Johnny Cage Thumbs Up Novels & Stories

she snapped and Moxie rolled his eyes before shuffling around in the outside pocket of the duffle bag for a very thick pair of leather gloves. Mj licked her lips as Moxie unzipped the sack and pulled two pairs of sturdy silver cuffs from the pack. Moxie placed the larger pair on Casper’s chest and began fixing the smaller pair to his wrists. As Moxie squeezed the braces closed around their captive's hands he began to groan and move, so without thinking Mj snatched the cuffs from Casper's rib cage and started clasping them around his ankles.

The thug saw this and he started hurling Jai with the debris scattered around the stage. Although, it did exactly nothing to Jai because the debris turned to dust when they reached Jai's skin. The thug somehow had a bad feeling and started stepping back from Jai. But Jai stepped forward and immediately ran punches and kicks to the man. Jai used one of the styles he had trained yesterday. Right fist to the chest, followed by left jab to the side, then uppercut to the jaw... And lastly, as the man already fell to the ground and started to get up, Jai presented a reversed somersault with a lightning stomp on his back.

The thugs surged forward, sneakers pounding like war drums. Minsung’s grin sharpened. “Oi, Joonwoo. Don’t slow me down.” Joonwoo chuckled, conviction blazing in his eyes. “Then keep up.” The first thug lunged with a wild punch. Joonwoo slipped past, his fist snapping out, a clean straight to the ribs, the sound like a hammer cracking wood. The thug folded. Another swung a metal pipe. Before the blow landed, Minsung slid in, twisting the thug’s wrist and in one fluid Sambo throw slammed him over his shoulder. Concrete shuddered on impact.

Jaxson wasn’t prepared for Jared’s nails and they grazed in on his inner thigh. The crowd didn’t like that as they booed Jaxson for not being quicker. Jaxson picked Jared up by his neck and squeezed it hard till he was blue in the face before throwing him on the other side of the cage. Jared hit a metal bar with a sickening thud and fell to the ground, unmoving. Since we could tell he was still breathing by the raising and falling of his chest, the challenge was still on.

Apart from those, he wasn't such a man of big stature. "My name is Jackson. I am the boss of The Thrill. You are Raymond. She is Grace, the zombie fighter. Aren't you thrilled?" Jackson stretched his hand to shake hands with Raymond. Raymond refused to take it. "It's okay, if you don't shake hands. You're still bathing in hot surprise" he walked away from them. An iron cage dropped over the two of them immediately Jackson moved away from them. "I won't want you to think of yourselves as prisoners. I just hate losing my men easily and carelessly. They are like brothers to me" he put his hand on his heart emotionally.

He all but screamed, catching the attention of everyone around us. "Chill! This was from the fight at The Pit against Crusher. I told you about that!" I pulled my arm free and placed it over my bruising to try and move attention away from it. Liam saw my action and softened up. "Did you at least kick his ass?" I smiled and nodded. "Good." I started to stretch and warm-up. Suddenly I heard Jax's voice over the speakers. "Ladies, and gentlemen! Welcome to The Cage!" The crowd went wild. "Tonight, so far undefeated, fighting a total of 23 times here. Let's welcome, Flame!" The crowd went wild as his song came on.

Before I left, I looked straight into her eyes and said, word by word, "I was the person in the photo. I won the lottery. $30 million. Kellan didn’t lie." Her previously lifeless gaze snapped into focus. She stared at me as if she wanted to devour me whole. "Zara Nightfall! You won’t die a natural death! I’ll kill you! You will go to hell!" I smiled at her. "No. You're the one who will go to hell. As for me, I’ll live comfortably for the rest of my life." I watched her grind her teeth in fury as I slowly walked out of the detention center. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and my future was wide open.

"Fake! This is fake!" Kieran’s face filled with panic as he shouted as well, "That’s right! This must be AI-generated. We're not those people in the video! Elara, have you lost your mind? Just to help Rowan fight for property, you’d even fabricate evidence like this? Do you realize that’s a crime?" They lunged forward like headless flies, scrambling to snatch the phone from Elara’s hands. At that moment, court officers rushed forward and restrained them.

George immediately strides over to Celine, who has backed up against the wall by the door and is holding a hand to her throat. “Baby?” She releases her throat as soon as he’s next to her, and tilts her head back so he can see. There are angry red marks where his fingers had been, and a few fingernail marks from where they had dug into her, but nothing more. He nods and pulls her into his arms. She rests her head on his shoulder, and he growls, “He broke his thumbs to try and kill you, knowing he’d die. And he thinks his brother is the zealous one.” Celine chuckles, coughs then groans.

Copper haired man grunted, tearing off his shirt so that the sweaty veins of his muscles rippled beneath the tan skin as he grinned at me. “Not bad sonny, not bad at all.” Eddie replied, squatting on his haunches to grip my hair roughly before I honked him in the nose with the flat of my palm, connecting with a satisfying crunch. “Fucking bitch hit you!” Johnny screeched and I spat a bloodied clump at him too, giving up any hope of escape completely. No way I was going into this without fatal injuries and dammit if I wasn’t looking forward to it.