Novel & Cerita Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy

"Well now who is ready for an execuuuuutioooon!?" (In the best Let's get ready to rumble! Voice.) A Charismatic voice called out in the night's sky.

“Over and yes im ready over” “Good now shut up and get on with it, we go in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1…” ‘Boooooooom’

“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..

The next morning, at 8:50 am, the main conference room was filled with employees dressed head to toe in black. Keira and Layla, leading more than 20 moms, sat in the front row. The rest of the staff sat several rows back, whispering to one another. They took the whole thing in like spectators at a show. Keira was still giving her black-clad army a final pep talk. "Remember, when Natasha walks in later, don't say a word. Just stare at her. Wait for her to talk.

It's a smile that I have never seen before. "Because the moment I've been set free from this ties will also be the moment you'll feel all the bullets from my gun going straight to the part where we've been shot." Crimson said bravely and he sounded so sure about it. Carl let out a dry laugh because of what he heard and then gave Crim another punch. 'Fuck you.' I greeted my teeth before trying to free my hands from the knots but it's obviously futile cause they had made sure that we won't be able to remove it.

He stood coldly waiting for the guy to get on his feet and once he did he went on the offense, by the time the fight was over the guy was flat out on his back barely breathing with his lips broken, bleeding and his ribs probably broken. Harmon leaned down till he was level with his left ear. " Every rumor you heard about me is true so stay clear of my way or I make sure you never play this sports again, " he threatened in a deadly tone that conveyed the seriousness of his words. At his words, the guy on the floor turned to look into his eyes at what he saw sent chills down his spine and made him gulp down in fear. Harmon smirked darkly at the guy confident that his message was received clear

“ I want to believe that you did not hear me clearly so I’ll state it again, let go of her hand” leon said. I”m surprised that Jaxton did not let my hand go, this is the first time someone did not worship leon and boy does he look pissed off. “You have 5 seconds to let go of her hand” leon’s voice echoed in the basketball court. One…. Two…. Jaxton did not glance back, he just kept walking off with my hands still in his.

When it ended, Dominique turned to me. "Think you’re ready to try?" he asked, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "I don’t have much of a choice, do I?" I said, stepping into the ring. My body tensed as another pack member, a towering man named Jaxon, took his place across from me. "Let’s see what you’ve got," Jaxon said with a cocky grin. The first few hits came fast, too fast for me to dodge entirely. Pain flared as Jaxon’s fist grazed my ribs. I stumbled but quickly regained my footing, gritting my teeth as I focused on his movements. Dominique’s voice rang out sharply.

Good prepare all the weapons we are going to war guys. WE RIDE OR DIE. SO ARE YOU BOYS READY! ( ALL) YES! GOOD! THEN LET'S MOVE OUT! ( ALL) YES, BOSS!

“Doesn’t your mouth get tired from yammering that much?” Guy was miffed. He had come here to avenge his mate—not to stand and get dissed by some brat! Clenching his fists in rage, he bristled, “Fine, then! I’ll let my knuckles do all the talking from now on—the same knuckles who made Guy Metz the indisputable boxing champion of all six states of East Chinea! Get a mouthful of this!” He raised his fists and assumed a stance before his entire bravado crumbled, his knees buckling to cover his manhood. His hands had moved to cover it too.