiment. She got into a fight against Blaze the Cat that ended with Cream diapering her and sending her off to a nursery. When that fight was over, Cream said she had fun but decided that pretending to be mean still felt bad and desired to never do that again. When she got Blaze out of the nursery, she explained to her why she acted the way she did and she… seemed to be forgiven. Blaze was still flabbergasted by how handedly she was humiliated by the small girl during a simple experiment where she was faking being mean…
Still, it was up to Charmy to keep up the pretense that this was what he wanted. In a way, Bradley was right to ensure her of this. Charmy absolutely refused to look for sympathy or worry Cream with the truth that this was all super humiliating for him.
Every time he lost, something embarrassing would befall him. He’d end up knocked cuckoo on the sidewalk with his pants taken as a trophy and his huge bottom sticking up for people to spank as they walked by. Or he’d end up plastered against a wall down to his undies or sometimes even butt naked. It was a humiliation conga that he refused to verbally acknowledge.
So, instead, Charmy decided to view all those previous losses as Bradley getting lucky. Bradley didn’t though. Each time they were about to fight, Bradley would warn him of how it was going to turn out.
“I’ll hit you. You’ll go cuckoo. I’ll choke you out. You’ll soil yourself. I’ll win and take your pants as a trophy. The end.” Bradley said to him once. Charmy scoffed and laughed at the idea.
Charmy then proceeded to lose in the exact way Bradley described. It was infuriating!
Even worse was the nickname Bradley kept calling him. It was a fusion of his name and the word “cuckold” which Charmy didn’t even fully grasp the meaning of. When he asked Vector about the definition of the word, what he found out REALLY upset him though. He was going to show Bradley that he wasn’t a–!
“Oh hey there! If it isn’t good ol’ Charcold!” Bradley exclaimed, finally noticing Charmy in the locker-room.
“BWAAAH!” Charmy blushed and stumbled back before falling onto his butt. “Hey! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He then yelped and covered his front with his hands. “G-Go away! I’ll beat you down to YOUR underwear in the ring!”
Bradley chuckled. “Uhm, YOU were the one spying on me dude,” He said with a shake of his head. “Well, I’ll see ya out there. It’s a bit chilly out so try and brace yourself for that when I take your bottoms as my… 55th trophy… I think?” He said, having lost count of how many times he’s kicked Charmy’s butt. “Oh well.”
He then left the locker-room. Charmy sat there, red-faced and angry as steam rose from his head. This was no time to allow that jerk to just say what he wanted and get away with it. It was crunch time!
Charmy finally put his shorts and boxing gloves on before heading out to the ring.
The crowd cheered wildly as he entered yet again. It was invigorating so Charmy put both his index fingers up as he hopped and skipped along the mat to the corner he was supposed to be in. He was pumping them up and down to raise the excitement levels in the stadium and it was working.
Maybe he was too blinded by his own imagination but the only thing he was accurately calling here was that they were excited for a show. They knew what show they were likely going to get but Charmy didn’t. Either that or he really convinced himself it was going to be different.
Bradley was in his other corner, stretching and grunting with anticipation. Cream was standing just outside the ring with a smile on her face. “Good luck you two!” She exclaimed.
The bell rang.
Charmy turned to Cream and grinned. “When I win, WE’RE going out for ice-cream this time!” Charmy laughed.
The instant he turned back to face Bradley, his eyes got wide when he noticed the husky was literally right in front of him, having zipped from his corner to the front of Charmy’s body in a millisecond.
The bee’s brain sent a signal to his body to retaliate but by the time it did that Bradley’s fist was already deep in Charmy’s gut, squishing his tummy rather badly!
“DOOOOOF!” Charmy made a goofy gurgling noise from both his mouth and his stomach. His eyes got even wider and his pupils crossed. His lips pursed as if he was sucking on a lollipop all of a sudden. “GWAAAAUGH!” Charmy gasped and stumbled back, grabbing his stomach while bent over. Drool was already pouring out of his mouth.
“First hit goes to me. Again!” Bradley said, excitedly.
“Uh-oh”, the mouse announcer began. “Looks like the returning bee boy is already in a spot of trouble. How will he get out of this one?”
Charmy didn’t like hearing that. It was only a single punch. He could do one of those too!
Charmy snapped at attention, grit his teeth, and began charging at Bradley with several fists of furry headed his way. “HIYAH! YAH! ZOOM! ZOOM! BOW! TAKE THIS! AND THAT! AND THAT!” Charmy shouted, making absurd Adam West Batman sound effects as he threw his shots.
Bradley was swerving about as he doubled back, dodging all the hits. Charmy growled as he saw this but wasn’t ready to give in. After all, Bradley looked a bit too comfy right now. If Charmy broke this pattern of his own free will, he’d be taken off guard!
So Charmy tripped him with his leg!
“Wha–?!” Bradley was surprised by that. He thought Charmy was only going for an incredibly base round of attacks here.
“Ah! The bee just tripped the husky! He’s going down!” The announcer shouted right as Bradley landed on his butt.
“Gotcha now!” Charmy laughed and swung his fist down immediately. With a swift strike, he managed to nail Bradley across the face with his heaviest punch!
Bradley’s head turned to the side. He blinked and then rubbed his face.
“Oh. Actually, I think I’m good,” Bradley smiled.
“Whuh–?!” Charmy began right before he went cross-eyed with extreme pain radiating throughout his body. He had a dumb open mouthed smile on his face too despite this. Bradley just rammed his foot into his crotch.
“Sorry about that,” Bradley grinned and then headbutted Charmy to make him flop back. He then sprung to his feet and blasted a punch across the bee’s face that made him twirl around like a ballerina, tongue out, eyes now rolling, and drool going everywhere.
“He’s doing it folks! Bradley is sending Mr. Big Bee Butt to the moon!” The Announcer shouted.
“Hey Charcold, you up for a math lesson?” Bradley asked.
“Blababalaughaaaahgh…!” Charmy babbled, already punch drunk. His shorts were lowering as he was wobbling, showing off his undies to the crowd. He could feel his face flushing red as he was pushed ahead of the humiliation conga. He didn’t want to feel it anymore but unfortunately, Bradley wasn’t done playing with him.
“How many fists am I holding up?” Bradley asked.
“Excuse me ma’am! I said I wanted tea and crackers with my strawberry scented soap. This is clearly a bag of elephant peanuts! I wanna refund!” Charmy shouted, eyes bouncing around like billiards.
“Wrong answer!” Bradley then lunged another fist forward and whapped him in the face, shooting his head back.
“DUuuuUuhh! Muh potty chart says underoos are the new diaperssss!”
BAM!
“Red fish, blue fish, two fish fer gold fish, the snack that’s filled with crack…!”
POW! WHAP! POP! BAMF!
“NahazuaaakapflfoapdhKamgwopalr…!” Charmy said, looking demolished as he fell forward, nothing holding him or his shorts up any longer.
His chin met the mat and his huge bottom was raised, both shorts and underwear lowering to show off more of his butt to the crowd. As he laid there, eyes rolling, drool pooling around his mouth, and a gaggle of stars and birdies circling his head, he overhead the crowd’s loud cheering through the haze in his brain.
“There you have it folks! It was even faster than last time!” The announcer said. “Our winner is Bradley the Husky! Once again, he’s defeated young Charmy with a tremendous knockout.”
“Yeah!” Bradley cheered with both hands raised. “You should keep coming back here. Beating you outside the ring is fun but sanctioned fights always guarantee the best reaction. Your fighter name can be Charcold here too. Cold Clocked Charcold.”
Charmy said nothing in response to that. He was too derped and fading into a humiliating sleep.
Bradley didn’t pay him any mind. He turned away from him with his fists still raised as the crowd cheered. Cream sprung up to congratulate him and made a mental note to send Charmy a text thanking him for a great show. She was being too kind but that was kind of her deal.
Bradley collected Charmy’s shorts as his 56th (?) trophy, leaving him there to eventually wake up and race home in just his underwear. He wasn’t braced for Bradley’s punches but hopefully his bare legs could brace themselves for the weather.
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