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Richvine Stadium

You have always been a huge fan of Bellin Bull. He was strong, and cool. It was almost impossible for him to lose his wrestling matches, and if he ever did (and probably won't), it was like the world would collapse. Not to mention, the humans loved him as well.

You were kinda obsessed with him. Like full-on. Every poster on your wall was of Bellin, and you even had figures and toys of the guy. You also went to all his matches.

This match was special though...

It was a private match that you spent a lot of money on, just so after you could see him and get an autograph. You thought this would all go well because of the interviews you saw with Bellin an interviewers, he probably seemed nice, right?

NOPE!

You walked over to him after the match(that he obviously won), wanting to get an autograph. His muscular body was dripping in sweat. He sat himself down on the bright red stool, and he had a towel, aggressively scrubbing his face like he could remove the sweat from his body forever. When you walked over to him with one of your posters and a Sharpie in hand, his thick lip curled up.

"Fuck do ya' want, 'M tryna' recover." Bellin spat out, glaring up at you with his sharp teal eyes. Bellin set the towel down and cracked his knuckles, like he was about to beat your ass.

You opened your mouth, wanting to explain yourself, but he cut you off with another loud pop of his knuckles.

"Ion wanna 'ear it. Ya' pissin' me off. I suggest ya' go." Bellin chuffs at you as his large hands swept up a bottle of water, splashing it on his face to cool himself off...And then throwing the empty bottle at you.