Best Arm Wrestling Table Novels & Stories

F*ck! He should take a step back as the conflict would be easier to resolve then. However, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became! The staff at the back also looked helplessly at the scene. Why was he so heavy-handed? The chair was custom-made and very expensive! They had no choice but to replace it quickly. Otherwise, if the boss got angry, blood would flow into a river. Shawn also smacked the armrest and crushed it directly. He stood up and shouted coldly, “Hart! There’s no room for your insolence here! Tonight is the underground chamber of commerce! We’re not at your martial arts arena!”

I arrived on his fucking arm. My hand was rested on his suit jacket while we got beamed with curious eyes. A ballroom filled with hundreds awaited him. The girl on his arm was just a bonus. Each table is assigned to it's respective group, holding eight chairs for them. They're dressed with silky white cloth and elegant decor. Hints of gold make the room feel a lot more exquisite. An elevated stage is set up along the back wall. There's just a microphone on it, but it really doesn't need much else if that's what Liam will be displayed on.

Emrys drawled out, not bothering to lift her head. "I was heading to the armory to check the new weapons," I replied, standing near the doorway. "The weapons are not going anywhere," she countered smoothly. "Join me. You look like you are about to snap someone's neck. There is an empty table right here." I hesitated, but the tension sitting heavy at the base of my skull won the argument. "Fine." Pulling off my jacket and shirt, I tossed them onto a nearby chair. I climbed onto the second table. Almost instantly, a second masseur stepped into the room and began working on my shoulders. The firm pressure felt surprisingly good. I let out a rough sigh, closing my eyes.

Cade got up as Jo grabbed a card. “Black six.” Maddox looked at me. “I want Gavin and Piercy to arm wrestle.” My eyes instantly snapped to Gavin. “Get up.” He told Brittany. “Fuck yeah!” Brett jumped up. Everyone moved back as we got into position. “Standard wrestling rules.” She glared at us. “Go!” As Gavin pulled, I pulled too. No wolves could be used. This was purely arm muscles. “Looking a little red?” I baited. Gavin’s eyes narrowed at me. “Looking a little skinny there.”

He anchored his elbow on the table while his palm was raised straight in the air as he awaited my own palm for a hand wrestling match. I rolled up my sleeves…. And anchored my own elbow on the table. @SenaSen

The iron table was gone. Now there were three stone tables in the room. They were taken from the guardroom to hold up the Blacksmith's severed arm. It was a blue metal arm and it was sitting in the middle of the room. The arm was cold. It was making a low humming noise. This noise was making the mortar in the walls fall down like sand. By the end of the night the war room had changed. It was now a place where we were getting ready for something.

Words fly around, losing meaning and getting into my ears without ever reaching my mind. “Hey, you wanna give it a try?” “Let her be. Don’t you see how frail the girl is?” For some reason, the words got to my brain this time. My head jerks and my eyes meet those of a muscle man sitting across from me. As I realign myself back with reality, I understand what this is all about. I was blankly staring at two guys who were arm wrestling at a table. When they spotted me, they decided to mess with the ‘frail girl.’

After experiencing so much killing, he could tell with a look that this person was a ruthless one. “Interesting!” Dan smiled, then walked up to a table. “Kid, get over here. Since you like to play this, I’ll play with you!” “Shauna, hold Kylie for me!” Fane then passed Kylie to Shauna. Very quickly, both their hands clasped together. “Begin!” announced one of the guards. “This kid dares to arm wrestle with Dan? Doesn’t he know how strong Dan is?” “That’s right. Dan can potentially kill a cow with one punch!”

Dex wouldn’t let me give this opportunity away. “Answer him,” Dex growled from inside like he knew I’d try to shy away from the job. “Yes, Alpha Brian,” I said with much conviction. A table sat in the middle of the room; and accommodated fourteen chairs. Steel is designed to look smooth with rounded edges sculpted with wavy designs attached to it. Mother sat at the head of the table while Alpha Brian sat at the other end. They sat with smirks on their faces when they saw I remained standing.

“No! Everyone wants that. I suggest we should decide it over a fair game of arm-wrestling. “Harold argued. All of them agreed, nodding their heads as an approval. Satisfied with his team’s competitive reactions, Harold walked towards the table first, sat down and placed his right arm on the table, ready for the game. “Who wants to lose first?” He said boastfully, glancing at everyone in the room who were staring at him flexing their muscles as an act to scare him. “You, obviously!” AJ replied, mocking him. Suddenly, they heard the sound of something breaking from somewhere in the room but it was too late to figure out where its coming from. In an instant, the floor where Harold was sitting o