Camden
My untapped fists drive into Chase's face one after another. So much anger and rage release through each it, I can't fucking stop.
Each hit ricocheting from my knuckles up my wrist and forearm, the sound of skin against skin fueling me toward dominating this mother fucker.
Nobody lays a hand on my woman.
It's just monster against beast now.
He struggles trying to block my hits but his weak attempts are no match for my experience.
His legs come up trying to wrap around me and I anchor myself on top of him, he's not going anywhere.
My vision turns red as rage takes over my original intent of being in this fucking cage. I came to protect Tate, but being in this ring the beast wants out.
A feral roar rips up my throat as I grab hold of Chase's head ready to snap his life into nothing. Chase's mangled faces blurs into Bret's and I clinch my eyes shut.