Let's Get Ready To Rumble Guy Novels & Stories

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

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.

He was not very proud of that but still he managed to get out of this trouble. “Ohh do not make me so big… I am an old man still trying to fight the world but some noise makes me irritated and hence it becomes necessary to make them silent” Mr. Riley said. Antoine smiled on hearing that. Mr. Riley was vicious and selfish creature. He was eating Zion from inside and as a part of Zion’s management; he had no trouble doing it. Everything was so easy for him and there were no questions asked.

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.

I added. Just as Loclyn was about to start a fight with us, Aaron’s voice boomed over the grounds. “It would be wise for you to walk away, Loclyn, now” The power in his voice is stronger than ever before. I looked at Ricky and he looked back at me, it was working. We chest bumped each other and took our place. Now it’s time to spar with each other. “LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEE” Ricky yelled out. This man, he will get me killed I thought as I laughed so hard and so did those around us.

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.