Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy Novels & Stories

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.

“No way. I’ve been waiting all week for this.” My eyes widened immediately after hearing that confession. “You have actually been waiting several weeks to fight somebody.” Haven nodded proudly. “Of course.” I covered my face with both hands while laughing loudly. Around us, dozens of pedestrians had already gathered nearby. More people openly pointed their phones directly toward the scene unfolding. Several people were recording every single second of the fight. One woman dramatically gasped while standing inside the crowd. “Oh my goodness, this entire thing will definitely go viral.” Another man immediately nodded his head in complete agreement.

Ellie had to lock her jaw and lower her gaze not to show him how disgusted, horrified, and enraged his cold assessment of living, breathing people made her. “Now we’re making a bundle off them testing drugs we’ve cooked up to enhance the military and fitness freaks.” He turned away to tear off his gloves. “Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, s

He punched Todd and said, “I’m sorry. For 100 million, you’ll be going down.” Boom! Suddenly, Rick switched from defense to attack. He stopped backing away and met Todd’s punch with a punch of his own! Rumble! Their fists collided. A dazzling energy fluctuation and a terrifying aura erupted! Everyone thought Rick would be sent flying. However, they were shocked to find Todd, who had been taking the upper hand, flying out instead. He crashed heavily on stage, fell on the edge, and almost rolled down!

"Yes, of course, he's super pumped. As you saw earlier, he's been practising and practising for this. He's more than ready to kick this guy's ass here. He's not gonna believe what he has coming, trust me." The guy started protesting and wanted to retaliate but his manager reminded him that if he tried any rubbish, he'll be disqualified from the fight, so he calmed and swiped his index finger across his neck, facing me. I recognized that it was a threat and I took it. It even made me more pumped. "Is this the last time we're gonna see you in the ring or it's just the beginning?" The press woman asked again.

As Julian said to start the fight, the commentator started announcing Round one of the match and everyone started shouting and enjoying the show. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS! WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT FIGHTING CLUB. THE MATCH IS ABOUT TO START NOW! SO, GUYS BE READY TO KICK SOME ASSES ORRRRR YOUR ASS WILL BE KICKED BY SOMEONE ELSE." I chuckled at my commentator, he is a funny guy. He is the only one who can entertain everyone here without fighting. Only his talks are enough.

I approached the fighting ring while rolling the sleeves of my shirt up my arm, people parting to make way for me. Inside the ring, the guy- the size of Douglass- flexed his inked muscles before lunging forward. Mel waited for his assault with a determined face. Instead of hitting her, we all thought, the guy leaped into the air and deposited a bone-crushing kick right on her stomach, sending her flying out of the ring. My blood boiled high and dangerously, and I climbed into the ring and stood behind the guy who was currently gloating about being the first one to put Melody down.

Russsell's face is getting red, and the guy only tightens his hold on him. Uncle Fred slams his hand on the mat making Russell look at him. I see the panic in his eyes, he's going to lose the fight. "Now you listen here, kid! You didn't come all this way to lose to some steroid-infused chicken shit, did you? Now get your head out of your ass, focus! and fight like the damn fighter you know you are. Remember all the shit I taught you to. If you can fight against me, you can fight against anybody. Now show these fuckers what you're made of. Show them what you got. Show them WHO. RUSSELL KNIGHT. IS!" he yells out, looking at Russeell menacingly.

Do I make my self clear? ''Roger, sir,'' replied Miriam. ''The panel starts in ten minutes,'' Williams added. ''Mr Abdullahi Salim has many questions for your county and the state of security in the city. Do get ready.'' ''Roger, sir,'' Miriam relied, standing still at attention. The duo of Salim and Williams proceeded away from Miriam as they continued their chat across the room. Miriam knew that Salim had his claims. She knew he had some game up his sleeves. The soft-looking man she saw a moment ago was only a camouflage of a cunning and clever mastermind of political schemes. He must have his claim ready, but she equally had her answers prepared.