A chorus of boos engulf Cyrus Grimm as he enters the ring, for each different spectator, a different insult was given. "Get off the stage 'connard'!" asshole, at least they're right, Grimm thought to himself. The French crowds have always been one to hate the foreign competitors. Grimm learned that his first time in the country a year earlier, but he then quickly thinks to less embarrassing moments in life.
"On the bright side, there's no need to please here. I can truly show my abilities", thought Grimm.
"You ain't got the balls, degenere!"
"Oh, that's a new one", Grimm thought to himself as he warms up in the ring, and prepares for his competitor, one of two who humiliated Grimm last year, the Lover Boy Simon Bell. The name lover boy, while very simple in description for a complex man, boy did it fit this guy. He had it ever since he was little, flirting with the teacher in middle school. Even now, Bell's got the numbers of two vixens in the front row of the audience. Such differences made such classics.
Despite the crowd ,This isn't the only thing these two are thinking about. They know each other. A year earlier, Grimm beat one of Bell's friends. After the match, Bell and this friend ransacked Grimm's locker and left him with no clothes, running naked throughout the building. The girls laughed. Oh they laughed. Good times.
The two continue to warm up at opposite corners of the battle worn ring. The air is rancid with the smell of excitement and a mix of used cigarettes and cheap perfume.
As the two walked to the center, the ref, referee Alan PO begins to sound off the rules.
"Alright, this match is a one fall finish, pin, submission or count out. If you use weapons, get counted out, or hit below the belt, you're disqualified."
"Heard the rules before, let's get on with the fight!" The wolf interjected. Bell nods in agreement.
"Very well. Ring the bell!"

Bell is the creation of FA user Pteroid.
Grimm is created by me.