Novel & Cerita Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy

He's gonna take her down in less than 3 seconds" I heard someone spoke I walked into the cage with full confidence, I don't care if he defeats me but I won't be going down without a fight. Ali was in there too, he was shirtless revealing his six-packs in grey shorts. He was still sweaty from his previous fight "Are you sure you wanna do this? Because I'm not gonna go easy on you" "I won't go easy on you either" I replied but he just laughed. "Fight!" The announcer screamed. I stared at Ali, the supposedly best fighter in The Matrix, he was bouncing on his toes, with clenched fists, ready for action. I slowly adjusted my gloves, with a hint of nerve... I was determined to win this.

Jamiel doesn't see that coming on the way,she was awestruck too, she wasn't expecting that,Anger was clearly written on the opponents face. Crystal couldn't just imagined someone disrupting her one time chance with Damien. She couldn't resist the urge not to fight, not after seeing Damien's reaction. Her two little bunnies stood behind her seeing the J's group are ready for a fight too. They jumped on each other turning the party into a fight

“Are you ready to dance, brochacho?” Ringo called, with a Wild West stance. Tanaka lowered his stance, breathing in deep. “Si, partner.” The bell rang and their battle began. Ringo moved first. His feet barely touched the dirt before he was in front of Tanaka, arm snapping out, Ringo slightly hitting his jaw. The air buckled where his punch passed, a warped shimmer like heat rising off stone. Tanaka sidestepped. Or tried to.

Adrenaline pumps through my vein, I turn, ready to rumble and my breath ceases. Shit. Fucking hell. Ben is my opponent.

3: A Week Earlier . . . Cundle rubbed his bald patch, and sighed. He was a short bloke with a neatly trimmed beard and glasses. His belly hung over the front of his jeans, stretching the trendy T-shirt he wore. “Any idea what’s causing it?” said Sloman, who was tall and thin with a long face and a liking for tweed jackets, which made him look older than he was. “I do have a theory,” said Cundle. “But it’s still hypothetical and not very conventional I’m afraid.”

has a few. The bell rings to start the fight, the first to attack is "the destroyer", as I said it is very slow, never give the first blow as you show your weakness as soon as you start. Cambell dodges it easily and throws a right hand leaving a little stunned the "destroyer", but does not stay there as he hits him with a left to the stomach leaving him bent. He recomposes himself a little and tries to attack again but leaves his face free and Cambell takes advantage of it to give him a very strong hook throwing him to the ground, when he tries to get up he gives him a kick leaving him unconscious. The announcer enters the ring and raises Cambell's arm signaling his victory making everyone s

an older guy explains, "These will be submission fights only, refrain yourselves from doing real damage or there will be consequences. There’s no biting allowed, is that understood?" We all reply with acceptance. "Okay, now both classes line up with your own," he orders and so we do. I stand behind Manny and wait for the others to get in formation, "Now, face the opposite class. The classmate in front of you will be your contender." "They're so damn uptight," Manny whispers next to me as we move to face the other class. I'm facing a guy named Kory. "They think they're big shit," I whisper back to my friend, moving my eyes to the officers to focus on Jason.

“We take care of our own,” By this time, I had already stripped myself to only my jeans, and I grabbed a bandage and wrapped it over my knuckles. I made my way inside the cage, and I waited patiently for my opponent to enter. The big Russian guy was hesitating. He looked over at his boss who was sizing me up and down. Finally, the old Russian gave the fighter a nod, and the big bald guy swaggered into the ring. The crowd went wild with roars and cheers as the cage door closed, signaling the beginning of another fight. The bell rang through the air and I got myself into position, preparing for what’s to come.

Every inch of his body displayed his ripped muscles. I just smirked. Although I knew that there was no way I could have beaten that man I came with a plan. I saw Kyle give me a pleading look. “Don’t worry, I have fought worst. Go ahead I don’t want to fight you.” I said and he visibly relaxed then as he was walking away and got a glimpse of my new opponent, he tensed. I just shrugged it off and I got in my fighting stance. The man walked on the ring raging like a bull. I think his name was red bull. And man did it fit him.

It's what I called a sweet smile of death. I nodded to the announcer, as a queue that we were ready. “LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUUMBLE!” The announcer let out a thunderous roar. We're in the middle of what they're calling a battleground, but it's really just a fighting ring. They just have a thing for naming the things around them. From another point of view. It was a technically an unfair fight. One girl versus three men, the odds were small, and the word fair does not exist in this place. That's all I know. The thought makes me smirk.