Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy Novels & Stories

The announcer begins, grabbing everyone's attention. "WE ARE EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE THAT DAREDEVIL HAS GRACED US WITH HER PRESENCE THIS EVENING!" I nod towards the announcer, signaling him that I'm ready for the fight. The announcer smiles before going back to his introduction. "IN THIS CORNER, UNDEFEATED IN 167 FIGHTS, THE HAMMER!" The announcer says, pointing to the far corner to where my opponent is standing. The man is absolutely brooding. He looks like a bodybuilder on crack. His muscles are ripped to the point that it looks like they will fly out of his body. It even looks like his blood is pure muscle. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a permanent scowl on his face. It didn't look like

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.

"That's right! Freedom of speech!" "You're punishing us! This is abuse of power!"

Four months later … “He’s up next!” Aunt Shelly screamed in my ear. I didn’t need her to tell me because I’d been waiting for it. I’d counted down each fight waiting to see Rage. The New Orleans arena was huge compared to the one at home. We’d been waiting for this match since Rage started fighting at the gym.

When we got there we saw groups of men carrying baseball bats, pipes, and steel. Gave and I looked at each other. We already know who is plotting them. I felt Gave put his hand on my shoulder and look at me so, I look at him. One of his hands was in his pocket while the other was on my shoulder. He smirked while looking at the men waiting for us and looked at me. “Are you ready? It looks like we gonna fight now,” he said with a smirk. I laughed weakly and crossed my arms. “I'm always ready, at any time and anywhere,” I said smiling.

He glanced at Henri, who grinned and waved a hand, all showmanship. “Let La Rosa Nera have her fun,” Henri called, leaning forward. “This’ll be a spectacle.” The gate clanged open, and I stepped into the cage, the crowd’s cheers spiking. I stretched again, arms high, letting the noise fuel me. My opponent swaggered in, a muscular beast, built like a MMA tank, tattoos snaking across his arms, eyes sneering. “Well, fuck me,” he spat, circling me. “A pretty little thing like you? Gonna cry when I break your face, sweetheart?”

Jon Tulip tensed, enhanced muscles coiling as he prepared to strike again. And I knew, with absolute certainty, that the final fight had begun.

A giant of a man walks into the ring and beats his chest. “Dear goddess.” I whisper “That’s Rumo.” Sylas says, pulling my attention to him. “He’s going to tear his opponent apart with his bare hands.” I say to nobody in particular Sylas smiles a dark smile “Wait till you see his opponent.” The man steps out from the corner of the room, I haven’t seen him yet but by the way people’s heads whip in that direction, I know that Rumo’s opponent has arrived. The crowd roar and cheer as the man steps into the ring. Something about him is familiar. He is not as tall as Rumo, and not nearly as built as him. Rumo seems to be nothing but muscles upon muscles.

“Save the trash talk for the ring, pretty boy. I’ll enjoy breaking you.” The fight was called five minutes later. The cage was chain-link and rust, the floor stained dark from old blood, the crowd lost their minds when we stepped in. I bounced on the balls of my feet, rolling my neck, keeping my eyes locked on Maddox across from me. He was rolling his shoulders, muscles shifting under all that ink, cock still half-hard in his shorts like the sick fuck got off on this too. The ref barely finished the rules before the bell clanged.

[Damn it, he backed out! What do I do, everyone? Please help!!! How can I get him to agree to come out?!] Aside from the commenters cheering him on, the same user who had first offered advice reappeared. [Does it have to be your buddy who takes the fall?] [Can't you just find someone else?] Simon replied, clearly displeased: [No. It has to be him. I just don't like him. You have no idea—during lunch today, the way he acted all high and mighty pissed me off. Anyway, I want to see him socially ruined and condemned by everyone!]