The martial arts studio at Fightplace has gathered quite a layer of dust over the past few weeks and is in need of a thorough cleaning.

Moe volunteers to take on the annoying task. The “King of Fightplace,” Wladimir, is also present and keeps a close eye on Moe’s thoroughness. He orders the smaller guy around while doing absolutely nothing himself, just sitting there. Moe dutifully carries out the work assigned to him, but he’s annoyed by Wladimir’s stupid remarks. Wladimir, meanwhile, can’t resist letting Moe feel his alpha dominance.

Moe doesn’t put up with it for long. He’s never been one to avoid confrontation - not even with Wladi. They’ve already had a fighting encounter in the past, and even back then Moe showed neither fear nor respect toward his much heavier opponent.

A few years have passed since then, and Wladimir has gained even more weight. Moe, on the other hand, is still the same - at just under 60 kg, a slim, almost delicate-looking guy, but one who packs a serious punch when it comes to fighting.

As if deliberately seeking conflict, Moe provokes the King with comments about his age, claiming he’s past his prime and wouldn’t stand a chance anymore. Wladi doesn’t let that slide. He gets up from his comfortable seat, puts aside his cigarette and drink, and walks into the training room next door, where Moe is mopping the floor.

The situation escalates when Wladi dumps the entire bucket of water over Moe. Moe immediately retaliates by throwing his mop at him. And just like that, the major mismatch is on: roughly 100 kg versus barely 60 kg.

At first, things don’t look good for Moe. Wladi tosses the smaller man around like a toy. Moe has to find a way to get a grip on the big guy. Those who know Moe are aware that he’s tough, flexible, quick, and surprisingly strong. He also brings plenty of experience to the table and never fears bigger opponents. He knows what he’s capable of and proves it again here, managing to trap Wladi in headlocks and leg scissors.

The problem is that once Wladi breaks free, he becomes even angrier and more brutal. He tears Moe’s clothes, gags him with scraps of fabric lying around, and locks him into painful holds. Still, Moe can’t resist provoking him, repeatedly teasing Wladi about his bald head and his age. The result is escalating brutality - feet to the face, feet to sensitive areas, even socks used as a gag.

Wladi enjoys turning his opponent into a toy once again. And not only his opponent - he also makes use of objects lying around, such as car tires, brooms, belts, and ropes.

Many of his fans can probably imagine what that means.

It takes a lot to endure such punishment. The climax is reached when Wladi transforms the training room into something resembling a bondage studio. He even finds a bottle of oil standing nearby. But we won’t reveal any more than that. Just this much: by the end, the studio lies in ruins. Moe, however, makes it through the scenario largely unharmed - so no need to worry about our little youngster