Freddy came into the studio with a cocky attitude, thinking his speed and street style would be enough to survive a friendly spar with Atlas. But this wasn’t friendly, and it definitely wasn’t a fair fight. From the moment the bell rang, Atlas took complete control—locking Freddy in punishing holds, dragging him across the mat, and cutting off any chance of escape. Axl, who was supposed to mediate the fight, instead held Freddy back whenever he tried to fight back, making it clear this was a setup. Atlas unleashed his strength without mercy—stretching, twisting, humiliating. Freddy's shirt is torn off in the heat of the struggle, leaving him exposed and dominated. The tag-team beatdown becomes brutal as Atlas and Axl take turns punishing Freddy like a training dummy. He screams, he struggles, but the pain just keeps coming. This is a lesson in power and control—and Freddy’s not the one teaching it.
