Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy Novels & Stories

Alexander raised his hands to silence the crowd. “I remember watching my dad do this when I was just a pup and thought that if I ever got to do this, there was something that I had to do,” he took a deep breath and winked at his mate who was hiding behind her hands and shaking her head. “LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!” There was another round of applause and laughter. In the crowd were several Alphas and Betas who grinned at each other. Some even admitted that they too had thought about doing the same thing.

Just another De Luca, born of blood, raised in violence. He clenched his jaw, his hand tightening around the glass. “We need to finalize this deal, Jerald,” said one of the lieutenants across the table, breaking the tension. “The Russians want a response by Friday.” His words fell into deaf ears because Jerald said nothing. He just sat still, glaring at the table yet taking in nothing. His eyes were fixed ahead—but empty, glazed over with a kind of haunting guilt that none of them could understand. A silence so loud it swallowed the table whole.

The sounds he made as I clawed at him, urging him deeper. His eyes found mine immediately. Where Ryker’s hair curled, Jude’s was straight and messy as it tumbled over his forehead, partially obscuring the scar slashed through his eye. “Tonight it’ll be brother against brother.” The announcer bellowed, “Who will come out victorious? Let’s give it up for Alpha Ryker and Jude Romero!” The crowd fell into a silence that lasted several seconds when suddenly they erupted in cheers. Their bloodthirst filled the air, charging it with adrenaline.

“Over and yes im ready over” “Good now shut up and get on with it, we go in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1…” ‘Boooooooom’

“Your girl is on the front row, she’s anxious for the fight, make it pretty for her.” “It’s enough, Calvin, go wank someone else with that bullshit talk. Let’s go, Sickle, your fans are waiting for your return to the top. After here, it’s just to climb a step everyday till your return to the UFC. I get out towards the straight halls to the ring. Garcia put my personalized robe, a little sickle embroiled on my the back, with my name on it, The Sickle. Cutting, surgical, only one hit and canvas.

____________________ One Week Later Karalee's P.O.V. It's the day of the fight, and I'm ready. We're in the locker room getting ready after my pre-fight interview. This is much bigger than my other fights. There are thousands more fans, and this time, they're cheering for the other woman. I don't care; I'll show them what we're made of down under.

Mickey is too busy grumbling about how long it took me to get here and how I’m going to give him a heart attack and make him lose a wad of cash all at the same time to steal one. “Calm your tits, Mick. I’m here and ready,” I say pulling on my shorts before sitting down to get my shoes. “Yeah, you better worry about my tits being calm. They won’t be fucking calm until you knock the shit out of this guy in the ring,” he mutters, though this time it’s loud enough that I can hear him as I stand. “I’m ready, man. Relax. Take a breath or some shit,” I tell him, bouncing on my toes to keep the blood pumping.

I poured oil into the fire by reminding them, "Don't forget to replace our phones. You smashed both of them." Just then, Owen spoke, his eyes red. "I refuse to accept this. One exam proves nothing! If you have the nerve, compete against us in the national academic competition!" He screamed at us, "Anita, Connor, do you have the courage to bet against me? Put the guaranteed admission spots on the line!" Connor scoffed. "Bet against you? The spots already belong to us. Why would we wager them?" I laughed too. "Exactly. Why should we risk something that's already ours just to entertain you?"

Metal clanged, boots pounded concrete, the stink of blood and sweat in the air. Remo Lombardi was already in the cage, bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to hype himself up like this wasn’t suicide. He had a crowd of his own, Lombardi boys cheering and banging fists on steel, but it didn’t matter. They could scream his name all they wanted. He was going to leave in pieces. I leaned over the edge of the cage before the door shut, calling out one last thing. “Luca.” He turned his head just enough.

Maybe this man wasn’t the monster he wanted her to believe. She was snatched from her thoughts when the announcer’s voice boomed over the speaker system, gathering the attention of the whole arena. “Come one, come all! Get ready to witness an epic battle between Jun—” the crowd went insane cheering while some booed and jeered, displeased by his earlier display of unnecessary violence. “— and The Tomb’s youngest, and arguably fiercest fighter, Raleigh!” If the crowd was crazy before, they went even wilder. The man, Raleigh turned to the crowd and raised his fist in salute to his supporters as the announcer continued his spiel.