Regular Show One Pull Up Novels & Stories

Lola instructs. Piece of cake. I get to the ground, and I begin. At the tenth push-up, my body starts to shake, but I don’t care. Everyone seems to be holding their breath, watching me, and when I get to the fifteenth, the crowd erupts in cheers, catching me offguard. Bree cheers the loudest. I giggle, standing up and wiping my tears. “Christiana, you’re next. Don’t hold back.” Rue glares at me.

RICHARD's POV Andre pulled his shirt off like it was nothing. No announcement, no pause in the work. He just grabbed the hem, pulled it over his head, tucked it into his waistband, and picked up the next crate. I kept my eyes on the box in front of me. Thirty seconds. Maybe less.

utters Karen while holding my hands as hard as she can. "No, I'm not gonna let you go, Karen. I promise. Please, hold on tight. I'm gonna pull your body up, okay?" I hate promises but I just did to her. "Just let her go, Melvin. You're breaking your arms already!" yells Julian. But I simply ignore him. Instead, I crawl my legs to defend our weights combined. "At the count of three, I'm gonna pull you up, okay? Use your feet to support your body from falling, is that clear?"

Someone in the group said. "I have several trophies, but you know." "We should do a little one on one sometime then." "If I'm not too busy." "What did I miss?" Nick asked, handing me a plate of fruits, while placing our drinks on the table. "Your wife wants to challenge me to a Polo match." Johnathan smirked. "Yeah, Reign told me that she is one of the twelve ten-goalers. I wouldn't recommend playing with her because you will get smoked." "That is impressive." Johnathan said.

Then I pulled out the same jet-black folder I had taken home the day before and flung the signed documents straight at their faces. "Unfortunately for you, your perfect plan is about to fall apart."

She saw Athena’s name registered on the screen. “Can I—” She nodded. There’s no need to inform her or ask her permission about it. She shook her head. She trusts him and will never doubt that Andrius will cheat on her. “Hey, Sam,” Calum called her. She turned to him. “After you do the routine for the You Are the Reason song, the pulley will pull you up and wait above for a minute before Rewrite the Stars will be played, got it?”

He smirked as if he'd won. She purses her lips as she deliberately pulls both arms backwards while stepping on his back. "You up red?" Challenging the next guy in a sweatshirt. "I'm afraid his name's not red, it's Toby. Not a fan of close quarter combats though. Anyway the name's Cole, can you let go now? I'm breaking." The man in a suit watched them discreetly from afar. Nodding his head, acknowledging her abilities and confirming that he made the right investment.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

“Oh no! My knees are getting weaker!” Blake gritted his teeth. ‘Stop using energy just to complain!’ “Keep pulling guys, we can do this!!!” “1..2…3…PULL!!!!!” “1..2..3..PULL!!!” They heard Keenan and his teammates chant as they pulled. Their method seemed to work, since they were starting to get dragged away by them. The person at the very end in Blake’s team finally fell and soon they were pulled along. “Prrrrrrrrt!!!!!!!! Winner, Legends!!!!”

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing a hairy chest, and tossed it onto the couch behind him. The room erupted in cheers and claps, like it was the funniest thing they’d seen all night, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched. It didn’t stop there. The next hand went down, and another guy had to peel off his pants, standing there in his boxers while the group razzed him about his skinny legs.