Two off-duty dogs engage in a friendly fighting match between each other during some time out on the beach. Which one will win? This is my end of a trade with  Jacked-pitty!

Beach Fight: Bruce vs. Mavrik

It is a nice sunny day out for people to hang out. The local beach is open, so what better way to spend some fun time than go to the local beach to chill and hang out? Apart from the sun's bright golden rays shining down on the earth, the sky is clear, save for a few clouds creeping by occasionally. A breeze will blow every now and then, adding to the cool down for the temperature.

The temperature for the day is actually warm at around 80°F, summer weather to be outside in, provided drinking water is added into the mix. One of these clients happens to be wandering along the beach, taking in and enjoying the sights and scents in relaxation.

One of the beachgoers is a muscular male doberman with black and brown fur, his sunglasses perched on top of his head. The red floral T-shirt he is wearing is unbuttoned, showing his buff build underneath. Apart from a pair of light blue swimming shorts, this doberman is enjoying the weather.

Being a bodyguard, vacation time comes sparingly. Although Bruce enjoys the action more, there are moments like these where unwinding is better. Passing the time, the muscular bodyguard casts his brown eyes around the scenery, taking in the beautiful surroundings.

While Bruce is admiring the coastline and the horizon before him, he takes note of the clear sky, raising his head to watch for a bit. Then he turns back to retreat, starting off for another area of the beach. While traveling along the sand, Bruce contemplates, "There are times like these where I wish I could come out here more often. This is such a wonderful place."

Reflecting on his time as a bodyguard for hire, Bruce often contemplates the memories he's made; the clients he's served, the enemies he's taken out, moments like these are where he reflects on his job. Still, the doberman has other parts of his daily life to attend to.

Coming to another part of the beach, Bruce perks up at noticing a more public section of the beach. There happened to be a section for physical activity such as weightlifting; just passing through, Bruce thinks nothing of it, so he resumes his walking. However, he stops again and takes another peek to observe.

Bruce has no reason to feel conscious or out of place, yet he takes a few quick peeks at his biceps as a result. Slowly, he curls his arms inward, repeatedly flexing them a few times before rolling his shoulders and shrugging, passing up the opportunity for a workout. He mutters to himself, "Ah, no need for a workout, I'm good." And then he turns around to leave, slamming full-force into a muscular rottweiler!

*WHUMP!*

"Erk!" Both rottweiler and doberman go down from the impact, leaving behind a small dust cloud. Bruce stands up, dusting himself off while watching the Rottweiler get up seconds later. He apologizes, "Sorry, didn't see you there." Little does Bruce realize he is staring up at the other dog.

"Eh, it's okay. Just be more careful next time." The rottweiler advises in a light tone. Bruce finally realizes that he is just staring at the rottweiler's chest and he soon directs his gaze upwards to meet the dog's hard gaze. The Rottweiler softens his expression where his ice blue eyes are a striking contrast to his overall appearance.

"Thanks. No need to tell me twice, but thanks; I'll be more careful." Bruce begins to walk but after taking a couple of paces, the doberman stops and whirls around to rush back to the rottweiler. "Hey wait a second! You look familiar!"

The taller dog huffs out a response while asserting, "Probably from the fighting posters you've seen every once in a while. My name is Mavrik."

Bruce smiles at the greeting and pats his shoulder. He introduces himself in return, "My name is Bruce. Funny seeing you here. Are you here to workout?"

"Mmmm yes, but I have Also been searching for a practice partner." Mavrik related, much to Bruce's interest. This makes Bruce's ears perk up in response to Mavrik's statement. The doberman proceeds to comment on his own stipulation, assuming, "Being a bodyguard, you always have to be ready to fight when the situation calls for it. But you aren't a bodyguard, are you?"

Mavrik smirks and relates, "Actually, I take up bodyguard jobs every once in a while. But apart from that, I'm also a military fighting instructor."

Nodding his head in understanding, Bruce gives an impressed whistle while folding his arms across his bare chest. "That must be pretty tough for ya. You have the size and stature for it, and you're definitely built like me, a little bit more built but impressive still. We should hang out sometime and get to know each other."

Mavrik starts laughing for a bit, commenting and pointing out, "If we do happen to see each other on the job, I'll try and see about that. So what are you here for?"

"I'm out here on vacation." Bruce's casual response follows with the doberman stepping aside to take another view at the workout section and he turns back to Mavrik; rubbing the back of his head, the doberman points out, "I was wondering about that spot down there. Truthfully speaking, I never gave it much thought because as you see here…" trailing off, Bruce demonstrates his strength, flexing his biceps in front of the rottweiler.

Grinning at the doberman, Mavrik comments and agrees with Bruce. "I see; eh, I felt the same way but hey, we can't let that go to waste now can we? Hey, speaking of, you know how to fight, right?"

Blinking at Mavrik, Bruce nods his head. "Yes, why?"

"Why don't we have some boxing practice? You and me on a practice match?" Mavrik suggests, much to Bruce's anticipation and interest. The taller dog then raises the stakes a little, "Loser buys the winner drinks."

This causes the doberman to scoff in return. "Those conditions seem worthless! I would never fight under those conditions! Do you even realize how important being a bodyguard is!?"

Not only does Bruce feel unsettled, but he can still see the calm stare still plastered on Mavrik's face; the short temper didn't affect him one bit. Or did it? The Rottweiler raises his eyebrows in question only to relax then again. And then the Rottweiler enunciates again, "Listen buddy, I do have experience in that field, more so when I'm on active duty. So yes, I understand what it's like having to protect someone from danger. So, are you still interested or not?"

Rubbing his chin in consideration, the doberman wonders, "You guys do carry protection, right?"

"Of course! It wouldn't look right with someone leaving here on their fun day with a broken nose and a busted lip now would it?" Mavrik teasingly remarks. Bruce rolls his brown eyes while balling a fist and slamming it into Mavrik's chest in a medium manner to demonstrate his strength again.

"Tch! Very funny, Mavrik. How many people do you know have left here injured?" Bruce didn't get the light tone that Mavrik was displaying, to which the Rottweiler points out, "I'm only joking, Bruce. No need to get hyped up or anything."

Bruce does relax while considering Mavrik's proposal, rubbing his chin in consideration. Finally, after a short time of thought, the doberman shrugs and throws his red shirt aside, proceeding to join the rottweiler towards the workout section. "Eh, I don't see a problem with it. But if anyone's leaving with broken bones, it's gonna be you, buddy!"

Picking up on the cheeky tone, Mavrik warns the doberman, "I would talk so smug if I were you. Anything can happen."

Bruce just laughs off the warning in agreement, not even bothered. "That's true, between us and all that."

~~~~~

A short time later, Bruce and Mavrik are standing opposite each other, with the doberman in red and the rottweiler in blue. The headgear they are wearing matches their outfits, but Bruce wasn't exactly feeling the headgear. He continually fidgets with the helmet in complaint. "Man, this thing is so tight, my ears are being squished! I don't like this!"

Mavrik, meanwhile, is unaffected by the headgear, though he too fidgets with the equipment; just not as much as Bruce. The rottweiler eventually assures, "Eh, after some time, you'll get used to it. I assume this is your first time wearing headgear?"

"You're darn right I'm not used to this! It makes me look ugly!" Bruce complains further. This only causes Mavrik to laugh in return, warning the doberman, "Go ahead and take it off; if your face is busted, don't come crying to me then!"

Rolling his brown eyes, Bruce grumbles in an annoyed tone, "Oy, can we get this over with? I want to return to my relaxing vacation time."

"So do I, but I would advise you to keep the headgear on to lessen injury; you'll get used to it." Mavrik smirked while giving the doberman his final advice. Eventually, Bruce begins to relax while shrugging his shoulders, beginning to come to grips with the protective equipment. "Maybe you do have a point, Mavrik. Now can we get this on?"

A wicked grin spreads across Mavrik's muzzle upon taking the offer to begin the fight, leaving the doberman little time to react. "Gladly!"

"Alright, let's get this started! Hit me if you d–" Bruce doesn't even finish his sentence upon feeling a fist immediately slamming into his abs!

*WHAM!*

The wind that Bruce has left is knocked out of him and he doubles over on impact, coughing and feeling from the gut punch. When Mavrik withdraws, Bruce clutches his stomach, panting to catch his breath. After a bit of recovery, he slowly straightens up while staring into the rottweiler's gaze, meeting his ice blue eyes. "Oh, it's on now!"

(BGM: Clutch - DJ Icey [Need For Speed: High Stakes OST])

The dogs begin to circle each other while staring each other down, anticipating a move from their rival. While Bruce is still reeling from the stomach punch, he is on the defensive. Mavrik, meanwhile, is focused and relaxed while circling the doberman, searching for an opening to move in.

While the doberman is kept on guard, Mavrik finally moves in, stepping forward with a right hook to Bruce's head. The moment Mavrik moves in is the moment Bruce cancels this out immediately, launching a swing of his own to Mavrik's left side. Then the doberman begins to swing his hooks in alternating fashion, bashing the rottweiler's sides in return for a total of 10 swings. Although Mavrik steps back for some room to recover, Bruce steps forward with an uppercut aimed for his rival's chin, which sends the larger dog staggering backwards in surprise.

When Bruce deals another blow to Mavrik's abs, the Rottweiler shakes his head while commenting, "You're an aggressive one, aren't ya?" Seeing the focused expression on the doberman prompts the Rottweiler to continue the match. He steps back and raises his right fist to swing it down on Bruce's head, though this is evaded when Bruce arches his body to the side to avoid the attack.

"Hmph, you're fast, so I'll give ya that." Bruce smirked in return. Then he charges in slamming his right fist into Mavrik's stomach. The rottweiler hardly has any time to react since he is now forced on the defensive.

While making sure his opponent is on the defensive edge, Bruce attempts a solid uppercut for Mavrik's chin. Instead, this is instantly blocked by the taller rottweiler, who dishes out an attack of his own.

The taller dog then unleashes a sudden right haymaker going for Bruce's gut. But instead of striking him on the stomach, it hits Bruce's side instead, causing him to cry out while clutching his side. Groaning, Bruce lightly massages his side while still reeling from the impact. Shakily, he straightens up slowly while gritting his teeth at the Rottweiler. "Okay, now you're going down!"

Stepping back into the fight, Bruce sends a right cross directly into Mavrik's face, catching the rottweiler by surprise. Then the doberman sends a fast right uppercut going directly for Mavrik's chin, further dazing the taller canine. He follows this up with a swift right haymaker for the rottweiler's body, striking him hard in the stomach. Mavrik staggers back a little bit, exhaling sharply through his nose. After a few seconds, he suddenly starts chuckling.

"Hey, what's so funny?! You don't laugh during a boxing match!" Bruce calls out in an annoyed tone. Mavrik is unaffected, though he grins again at the shorter doberman. He retorts, "Bruce, you need to lighten up a bit, have some fun once in a while!"

Stepping in with a heavy right hook, Bruce attempts to make contact with Mavrik's abs, only to miss from the larger dog stepping back to avoid the incoming fist. The doberman is met with a pair of fast jabs to the stomach that send him reeling back a little. Shaking his head, Bruce growls and launches a sudden uppercut at the rottweiler, catching him in the stomach before withdrawing and circling him.

*WHAM!*

"Oogghh!!" For a moment, Mavrik seemed to appear cross-eyed from the huge hit. The rottweiler utters a pained grunt, reeling for a moment while backing off again and straightening up. Keeping his eyes on Bruce, Mavrik begins to circle the doberman in matching his movements when Bruce charges in again, aiming to deal a fast jab to the face. Unfortunately, he is cut off by a right hook to the face in return, which sends him down to the sand but not out.

"Argh! Fortunate little dog…" Bruce huffs while lying on his side. He gets up seconds later to return to the fight while Mavrik quickly steps aside to take a position across from him. However, Bruce grows a questionable expression and says, "How long is this gonna go on? You said this was a practice match!"

"This goes on when one of us goes down and can't get up for 10 seconds." Mavrik reminds him and then he remarks, "I thought you knew the basic rules of boxing!"

Bruce scoffs at the Rottweiler in return, rolling his eyes. "Duh, I'm not stupid. I've been in countless fights during my time as a bodyguard, so you can zip it!" Charging at Mavrik again, Bruce aims a left haymaker at his chest, only for Mavrik to sidestep away, sending Bruce off balance. While the doberman quickly recovers, Mavrik remarks, "Once again, I'm joking. You need to relax."

"Relax, huh? As much as I'm enjoying this, we're getting nowhere!" Bruce complains in response. He quickly blocks an incoming body blow to the stomach and Immediately retaliates with a fast uppercut of his own, nailing the taller dog on the chin. Then he nails the rottweiler a second time with the same attack, this time following up with a right cross to the stomach. With Mavrik reeling from this one, Bruce sends a left downward hook to the rottweiler's face, followed by another uppercut to the chin.

Panting and winded, Mavrik is once again forced on the defensive. He starts to guard his face, leaving his abs open. This leaves Bruce with the window to attack and he goes for it, sending a mixed combination of jabs, hooks, and uppercuts to the rottweiler's body. Overwhelmed by the blows thrown, Mavrik steps back to recover… only for Bruce to deal a sudden right overhead to Mavrik's abs to send him down!

*WHAM!*

The taller dog yelps, recoiling and doubling over to clutch his stomach. He is then sent to the sandy ground by a right haymaker from the doberman, sending Mavrik teetering forward and collapsing on his side in a heap, throwing up a thick cloud of dust. Bruce had to step back and cover his eyes to avoid being blinded. When the dust clears, Mavrik is just pushing himself off the ground, standing upright, but clutching his bruised stomach in the process.

Seeing this makes Bruce comment, "Usually, taller dogs are more durable. You seem to be more of the durable type than the flimsy type. I expected more of a challenge from you."

Hearing this causes Mavrik to assume that Bruce isn't impressed. Arching an eyebrow, Mavrik explains, "When I nailed you super hard on your side, I could have broken something. So I toned down my fighting style a little bit. I let you win. You don't think I've noticed?"

Taken aback, Bruce's brown eyes widen. Had he really been mistaken? This leads the doberman to conclude, "You're saying you lost directly on purpose?! That's not a true fighter!"

Sighing out of annoyance, Mavrik removes his gloves and headgear and begins marching towards Bruce, beckoning the doberman to follow him. Reluctantly, Bruce follows suit and retrieves his shirt in the process while falling in line behind the rottweiler, removing his fighting gear as well. While following Mavrik, Bruce wonders, "Okay Mavrik, what's this all about now?"

Leading Bruce away to a private section of the beach, Mavrik turns to acknowledge Bruce and explain, "Sometimes being a true fighter means losing some battles in favor of life."

"Mavrik, what do you mean by that? It makes no sense!" Bruce objects in return, waiting for the taller dog to give a more logical explanation. He falls silent when he notices Mavrik literally pointing to him in particular, but directly towards his lower torso. Following where Mavrik is pointing, Bruce trails his brown eyes directly to his own abs and that's when he notices it; there is a pink scar surrounded in bruising on his six pack. At seeing this, Bruce falls silent while raising his eyes up at the taller dog.

(BGM: Choose and Contemplate - Bejeweled 2 OST)

The doberman concludes, "So let me get this straight, you accepted defeat to prevent injury to me?"

Mavrik rubs his head while filling the doberman in on some loose details. "Well, I toned down my fighting like I said. If I had kept going, then yeah, you'd have some busted ribs. Speaking of which, how did you earn that scar on you anyway? That's an unusual spot for a scar."

"Tell me about it." Bruce rolls his eyes again, but this time it's all in good faith. Then while focusing on the scar on his abs, he elaborates, "Weapons are always a guard's friend and enemy, depending on whose hands the weapon is in. But that comes with the territory. Really though, I'm used to it, but I don't know about you."

"Ah, I never had that many jobs like you, so I'm still getting my feet wet in a sense." Seeing the skeptical expression on Bruce's face prompts Mavrik to further elaborate, "I told you I take bodyguard jobs every once in a while! I just don't do it as often as in my boxing career."

"Hmmm, I see. Well, maybe if we do happen to meet each other again, I can give you some pointers." Bruce obliges happily. "I can be your training partner in the business and I am not afraid to show you what I can do."

Taking the suggestion to heart, Mavrik agrees to the advice. He begins to leave but stops, turning towards the doberman again. "Yeah, I'll consider it! And maybe in return I can help you with your boxing technique. Now where were we, hmm?"

Catching on quickly to the question, Bruce mockingly retorts, "The big doggie lost his game, so drinks are on you buddy! Honestly, you seem like a cool guy to get along with, even though you're huge." Comparing their height, Bruce finally stands shoulder to shoulder next to Mavrik, and he sees quite a difference! Literally looking up at Mavrik, Bruce wonders, "How in the world did you become a tree? Usually, most dogs cap at the 6 foot range!"

"Growth spurts; no steroids or anything of that sort." Grinning down at Bruce, Mavrik separates himself from the doberman and moves in to lift him up, giving the doberman a sudden piggyback ride. Well, Bruce is adamant, to say the least; he lightly objects to this, "Uh, can you put me down? No need to show off or anything."

"Who said I was showing off? I'm just giving you a lift." Mavrik retorted back in return. He leans forward to allow Bruce to slide off, firmly planting him back in the sand. The pair soon begin leaving the beach with the Rottweiler announcing, "Off to the bar! Drinks are on me!"

~~~~~

Bruce belongs to  Jacked-pitty, Mavrik belongs to me!