Regular Show The End Of Muscle Man Novels & Stories

The announcer begins, grabbing everyone's attention. "WE ARE EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE THAT DAREDEVIL HAS GRACED US WITH HER PRESENCE THIS EVENING!" I nod towards the announcer, signaling him that I'm ready for the fight. The announcer smiles before going back to his introduction. "IN THIS CORNER, UNDEFEATED IN 167 FIGHTS, THE HAMMER!" The announcer says, pointing to the far corner to where my opponent is standing. The man is absolutely brooding. He looks like a bodybuilder on crack. His muscles are ripped to the point that it looks like they will fly out of his body. It even looks like his blood is pure muscle. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a permanent scowl on his face. It didn't look like

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.

Then the crowd reacting in that particular way they did when something was genuinely impressive, not polite impressed, actually stunned into it. We got close enough to see. There was a man in the middle of the platform. No shirt. Sweat running down his chest and over a torso that was all muscle and ink, tattoos crawling up his ribs and across his shoulders and down both arms. Four men were around him, or what was left of them. Two were already on the floor. One was swinging and missing. The fourth hung back like he was reconsidering every decision he had made tonight. The man in the middle moved like he wasn’t working hard at all. He caught a punch, turned it, put the man down in two moves t

"Ladies, gentlemen, our special guest has arrived—the man who rose to the top by sheer will, dedication, wit, and perseverance. Please give a round of applause, you L'etalon's newest business partner, Marionne Castello." Marionne received all kinds of praises as he makes his way to the makeshift stage. Twelve years ago, when he walked to the very first stage, he ever walked in his entire life. The day he graduated. And the day that his heart got shattered into tiny pieces. It was the day that he realized that heaven and earth would never meet. If she could see him now, what would she think? A question that suddenly rang in Marionne's mind. The event went on smoothly. Marionne met so many fam

Drunk and outnumbered, William soon found himself overwhelmed and knocked to the ground. "Bastard! I’ll beat you to death!" One of them raised a foot and aimed a vicious kick at William’s upper abdomen. William braced himself for the impact, thinking he was done for. But just then, someone rushed forward and stopped the man. "I’ve already called the police. Think carefully about what you’re doing." The group hesitated for a moment before scattering. The man then stepped forward and helped William up. "It's you!" William recognized Mike instantly. He was the doctor who had once lied for Whitney.

His stares were killing me! “Eris, come over here.” “Yes.” I stuttered. My name being voiced out by him gave me chills. And when he gave me his death glare for the third time, I almost run towards and sat beside him. I guess he would never fail me to startle with his death glares. I cleared my throat, but he was back being busy with his gun. Until my eyes landed on his well-shaped body. His muscles... fvck! I looked away as I slowly sat just few inches away from him. Then I looked around and noticed that the mansion was silent. I couldn’t see anyone roaming around. Sleeping hours, I guess?

The dark wooded door opened and in strode the man I had pointed a gun at a little over 24 hours ago, shirtless and grinning like a cat who got all the cream. I felt my throat go dry watching his muscles ripple as he moved, wiping his nape with a fluffy white towel, I tried to stop my eyes from straying lower than his solid looking pecs but they did, glazing over his glistening rock hard abs than shone with misty sweat and a tempting v-line barely covered up by the low hanging pair of basketball shorts he wore. Fuck! when had he become so ripped? my nether regions stirred and I had to gulp down the lump lodged in my throat.

He did not behave as relaxed as he had been earlier but he was fully engaged in fighting against Hunter. Hunter was slightly shorter and smaller than the opponent, so he did not have the upper hand. After fighting for five minutes, he was becoming exhausted, thus Steel Man seized the opportunity to hold Hunter down before slamming him heavily against the ground. Hunter was almost knocked unconscious from the impact and lost his fighting capability as a result. “Ptooey!” Steel Man spat on Hunter’s body and gave a thumbs-down gesture just as before. He was so highly conceited that he stood up and said, “You’re all pieces of trash.”

one of the men asked in a quivering voice. "Even if we don't follow him, we don't have any other choice." A muscular man looked quite calm and composed. "Just look at how scared you all are acting. If you guys can join a Rank S dungeon, that means you must've cleared many dungeons in the past, right?" "This is my first time…" I raised my hand meekly. The muscular man shot me a weird look. "This is your first time here? You're saying this Rank S dungeon is your first experience in this game?"

Eye contact, eye contact, I repeated to myself for the hundredth time since leaving my hotel room. I peeked around the room until I saw two men—one lying face first on a table with nothing on but a small towel across his butt cheeks. The other man dug into the naked guy’s oiled muscles with his fingers and palms. Oh my. I couldn’t look away and practically drooled over the raw muscle lying on that table. Who was I kidding? All my lady parts came to instant attention at the display of pure dazzling brawn. Dammit, not again. “I think your reporter’s arrived,” said the man giving the massage.