Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy Novels & Stories

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.

She looked beautiful. Their eyes met and he smiled at her. She smiled back but still wrung her hands nervously. She'd admitted to being really nervous about seeing him fight on their way there. His eyes then traveled to behind Roni where the guy stood clapping and also smiling, only now Noah wasn't smiling. His eyes locked on the guy. He gave him that look reserved exclusively for the ring when he stared his opponent down just before his fights, letting them know they were going down. Noah could only hope that the sudden disappearance of the guy's smile meant he got the message loud and clear. He glanced at Roni again, softening his expression back to a smile before the ref lifted his arm, d

The dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of sweat, leather, and anticipation. Fifteen naked bodies were scattered around the wrestling mat, eagerly awaiting the main event of the evening. I, Melody Rivera, the reigning fuck fight champion, stood in the center of the ring, my toned muscles rippling beneath my bare skin. My opponent, a new challenger named Lex Lux, eyed me hungrily as he stretched his broad shoulders, his thick cock already hardening at the thought of conquering me.

Quickly, I put back my mask and he nods in appreciation. This leaves me with more questions than answers. Who is this guy and why did he feel at ease when I put on my mask? It feels as if he was scared someone might recognize me. After putting on my mask, I move closer to the ring and sit there. "Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!"

"Lets get a warm welcome for the one everyone is dying to see tonight. He's from Chicago. He's undefeated. The one the girls purposely wore their good panties for. The one, the only, Camden Steel!" The song "Determined" by Mudvayne is playing loudly as I enter the arena. Slamming my fists together, I jump on the heels of my feet, my hands raised in the air as the crowd goes nuts. Hands outstretched from the crowd trying to grab at me. Thomas meets me at the cage and shoves my mouth guard in. "Remember kid, big time." He slaps my shoulder, and I nod. Standing with my arms outstretched an issued UFFL sanctioned cut man comes and applies Vaseline to my eyes, cheeks, and nose. It helps the punch

and after that cheers resonated throughout the stands. The female figure named Lauren, is a tall fourteen years old young girl. Her hair is short and she looks tough. When the emcee says “Are you ready! Are you ready! LET'S GET IT ON!” Lauren quickened her footwork and started attacking her opponent first. While the woman who fought Lauren, had a body that was smaller than Lauren, her hair was long, but she tied up her hair to not let her hair get into her eyes.

“Shut up!” “ChyAnn is going to help you put your shoes on while I link Alek and make sure everyone is ready,” I instructed as I opened my link with my mate, who was already waiting for me to contact him. ‘Are you guys ready?’ ‘Yes. Is Storm ready?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘Did she put up a fight?’ he asked worriedly. ‘No, but we need to do this fast. She’s already almost cried three times.’ ‘Shit. Okay. We’re going down. We’ll be in place in five minutes.’

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.”

“Heard about Mickey. You dealt with him yet?” I sipped. “Permanently.” They grinned. Below us, Marcus emerged into the pit — shirtless, muscles rippling with every movement, the word “Hell” tattooed across his chest. The opposing fighter — a bit taller, leaner, with black ink across his jaw and neck — came from Rouder’s cult. Rouder wasn't present but I can see some of his men cheering from the crowd. Rouder wasn't exactly a friend, but we weren't at war either. The crowd roared as the bell rang, signaling that it was starting..