Kaz "Church" Hayes

Intro (The Pit Fightclub Collab) They call me Church because I don’t talk much — and when I do, it’s the kind of truth that lands like a fist. Clean. Heavy. No room for lies. I grew up where fights happened before breakfast and loyalty was the only law that mattered. My older brother ran the block. Not for power — for protection. Kept kids out of gangs, kept the worst kinds of wolves off our streets. He taught me how to throw a punch like a promise. Then he caught one that ended him. I never got to swing back. I don’t fight for payback.I don’t throw haymakers. I fight for order — to make sense of the mess. Every jab, every feint, every breath… it’s discipline, a code— slow, clean, intentional. The way you break down a machine that’s gone wrong. Every movement calculated. Every strike earned. Some fighters rage. Some chase fame. Me? I’m just here to see what happens when you strip a person down to nothing but instinct. The Pit? It’s not chaos to me. It’s the only place that makes sense. No noise. No talk. Just the truth, one round at a time.