Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy Novels & Stories

The act of showing obeisance today was not an easy feat. “Why? Are you too scared to advance? How dare a rabble like you try to dabble in the security business? What a joke!” The Steel Man’s expression was filled with disdain and he even gave them a thumbs-down gesture to ridicule them. The hand gesture triggered the rage of many people. They were a bunch of vigorous fighters trained in martial arts, so they were rather hot-tempered on their own. How would they allow themselves to be challenged like this? A hot-tempered fighter stepped forward with long strides and said loudly, “Who the f*ck do you think you are to be so arrogant? I’m going to f*ck you up!”

The urge to slide my shoes off is insane, but I have zero energy to reach down and unbuckle them. “Anytime. See you at Saturday’s fight, man.” The male ducks and dives, throwing a couple of mock air punches with a smile, trying hard to impress Arry and getting all jocular and best buddy. I resist the urge to eye roll, now nestled in my seat away from his caring hands and slide down the leather to try and just calm the side to side waves going on around me. “My money is already on you, Bruv’. Tornado Carrero is a sure thing! I saw you at your last and you were on top form, that right hook is deadly.”

The caption underneath read: “Next time we won’t knock. And next time, we won’t miss.” My blood ran cold. The game had just become deadly.

The LED screen shapes a heart, and I watch it break into two on the screen, “Umbra makes the rules, and for this fight… There would be no weapons.” “9 minutes 0 seconds.”

After ten minutes first fighter did his appearance in ring flashing his toothy smile especially at girls and threw some punches in the air bouncing on his toes. "Woah he is trying to attract girls ", Kiya whispered in my ear and I nodded in approval. Dub Dub My heart beat picked up suddenly ! "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE MOMENT IS HERE FOR THE MAN YOU ALL ARE HERE TO SEE.... " "THE FEARLESS , LIMITLESS ..THE MAN WHO IS HERE NOT TO TAKE PART BUT TO TAKE OVER..THE ONE AND ONLY CHAMPION 'RAZE' ", The MC yelled through the microphone. The next second roars and whistles filled in the warehouse to no end.

Both participants nodded and the MC smiled. “Ladies and gentlemen! Without further ado… Ruhan and Jai!” Both men went to their position and stared each other in the eyes. Jai might’ve said that they will have an honest battle. But Jai couldn’t help but think that he could not be very honest in this fight or any other previous fights. If he did, each and every one of the participants might not come home from the arena. His punches before were not really charged. They were filled with sparks, but small ones that could make his opponents taste ants squirming on their faces.

I watch his back tense, and it’s only then I notice how lean the man is. “Beta Cal, Ma’am” He says without turning to look at me. I glance at Clay who is also frowning. This man is the Beta, he is barely above skin and bones, and his nervousness is off the scale. For a Beta he seems far too weak and has no presence at all.

I gladly sat on the chair and gave him a bright smile then he asks, "What do you usually have?" "Dark mocha frap." I answered, looking down on my hands on the table. "Got it. Usuals?" He asked the other four guys he's with, they nodded and Milo, with a nod of his head, sprinted into the line at the counter table. "So," the guy on my left exclaimed, "I'm Rin, the best drummer in the world." "Yes I know you," I replied as the others laugh. "I'm Lorien, nice to meet you." I flashed him a smile.

He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. He took the phone which was ringing continuously. "hello Mr Ray the fight is ready " He cut the call entering the walk in closet . to get ready.

The crowd, a motley collection of gamblers, thrill-seekers, and hardened locals, pressed in around the ring, their faces a blur of anticipation and shadow. Elijah stood in his corner, his trainer’s hands wrapping his knuckles with practiced speed. The tape felt like a second skin, a comforting armor against the brutality he knew was coming. His opponent, a man known only as “The Wrecking Ball,” was a hulking mass of muscle, his scarred face a testament to countless past battles. The Wrecking Ball pounded his gloves together, the sound like a drumbeat of intimidation. “Remember the plan, Eli,” his trainer, a wiry man named Leo, whispered. “Don’t get tangled up with him. He’s all power. You’re