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Veins bulge, face turns purple – the lad's kicking wildly, nails scratching Warwick's arms, drawing red lines. Brutal stuff! Finally, he goes limp, out cold. Warwick stands tall, bloodied but beaming. Family cheers: "You're unstoppable, love!" Two defeated – and now, the twist kicks in. The next challengers are plumping up, folks. Chubbier, heavier – this is getting interesting!
Enter Lad Three, a pudgy version now, cheeks like chipmunks, belly jiggling under his shirt. Prediction: The extra weight might slow him, but it'll pack more punch. Still, Warwick's cunning; I reckon he edges it.
Ding! Lad Three waddles in, throwing a heavy overhand right. Warwick dodges, but the kid's mass clips him, sending him stumbling. Warwick recovers, launches a flurry of body shots – fists thudding into soft flesh, eliciting grunts and wheezes. The lad swings back, a meaty fist grazing Warwick's jaw, splitting skin. Blood trickles! Warwick's eyes blaze; he drops low, sweeps the legs. The chubby teen crashes down like a sack of spuds, mat shaking. Warwick pounces, raining elbows – crack! A nose breaks, crimson gushing. The boy yields, sobbing. Three down! Family: "That's my hero!"

Lad Four, even chubbier, rolls in like a bowling ball. Prediction: Warwick's tiring a tad, but his technique's top-notch. He'll outmanoeuvre this one.

Bell! The fat lad barrels forward, using his bulk to pin Warwick against the ropes. Warwick squirms, but the pressure's immense – ribs creaking. He headbutts the kid's chin, stunning him, then slips free and unleashes a barrage to the kidneys. The boy howls, fat rippling with each impact. A wild punch from the lad connects, busting Warwick's lip – blood flies! Warwick retaliates with a choke, squeezing until the eyes bulge. Tap out!

Four gone. And now, after two more, they're fattening up again – these next ones are proper porkers, obese territory!