Muscles In Trouble

Magnus_Flex: It's been a few months since my epic battle with Adam. Of course, I came out on top in that battle – proving supremacy over the guy. The humiliation I handed him at the end of that battle has become legend and has elevated me to the apex of the fight league.

Magnus_Flex: Adam started barking at my heels a couple months ago – begging for a rematch. I get it. He needs to recover some leverage – some standing in the league and the best way to do that is by taking down the man who put him there in the first place. I feel sorry for the dude after the way I humbled and embarrassed him, but that's not why I agreed to the fight. That battle with Adam was the hottest, most intense and most rewarding fight of my career, and I want to recapture that lightning in a bottle.

Magnus_Flex: The fight promoter said that we couldn't just have another ring battle, though. He decided to up the stakes and fanfare for the return bout, and did some engineering. I'm standing back stage where I just watched the end of the penultimate fight on a live feed from the arena. With the touch of a button, the wrestling ring lowers and disappears below the arena floor at the same time a massive metal cage slowly lowers from the arena ceiling to hover just 10 feet above where the ring previously stood. Every few seconds, a visible crackle of electricity shoots through the cage – some of the bolts of energy are clearly stronger and with larger arcing than others. A grin crosses my face as I look on. This is going to be a glorious battle... One for the ages!

Magnus_Flex: The arena lights go dark. Only the occasional electrical arcing of the steel cage - still hanging in the middle of the arena - provides any illumination. I step up onto the entrance platform and golden lights flash to life – illuminating my 280 pounds of battle hardened muscle in a double bicep flex. I'm wearing gold metallic wresting trunks and matching boots – appropriate for my position at the apex of the league. Music booms throughout the arena – pumping up the fans. Fountains of gold pyrotechnics spring to life behind me and down the length of the ramp to the ring. I strut down to the center of the arena – full of confidence and animal magnetism. I walk into the center of the arena – the cage hovers and sparks 10 feet above my head – and I strike pose after pose – showing off my magnificent physique to the rabid fight fans. They're starving to see me humiliate Adam again.

 

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: I watched Magnus on the screen from the shadows of my locker room, arms folded across my chest, jaw tight. Months had passed since that night. Months since he beat me. Months since he stood over me and turned my defeat into his legend. Every replay. Every poster. Every arrogant interview. Every time the fans chanted his name like he was untouchable, I felt that night burn deeper into me. Magnus calls it supremacy. He calls it humiliation. He says he humbled me. Good. Let him believe that. Because while he was polishing his ego, I was rebuilding myself into something harder, heavier, meaner. I didn’t beg for this rematch. I demanded it. I forced the league to listen. I forced the promoters to understand that the story wasn’t over just because Magnus wanted to pose on top of it. That first fight was brutal. I won’t deny it. He pushed me further than any man ever had. He took me into deep water and made the world believe I drowned there. But I survived.

Adam_the_strong_guy: And tonight, survival isn’t enough. Tonight, I drag him into the cage and make him feel every second of those months. The screen in front of me shows the arena going black. The ring lowers into the floor like it’s being buried. Then the cage descends from the rafters, massive and monstrous, hanging above the arena like some kind of steel judgment. Every few seconds, blue-white electricity races across the metal. Some arcs snap small and fast. Others lash violently from corner to corner, lighting up the crowd in flashes of panic and excitement. The speakers crackle. Then the promoter’s voice booms through the darkness. “Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is the rematch the world has demanded. No standard ring. No escape from pain. No mercy from steel. Tonight, two monsters settle their war inside the Electric Cage.” The crowd erupts. The cage sparks again, louder this time, the blast of electricity cutting through the noise like thunder.

Adam_the_strong_guy: “Introducing first… the man who claims the apex of the fight league… MAGNUS!” I watch him step onto the stage like a golden god, flexing under the lights, eating every cheer, every flash, every chant. Gold trunks. Gold boots. That smug confidence written across his face. He struts beneath the hanging cage and poses like the battle is already won. I don’t look away. Not once. Because I want to remember exactly how comfortable he looks before I take that comfort from him. Then the lights cut again. The gold fades. The arena falls into darkness so deep that even the crowd quiets for half a second.

Adam_the_strong_guy: A single silver spotlight hits the entrance platform. My music doesn’t explode at first. It growls. Low. Heavy. Mechanical. Like something massive waking up beneath the arena. Then the bass drops. The entire building shakes. The screen behind me ignites in metallic silver, and my name tears across it in jagged letters. ADAM. I step into the light. Two hundred centimeters. One hundred thirty-three kilos. Every pound carved for this moment. Silver trunks. Silver boots. Silver wrist tape. My body is pumped, oiled, vascular, and ready for war. I raise my arms slowly into a double bicep flex, not smiling, not playing to the crowd, just letting them see what Magnus has called back into his life. The boos and cheers crash together. I don’t care which side they’re on. Tonight, they’re all going to witness the same thing. I start down the ramp, each step heavy and deliberate. Silver smoke rolls around my boots. The lights flash white and blue, matching the violent crackle of the cage above the arena floor. I keep my eyes locked on Magnus. He’s posing beneath the cage, soaking in his glory, but I can see him notice me. I can see that tiny shift in his face.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: The announcer’s voice rises again. “And his opponent… standing at 200 centimeters, 6‘7 Talk and weighing 133 kilos…288 lbs …. the silver storm returning for vengeance… ADAM!” I stop halfway down the ramp and roll my shoulders, my traps rising like armor. Then I throw both arms out wide and flex, chest expanding, abs carved under the lights, veins running across my arms and thighs like live wires of my own. The crowd detonates. Above me, the Electric Cage answers with a violent crack of blue lightning. I look up at it and smile for the first time. Not because I’m impressed. Because Magnus thinks that cage was built to make the rematch more glorious. He’s wrong. It was built to keep him close enough for me to finish what he started. I reach the center of the arena and step beneath the cage, just a few feet away from Magnus now. The electricity flashes overhead, painting his gold in blue fire and my silver in cold steel. I stare

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy:  

Magnus_Flex: I stand under the cage and watch your entrance. Hands on my hips – shaking my head with an arrogant grin on my lips. Looking fully nonplussed by your big showy entrance. You get closet to the center of the arena – where I'm standing and I flex a massive most muscular at you – reminding you who you're up against. You can be as serious and hard core as you want, but you will still crash and burn when you come up against the champ. We lock eyes as you step under the electric cage and stride across the gap – stopping a few feet away from me. Flashes of electricity illuminate our bodies, muscles flexed and tense, eyes locked, jaws set, hands in fists - as we stand almost nose-to-nose and glare.

Magnus_Flex: The cage starts to lower and the fans roar their approval. I keep my eyes locked with yours, but I know that the cage is solid on all 5 sides. There are no doors and no escapes once it touches down. It'll be just you and me, battling like two titans until one of us submits. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I'm the one standing proud and victorious at the end of the battle. When the fight is over and the cage is raised, you'll be laying at my feet, defeated and humiliated, just like last time.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I see you standing there beneath the cage before I even reach the center of the arena. Hands on your hips. That arrogant grin on your face. Shaking your head like my entrance is supposed to impress you and disappoint you at the same time. Like the smoke, the silver lights, the electricity, the noise of the crowd, and the weight of my return are all just background to your little champion fantasy. I keep walking. Slow. Heavy. Unbothered. Because that grin on your face does not fool me. I know what arrogance looks like when it is trying to cover memory. You remember the last fight. You remember how deep I dragged you before you finally got the win. You remember that I was not some easy conquest. You remember that, for all your posing and all your talk, I made you fight for every inch of that so-called supremacy. Then you flex. A massive most-muscular pose right in front of me. The crowd roars because they love the show. They love the gold. They love the champion reminding everyone what he is. Your traps rise. Your chest swells. Your arms crush inward like you are trying to turn your body into a wall I cannot break through. I stop just short of you. A few feet away

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: Close enough to feel the heat coming off your body. Close enough to see the tension in your jaw. Close enough to watch those flashes of electricity carve blue light across your gold trunks, your flexed muscles, your oiled skin. You want me reminded who I’m up against? I already know. I know exactly who you are, Magnus. You are the man who beat me once. You are the man who humiliated me once. And you are the man who has spent months convincing himself that those two facts mean it will happen again. I roll my shoulders slowly, my silver gear catching every pulse of light above us. My fists tighten at my sides. My chest expands. I step forward into the gap between us until we are almost nose-to-nose, your gold against my silver, your arrogance against my hunger. I do not smile. I do not blink. “You keep calling yourself the champ,” I say low, my eyes locked on yours. “Tonight, that word becomes evidence. Not protection.” The cage starts to descend. The sound of the chains grinding overhead cuts through the roar of the crowd. Steel lowers around us like the arena itself is sealing its mouth, shutting out the world, trapping two monsters in the only place this war could end. Blue-white electricity snaps across the metal, flashing so bright for a second that the crowd vanishes and all I can see is you.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: You stand across from me as I flex my most muscular. Your look is confident and emotionless – you're all business. Your expression says that you're not here to fuck around. The cage booms to the arena floor – punctuated by the occasional surge of electricity. The metal of the massive structure locks into into position with an ominous clang. Just the two of us now. The crowd roars outside the cage as we stand tensed with locked eyes. You look as formidable and powerful as ever still in the silver gear from our last bout. That doesn't diminish the your god-like physique, though. Massive pecs... thick, muscular arms... solid ab wall... monstrous thighs... impressive – almost beyond belief. I reach down and adjust my bulge as I take it in. “You ready for another beat-down, Adam?”

Adam_the_strong_guy: I stand across from you and watch you flex. That massive most-muscular pose. The gold gear. The arrogant grin. The way you look at me like last time already decided tonight. I do not move. I do not smile. The cage slams down around us with a brutal metallic boom. The locks bite into place. Electricity surges across the steel, flashing blue over your gold and my silver. The crowd roars outside, but inside this cage, it feels like the world has disappeared. Just you and me. You look powerful, Magnus. No doubt. Huge. Confident. Dangerous. But I came back for exactly this. You adjust yourself and ask, “You ready for another beat-down, Adam?” I step closer, fists tightening at my sides, eyes locked on yours. “You keep talking about last time,” I say, low and steady. “That tells me you need it more than I do.” The cage crackles above us. I raise my chin. “You beat me once. Tonight, you prove it was not the only time you could.” My hands come up as the referee calls for the bell. “And when that grin disappears, Magnus… that is when this fight really starts.”

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: You bait and taunt me as we glare at each other. A roar of cheers rumbles through the cage when the bell rings. That mocking grin of yours immediately disappears from your face – replaced by determination. My hands rise up to match yours as I step toward you – like I'm going for a collar-and-elbow. Fuck that, though!! I know how that turned out last time. Instead I pull my knee up as close to my chest as my thick musculature will allow and then stomp my golden boot forwards – aiming straight at your chest with a huge thrusting front kick.

Adam_the_strong_guy: The bell rings and the whole cage shakes with the roar of the crowd. I see your grin vanish. Good. That is the first thing I wanted to take from you. Your hands come up, matching mine, and for half a second it looks like we are about to lock up the old way. Collar-and-elbow. Strength against strength. Chest to chest. Monster against monster. But I know you better than that now. I see the shift in your hips. I see your weight load onto your back leg. I see that golden boot leave the mat before the crowd even understands what is happening. You drive your knee up and thrust that massive front kick straight toward my chest, trying to blast the air out of me and remind me how fast this can become your fight. Not this time. My eyes stay locked on you. At the last second, I twist hard to the outside. Your golden boot tears past my ribs instead of smashing into my chest, close enough that I feel the force of it cut through the air. The missed impact throws your balance forward for one perfect heartbeat. That is all I need. I pivot fast, my silver boot grinding against the mat, and whip my leg around with everything I have. My shin hammers into the back of your knee with a brutal crack that cuts through the noise of the arena. Your leg buckles. Your body drops. For the first time tonight, the champ goes down. Not flat. Not beaten. But forced to one knee in front of me. The crowd erupts as blue electricity flashes across the cage above us, lighting your gold gear and my silver like a storm just picked a side. I step in before you can recover….. My arm comes up and I drive a massive elbow down into the back of your neck, putting all 133 kilos of my body behind it. The impact folds you forward, your muscles tensing hard as the shot lands clean.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: You kick the back of my knee driving a spike of pain into the joint, and I drop – kneeling on one knee right in front of you. You drive the point of your elbow into the back of my neck – pain explodes in my neck and head as stars flash across my vision. I drop down to all fours and then instinctively grab the back of my neck with one of my hands – blinking and shaking my head to try shed some of the trauma.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I watch you drop to all fours in front of me. For the first time tonight, that golden confidence cracks. You grab the back of your neck, blinking hard, shaking your head, trying to clear the damage I just drove through you. The crowd roars outside the electric cage, blue light flashing over your gold gear and the thick muscles of your back. I do not give you time. Not one second. I step in behind you, eyes cold, chest heaving, every muscle in my body locked and ready. You try to push up, try to get your base under you, but I am already moving. I launch myself down onto you with all my weight. My body crashes across your back and I drive my elbow straight into the center of your spine with everything I have. The impact thunders through the mat. Your body jolts beneath me. I stay heavy on top of you for a moment, grinding you down, making sure you feel the difference between last time and tonight. “You wanted the champ treatment?” I growl near your ear. I press my forearm into your back and rise just enough to look down at you. “Then welcome to my rematch Magnus.“

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: I'm trying to rise back up to my feet – but I can feel the heat of your body behind me – I turn my head – I sight of you out of the corner of my eye – right as you drop your elbow on my spine – driving a spike of pain into my back and slamming me flat to the canvas again. I lay there groaning – trying to roll to my side and reach my back with my hand, but you're on me – pressing your forearm and your weight down onto my spine – growling into the “champ's” ear, “...welcome to MY rematch, Magnus....”

Adam_the_strong_guy: I feel you trying to move under me. Trying to roll. Trying to get your hand to your back. Trying to remind your body that it is supposed to belong to the champion. I keep my forearm pressed down across your spine for one more second, grinding my weight into you while the crowd pounds against the barricades outside with their noise. Blue electricity flashes somewhere above us, then dies again, leaving only the hum of the metal and the roar of the arena. I push myself up off you slowly. Not because I am tired. Because I want you to feel me choosing what happens next. I stand over you and look down at all that gold stretched across the mat. Then I reach down, grab a fistful of your hair, and yank your head up hard. “Come on, champ,” I growl. “You’re not done yet.” I drag you up with me, forcing your massive body back toward your feet even while your back is still screaming from the elbow. You stagger, heavy and hurt, but I do not let go. My hand shoots down, catches your wrist, and I twist it tight. The cage behind me gives a sudden blue pulse. Then nothing. That is the danger of this place. The current does not run steady. It comes when it wants. Random. Cruel. Hungry. I glance over my shoulder at the steel wall behind me, watching the metal sit dark for half a second, waiting like a loaded weapon. Then I turn back to you. A cold grin pulls across my face. “Let’s see if you like electricity, Magnus.” I plant my silver boots, pull hard on your arm, and whip my whole body into the motion, trying to send you charging straight toward the cage wall behind me.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: I arch and hold my back as you drag me up by my hair. “Come on, champ,” blue light flashes across your face, as the fans roar their approval. They love seeing the champ in trouble. My back is burning. I try to ignore the pain. A cruel smile spreads across your face, asking me if I like electricity. Panic grips my guts as you lean back – using all your body weight and power to whip me toward the cage wall. “FUCK!!” I go stomping along the arena floor and try to put on the brakes as I pivot and slam back-first against the cage wall.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I keep my grip until the last second, driving every ounce of power through the whip. You tear across the cage floor in gold, fighting to stop yourself, boots scraping hard against the mat. I watch your panic flash across your face as you twist at the last instant and slam back-first into the steel wall. The whole cage rattles. I freeze for half a heartbeat, eyes locked on the mesh behind you. Waiting. Will it surge? Will the current choose you? A blue flicker crawls across the metal near your shoulder, then the audience is completely quiet … a Blue Electric Flash…. Curious if you Receive a blast.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: I slam back first against the metal cage wall and trigger a big shock. Blue electricity surges from the cage - straight into myy back - smaller filaments arc from the metal into my shoulders - glutes and legs. My entire musculature flexes to solid as the power courses through my frame. My body is stuck to the cage - vibrating from the shock as it holds me there for a moment - that seem like an eternity. Then release. I stagger forward - vision vibrating and unable to focus. My arms and legs rubbery after the seizing rigid. Shaking my head - looking around the cage half in wonder...

Adam_the_strong_guy: I stop a few steps away and watch the cage choose you. The second your back hits the steel, the whole wall comes alive. Blue electricity explodes across the mesh and drives straight into your body. Your muscles seize instantly, every inch of you locking hard against the cage. Your chest lifts. Your arms flare. Your legs go rigid. Even through the roar of the crowd, I can hear the crackle of current tearing through the metal. For one long second, Magnus, you are not the champion. You are part of the cage. Pinned there. Flexed solid. Helpless. A slow grin spreads across my face as the blue light dances over your gold trunks and boots. I take it in. Every violent twitch. Every forced flex. Every second of that electricity reminding you that this match does not belong to you anymore.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: Then the surge dies. The cage releases you. You stagger forward, blinking, shaking your head, your arms and legs loose and useless beneath all that muscle. You look around like you are trying to remember where you are. I already know where you are. Right in front of me. I roll my shoulders and step toward the center, letting you stumble closer. My silver boots plant hard. My arm rises across my chest, thick and ready, my whole body turning into the strike. “Welcome back, champ,” I growl. Then I explode forward, swinging a massive clothesline straight for your chest and throat, trying to take your head off before your body remembers how to fight.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: Eyes bouncing – body still vibrating from the shock, I stagger into a massive clothesline. The massive force of your arm across my upper chest and neck makes my feet fly out from underneath me and slams my back straight down to the canvas. I end up pounded to the arena floor - nearly inverted with my legs overhead. The momentum sends be tumbling backwards to ultimately land on my stomach. I lay there, face down – moaning and slowly lifting my leg to driving the toe of my gold boot into the cage floor, again and again. Wondering how the match went so wrong so fast….

Adam_the_strong_guy: I feel the clothesline connect clean. My arm crashes across your upper chest and neck, and all that gold, all that power, all that champion pride gets ripped straight off its feet. You hit the floor hard. The impact echoes through the cage. For one second your legs kick overhead, your body almost folding over itself from the force, then the momentum rolls you through and dumps you face down on the mat. The crowd outside the cage loses its mind, pounding the steel, screaming through the blue flashes of electricity. I stand over you, breathing hard, watching your gold boot slowly lift and tap the floor again and again. That little movement tells me everything. You are still in there. Still hurting. Still wondering how I took control so fast. I do not let that question breathe. I step toward you, eyes locked on your broad back, on the thick muscle rising and falling as you groan into the mat. Then I back up just enough to give myself space, drop low, and launch forward. My body leaves the floor. All 133 kg 288 lbs. of me come crashing down. I drive the point of my elbow straight into the center of your wide back, burying it between the heavy slabs of muscle like I am trying to split the champion in half. The impact jolts through both of us. I stay there for a second, pressing down, letting my weight grind into you as the cage crackles above us. “You wanted lightning in a bottle,” I growl near your ear. I push my elbow harder into your back. “Now you’re trapped in the

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: I start to push up off the floor. I clock your heavy footfalls as you come stomping across the cage floor toward me and panic drives me to get up and out and dodge out of the way of whatever is coming, but I'm too late. Your elbow lands hard in the middle of my back – driving a spike of pain into my spine and flattening me back to the arena floor. You lay on my – pressing your bulk into mine – holding me down and spitting your bullshit into my ear. I pound one of my fists into the canvas in both pain and frustration. I go to swing my elbow back – hoping to catch you in your jaw and crack that smug grin of yours.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I feel your body tense under me. Then your elbow fires backward. It clips me hard across the jaw, snapping my head to the side and forcing a sharp grunt out of me. For one second, my grip loosens and your power reminds me exactly who I am dealing with. But I do not stay there. I roll off you fast, one hand going to my jaw, eyes narrowing as the sting spreads through my face. Nice shot. Not enough. You start to move, trying to use that opening, trying to drag yourself back into the fight before I can reset. But I am already on you again. I lunge forward, grab you by the head and arm, and haul your massive body up from the canvas. My silver boots plant wide. My hands lock onto you. The crowd rises as they realize what I am setting up. I pull your head down between my thighs, trapping you there, folding that gold-covered powerhouse into position. My arms hook yours tight, locking you in place before you can explode free. For a moment, I look down at your back and shoulders, feeling you fight against the hold. Then I grit my teeth. “You wanted to crack my grin?” I tighten the lock. “Try doing it after this.” I jump and drop, driving your body down with me, aiming to spike you into the cage floor with a brutal pedigree.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: That elbow connects with a satisfying thud and a grunt from you. You step back. Got the fucker. I'm pushing myself up but slow – gotta take advantage of this opening – my arms and legs are still a little rubbery after that shock. But you're on me again – pulling me up – head and arm locked. Then you hook both my arms and lock them up tight. I yell in frustration, “FUCK!!” I struggle against the lock – trying to shift my weight one direction, then the other – trying to sit back to the cage floor. I know what's coming. I've tasted this before and it sucks. You jump and I brace for impact. You spike my head into the canvas with your mass driving me down – a blast of white stars blinds me as I bounce off the floor from the massive impact and then lay flat on my chest – holding my head with one hand – groaning and disoriented.

Adam_the_strong_guy: The pedigree lands clean. Your head and chest slam into the cage floor under my weight, and the impact echoes through the Electric Cage like a gunshot. Your body bounces once, then collapses flat, gold gear shining under the blue flashes while you clutch your head and groan into the mat. I stay on my knees for a second, breathing hard. Then I look down at you. No. I am not letting go of this moment. Not this time. You made me taste this before. You made the whole league watch you twist me, punish me, and turn my pain into your victory pose. Now you get to feel the memory from the other side.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I grab both of your legs and drag you across the cage floor, pulling your heavy body toward the center. Your chest scrapes against the mat. Your arms reach weakly, trying to find anything to grab, but there are no ropes here. No escape. No easy break. Just steel. Electricity. And me. I step between your legs, crossing them tight under my arms. I look out at the roaring crowd for half a second, then down at your broad back. “You remember this, Magnus?” I plant one silver boot beside your shoulder, then sink my knee down hard against the back of your neck, pinning you in place. Then I lean back. Hard. Your legs bend. Your spine arches. Your neck is trapped under my weight as I pull you into the LION TAMER…., using your own favorite humiliation against you. My teeth grit as I crank the hold deeper. “You taught me this one,” I growl. “Now let’s see how long the champ lasts in it.”

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Adam_the_strong_guy: Now without that golden Kneepad 😜

Magnus_Flex: My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry, but it pulls into focus as you drag me across the arena floor by my boots. I look around, panicking – reaching for anything to grab onto to stop your momentum – anything to throw at you. I shake my head and claw at the canvas as I yell, “NO! NO! NO! NOOO!” The fans laugh and cheer as you taunt and set me up in the middle of the cage. You keep hold of my boots – I’m thinking you’re about to lock on a crab, but then your knee thuds down onto the back of my neck and head. I claw at the canvas in desperation – FUCKING LION TAMER!! You’re using my own fucking hold against me. My back starts to burn as you ease your bulk into the hold. My head and neck start pounding again as the bulk of your 290 pounds is driven through the point of your knee into my neck and head. I pound one of my fists on the floor and bellow in pain.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I hear you yelling before the hold is even fully locked in. “No! No! No!” That panic in your voice tells me everything. You know exactly what this is. You know what it does. You know because you used it on me. I keep your boots trapped tight under my arms and sink my knee harder into the back of your neck, pinning your head down while your huge body arches beneath me. Your fists claw at the cage floor. Your back bends. Your abs stretch tight. Every muscle across your chest, shoulders, arms, and legs stands out under the blue flashes of electricity. The champion on display. Trapped in his own punishment. I lean back another inch. Your spine bends with me. “Come on, Magnus,” I growl, teeth clenched as I crank the pressure higher. “You like pain, don’t you?” The crowd roars as your body tightens, your muscles flexing helplessly against the hold. Your gold trunks, boots, and wristbands shine under the electric light while the rest of you strains bare and powerful against the cage floor. I look down at you and smirk. “You made this famous.” Then I pull harder. “Now scream like you remember it.”

Magnus_Flex: You lean your bulk back even further – cranking on my leg – bending my back like you want to injure me permanently and put me out of the fighting for good. Sweat rolls down my body. I desperately claw at the canvas trying to get any sort of purchase. You command me to scream like a bitch, but the side of my face is mashed into the cage floor with the lion's share of your weight pressing down into the back of my neck and head. All I can manage is an animal-like cry of anguish through gritted teeth. I gotta hold on... I'm the champ... I can't go down like this! Gotta hold on... My back burns. My head throbs, and the fans roar their approval. For a second, a flash of electricity casts your shadow on the canvas in front of me – cranking on my leg and punishing my body. You look like a fucking demon from hell!!

Adam_the_strong_guy: I feel your body fighting the hold. Every desperate claw against the cage floor. Every shake of your head under my knee. Every strained, animal sound you force through your teeth while your back bends higher and higher beneath me. For a few more seconds, I keep you there. I let the Electric Cage flash blue around us. I let the crowd see the champion trapped in his own hold, gold gear shining, muscles stretched and shaking, body refusing to break even while pain tears through it. “You’re tough, Magnus,” I growl down at you. “I’ll give you that.” Then I lean back one last time, cranking the Lion Tamer deeper just to hear that pain rip out of you again. “But I’m not done with you.”

Adam_the_strong_guy: I release your legs suddenly and let them drop to the floor. Before you can recover, I grab you hard and drag your heavy body up from the mat. You’re unsteady, hurt, breathing hard, but I force you back onto your feet anyway. My hand catches your wrist. The cage behind you flickers. Blue current crawls across the steel, then vanishes. Random. Cruel. Perfect. I pull you close for one second, eyes locked on yours. “You survived your own hold,” I say with a cold smirk. “Now let’s see if you survive the cage again.” Then I plant my silver boots, twist my hips, and whip you with everything I have, trying to send you crashing back-first into the Electric Cage one more time.

Adam_the_strong_guy:

Magnus_Flex: You finally let off the Lion Tamer. My legs flop to the cage floor and I reach for my back – still on fire from the vicious hold. My legs tingle as numbness is replaced with pain. I roll to my side – face lined with misery as I hold the small of my back. “...fuck, that hurt.” You keep jawing away about surviving my own finisher and something more about the cage. That's fine. I need you to keep running off at the mouth while I take a little break.

Magnus_Flex: No such luck, you drag me up to my feet and grab my wrist for an Irish whip into the one of the cage walls. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I curse as I stomp toward the wall, trying to slow my stop, but I can't put on the breaks. I pivot and slam back-first into the metal cage wall hoping not to trigger another shock. The cage glows blue with power as another bolt of electricity rages through my body. My back arches and my limbs to seize from the shock – fully flexed and vibrating. I hold like this with gritted teeth for a moment, and then stagger forward a couple steps before dropping to one knee – arching and holding my back – eyes squeezed shut with pain visible on my face.

Adam_the_strong_guy: Thats what I was hoping for …. Another massive Electric Shock … Mega. I watch you convulse against the Electric Cage, your whole body flexing as the current tears through you. “You like it, Magnus,” I growl, a cruel grin spreading across my face. “Don’t even try to hide it.” I laugh as you stagger forward and drop to one knee, clutching at your ruined back, your face twisted in pain. I take one slow step in, lining you up while you’re still reeling. Then I explode forward. My boot whips up and crashes into your temple with a massive superkick, snapping your head to the side as the impact echoes through the cage. “Stay down,” I snarl, standing over you. “Or I’ll make the cage kiss you again.”

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Magnus_Flex: Your boot slams into the side of my face and sends me sprawling to the cage floor – landing face down. I lay there for a second – my head reeling – my back burning – my limbs still vibrating from the big shock. I push up onto one arm – head still hanging low. The fans roar their excitement. My sweat slick body glows under an arc of electricity from above. I suck in a couple big lungs of air and try to shake off the trauma of the zap and the kick. Not feeling like the champ at all. YT.

Adam_the_strong_guy: My boot connects clean. You hit the cage floor face down, gold gear flashing under the blue electricity while the crowd explodes around us. For a second, I just stand there and look down at you—breathing hard, fists clenched, chest rising, every muscle pumped and shining under the lights. Then I turn to the crowd. I throw my arms up and flex. A massive double bicep. The arena loses its mind. “Is this your champ?” I shout, looking from the fans back down to you. You push up onto one arm, head hanging low, body still twitching from the shock and the kick. You look hurt. Dazed. Human.

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Adam_the_strong_guy: But I know better. You beat me once. You humiliated me once. And if I give you even one second too long, you will find a way back into this fight. So I stop playing to the crowd. My arms drop. My face goes cold again. I step toward you and grab you before you can rise any further, hauling your heavy body up from the cage floor. My silver boots plant wide. My hands lock onto you tight. “No more chances, Magnus,” I growl. I pull you in, bending you down, setting your head into position … Push your Head between my massive quads and flex …. Then Grab your hip with my Arms … The crowd realizes what is coming and the noise turns savage. My finisher. The piledriver. I tighten my grip around your body, feeling your muscles tense as you understand it too. Then I Lift you upsidedown and Show you to the audience … “You survived the cage,” I hiss. “Now survive me.” Then I brace my legs, ready to spike you into the floor.

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Magnus_Flex: Propped up on my elbow and one hand – sucking in a few lungs of air as you show off for the fans. The numbness starts to leave my arms and legs and my vision starts to square up a little more – need just a little more time. My heart sinks when you turn back toward me and I catch that cold glare on your face. You haul me up to my feet and push my head down – tucking it between your legs. FUCK!! I know what's coming and so do the fans from their massive explosion of cheers. I plant my palms on your quads and go to push on the thick muscle... just need to pop my head out from between your thighs, but you hoist me up before I can make my move. Hanging there in your arms – my back to your chest. I try to throw my legs forward to put you off balance, but it's no use. Your stance is solid and you've taken no damage so far in this match. You dip then jump and drive my skull into the cage floor. A spike of massive pain shoots through my skull and down my spine. A flash of while light crosses my vision and then slowly fades to black right at the roar of the crowd fades into a distant murmur. My body folds and then flops like dead weight to the floor....

Adam_the_strong_guy: The piledriver my Finishing move lands like thunder. I feel your body fold under the impact, then go loose in my grip. The cage floor shakes beneath us. The crowd explodes outside the steel, their roar crashing against the Electric Cage while blue lightning races over the walls. For a second, I stay down with you. Then I push myself up. You do not move. Gold trunks. Gold boots. Gold wristbands. That massive body lying flat on the cage floor like all the power just got knocked out of it. I stand over you, chest heaving, fists clenched, staring down at the man who once made me feel exactly like this. Then I slowly turn to the crowd. I raise one arm. The arena gets louder. I raise the other. Then I crush into a massive double bicep flex, every muscle in my body swelling under the electric blue light. My chest, shoulders, arms, abs, and thighs all locked hard as I stand above you in silver, soaking in the noise. “Look at your champion now!” I shout. The fans roar back at me. I step around your motionless body, flexing again, playing to every side of the cage. I point down at you, then slap my chest hard. “He wanted the Electric Cage,” I growl. “Now he’s part of the floor.” I drop into a most-muscular pose right beside you, my shadow falling over your gold-covered body. But I do not take my eyes off you for long. Because I remember. I remember what you did to me. I remember how fast you can turn pain into violence. So I flex one last time for the crowd, then lower my arms and stare back down at you.

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Adam_the_strong_guy: I flex …. I Turn my Body to the Fans outside and do a massive Double biceps flex to Show them who is the Boss Inside the Cage

Magnus_Flex: My eyes flutter open - still laying face down on the cage floor. My vision is fractured and spinning. My heartbeat is pounding in my head and my back is still on fire. I barely move as you do a circuit around me - flexing to the fans on each side of the cage. They roar their approval of the quick and easy match - loving the way you put the 'champ' down so decisively. You point down to me as I'm sucking in some air. Your focus is on the crowd as you roar to them about me wanting, "...the Electric Cage," and how I'm "...part of the floor, " now. Anger and resentment start to burn in my chest. I look up and my vision starts to pull into focus as you flex a most muscular right next to me - the cage flashes again with electricity and highlights your sweat slick muscles and momentarily turns your silver trunks and boots blue. I start to push up off the cage floor as you flex one more time for the fans - giving them one last shot at your massive biceps and 1000 watt smile. The anger in my chest roars immediately into a full fledged inferno. The fans try to warn you as I get up to one knee at your back - my body is now powered by rage as I swing my arm up between your legs and mashes into that heavy silver bulge of yours - flattening your package and crushing your nuts. I slowly rise to standing - hands in fists - body trembling, not from electric shock but from my fury. "YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE SURE, ADAM!!"

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Adam_the_strong_guy: I am lost in the noise. The crowd is roaring. The Electric Cage is flashing blue behind me. Every muscle in my body is pumped, swollen, and alive as I flex for them again and again. I turn from one side of the cage to the other, feeding off every chant, every camera flash, every scream. For one moment, I forget you are behind me. One moment. That is all you need. The warning from the crowd reaches me too late. …Then your arm drives up between my legs. White-hot pain explodes through me. My mouth opens before I can stop it, and a raw scream tears out of my throat. My flex collapses instantly. My knees buckle. My hands shoot down as the pain rips through my body and steals every bit of strength from my legs. I drop hard to both knees in the middle of the cage. The whole arena gasps, then erupts. I can barely breathe. My teeth grind together. My vision blurs at the edges. One second I was standing over you like the match was mine, and now I am kneeling, shaking, trying not to fold completely. Behind me, I hear you rise. Slow. Heavy. Furious. Then your voice cuts through the noise. “YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE SURE, ADAM!!” I squeeze my eyes shut, chest heaving… Moan … UUUGGHHH breathe hard …

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Magnus_Flex: The low blow drops you like a ton of bricks, leaving me hulking over the top of you. Chest heaving – hands in tight fists - dripping with sweat – looking down at you with determination and fury on my face. The arena roars at the sudden twist. I take a step up to where you're suffering – on your knees – your face lined with anguish – protectively cupping your damaged manhood. I grab you by your hair and bend your head back so I can look at you in your face, “You shouldn't have counted me out, Adam!”

Magnus_Flex: I drag you up to your feet and take a couple steps back, got something lined up for you. Nothing flashy. Simple but effective. I take a rapid step forward and plant one of my golden boots on the arena floor as I pull my other leg as far back and as high as I can – then fire off a thrusting kick with all the power I can muster - aiming the flat of my boot right at the middle of your back for a side kick – trying to launch you straight at one of the cage walls.

Adam_the_strong_guy: Pain owns me for a few brutal seconds. I am on my knees in the center of the Electric Cage, one hand braced on the floor, the other locked protectively low, trying to breathe through the shock of it. My body is still huge, still pumped, still dangerous—but right now, none of that matters. You got me. I hear the crowd roaring at the turn, feel your shadow fall over me, then your hand clamps into my hair. My head is yanked back. I look up at you through a twisted, pained glare as you growl in my face. “You shouldn’t have counted me out, Adam!” I try to answer. Nothing comes out but a strained breath. You drag me up to my feet and I stumble with you, legs weak, jaw clenched, still fighting to get control of my body. I see you step back. I see the gold boot plant. I see your other leg pull back. I know what is coming. But I cannot move fast enough. Your boot drives into the middle of my back with a heavy, blasting impact. The air leaves my chest. My body shoots forward across the cage floor, boots skidding, arms reaching too late for balance. Then my back slams into the Electric Cage. …. Blue light flashes across the metal. And for one terrible heartbeat, I wait to find out if the cage is about to choose me… An Electric Shock Enters my Body …. UUUGGGGHHHHHH all my muscles flexing …. NNOOOO …. Stagger back into the Middle …

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Magnus_Flex: You get a shock at the cage wall – it did a number on you but was definitely milder than what I got. Your body tenses and vibrates for the couple seconds of current surging through you. You stagger toward me – shaking from the zap – eyes bouncing – heavy footfalls. I take a couple strides forward to meet you with a big uppercut right at your chin. The cage lights up with a big surge of electricity right as my punch lands – lighting up your muscled physique as you pivot from the uppercut. “That's more like it,” I nod at the big arcs of electricity. I grab you by your wrist and the back of your silver trunks – then swing you 360 degrees around me – building up momentum and speed before I drive you face first back at the cage wall. “Let's try that again, Adam!”

Adam_the_strong_guy: The shock rips through my back and locks my whole body for a few brutal seconds. Not as bad as what the cage did to you. But bad enough. My muscles seize. My jaw clenches. Blue electricity crawls over my shoulders and down my spine before the current finally cuts out. I stumble forward from the wall, legs heavy, vision bouncing, trying to force my body back under control. Then you come in fast. I see the uppercut too late. Your fist explodes under my chin. “UUGGHHH!” My head snaps back, my body twisting from the impact as the cage flashes bright behind us. For a second, everything turns blue-white. My chest, arms, and abs light up under the electric surge while I stagger sideways, stunned.

Adam_the_strong_guy: You nod at the cage like you are satisfied. Then your hand clamps onto my wrist. Your other hand grabs the back of my silver trunks. I try to reverse it. I plant my boots, twist my hips, and fight to turn the momentum back on you—but my body is still lagging from the shock, and that uppercut scrambled just enough of my balance. Too slow. You swing me around you in a brutal circle, faster and faster, building momentum while the crowd roars. I grit my teeth, trying to dig in, trying to break your grip, but the cage wall is already rushing toward me. “Let’s try that again, Adam!” My eyes widen. Then I crash face-first into the Electric Cage. Steel rattles. My Body Crashs on the Cage … then another Blue Flash… UUUUGGGGHHHHHH …. My Body flexes again… NNOOOOO another Electric shock Enters my Body and makes me dazed

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Magnus_Flex: I stand a few feet off – hands on my hips and a big grin on my face – enjoying a little time-out as I take in the view. Electricity surges through your body for a second time – making every muscle on your imposing physique flex and vibrate. I gotta admit that I like the look of you – teeth bared, musculature fully taut, back arched, veins standing out on your neck as you endure the shock. As soon as the pulse ends, you stagger away from the cage wall – looking a little dazed. I start to move toward you and note that, again, your shock was milder and quicker than the shocks I endured. I boot you in the gut as you stumble toward me. I glance up at the cage and yell, “IS THIS THING FUCKING BROKEN?!!” A meager flurry of energy moves across one of the cage walls as I wrap my arm around your neck – locking on a front facelock and drop to my back – spiking your skull into the arena floor with a DDT.

Magnus_Flex: I'm feel the return of more and more power to my arms and legs with each passing moment. I get to my feet and plant one of my boots on your torso for a huge most-muscular flex – letting the fans enjoy the view and cheer for their champion right as a huge arc or power shoots down two of the cage walls. “THAT'S RIGHT. CHEER FOR YOUR BOY!!”

Adam_the_strong_guy: The cage still burns through me. For those few seconds, every muscle in my body locks and swells against the steel. My back arches. My teeth bare. My fists clench so hard my arms shake. Blue electricity crawls over my chest, shoulders, abs, and legs, forcing every part of me to flex whether I want it or not. Then the pulse dies. I stumble forward, dazed, breathing hard, trying to get my vision straight. You are already there. Your golden boot drives into my gut. “UUGGGHHH!” I fold forward, air rushing out of me, and before I can recover your arm snaps around my neck. Front facelock….. Moan …. IUUGGHHHHH

Adam_the_strong_guy: Tight. Fast. Brutal. I try to brace. Too late. You drop back and spike me headfirst into the cage floor with the DDT. The impact detonates through my skull. My body flips, crashes, and sprawls out beneath you. The crowd explodes as I lie there twitching, one hand dragging weakly across the floor, my head ringing like the cage itself is inside my skull. Through the haze, I feel your golden boot plant on my torso. Then I hear the roar. I force one eye open and see you above me, locked in a huge most-muscular flex, veins out, chest heaving, feeding off the fans like you own the storm again. “THAT’S RIGHT. CHEER FOR YOUR BOY!!” The cage answers with a massive arc of electricity down the walls, lighting you in gold and blue. I grit my teeth. My muscles are still shaking. My head is pounding. My body wants to stay down. But I start moving anyway. One hand presses to the floor. Then one knee. Slow. Unsteady. Furious. You got your moment back, Magnus. But I am still breathing.

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Magnus_Flex: “The fuck...?” My gold boot starts to rise up – spoiling my posing as you slowly push yourself off the canvas. You're a tough fucker... I growl and stomp the small of your back, yelling, “STAY DOWN, ADAM!!” I step over and straddle your back – pulling both of your boots off the canvas. I cross your ankles and tuck the outside boot under my pit and sit into a sharpshooter – easing my bulk back and staring to bend you in half in the wrong direction. I call to you over my shoulder, “How's that back feel, Adam? Lemme help loosen it up for ya - after that shock you took...”

Adam_the_strong_guy: The stomp drives the air out of me. My chest hits the cage floor again and pain shoots through the small of my back, hot and deep. I try to crawl forward on instinct, but there is nowhere to go. No ropes. No break. Just the Electric Cage glowing around us and your weight stepping over me. Then you take my legs. My eyes go wide. Classic sharpshooter. You cross my ankles, trap one boot under your arm, and start turning me over. I fight it immediately, palms scraping across the floor, shoulders twisting, trying to keep my hips from following you. Too late. You sit back into it. Pain rips up through my knees, hips, and spine as you bend me the wrong way. My back is already screaming from the cage shock, and now you are grinding your full weight into the hold, pulling harder while the crowd roars. I grit my teeth and pound one fist against the floor. “AAAGHHH!” Your voice cuts over your shoulder. “How’s that back feel, Adam?” I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing hard, trying not to give you the sound you want. There is no rope break. No escape that way. So I stop reaching. I stop crawling. I force myself to think. You took the cage. You took the DDT. You took the shocks. You are strong as hell, Magnus—but you are not fresh anymore. And I feel it. Just a little. The pressure is brutal, but your base is not perfect. I plant both hands hard against the floor and start shifting my hips. Not away from the pain—through it. I twist, bridge, and drive my shoulders up, trying to roll under you before you can fully settle your weight. My legs burn. My back howls. But I keep turning. “Not… yet…” I growl through my teeth. With one violent surge, I throw everything I have into the reverse, trying to roll my body over and drag your balance with me. No ropes. No break. So I will break the hold myself.… and go to Reverse your sharpshooter… lets see who got more power Left …

Magnus_Flex: I'm sitting down into the sharpshooter with your leg tucked tight under my pit. All of a sudden, you push up onto your hands – pushing your chest and stomach off the arena floor – letting out an animal-like growl of agony and effort. The arena gets to their feet and starts to scream with excitement as you fight to resist... or even BREAK the hold! WHAT THE FUCK?!! I feel your body shift – into the direction that I've crossed your legs. My brain screams – is this fucker trying to roll into the hold and uncross his legs. You must be enduring insane joint pain on both your knees and hips. Your power is amazing!! I start to lean forward from your incredible leg strength. I slam my free fist into the canvas to stop my forward momentum and plant one boot a little wider and more solid – then the other. I dig deep for that reserve of strength that every good wrestler has. Bearing my teeth and with a howl of muscle and might, I fight your twist. The fan excitement kicks up several decibels at the battle of power and determination. With a more solid stance and a fiercely leveraged position, I manage to lean back and grip your knee with my free hand – controlling the lock. I throw my head back as I block your rotation - roaring to the roof of the cage, “YOU'RE NOT ESCAPING THIS ONE, ADAM!!” - then sit back solid into the sharpshooter – cranking on your legs – sending an agonizing jolt of pain trough your knee and hip joints as I bend your back. My face is lined with effort and sweat is rolling down my body, “SUFFER, YOU BASTARD!! SUFFEEEERRRR!!!”

Adam_the_strong_guy: My whole body is shaking. For a second, I almost have it. I feel the hold shift. I feel your balance move. I feel the crowd rise with me as I force my chest off the floor and drive every bit of power I have through my arms, hips, and legs. Pain tears through both knees. My hips feel like they are being ripped open. My back screams from the cage shock, from the DDT, from every second of this match. But I keep pushing. I growl through clenched teeth, trying to roll into the lock, trying to turn your own pressure against you. Then you stop me. Your fist slams into the floor. Your boots reset wider. I feel your body drop lower behind me, heavier, stronger, locked in again. „NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO…”

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Adam_the_strong_guy: You grab my knee and control the angle before I can finish the rotation. The escape dies… my try to Reverse the hold dies in that Moment. Then you lean back. Hard. “AAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!” The pain explodes through my knee and hip, sharp and brutal, and my arms almost collapse under me. I claw at the cage floor, fingers scraping uselessly as the Electric Cage flashes blue around us. The crowd is screaming. You roar above me. “YOU’RE NOT ESCAPING THIS ONE, ADAM!!” I hear every word. I hate every word. Because right now, you are right. My body is trapped. My legs are twisted. My back is bent. No ropes. No break. No easy way out. But I refuse to give you the tap. I slam my fist into the floor once, then again, not submitting — just trying to keep myself awake through the agony. “Not… to you…” I spit through the pain. My muscles tremble under the pressure. My vision blurs. But I keep my hand open. I keep it off the floor. You can make me suffer, Magnus

Magnus_Flex: I look over my shoulder and grin at your suffering. Loving the feel of your body trembling in the hold and your fury at the failed escape. I ease back even further in the hold – pulling on your legs – making your back bend ever further. I can see over my shoulder that your hand hovers above the canvas – like you're ready to tap, but you pull it into a fist and pound it into the arena floor in defiance. Tough fucker.... I shake my head in frustration and admiration. A huge flash of electricity lights up the cage right as I growl over my shoulder, “I've got you, Adam.” You won't tap, but I've got you hurt. I release the hold and stand – straddling your body for a big double bicep flex. I move around to head and pull you up by your hair to yell in your face, “You know it... I know it... They know it....” I stand and face the fans and roar, “I'M THE SUPERIOR MAN!!!” I do a circuit of the cage – flexing for the fans – loving their cheers and adoration – whipping them up. I work my way back to you and drag you up to your feet by your hair. I position you in front of me – arms wrapped around your waist – belly-to-back – setting you up for a Release German Suplex – right into the cage wall. I growl in your ear, “You ready for your big finish...?”

Adam_the_strong_guy: My body is trapped in the sharpshooter, and for a moment there is nothing but pain. My knees burn. My hips scream. My back feels like it is being pulled apart piece by piece. I shove my palms into the cage floor and try to push up, try to twist, try to find even one inch of space. Nothing. You have the hold locked too tight. “AAAGGHHH!” My fist slams into the floor once. Then again. Not a tap. Never a tap. Just pain. Rage. Defiance. Then, suddenly, the pressure disappears. My legs drop to the floor and I collapse flat, chest heaving, sweat dripping off my face. I hear you stand over me. I hear the crowd roar as you flex above my body, drinking in every cheer like the match already belongs to you again. Good. Keep posing. Keep talking. Keep wasting time. I drag in one … Deep breathe … then another

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Adam_the_strong_guy: My legs are still burning, but my head starts to clear. You pull me up by my hair, yelling in my face, telling the world you are the superior man. I let you have the words. I let you have the noise. Then your arms wrap around my waist from behind. German suplex. I feel you set your feet. I know what comes next. Not this time. I snap my elbow back hard into your temple. BAM 💥… Once. BAM 💥 …. Twice … Then another …. BAM 💥 Heavy. Sharp. Desperate. Your Head Must be ringing After those Hits Like the Bell 🔔 of the Ring …. I feel your grip loosen just enough.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I twist out, drive my knee up between your legs… Take that Bastard BAm 💥…. and your power breaks for one perfect second. That is all I need. I turn into you, grab your head, and shove it down between my thighs. The crowd changes instantly. They know. I hook you tight, arms locking around your waist as your gold boots lift off the floor. I hold you upside down for one long second, your massive body suspended, helpless, the Electric Cage flashing blue behind us. “Ready for my finisher, Magnus?” I drop. Your head spikes into the cage floor with the piledriver…. The second one for you for Today … The impact shakes through both of us, but I roll through it and push up to one knee, breathing hard, staring down at you through the electric light. “You should have finished me when you had the chance.” On my knees exhausted… breathe hard Sweat Drops down my Body

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Magnus_Flex: You blast me in the chin a good 3 or 4 times – connecting hard – especially the last couple times. My head snaps back with each elbow and my grip on your waist all but falls away. You pull my hands away as you pivot and move in tight with me – slamming your knee into my heavy golden bulge - flattening my nuts. I stagger back a couple steps – nearly backing into the cage as pain and nausea floods my nuts and my legs go to rubber. Before I fall to my knees, you strike like a viper – grabbing my head and tucking it between your legs. You hoist me up and waist no time. CRUNCH!!! You spike my skull into the cage floor for the second time. My world immediately goes black, and I lose consciousness for the 2nd time in this fight. My body folds in your grip. You release your hold and my dead weight unfolds to the arena floor. My boots connect with the cage wall and it sends another bolt of electricity through my body – jolting me back to conscious. I instinctively roll to my side and pull my knees toward my chest. My hands drift back down to my busted manhood – still throbbing from the low blow – as I groan and rock side to side – not sure which way is up or even where I am.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I drive your head into the cage floor a second time with everything I have. The impact echoes through the arena. For a heartbeat, everything goes still. Your body goes limp in my hands. I let you fall, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling as sweat pours down my body. The crowd erupts, convinced that has to be enough. I look down at you. You are motionless. A grin spreads across my face. I turn away and throw both arms into a massive double biceps pose, every muscle tightened as the fans roar back at me. I slowly rotate, flexing for every side of the Electric Cage, feeding off the noise and believing I’ve finally ended this war.

Adam_the_strong_guy: CRACK!… BBBZZZZZ… whats that…. Did Not mention that your boot touched the Electric Cage at that Point of the Match…. Another surge of blue electricity races across the cage. I hear the current before I see you. I glance over my shoulder. Your body jerks from the shock. Your hands move. Your knees pull in. You roll onto your side. My smile disappears. “…No…” I stare in disbelief as you actually begin to move after a second piledriver. “What the hell…?” I shake my head, half laughing, half stunned. “What are you made of, Magnus?” Then i see your boot Must be Connected with the Cage …. Ohhh the Shock brought him back …. The crowd explodes all over again as you fight your way back toward consciousness. I clench my fists. Respect flashes through my mind for just a second. Then it is gone. “You just don’t stay down…” I take a slow step back toward you, eyes locked on your every movement, my breathing steadying again. “Fine.” “If you’re still breathing…” “…I’ll just have to beat you again.”

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Magnus_Flex: I roll onto my back with my knees pulled up – eyes blinking – trying to focus – half blinded by the arena lights above the cage and the flashes... of electricity? I lift my head off the canvas and give it a shake – trying to focus on what's going on. Wrestling? No... a cage. I'm in a fight. I roll back over onto my stomach and reach – probing my environment. My hand falls on a boot... silver... A cage match... against...? ADAM!! Fuck... Gotta get up and stay in this fight... I start to paw my way up your leg – planting my palm on your dense quad as I pull a knee forward. I reach up and grip the rim of your silver trunks for stability and then pull on your trunks to get up to my knees – placing my other hand on your abs. Need a breather. I lean against your body – my face is half turned and pressed into your bulge. The arena is roaring. I hear the your voice but I can't make sense of the words. Gotta stay in this fight.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I feel your hand on my leg before I even look down. Slowly, stubbornly, you claw your way back to your knees, using every ounce of determination just to stay in this fight. I shake my head with a half-smile. “You really should’ve stayed down, Magnus…” I mutter, watching you struggle to find your balance. For a heartbeat I let you think you’ve bought yourself a second to recover. Then I explode. In one smooth movement I pivot behind you before you can react. My right arm snakes around your neck while my left hand locks onto my own biceps. I drive my chest against your broad back and pull you tight, planting my feet wide on the canvas. “Better sleep, Magnus.” I squeeze. Every muscle across my arms, shoulders and back swells as I cinch the sleeper hold deeper. I tuck my head beside yours, keeping my hips low and my stance solid so you can’t throw me off. The crowd erupts. I can feel your powerful body tense against mine, your hands immediately reaching for my forearm, trying to pry it loose. You stagger a step, then another, dragging both of us toward the center of the Electric Cage. “Come on…” I growl through clenched teeth. “Fight it if you can.” I tighten the hold another fraction, keeping my weight glued to your back, refusing to give you even an inch as the arena shakes with the roar of the fans.

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Magnus_Flex: I'm still leaning against your body – gripping your tight silver trunks to keep from going down. You shift around me with confidence and ease. Your arm slides around my neck and you lock in the sleeper before I have a chance to come back around. A small burst of adrenaline shoots through my body. My arms flail for a moment – reaching for anything as I panic. My boots scrabble against the cage floow. You growl in my ear about “sleep” as your bicep flexes into my carotid artery. My heart is pounding as I grip at your arm, but I it's flexed and immovable. I can feel your breath in my ear – controlled and in command. You growl in my ear, “Fight it if you can.” My vision starts to fade as the roar of the arena descends into a muffled murmur. My brain sparks... ESCAPE! I reach up with both hands and lock them around your head and then I drop to the arena floor... except we don't drop. Your arm flexes tighter around my neck – holding my dead weight by the sleeper. The blood flow to my brain slows to the faintest pulse and my sight is slowly consumed by a black hole. The heat from your body soaks into my back like a comfort. My hand almost flutters a submission against your forearm but then my arms drop to my sides and my body goes limp in your brutal embrace.

Adam_the_strong_guy: I feel your body go heavy against me. For one long second I keep the sleeper locked in, making sure there’s no last burst of strength left in you. Your arms fall away from my grip, your legs stop fighting, and the arena explodes. I slowly release the hold and let you sink to your knees before you slump onto the canvas. I take two steps back, my chest heaving, sweat pouring from every muscle. Then I throw my arms wide. “WHO’S THE CHAMP NOW?!” The crowd answers with a deafening roar. A grin spreads across my face as I turn in a slow circle, flexing a huge double biceps to every side of the Electric Cage. Every muscle swells under the blue flashes of electricity while thousands of fans scream my name. “COME ON! LET ME HEAR YOU!” I pound my chest with a fist and hit a crushing most-muscular pose, veins standing out across my shoulders and arms. “I TOLD YOU… THIS IS MY CAGE!” I point down at you lying motionless on the floor before raising one finger high into the air. “ONE MAN STANDING.” I look back down at you and shake my head with a breathless smile. “You pushed me harder than anyone ever has, Magnus… but tonight…” I spread my arms toward the crowd once more as they erupt.

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