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He slips low, uppercuts the groin – the boy howls, doubling. Warwick mounts, elbows crashing down – nose shatters, teeth scatter. Defeated! Nine down.

Lad Ten, another max-fat monster, steps up. Prediction: Warwick's hurting bad, dislocated shoulder dangling. This could be close, but I'll back Davis to gut it out.

Bell! Lad Ten barrels in, using his girth to corner Warwick. A massive fist connects with the ribs – crack! More fractures. Warwick spits blood, eyes fierce, and counters with rapid strikes to the throat. The kid chokes, fat jiggling, but retaliates with a headbutt that opens a gash on Warwick's forehead. Blood cascades! Warwick stumbles, but grabs the ears, yanks down – knee meets face, crunching bone. The lad topples like a felled tree, out cold. Ten gone! Family: "You're a legend, Dad!"

Enter Lad Eleven, peak fatness, eyes determined. Prediction: Warwick's a mess – bloodied, broken – but he's got that warrior heart. Tough call, but I say he wins one more.

Ding ding! The enormous teen advances, Warwick circling warily on wobbly legs. A wild swing misses, but the follow-up clips his jaw – teeth loosen. Warwick ducks under, hammers the kidneys – the kid grunts, urine staining his shorts from the impact. Brutal! He turns, engulfs Warwick in a clinch, squeezing like a vice – pops and cracks echo. Warwick's vision tunnels, but he bites the ear – chunk tears off, blood spurts! The lad releases, screaming; Warwick finishes with a choke, holding till limp. Eleven defeated.