Bell and Grimm circle the ring.
Grimm remembers this prick.
"About time I get to kick your ass."
"Why are you mad?" Bell stopped and raises his paw to his chin.
"I thought the girls had to see that you were bark and no bite."
That was enough. The young wolf throws himself at the permiscuous fox, and the two now lock up into a grapple. Despite an apparent strength advantage, Grimm gets thrown into a headlock by the more experienced Bell.
Cyrus attempts to escape the grinding hold, but the grip is too tight. Grimm pushes the Fox into the ropes, using the ropes resistance as more strength, and successfully throws Bell to the opposite end of the ring.
The Reaper's Son always loved this move. He first throws himself to the ground as the opponent runs over him, then he goes for a leapfrog as he comes back, showing off his athleticism to the crowds.
But as he goes for the elevated jump, however, Grimm feels a little bit more than gravity, as he is PULLED out of high altitudes by Bell, who must have been doing his research on Bell.
Grimm gets dazed as he rolls over from the romance between his face and the mat. But, he sees two leather boots targeted at his chest. Grimm reacts quickly and dodges the stomp and following kicks as he gets back off the ground. The two circle the ring again, one with a little better judgement.

Grimm is created by me.
Bell is created by Pteroid.