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A black fox clad in black and purple leather pants with matching fingerless gloves streches in the ring. He looks arround the room as if expecting someone while his tail swings lazily side to side behind him.

A white goat with brown head markings exits the locker room. He's clad in black briefs with an obvious blue and silver flame pattern all around, and black wrist bands and kick pads with a light-blue trim. As he casually made his way to the ring, he notices the black fox looking impatient, itching to start the match. He quickens his pace and jumps on the side of the ring apron, moving the bottom and middle ropes aside to enter the ring.

The vulpine smiles and whistles while dropping his arms to his side, grabbing on his hips with a smirk. "Not every day I get to face such a good looking new blood. I hope you don't mind if I break you into how we do things."

The goat smirks and crosses his arms. "I may have an idea. But, hey, maybe you guys do things a little differently here than where I'm from."

"I was about to ask how they do things where you are from..." The black fox gets into a loose boxing stance in his corner as he looks over the goat. "...but it is more fun if you just show me."

The goat cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, letting his arms drop to their sides. "Guess we'll just show each other now won't we?" He then gets into a tight wrestling stance, wiggling his fingers. He looks over the fox, noticing he's a few inches shorter than him and possibly lighter than him.

"Oh, and I almost forgot, the name's Yarred." The fox winks at the goat before rushing in towards him while winding up a fist, just to sidestep to the left at the last second and throw a cross hit to the ribs of his opponent.

The goat sees the fox charging forward with a fist raised. Remembering from past experience, he's able to jump back just in time to dodge the fist, but barely. He felt a knuckle graze his rib and grunts. He would then quickly grab the fox's free wrist and put him in a standing hammerlock while his back was turned.

He wasn't sure what his opponent had in mind, but the fox didn't want to find out so he shot a backward mule kick at the caprine as he felt his wrist in the goat's grasp.

The goat felt the kick connect to his abs and grunted, but still kept the hold. He didn't want allow the fox another chance at breaking the hold. While still firmly locking his wrist behind his back, the caprine would force the fox downward and rotate himself in front of the fox. If he succeeds, he'll slam the fox down on the mat with a DDT.

Yarred grunted and growled as the pain in his wrist started getting to him making him bit desperate to get out. Soon after, the goat pushed him to look down as he went in front of him and set up a DDT, but before the arms could secure around his neck, the fox took a sudden step forward and tried grabbing Jamie's legs behind the knee with whichever arm he had free and then pull hard to hopefully make him fall.

Jamie gasped as he felt the fox grab and pull his leg to trip him up, just as he was about to lock in the front facelock. His arms flew off from around the fox's neck as he pulled him forward. As the fox held a grip around the back of his knee, he would use his free leg to smack the fox in the side with a hoof as he fell.

The fox yelped loudly as that hoof connected to his side, making him let go and stumble away from the downed goat while holding his sides and growling a bit. "Damn! Gotta be careful with those hooves." Yarred took a moment to catch his breath as he went to his boxing stance again while carefully observing the goat

The goat quickly spun himself off the mat and decided to get into a boxing stance this time. If this is how the fox wants to fight, he'll gladly accept. "Glad you met them. Name's Jamie by the way." He stared the fox down with a sly grin on his face, wondering what the fox will throw at him this time.

Yarred rose and eyebrow and started circling around the goat as he approached slowly while keeping himself on his toes. "Can't tell if it's been a pleasure yet, but it's sure as hell interesting." The fox quick-stepped in t throw a couple of jabs to Jamie's chest.

Jaimie circled around the fox as he did the same, inching closer and closer until the fox started to jab at him. He felt the impact of the fox's jabs to his chest, feeling the air leave his lungs and knocking him back. He grunted and grinded his teeth at the sudden pain, breathing and hissing heavily. Not wanting to waste any time with his nonsense, and feeling himself lowering from the jabs, the goat dropped to one knee and attempt a legsweep at the fox. He would then get up and immediately follow it up with and elbow drop to the fox's back.

Yarred smiled as he saw some results and went forward to try and follow up with a hook to the head. However, he only got his legs swept from under him for his troubles, his chin hitting against the canvas with a loud grunt. The fox desperately tried to roll sideways and away from the goat before more bad things happened, which he might do if he was fast enough.

Jamie noticed the fox start to turn away from his attack and managed to graze the fox's side and then canvas. Grunting loudly and ignoring the pain from the botched move, he would quickly roll the fox back on his stomach with his free arm and immediately go for another elbow drop, though it wouldn't be as high up. If quick enough, he would then get on top of the fox to weigh him down and position his thighs around the fox's sides, squeezing them as hard as he could, followed by a hard crossface.

Yarred gulp as he suddenly felt the weight of the goat on his back and soon after yelped in pain at the shorter but still painful elbow drop. As the fox writhed a bit from that, he felt his sides starting to get squeezed by the goat's powerful thighs. Without much time to think he started kicking backwards at Jamie's back with the back of his heels, hopping it would do something despite the awkward angle of the kicks while he tried to figure out a way out.

Jamie felt the fox's heels smacking against his back, grunting more out of annoyance but also in pain at the impacts. "Hold still you damn fox!" Still seated on the fox's back, he would try to grab at the fox's wrists and plant his hooves just behind the fox's knees, despite Yarred's protests, while also rising to a standing position. If quick enough, he would lift the fox above him in a surfboard position.

Yarred froze a he felt those hooves at his knees, not familiar with whatever the goat had in mind. As his opponent started to rise and his back got into a more awkward position, the fox tried to suddenly turn sideways and pull hard on his right wrist in a desperate attempt at getting out.

Jamie felt the fox tug at his right wrist just as he was about to lift him up. He let out a long grunt, nearly screaming, when he realized the fox was pulling on the same arm from the botched elbow drop earlier. Trying to show he's stronger than the fox, he pulled against his wrist harder, grunting and gritting his teeth. He knew it would be risky given the bad elbow joint. If successful, Jamie would follow through with the surfboard position.

The fox grunted and growled loudly, as those screams gave him some hope of success. Strength wasn't his forte though and he hopped to take the caprine off guard with the sudden pull, so he kept pulling hard with all of his might, which only barely managing to match Jamie to a standstill. "Let go already, dammit!" he said between grunts and gritted teeth.

Finding that the fox wouldn't give anytime soon, and not wanting to injure his elbow any further, he grunted and huffed while tossing the fox's right wrist onto the canvas. He began to get off him, still holding on to the fox's left wrist giving one last tug. As he did so, he decided to stomp down on the fox's back for good measure before fully releasing the fox.

Yarred grunted loudly as he was let go off and his right side fell forward from the excess force. Soon enough he was pulled and stomped hard on the back, barely giving the vulpine any breathing room as he was slammed against the mat from that kick. Yarred panted and groaned as he had to catch a breath with barely having his knees under him in all fours.

Jamie stood some distance away from the downed fox, noticing he's barely able to stand on all fours. He leaned forward and put his hands on his knees, flicking his tail. He took a moment to catch his breath and nurse his elbow. He then looks towards the fox, curious if he'll get up on his own and wondering what he'll do next.

Yarred grunted and groaned some more as he stumbled back up to his feet, panting quite a bit. He turned around and resumed his boxing stance regardless with a determined look, even though his body didn't seem to match that strength or intensity. "Is that... all?" He laughed a bit in between panting and grunting from his aching joints.

Jamie breathed heavily and figured he'd show the fox a little mercy. He still leaned forward, but raised his right arm as an invitation for a test of strength, hoping the fox won't bring out another assault of punches. He pointed at his right hand with a finger and said between breaths. "Nope...show me what you got..fox." If the fox accepts, Jamie would grab his wrist and Irish whip him into the turnbuckle, hoping to daze him further.

The fox cautiously went closer and closer to the goat. Once he got close enough he would try to suddenly step in and grab the right arm by the back of the elbow while hooking the shoulder and turning while pulling it hard for an arm throw. If somehow successful, he would keep hold of the arm while rolling down with his opponent to attempt setting up for an armbar.

The goat was surprised as the fox inched closer to him, seeming to accept his invitation. He then noticed the fox grabbing behind his elbow and began to hook his shoulder. He knew what the fox was up to and knew he could use his somewhat heavier weight to his advantage. He then quickly dropped his weight down, spread his legs, and grabbed at the fox's waist with his left hand, preventing the arm throw. At the same time, however, he screamed at his elbow being pulled at again. More out of frustration, he would then quickly alternate between grabbing the fox's waist and kidney punch him with his left hand until he let go.

Yarred managed to get a hold of the arm, but the sudden drop took some of his balance made the fox stumble a bit, preventing the throw. The fox kept grabbing and pulling, however, mostly out of obstipation as the exhaustion had taken the best of him, the hold around his waist didn't make things easier. A punch to the kidney was all it took to snap him out of his obstinate behaviour with a shot of sudden pain, making the fox yell and grunt, growling in anger soon after. "That's enough!" As soon as he felt his waist being let go off for another punch, the fox turned and stomped hard on Jamie's left knee behind him grabbing the goat's right arm by the wrist by then.

As Jamie was about to go for another punch to the fox's kindey, he noticed how quick he changed position once he let go of his waist. He screamed as the fox stomped on his knee, but noticed he still held on to his wrist with both hands. "I'd say so!" Risking further injury to his elbow and now his knee, Jamie yanked the fox forward with what little strength he had left while rotating his body, gritting his teeth and then screaming. He kept his hooves planted as best he could and would then irish whip the fox right into the turnbuckle, using his left hand to boost the momentum by pushing on the fox's back. Immediately after, he would charge at the fox for his finisher "The Heartburn," a battering ram maneuver to the chest, this being where his horns would shine.

The growling fox prepared to throw another kick in a haze a of rage, too absorbed in the moment to notice Jamie screaming or pulling at him as he turned artound. The sudden shift in position threw off the fox just long enough to let the caprine irish whip him to the corner. Yarred stumbled backwards and fell on his butt as his back hit the turnbuckle. The disoriented and aching fox could only the clopping of the goat as he rushed him. He immediately rose his arms in front of him, hopping to block whatever was comming his way, even though he knew he couldnt do much else after.

Jamie managed to dive head-first at the fox's chest just before he could put his arms up to block, practically throwing all his weight into the charge. It was sloppier than usual due to his bum knee, and he loudly grunted upon impact. The force of the impact would go through the fox's chest and Jamie's horns, which he's gotten used to from performing this move before. He would struggle keeping upright, planting his right leg on the canvas while keeping his left steady. He would also firmly grasp the middle ropes post-impact, though his right arm would be shaking by now, and would then shake his head to stop the ringing in his ears. Very few are able to keep going after this, and Jamie knew he was leaving himself wide open if the fox was able to withstand the charge. If the fox did not, Jamie would then drag the fox by the ankles towards the center of the ring and flop his body on top of him for a pin.

Yarred screamed in pain as he not only felt the impact of the hard horns on his arms, but also his chest, shoulders and back as he was violently pushed hard against the turnbuckle. The panting fox's arm fell to his sides as he could barely take any more, his whole body complaining to him with the very act of breathing. He felt a lot of that acing as he was dragged on his back, growling and struggling weakly to the middle of the ring. the fox rose his arms as the goat flopped on him in a last attempt to do anything in the match, but after the hard impact of Jamie's headbutt, they crumbled under the weight as Yarred laid on the canvas grunting and groaning under the Goat's cover pin for the full count.

Jamie felt the fox's arms hit against his chest as he flopped on top of him, grunting. He heard the auto-ref finish the three-count and the bell ring, concluding the goat's first but tiring match. He rolled off the fox and onto his left side, using his good arm more to help himself up to at least sit up. He looked towards the fox while nursing his right elbow, panting. "I'll admit...you can be...pretty quick...most times..."

"I try Jamie ...I try." The fox stayed splayed on the mat grumbling and groaning, trying delaying his inevitable aching as much as possible, though, he did turn his head slightly to face the goat. "Nice fight, bud. Sorry about the elbow."

Jamie spoke between his panting. "Don't worry...about it. I've had worse injuries before." Jamie began to get on his good knee at least. "I'm relieved you were able to take a beating like that. I tend to get a little...crazy." He stumbles a bit but catches himself, still on one knee. "Not surprised my first match here turned out that way." He chuckles.

"Good...'cause I'm probably one of the easier guys here." The fox starts chuckling a bit but then winces and grunts. "That's why I can take a 'beating like that'...but it's not like I m proud of it." Yarred sighs and tries to ignore most of the aching to sit back up, almost falling backwards again. "Gah...you did go a bit crazy there. I think you'll fit in nicely." He winks and stays relatively unmoving.

He chuckles at the comment. "Thanks Yarre--ohshit." Jamie felt himself stumble more, his head aching still from his finisher. He slowly lowers himself and lays down next to the fox, wincing at his bum arm. He thought back to the fox's comment about himself. "You just need more training...maybe bulk up a bit while you're at it. Shit man, you can throw good strikes too." The goat just stares at the ceiling for a moment, breathing deeply. "Oh yeah...sorry about your back dude."

The fox looked with some worry at the goat stumbling, calming down a bit after he laid down next to himself. "Maybe, maybe not. At this point, I honestly stopped caring who wins or loses as long as I give my all." Yarred sighed and shrugged before wincing a bit, even that stung. So he decided to lay back again next to Jamie. "But I did show ya how thins are done here, didn't I?"

Jamie chuckled. "I guess you could say that." He then thought back about the fox giving his all. "I'd say you gave it your all...hell you're a bit like me. Regardless if I win or lose, I'm happy if I had a good match." He looked at Yarred, feeling bad that he may have been too rough on his back. He decided sit himself up again, but wedged his left arm between the fox's back and the mat. Carefully and slowly, he helped the fox in a seated position and allowed him to lean against the goat if necessary. It wouldn't matter though, because Jamie would pull him into a gentle hug. "Seriously dude...I can tell you're getting this shit down, and I just got here."

The fox wasn't sure what the goat had in mind as Jamie helped him sit back up ever so gently, but he felt like he could trust the goat. Yarred groaned and grunted softly, leaning a bit against Jamie until he was suddenly pulled in a warm and fluffy hug. The fox blushed a bit and hugged back lightly with his aching arms. "Thanks dude...for being a heabutting beast in the ring you are a real softie." After a few minutes of bro-hugging, the fox helped himself and the goat back to their feet. "I hope to face you again someday, dude. Thanks for everything." Yarred lightly hugged the goat once more before going their separate ways.