Ike Smash Brawl Novels & Stories

Little Mike yelled. Little Mike’s hands left his throat and he gasped for breath. Two other men were trading punches with Little Mike, two men he didn’t know. Little Mike pulled a shiv from his pocket and Jake jumped in between him and his target. The shiv went into Jake’s ribs and blood gushed from the wound. “We got you,” a voice said. The other man was beating the shit out of Little Mike and Jake slid down the shower wall.

Liam said, refusing to back down. Vane’s hand moved faster than Liam could blink. He grabbed a full beer bottle from the table and smashed it against the edge, sending shards of glass flying. He held the broken bottle up, the sharp edge glinting in the dim light, pointing it directly at Liam’s chest. “Then you’re not leaving at all,” he growled.

he looked like a god of war. His eyes were glowing, his teeth slightly elongated and every muscle in his body was coiled like a spring about to snap. Smith tried to lung at him but Jacob was a shadow. He dodged the punch, grabbed Smith’s arm and with one brutal motion, snapped it. The sound of the bone breaking was sickeningly loud in the quiet street. Smith screamed but Jacob didn't stop. He delivered a kick to the man's chest that sent him skidding across the asphalt.

BAM! A sweeping kick struck another man's knee. KRAK! Another sickening crack echoed through the arena as the knee snapped. The man collapsed screaming. Another thug tried to stab him from behind. Black Garuda saw it. "Boss!" Arka didn't even turn around. He stepped back half a pace. The stab missed. Black Garuda came in from the side. BUGH! His hammer-like fist smashed into the attacker's face, sending teeth flying. The arena had now descended into complete chaos.

he shouted at me. Without warning, Damien lunged at me, his fist aiming for my face. I ducked, the adrenaline surging through my veins as I swung back, landing a solid punch on his jaw. The crowd around us erupted, cheers and gasps mingling as the fight escalated. “Is that all you got?” Damien taunted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip with the back of his hand. I didn’t bother with a response. My body moved on instinct, fueled by the need to protect Katrina, to end this madness. We exchanged blows, the world around us fading into nothing but a blur of fists and fury.

He didn’t bleed. He just smiled. They circled each other like predators, fists flying with lethal intent. Blood came early. Damon’s lip split open, a crimson line trailing down his chin. Then came the uppercut— savage, merciless —slamming into Damon’s jaw and sending him crashing to the mat. I screamed, my voice raw, my heart lurching into my throat. The crowd gasped in unison, a wave of shock rippling through the arena. But Damon rose.

He knocks his forehead into mine and I hold his stare, “She smelled like oranges, Nevi but her tits were—” “Fuck you!” He sends my head snapping to the left with a power-packed punch. I repay the favor with quick jabs to his ribs and the real fight begins as we tear into each other like beasts with every blow and nobody moves to separate us. Nobody dares. Malakai stalks into the ring with a hose and opens the tap on our bloodied forms. We turn our glares at him and he retrieves his phone, pointing at it. “We have a problem!”

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

Alex snapped, standing up from his seat, his chest inches from the man’s. The man sneered, unfazed. “Oh yeah? You think you are some big shot?” Alex’s patience snapped. Before he knew what he was doing, he shoved the guy hard enough to send him stumbling back into the barstools, knocking over a few drinks in the process. Chaos erupted as Alex began throwing punches at the guy who also returned a few, hitting Alex in the face and busting his lips. The bartender shouted for security, and other patrons quickly backed away and gave the security a way to reach the brawl. The man scrambled to his feet, but before he could retaliate, several bouncers already held them, pulling them apart.

The hits were brutal and unforgiving. Fuck, if that was what they did to their gang brother, Amber tried to imagine what they did to rivals. She was pretty sure she saw a tooth go flying from the shorter guy’s mouth in a hail of blood splatter. After that lovely image, she turned her attention away from the ring and back to that woman abusing bastard.