THE HIGH TABLE

11:55 Silver_Soldier: I have created the private room #Jae_Hoon_trains_Sivler_Soldier.

11:55 Silver_Soldier: I have invited @Jae_Hoon to join #Jae_Hoon_trains_Sivler_Soldier.

11:55 Silver_Soldier: !set Guard 100
@Silver_Soldier's GUARD is set to 100 / 100

11:55 Silver_Soldier: !set HP 150
@Silver_Soldier's HP is set to 150 / 150

11:57 Silver_Soldier: I have invited @Jae_Hoon to join #Jae_Hoon_trains_Sivler_Soldier.

11:58 Silver_Soldier: !set @Jae_Hoon HP 120
@Jae_Hoon's HP is set to 120 / 120

12:03 Silver_Soldier: The bout is billed as charity, framed in clean language and softer colors, but no one who matters believes that lie. Silver Soldier certainly doesn’t. Too many names sit heavy in his memory, trainees who trusted his guidance, friends who stood their ground and paid for it when Jae Hoon came through like a blade. For months the villain has circled away from him, taking fights that offered spectacle without consequence, flattening anyone who wasn’t the one man capable of matching him. Silver understands the avoidance for what it is, respect twisted into caution, and he designs this night to leave no room left to run. Billed as an "accepted submission boxing match" , the fight alone has eyebrows raised. People are not used to this side of Silver Soldier - dominant? Sure. But it borders on cruelty - to beat your opponent and not let them give - no towels to throw in, Silver Soldier is clearly out for blood and to send a message.

12:05 Silver_Soldier: When Silver Soldier enters the arena, the temperature of the room seems to shift. His body is fully pumped, muscles swollen and tight beneath his skin, visible veins coursing, shoulders and arms rounded and heavy as sculpted marble stretched over something pressurized, on the verge of bursting. Veins stand out starkly along his biceps and forearms, his chest rising slow and controlled as he steps through the ropes, each movement deliberate, intimidating in its restraint. There is no excess motion and still his waist seems a pedestal for his muscular greatness. Aesthetic and athletic, he's the embodiment of pure heroism. He looks like a statue brought to life, dense and immovable, yet coiled with the density of all the world's justice.

12:11 Silver_Soldier: The video above plays, an entrance video of sorts, remixed to his catchphrase "No one's beating this body!" - various highlights of his deeds. Loud, thumping.He pauses at center ring and becomes acutely aware of himself, of the sheer mass and geometry of his body occupying the space. His biceps sit round and mounded at his sides, swollen into near-spherical shapes that pull his arms slightly away from his torso, but still push into and lift up his pecs from sheer size. Below them, his waist cuts in sharply, thin and articulated, a precise hinge between power and control, exaggerating the dramatic V-taper that fans upward into his chest and shoulders. His pecs hang heavy and full off his frame, thick slabs of muscle that subtly shift with each breath, so pronounced they seem almost capable of tipping him forward if not for the strength anchoring him through his core and legs.

12:13 Silver_Soldier: The kickboxer shorts ride low and loose on his hips, deceptively casual, their short cut revealing the true foundation beneath. His glutes are thick and rounded, thighs dense and deeply striated, muscles pressing against the fabric as if testing its limits with every slight adjustment of stance. He feels immense, overbuilt, a living monument to muscle made functional through discipline alone. The awareness borders on obsessive, a private awe at what he has carved himself into, how much space he commands without moving, how impossible it would be to ignore or avoid him now. Silver Soldier turns slowly toward the crowd, letting the moment stretch, letting them take him in. He rolls one shoulder back, then the other, deliberately widening his frame, his chest lifting as his pecs flex and settle into heavy, rounded slabs that draw a fresh surge of noise from the stands. He raises one arm and curls it, bicep swelling into a tight, mounded peak, the muscle so full it seems sculpted rather than grown, and the fans answer with a roar that feeds directly into his grin. The crowd has a near mental reaction. He smirks. When he finally lifts his gaze toward the entrance, there is no doubt left in it, only the certainty that this body was forged for exactly this reckoning.

12:23 Jae_Hoon: The fanfare for the city's number one and last remaining hero was abruptly cut short as every light in the arena died at once, plunging the crowd into a suffocating darkness. A tense murmur rose, then fell away when the first spotlight snapped to life. One by one, beams of white light flared and faded along the walkway, stuttering in a slow, rhythmic pattern as if the entire lighting rig were drawing breath until all of them converged on the single entrance. From that doorway, Jae Hoon emerged and an eruption of cheers ripped out of the audience. The infamous hero assassin moved with unhurried certainty, hood drawn low to shadow his face, his long robe draped over broad, heavily muscled shoulders.

12:26 Jae_Hoon: Overhead, the jumbotron flickers to life, replaying the most recent bouts against the so‑called heroes foolish enough to step into the ring with him. The screen fills with brutal combinations of bone-rattling hooks, crushing uppercuts, and relentless body blows. Each exchange ending in a violent, definitive knockout. One by one, the heroes collapse and are dragged out of the spotlight, never to be seen again. At least they’re memorialized by their final, pitiful moments on display in the ring glassy eyes staring at the rafters, blood smeared across the canvas, limbs sprawled at unnatural angles. Their legacy is reduced to grainy footage and slow-motion replays. That, and the tapes Jae Hoon’s boss, Sheng, had sent to Silver Soldier, carefully labeled recordings of his new pets and the ones he’d already disposed of as each tape a quiet, plastic tombstone for another broken toy.

12:28 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon stepped into the ring and his robe slipped from his shoulders and pooled at his feet. Under the harsh white of the overhead lights, his tattooed, muscular body looked carved rather than grown. The assassin’s physique had been honed like a weapon, each corded muscle a tool for the precise, efficient violence his employer demanded. His half-lidded, unamused eyes drifted lazily over the hero standing across from him, as if he were appraising a grocery item rather than an opponent. There was no excitement there, no flicker of anticipation, only boredom and the faint irritation of a man whose time was being wasted. “You’re a bit smaller than I imagined,” Jae Hoon said, his tone flat and matter-of-fact, as though he were simply commenting on the weather rather than delivering an insult.

12:28 Silver_Soldier: !rps @Jae_Hoon
Silver_Soldier challenges Jae_Hoon to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

12:28 Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Jae_Hoon
Jae_Hoon says scissors. Silver_Soldier says rock. Silver_Soldier wins!

12:30 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier gritted his teeth at the comment. Not that it mattered, but the truth was - Jae Hoon was clearly larger than he had been in the videos above. The match had been announced 6 months ago - but how the hell had the fighter packed on so much size. "Size won't matter when you're begging to lay on the ground Jae Hoon."

12:31 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier steeled himself with a breath and took stock of Jae Hoon. It wouldn't matter - sure he was only boxing, but his coiled legs could still deliver speed He'd see to it.

12:33 Silver_Soldier: They circled each other at first, Silver analyzing the fighter's steps - his pacing, his approach, waiting for an opening. He moved with the confidence of someone who had downed heroes for sure, but there was a hesitancy - probably the mere presence of Silver Soldier was enough to do that to any man.

12:33 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 113.

12:33 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 111.

12:34 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier moved in fast, then sidestepped, feinted, then brought up a left hook to Jae Hoon's face. He moved his guard quickly, but not quick enough and the punch sent him back - perhaps more than Silver Soldier expected as his right just grazed the fighter, not near enough damage for what he had in mind.

12:36 Silver_Soldier:

12:43 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon had his hand down at his side as he circled the hero. His eyes were studying the movements in person rather than the videos the league had collected for him. At the first movement, Jae Hoon's guard pulled up, and the first hook slammed into him. A squeaking noise cut through the air as Jae Hoon's white boots skidded on the mat from the impact.

12:43 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. GUARD down to 95.

12:43 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. GUARD down to 86.

12:44 Silver_Soldier: !set guard 100
@Silver_Soldier's GUARD is set to 100 / 100

12:44 Silver_Soldier: !set guard 86
@Silver_Soldier's GUARD is set to 86 / 100

12:48 Jae_Hoon: The assassin moved like water as he weaved and rolled out of punches. Each blow the hero swung at him, he countered with a hook to those cannonball biceps and shoulders or a quick jab-cross to his forearms. He flashed a smile at the hero. Jae Hoon was toying with him. He had clear openings to Silver Soldier's head, but instead he was going for his arms. In the last few fights, he had pummeled two of the hero's faces within the first round of the fight that they were stumbling around.

12:48 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d8
My attack missed.

12:49 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier felt his prowess shining through as he blocked blow after blow from Jae Hoon. He was happy to look for revenge in this moment and found an opening just as he blocked a pretty harsh attack in that luckily landed on his right bicep.

12:49 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

12:49 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to 104.

12:50 Silver_Soldier: He aimed for the villain's face, and sure enough POP his head flung back, Silver approaching with confidence. "Maybe you should be copying my guard there, looks like you're having trouble," he snorted as he felt a bloom of warm confidence in his meaty chest.

12:53 Silver_Soldier:

12:54 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 damage. GUARD down to 81.

12:54 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. GUARD down to 72.

12:54 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d8
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 2 + ☒ 4 = 6 damage. GUARD down to 66.

12:58 Silver_Soldier: !set guard 72
@Silver_Soldier's GUARD is set to 72 / 100

12:59 Jae_Hoon: Those half lidded eyes widened for just a moment as that punch caught him and had his head snapping backwards, spit spraying into the air. Damn this hero hit hard. There weren't many of those blows he'd be able to eat, but Jae Hoon just needed to work faster. He circled and exchanged lighter blows with the hero for a beat then stepped in to unleash a volley of jab-crosses and hooks to the hero's forearm. Each blow drew murmurs from the crowd. The blows didn't seem to be doing much to the hero. Even as Jae Hoon dropped lower to swing a pair of hooks to the hero's iron midsection, Jae Hoon's gloves didn't sink any further into his body.

12:59 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack missed.

12:59 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack missed.

12:59 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 = 10 damage. GUARD down to 62.

13:00 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier couldn't help but grin. Finally, Jae Hoon was meeting his match. "First time in a fair fight, huh?" He quipped.

13:00 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 damage. HP down to 96.

13:00 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

13:00 Silver_Soldier: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 94.

13:02 Silver_Soldier: If he wasn't so sure about the dominating and bullying nature of Jae Hoon, or hell, even his boss Sheng, Silver Soldier would be sure that the villain was taking hits to the head on purpose, because it was open every time. His left slammed directly into Jae Hoon's nose and, once again, Silver's follow up seemed to whiff, but he sent out a rapid jab with his left in order to keep space, though it only seemed to fule Jae Hoon's overconfidence more.

13:03 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. GUARD down to 56.

13:03 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3 damage. GUARD down to 53.

13:03 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 9 + ☒ 5 = 14 damage. GUARD down to 39.

13:04 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 3 + ☒ 9 = 12 damage. GUARD down to 27.

13:07 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon skidded backward from the direct hit to his face, soft features crumping beneath the hero's massive glove. Even with the direct blow, he shook it off and circled the hero. As the hero tried to step out with the jab, Jae Hoon rolled forward, swinging a rapid succession of hooks and uppercuts to his midsection before side stepping him for another hook to his midsection followed by a heavy cross punch to Silver Soldier's right bicep.

13:07 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

13:07 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. GUARD down to 17.

13:11 Silver_Soldier: He feels the glove land clean, feels the brief, satisfying give of flesh and bone beneath it, and watches the assassin skid back with his features momentarily crumpling. That alone is enough to reinforce the story already playing in his head. He advances with confidence, shoulders loose, guard high, convinced he has found the measure of him at last. Even when Jae Hoon shakes it off and resumes circling, Silver reads it as stubbornness, not resilience. When he steps out behind the jab, he expects space, expects retreat. Instead Jae Hoon rolls forward, compact and sudden, and the flurry crashes into Silver’s midsection in tight succession. The blows thud into his core, sharp but contained, and Silver absorbs them with a clenched grin, tightening his body and riding them out as if this were exactly the exchange he wants. He pivots late as Jae Hoon sidesteps, another hook sinking into his ribs, then the heavy cross snaps into his right bicep. The impact jolts his arm, a dull shock blooming outward, but Silver only flexes harder, letting the muscle swell and stiffen around the contact. He nods to himself as he resets, rolling his shoulders, telling himself this is strategy, that drawing these shots is part of the plan. Body work is manageable. Arms can take punishment. He keeps his guard disciplined, chin tucked just enough, eyes locked forward with a faint, knowing smile. To him, this is control, measured dominance, a fight unfolding on his terms. "Finished?" He stands taller, looming.

13:11 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to 84.

13:11 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 75.

13:14 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier decides to be patient - waiting for the moment he has him - and that's when Jae Hoon takes a step away from the ropes, to Silver's right - "Nuh uh - not now pal." He's moving before he can calculate, pure instinct, his arm rushing up and slamming Jae Hoon on the chin, and corning him - enough so his next punch isn't dodged this time. The right left combo has the crowd cheering as they watch Jae Hoon take harder hits that in any previous fight. Silver grins, stepping back, not looking to end it so quickly. "Just say the word big man, and it's over - once I'm finished of course."

13:16 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon feels the ropes behind him, and he tries to get away only to take that uppercut to his chin that sends him back. His arms come up to block the next blows, but the raw power of the hero is too much as they break his arms apart to slam into his head. There's so much force that sweat flings off of his body with his head snapping to the side erupting in a spray of spit. Jae Hoon bites down on his mouth guard and growls as he finally rolls out of the compromising position.

13:16 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚂ 3 = 4 damage. GUARD down to 13.

13:16 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

13:19 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon quickly side steps the hero and begins to snap jabs at the hero's glove to get him to guard his face, then proceeds to swing hooks at the hero's arms. The crowd was slowly turning on the champion fighter due to the lack of blows landed on their favorite hero.

13:19 Silver_Soldier: DING DING DING

13:19 Silver_Soldier: The bell cuts through the noise and Silver Soldier eases back, rolling his shoulders as he heads for the corner, chest still rising slow and controlled. He shakes out his arms once, then again, brow creasing just slightly as a dull heaviness lingers in his biceps and forearms. It’s unfamiliar, annoying more than concerning, and he dismisses it almost immediately. First round adrenaline, he tells himself. Extra tension. Nothing more. He flexes his hands, feels the blood rush back in, and the confidence settles right back where it belongs.

13:21 Silver_Soldier: From his corner, he looks across the ring at Jae Hoon with open satisfaction. He’s barely been touched where it matters. Head clean, balance solid, guard flawless. The body shots and arm work register in his mind as noise, failed attempts from a man who couldn’t get through his defense. Silver grins, wide and unapologetic, nodding to the crowd as if to underline the point, soaking in their reaction to how comfortably he’s controlled the exchange - He calls out over his shoulder to the crowd, barely breathing heavier than before - "NO ONE'S..." and the crowd replies "BEATING THIS BODY!"

13:21 Silver_Soldier: Whatever Jae Hoon thought he was doing in there, Silver is convinced it hasn’t worked. As he waits for the next bell, cocky and energized by his own performance.

13:21 Silver_Soldier: !heal guard
You recover ⚃ 4 + ⚃ 4 = 8 damage. GUARD up to 21.

13:22 Silver_Soldier:

13:24 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon leans up against his corner post watching the hero showboat and the fanfare riling up the crowd. Jae Hoon had his arms up ontop of the ropes as if the first round exhausted him. Those blows to the head surely made more of a dent than he had wanted. He steps out of the corner to meet the hero in the center of the ring as the bell goes off.

13:25 Jae_Hoon: !rps @Silver_Soldier
Jae_Hoon challenges Silver_Soldier to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

13:25 Jae_Hoon: !rockpaperscissors Silver_Soldier
Jae_Hoon says scissors. Silver_Soldier says paper. Jae_Hoon wins!

13:25 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

13:25 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

13:26 Jae_Hoon: "No one's beating this body," Jae Hoon repeated back to the hero and chuckled as he circled the hero. "We'll see, hero," Jae Hoon's voice spoke with an icy venom. He snapped a few warning shots at the hero's gloves and forearms, but only to create space.

13:29 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier can feel his confidence swelling as the bell rings, radiating from him with the heroic fury of sculpted justice. He looks forward to teaching Jae Hoon a lesson. He sees the fighter look to approach, but senses he must be intimidated, and that's his opening. Too late does Jae Hoon try to muster something, but Silver Soldier has already made his way in and the blows are non-existent. "Yeah, be ready to repeat that when you're on your knees."

13:29 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

13:29 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

13:29 Silver_Soldier: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 72.

13:29 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 damage. HP down to 66.

13:31 Silver_Soldier: He moves in and swings - but to his surprise - Jae Hoon is dodging, weaving, he gets a quick elbow - illegal sure, but in this space with these rules, there's not much that can be done to stop him. And a harsh jab, but it doesn't seem to do much to the fighter, who takes it with ease compared to the previous round. A breathy "fuck" spouts forth from Silver as he readies his guard in response, knowing something is on the way.

13:32 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. GUARD down to 18.

13:32 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 7 damage. GUARD down to 11.

13:32 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. GUARD down to 1.

13:35 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon dodges and weaves then parries Silver Soldier's blows where he can. "You're slow, hero. Even your healing friend... What was his name? Risk? I call him Puppy now," Jae Hoon said and flashed a grin. Each punch Silver Soldier threw, Jae Hoon started to swing as if to give time for the hero to block just for Jae Hoon's glove to slam into those swollen biceps. The villain purposefully beating and wearing them down.

13:35 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack missed.

13:35 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack missed.

13:35 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 5 + ☒ 10 = 15 damage. GUARD down to -14.

13:37 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon centered with the hero cocked his right arm back and launched forward to slam right inbetween the hero's forearms and slam right into his face. "I think i've seen all I've needed to see from you, Boy Scout. Let's fight."

13:38 Silver_Soldier: It happens. Silver feels it before he understands it, his arms sagging a fraction lower than he intends, guard slipping as pain blooms sharp and overwhelming through his limbs. The realization hits hard and late, a spike of alarm cutting through his confidence. His face slammed by his own guard as it then melts to his sides. He snarls under his breath and forces his arms back up through sheer will, muscles trembling as he drags them into position. "WE ARE FIGHTING!" He growls.

13:38 Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

13:38 Silver_Soldier: !quick
My quick move failed.

13:40 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier lunges and throws a punch that has none of its former precision behind it, the glove cutting uselessly through empty air. His balance wavers as the miss pulls his shoulder too far forward, and when he tries to correct with an elbow, that fails too, the strike sluggish and wide, slicing past nothing. The movement exposes him, and worse, it tells him the truth his mind has been fighting. His body is no longer answering cleanly. His muscles look immense but feel ruined from the inside, arms swollen and burning, biceps screaming with a deep, corrosive pain that makes every contraction feel like tearing wet rope. Each attempt to swing sends a jolt up through his shoulders and into his neck, his frame shuddering under its own weight. What once looked like controlled power now borders on flailing, his mass working against him as momentum carries him off-line, boots scuffing the canvas while he struggles to reset.

13:41 Silver_Soldier: He tries to lift his guard again and nearly fails, arms sagging halfway before he forces them up with a guttural breath. The pain is everywhere now, sharp and blooming, turning simple movements into desperate efforts. His chest heaves, sweat pouring, muscles twitching and misfiring beneath his skin. The crowd sees a titan straining; Silver feels a body betraying him in real time. "What the - " he gasps.

13:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack missed.

13:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack missed.

13:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 = 9 damage. HP down to 141.

13:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack missed.

13:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 1 + ☒ 6 = 7 damage. HP down to 134.

13:43 Silver_Soldier: !set hp 141
@Silver_Soldier's HP is set to 141 / 150

13:43 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. HP down to 133.

13:43 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

13:43 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to 123.

13:43 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. HP down to 118.

13:47 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon ducks under a blow and slams a hook into the hero's ribcage to make sure he could feel it rattle his core this time. Another grin flashed on Jae Hoon's face as he continues to dodge and immediately counter Silver Soldier's blows. A cross to his chest. A hook to his chin. The assassin was moving with precision now with tight movements that made his white gloves blur in the air before slamming into the hero. "You need to keep your guard up," the villain mocked the hero as he aimed a volley of jabs and crosses to the hero's gloves to make the hero punch himself.

13:47 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 5 + ☒ 4 = 9 damage. HP down to 109.

13:48 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon stepped into the hero's space and swung an uppercut to the hero's midsection. All those blows from before softening up for the villain to sink an uppercut into the bent steel. "But don't leave your body exposed."

13:48 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 5 + ☒ 7 = 12 damage. HP down to 97.

13:49 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon slipped the glove from Silver Soldier's abs and unleashed a tight right hook to Silver Soldier's jaw to return the favor of all those previous blows.

13:49 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 5 + ☒ 10 = 15 damage. HP down to 82.

13:51 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon's broad shoulders rolled as he unleashed one final flurry. Left hook to his liver. Right hook to his rib cage. A left-right uppercut to his midsection before delivering a final uppercut to Silver Soldier's chin to lay him out and make the entire crowd go silent before they erupted in cheers for Jae Hoon.

13:53 Silver_Soldier: “You need to keep your guard up,” Jae Hoon mocks, his voice calm as his fists chatter against Silver’s raised gloves. Jab, cross, jab, cross, the blows landing in such rapid succession that Silver’s own arms rebound against his face and chest, forcing him to strike himself as his defenses collapse inward. Jae Hoon steps closer, crowding him, and rips an uppercut into Silver’s midsection. All the earlier work pays off at once, the punch sinking into muscle that no longer feels like armor but like bruised steel bent past its limit. Silver folds slightly with a strangled krrrk, breath tearing out of him in a thin, panicked gasp. “But don’t leave your body exposed.” Jae Hoon peels Silver’s glove aside and fires a brutal right hook into his jaw. The sound is wet and sharp, smack, and it detonates through Silver’s skull. His massive frame shudders, sculpted muscle failing to hide how completely it’s giving way. A shrill, broken sound escapes him, half-shout, half-sob, followed by desperate, ragged grunts as his legs betray him. He can’t attack now, can’t even lift his hands with purpose. He sways drunkenly on unsteady feet, body lurching and listing, all that bulk reduced to a staggering, helpless weight, his proud posture shattered into something pitiful and off-balance.

13:53 Silver_Soldier: Jae Hoon steps in and finishes it. Another savage shot snaps Silver’s chin up, and the hero is launched backward, boots skidding before his body leaves the ground entirely. He crashes onto the mat with a heavy, final wham, limbs sprawling, the roar of the crowd washing over a fallen figure whose imposing form now reads less like invincibility and more like a cruel illusion, broken decisively under the assassin’s hands.

13:54 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 82/150, 55% chance)

13:54 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 82/150, 55% chance)

13:54 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I stand back up, ready to fight again. (using HP at 82/150, 55% chance)

13:54 Silver_Soldier: !damage @Silver_Soldier
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. HP down to 71.

13:57 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier plants a glove against the mat and pushes, once. The world tilts immediately, the lights smearing into long, hostile streaks, and his legs wobble beneath him like they no longer remember their purpose. He tries again, jaw clenched, teeth bared in stubborn refusal, forcing himself upright a second time only for a violent wave of dizziness to crash through him. His vision tunnels, ears ringing with a shrill, uneven whine that swallows the crowd whole. He makes a third attempt out of pure instinct, not strategy, hauling his bulk upward with a guttural sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest. For half a heartbeat he’s standing, swaying, huge frame barely held together by will alone. Then his balance gives out completely. He stumbles backward and collapses against the ropes, which offer no mercy, only a harsh rebound that leaves him draped there, arms slack, chest heaving. A long, involuntary groan spills from his lips, loud and broken, as his head lolls forward and then back again. His eyes struggle uselessly to focus on Jae Hoon across the ring, blinking slow and unfocused as the crowd explodes around them, noise crashing in waves he can’t fully process. His mouth hangs open, breath coming in ragged pulls, and a thin line of drool slips free, trailing down his chin and smearing across his sweat-slick chest. He barely registers it. All of his effort is poured into the impossible task of staying upright, of remaining present, even as his body sags against the ropes, massive and ruined, a far cry from the commanding figure that entered the ring believing himself untouchable.

13:57 Silver_Soldier:

13:58 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

13:58 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

13:58 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

13:58 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

13:59 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

13:59 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to 64.

13:59 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

13:59 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10 damage. HP down to 54.

13:59 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 12 = 13 damage. HP down to 41.

14:03 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon doesn't even have his guard up as he walks over to the hero. This isn't a fight anymore. It's a humiliating execution. He reaches over Silver Soldier's lowered guard to place his glove under the hero's chin to pull his face forward. "Stick your chin out," Jae Hoon orders and grins as he swings a head snapping left and right hook to his jaw, followed by a cross punch that soars over Silver Soldier's poor excuse of a guard to crunch into the hero's nose in return for that earlier blow.

14:04 Silver_Soldier: He doesn't even have to obey, because his chin continues to jut out as he sways on his feet and BAM BAM he's rocked only to then get punched squarely in the face. Deep humiliation rises through him as he feels his back on the ropes again, but he heaves heavily, to steel himself.

14:04 Silver_Soldier: !heal guard
You recover ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. GUARD up to -3.

14:05 Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d3
My punch connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 60.

14:05 Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d3
My punch missed.

14:05 Silver_Soldier: !punch 1d3
My punch connected and did ☒ 1 damage. HP down to 59.

14:07 Silver_Soldier: Silver pushes himself off, hoping to feel his arms rejuvenate, but the sudden flash of energy is gone as he swings and - his fist slaps into Jae Hoon's pecs - as if he'd thrown a wet paper towel against them. He can't stop now - and his other glove lands - only to embarrassingly bounce off. The crowd laughs as he moans - "Oh god, not possible!" His big puppy dog eyes widening as they look into Jae Hoon's sneering glower.

14:08 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 3 + ☒ 10 = 13 damage. HP down to 28.

14:08 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 3 + ☒ 8 = 11 damage. HP down to 17.

14:08 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack missed.

14:08 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d10
My attack missed.

14:09 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 11 + ☒ 3 = 14 damage. HP down to 3.

14:12 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon cocks his head to the side, arms still down as the hero bounces useless blows against his chest. He looks down at where the hero had punched him and grinned. "What was that? Are you groping my chest?" Jae Hoon mocked him. He unleashed a left-right hook to Silver Soldier's pecs, followed by a left-right uppercut to the slabs to make them bounce, and a final left-right hook to beat the hero's chest.

14:12 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. GUARD down to -12.

14:12 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

14:12 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

14:14 Jae_Hoon: "What are you doing? You're just going to let me hit you? Come on. Even those sorry excuses of side kicks that I put down had their guard up until the end," Jae Hoon teased the hero as he took him by his wrists to force his arms up. He swung a volley of hooks into the hero's shoulders and biceps just to watch them drop again.

14:14 Silver_Soldier:

14:15 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier couldn't have kept his arms up if he tried. But that's when there was a sudden relief - the sound of the bell. He waited for a moment to watch Jae Hoon return to his seat before he headed to his.

14:15 Silver_Soldier: DING DING DING

14:15 Silver_Soldier: !dice
Roll the dice... ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5

14:16 Silver_Soldier: He moved to take a seat, but instead, slipping, his ass landed first thing on the mat, back against the corner he groaned loudly. "Aw fuck..." He reached up.

14:16 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 3/150, 10% chance)

14:16 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 3/150, 10% chance)

14:16 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 3/150, 10% chance)

14:16 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 3/150, 10% chance)

14:16 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 3/150, 10% chance)

14:16 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 3/150, 10% chance)

14:18 Silver_Soldier: His entire minute of "rest" was preoccupied by pathetic attempts to get back on his feet, his boots slipping out from under him over and over again, big arms uselessly grabbing and then slipping from the ropes he reached for. His mind was racing as he felt a sudden sting in his eyes, he blinked it away frantically as he desperately, and more frantically, tried to get up, only to find himself foolishly stumbling.

14:19 Jae_Hoon: !heal 2d10
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 6 = 7 damage. HP up to 66.

14:24 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon leans up against his corner post, watching the poor spectacle of the hero. Sure, the other heroes were put down quick. Some of them, like Risk, seemed to be defiant in the ring until their bitter end. Jae Hoon relished in the idea of making the hero a whimpering mess in front of the world. "On your feet, Boy Scout. We're not done yet," Jae Hoon called out to him and stood waiting in the center of the ring, then proceeded to walk to the hero's corner. Jae Hoon's gloves come up from under the hero's heavy arms to force him up onto his feet. "What a sorry excuse of a hero. Needing help from his opponent."

14:25 Jae_Hoon: !rps @Silver_Soldier
Jae_Hoon challenges Silver_Soldier to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

14:25 Jae_Hoon: !rockpaperscissors Silver_Soldier
The game timed out.

14:26 Silver_Soldier: !rps @Jae_Hoon
Silver_Soldier challenges Jae_Hoon to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

14:26 Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Jae_Hoon
Jae_Hoon says scissors. Silver_Soldier says paper. Jae_Hoon wins!

14:27 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. GUARD down to -22.

14:27 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

14:27 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. GUARD down to -31.

14:29 Silver_Soldier:

14:30 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon propped the hero up against the corner as the bell rang out. He even took Silver Soldier by his wrist to make the hero bump gloves with his opponent. "What's that thing you say?" Jae Hoon asks him as he lifts Silver Soldier's wrists to guard then proceeds to slam a left-right hook into his biceps again to make them drop, "No one's" followed by another left-right hook to his chest, "beating this," Jae Hoon says and grabs the hero by his hair to make the hero look him in the eyes before sinking in an uppercut to his midsection.

14:30 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to -4.

14:32 Silver_Soldier: !set hp 3
@Silver_Soldier's HP is set to 3 / 150

14:33 Jae_Hoon: !damage guard 2d12
You take ☒ 10 + ☒ 11 = 21 damage. GUARD down to -52.

14:35 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was lifted to his feet - he felt like, no better word for it, a bitch. A fraud. He gasped, his big chest heaving in exhaustion. "Nnggh..." He couldn't even respond to Jae Hoon, all he could do was take his hits, BAM BAM BAM - His body being obliterated piece by piece, his arms started to quiver only for his pecs to slam into his sternum and then he stared into Jae Hoon's eyes. There was nothing but violent intent - no mercy - only a gleeful cruelty. That's when his midsection was rocked so hard that his body folded like paper, only for his face to slam into Jae Hoon's chest, his mouth suctioning to the fighter's skin as he desperately tried to suck in air.

14:35 Silver_Soldier: !punch 1d2
My punch missed.

14:37 Silver_Soldier: Desperately he tried to lift his right gloved fist, but it only laid on Jae Hoon's shoulder, his face still buried into the top of Jae Hoon's hard striated upper chest - groaning, he felt his tongue lick for moisture only to taste the fighter. "Nonghhh"- the hypocrisy of his catchphrase making his head throb.

14:38 Silver_Soldier:

14:40 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon took a half step back as Silver Soldier folded forward into him. A sorry excuse for a clinch, but Jae Hoon allowed it. The cameras had angled just enough to catch the hero sucking and what looked like worshipping his opponent. "Who is beating this body?" Jae Hoon leaned down to whisper into Silver Soldier's ear.

14:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. GUARD down to -55.

14:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. GUARD down to -63.

14:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

14:41 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

14:42 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon's glove slipped between them to rub at Silver Soldier's pecs lightly pumping them with uppercuts to make them bounce then slipping his glove lower to slam into the hero's midsection and ribs to bend him side to side.

14:42 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 7 = 10 damage. HP down to -7.

14:42 Jae_Hoon: !damage guard 2d12
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. GUARD down to -67.

14:42 Jae_Hoon: !damage guard 2d12
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 11 = 17 damage. GUARD down to -84.

14:43 Jae_Hoon: !set hp 3 @Silver_Soldier
@Silver_Soldier's HP is set to 3 / 150

14:46 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier didn't even have time to respond, his mind reeling with invasive thoughts through his pain - realizing far too late how prepared Jae Hoon was - all the flash and fights he'd seen against the other heroes - He hadn't even tried. And now, with who knows how little effort, Silver Soldier was being ruined. He was slammed in his guts, feeling bile rise up only to get his breath taken as his ribs were rocked - his hulking body now heavy, pendulous pecs threating to fold him forward again as he swayed in a desperate balancing act, a gloved hand went to nurse his temple while the other arm outstretched as if to find base in a cruel game of tag - only his body was always it and being ruined by Jae Hoon.

14:46 Silver_Soldier: !punch 1d2
My punch connected and did ☒ 2 damage. HP down to 64.

14:48 Silver_Soldier: He managed to use his bodyweight to swing, and sure enough, it connected. Thudding into the fighter like it was a friendly tap. The hero only could moan in response, before his face collapsed in distress - he wanted to plead but he was too dazed, too desperate. He made some kind of noise with his mouth, a whining whimper that wasn't intelligible in any language but defeat.

14:49 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 6 + ☒ 1 = 7 damage. GUARD down to -91.

14:51 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon looked down at Silver Soldier's glove once again pressing into his pec. "You can't get enough of them, can you?" Jae Hoon flexed his pec against the hero's glove while his right glove swung up twice to his ribs and then his chest.

14:51 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

14:51 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 damage. HP down to -2.

14:51 Jae_Hoon: !set hp 3 @Silver_Soldier
@Silver_Soldier's HP is set to 3 / 150

14:51 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

14:51 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. GUARD down to -97.

14:52 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon left his right glove in Silver Soldier's chest, kneading the muscle for a moment before popping him with another uppercut.

14:55 Jae_Hoon: !damage guard 2d12
You take ☒ 9 + ☒ 9 = 18 damage. GUARD down to -115.

14:56 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon lifts his glove to Silver Soldier's chin forcing him to look up at him. "Say it. Say your stupid line," Jae Hoon orders him, but his other glove slams into his the hero's midsection to sink in deeper.

14:58 Silver_Soldier: The contrast between their pecs was stark at this point, as the fighter slammed into his meaty meat sacs, his punching mitts just available for punishment. Silver Soldier can feel the bully take his time - and that's when he's commanded - the absent minded hero begins to slur out his "famous" catchphrase - a major ticket item in the workout wear space, who's stock was currently plummeting - only for his guts to get rearranged from a boot lifting punch to his tapered midsection. NNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH

14:59 Jae_Hoon: !damage guard 2d12
You take ☒ 9 + ☒ 5 = 14 damage. GUARD down to -129.

15:00 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. GUARD down to -140.

15:00 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

15:01 Silver_Soldier:

15:01 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

15:02 Jae_Hoon: "Who?" Jae Hoon mocks him as he lifts the hero's elbows to raise his guard. Jae Hoon starts to slam uppercuts and hooks into the hero's arms to keep them up. His gloves pummeling his biceps and juggeling his forearms to rise with well timed uppercuts. "Who?" Jae Hoon repeats as he swings a hook to break Silver Soldier's guard apart to swing another uppercut into his midsection, pinning the hero against the corner post.

15:02 Jae_Hoon: !damage guard 2d12
You take ☒ 12 + ☒ 3 = 15 damage. GUARD down to -155.

15:06 Silver_Soldier: He can't even respond - the hero is in a world of hurt and there's no ship leaving this planet. He is being bullied as Jae Hoon dismantles his big bulging arms - sculpted to perfection once upon a time - now a foregone memory of strength as the make a fitting exhibition for Jae Hoon's dominance. Silver Soldier guards on instinct, but his guard might as well be held together with the same force as his ego - meaning nothing. His arms fly open as his guts are slammed again, and his back is driven into the corner post. Desperately he wants to slide down to the mats, but his body can't even make sense of that command. Instead, his loose arm swings at Jae Hoon.

15:06 Silver_Soldier: !punch 1d2
My punch missed.

15:07 Silver_Soldier: !punch 1d2
My punch connected and did ☒ 1 damage. HP down to 63.

15:09 Silver_Soldier: He swings both arms as he repeats Jae Hoon mindlessly, trying to make sense of the villain's words at this point, not aware he's being mocked. "WHooO?" A glove bounces into Jae Hoon's arm, and Silver Soldier looks at it while his torso twists, midsection ripplling with effort to stay standing. Or to fall? But he can't make heads or tails of it.

15:10 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 4 + ☒ 6 = 10 damage. GUARD down to -165.

15:10 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack missed.

15:10 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d10
My attack missed.

15:10 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. GUARD down to -171.

15:10 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

15:10 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. GUARD down to -174.

15:10 Jae_Hoon: !damage guard 2d12
You take ☒ 12 + ☒ 5 = 17 damage. GUARD down to -191.

15:12 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon swats Silver Soldier's glove away from his arm to leave the hero wide open. As if he weren't defenseless already. Jae Hoon peppered his pecs with a round of jabs and crosses, making the meat bounce with each pop. Jae Hoon took one final step into Silver Soldier to rocket another uppercut right into his abs with such force that he may as well have punched his spine.

15:14 Silver_Soldier: DING DING DING - the bell rang just as Silver Soldier's guts were rearranged, standing on tip toes he felt Jae Hoon hold him there, a quick whisper of , "Who?" before the hero was left to his own devices, arms reaching out for the ropes, body slumping in his own corner.

15:14 Silver_Soldier: !dice
Roll the dice... ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9

15:15 Silver_Soldier: His chest fell onto the top ropes as his head rested against the corner, arms over the top ropes on either side. His legs gave out and he groaned over and over...a feeling of deep shame, defeat, and humiliation taking over. Unbeknown to Silver Soldier - Sheng, the crime lord who had set Jae Hoon up for this fight - had quite an extensive dossier on the hero and his "Super Soldier Serum". It was true - it was one of a kind. But it also had it's drawbacks - things he made abundantly clear to Jae Hoon. Including it's amplification of the hero's testosterone, but also of other hormone's. Without his dominant confidence, those other chemicals would begin to wreak havoc, no balance left to keep the masculine hero in check...

15:15 Silver_Soldier: !heal
You recover ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. HP up to 6.

15:16 Silver_Soldier: He gasped and gulped until the fog in his mind began to clear - enough for him to realize he could submit. He just had to formulate the words. "Jaeee Hooon... I giveee....I givee.." He kept putting the words in his mouth, chewing on them desperately, trying to make them audible..."Givee uppp..."

15:17 Silver_Soldier:

15:17 Jae_Hoon: !heal 2d10
You recover ☒ 8 + ☒ 1 = 9 damage. HP up to 72.

15:18 Silver_Soldier:

15:20 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon didn't retreat to his corner. Instead, he mocked the hero, raising both arms to flex from behind him. "Give up? But i'm not done beating on this body," Jae Hoon said and stepped closer so the hero could feel the villain's bulge press between those thick cheeks. "Begging for mercy. Even your fellow so-called heroes didn't beg for mercy. In fact, they were begging for me." Several of the tapes were of Silver Soldier's fellow heroes getting used like cheap sex toys for the superior fighter. "What a sorry excuse of a hero you are," Jae Hoon cut into him. "Say who's beating on this body, who owns this body, and maybe I'll knock you out next round," Jae Hoon bargained with the hero.

15:27 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier felt Jae Hoon's bulge against his cheeks and there was no denying the villain's obscene size. Was he even aroused? But the humiliation was worse as the words finally sunk in... He could just give up as he planned, all he had to do was...betray himself. He - he could do it - but at what cost? His survival instincts overwhelmed him finally as his mouth began to sputter, "YOU!" He cried out, eyes scrunching as the confession made it's way around the arena and tears fell from his eyes, "YOU BEAT THIS BODY! YOU OWNED IT!"

15:27 Silver_Soldier: DING DING DING the bell sounded for the round to start.

15:27 Silver_Soldier: !rps @Jae_Hoon
Silver_Soldier challenges Jae_Hoon to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

15:27 Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Jae_Hoon
Jae_Hoon says scissors. Silver_Soldier says paper. Jae_Hoon wins!

15:30 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon chuckled as he pulled Silver Soldier out from the corner and forced him to try to stand on his own. He circled the hero, launching jabs at his body to keep him standing straight for the most part then finally half way through the round, he stopped in front of him.

15:30 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack missed.

15:30 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. GUARD down to -201.

15:30 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

15:30 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack missed.

15:31 Jae_Hoon: !damage 2d12
You take ☒ 4 + ☒ 2 = 6 damage. HP down to 0.

15:33 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon bends at his knees and drags his fist nearly to the ground before rocketing it up to slam his right glove into Silver Soldier's midsection to bend him over. His left glove follows through for a final uppercut not aimed at the hero's pained face, but those meaty pecs. THOOM! It slams dead center to make them jiggle and flip the hero over.

15:38 Silver_Soldier: Generously, it appears Jae Hoon is a man of his word. Silver Soldier is jabbed into place, only to then get slammed violently in his gut, folding easily as everything spins, retching. That is quickly turned upside down as his chest is slammed and his body goes flying back. In his daze and mid-air flight, he doesn't know that his pecs have begun to spurt an emasculated display of defeat in the form of milk, his overworked body so completely bitched and on overdrive, he's spewing loser latte around the ring. He lands, body twitching, on the mats, waiting for the final bell.

15:41 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon dropped down to straddle the hero's waist, bulge pressing down between the hero's leaking tits. "Didn't believe Sheng when he told me about your serum," Jae Hoon said as he groped both of the pecs in his hands, watching the milk squirt from them. "Well, I can't let you go down now. Beg for me to play with your tits. Do it and maybe i'll let you join your friends instead of putting you in the ground."

15:44 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was awakened by a sudden pressure in his pecs - Jae Hoon's gloves were working his pecs like oversized tits - and they were leaking! "AHH What!" He looked down at them in shock, and then he heard Jae Hoon - processed what he was saying. "No please..you said you'd knock me out. I-I need to - accept my submission - I give! You beat this body!" He was frantic, watching and feeling more juice spewing from his chest. It was painful, the pressure - like it was unnatural - HE felt unnatural, a freak. "Ohh noo please! JAEE HOONN PLEASEE!!" He wailed.

15:45 Silver_Soldier:

15:46 Jae_Hoon: "You're awake now, so that was a knock out. Too many blows to your head? Or were your bitch tits too heavy for you to think straight?" Jae Hoon mocked the hero as he squeezed the pecs together, milk spilling over his glove. He lifted it up and grinned as he looked down at the hero, bringing it to his lips for a taste. "Not bad," Jae Hoon mocked him then took the hero by his hair to bring them both up to their feet.

15:47 Silver_Soldier: "Ohh nnnooo Jaee Hoonnn pleaseeee" Silver pleaded as he was lifted up.

15:49 Jae_Hoon: "No?" Jae Hoon cocked a brow then shoved the hero into the corner with his arms over the top rope. He readjusted the straps of his gloves then looked back up at the hero. "Last chance."

15:51 Silver_Soldier: "Yesss pleaseee..." He stammered - not able to deny the need for some kind of respite....his pecs were slabs of mush - finally slowing down in their leaking, but it still drooled down his body, small rivulets forming as it started to slow into drops.

15:54 Jae_Hoon: "Yes, please what?" Jae Hoon teased him as his glove came up to push into Silver Soldier's swollen pec, kneading the pec to make it squirt another rope of milk.

15:57 Silver_Soldier: "OOOHHH" Silver Soldier's head fell back and he fought against the urge to lick his lips, he was in so much pain, but this was completely new. His voice dropped to a whisper of despair, "Jae Hoon..please......knead...my nngh..my tiittsss...pleasee."

16:06 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon cracked a grin at the hero's desperation. Music to his ears. Jae Hoon brought both gloves up, allowing the hero a moment to catch his breath. The gloves massaged the mounds of muscle that had been worn down into a pair of swollen leaking tits. Jae Hoon kneaed them for nearly a minute before he finally pulled his gloves away.

16:06 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. GUARD down to -207.

16:06 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚃ 4 = 8 damage. GUARD down to -215.

16:07 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon took a step back and raised his gloves to slam two jabs then a cross into the pecs followed by a left-right hook to make the milk explode.

16:08 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 2d12
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 4 + ☒ 3 = 7 damage. GUARD down to -222.

16:08 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon stepped into Silver Soldier again to slam an uppercut into his abs to pin him into the corner post before finally pulling his arm back to let him drop.

16:09 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:09 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:13 Silver_Soldier: The hero had a moments realization just before Jae Hoon's glove slammed into his pecs. The effect is instantaneous, like a damn bursting, fluid SPEWS loudly from his nipples, and he howls. He continues to leak heavily even as he is folded by a hit to his once carved abs, spitting onto the mat as he drops to his knees. Looking up, desperate wide eyes look at Jae Hoon's face, but he can't even speak, his lip just trembles.

16:15 Jae_Hoon: "Already on your knees for me, hero?" Jae Hoon mocked him. "Just like the other super sluts. Is that what you are? A Super Slut? I execute heroes, but Sheng has allowed me to keep a collection of super sluts around. Now which one are you?" Jae Hoon asked as he looked down at the hero who was now at eye level with the weapon between Jae Hoon's legs.

16:18 Silver_Soldier: "Slivverrr Soljurrr" He managed to slur out as his eyes fluttered."Slivverrr Soljurrr" He managed to slur out as his eyes fluttered. His gloves were nursing his pecs, which continued to spew, creating pools of milk in his cupped gear, body teetering while his eyes managed to lock on the bulge in front of him, mouth open, breathing in Jae Hoon's musk - which felt overwhelming in this moment.

16:18 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:18 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:19 Jae_Hoon: "What's that? Silver Slut? Is that what the SS stands for?" Jae Hoon mocked him and pushed his bulge forward to let the hero run his lips against it. "Take my trunks off and choke on it. Show me that you're worthy to be added to my collection."

16:23 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier face fell into Jae Hoon's crotch, but the hero was completely worthless in regards to anything else. His arms were too heavy to lift, to move. He finally managed to stop cupping his spilling breasts only for the slick gloves to slide down the sides of Jae Hoon. "I can'ttt...too biggg...my bodyy is ...soo heavyyy.." He hadn't even thought of saying no, only surrounded by his own incompetence - a failing hunk of muscle that had no agency. Jae Hoon's musk flooded him more, and the hero felt milk spew from his pecs, his mouth hungrily heaving against Jae Hoon's bulge. A relief from the pain, but he was mentally too overwhelmed to realize it.

16:23 Silver_Soldier: !dice
Roll the dice... ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9

16:25 Jae_Hoon: "Use your mouth to pull my shorts down then if you can't lift your arms. Are you a worse slut than you are a hero?" Jae Hoon laughed.

16:27 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's face went to the waistband of Jae Hoon's shorts, his mouthguard already discarded from some blow before, he hadn't seen it, and instead he chewed on the boxing shorts of Jae Hoon, pitifully he pulled down, his body slumping.

16:27 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:27 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:28 Silver_Soldier: In doing so, his mouth full of waistband pulled down the shorts a degree but his body flopped forward and he was inbetween Jae Hoon's legs. His wet gloved hands went to the fighters thighs, but he couldn't find the strength to push himself up, arms quivering. "H-hellllpp"

16:31 Jae_Hoon: With Silver Soldier's head between his thighs, he slowly started to flex as if to crush his head. "Help? Help what, hero? You need help to get my dick in your mouth? Go on, say it. Tell everyone that you're a desperate slut that needs help."

16:33 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's head pounded as there was a sudden squeeze around his head. "Yesss yess...pleasee...helpp mee get yourr dicck...in my oohh -in." The hero tried to fight it, but then there was that heady musk, and he couldn't fight it any longer - "in my mouth! I needdd yourr helpp Jae Hoon !"

16:36 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon sneered at the hero's words and finally released his head and shoved him back up against the corner post while leaving him on his knees. The villain fished out Silver Soldier's fate and the beastly dick slapped between those leaking tits. Jae Hoon took Silver Soldier by his hair and forced his head down to stretch his lips on his now throbbing cock. "Lift your arms up. Flex for me and I won't have you choke to death on my dick," Jae Hoon bargained with the hero.

16:37 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:37 Silver_Soldier: !hpstand
I stand back up, ready to fight again. (using HP at 0/150, 10% chance)

16:39 Silver_Soldier: The hero found his mouth forced open, taking in Jae Hoon's dick. The crowd was in a frenzy - there had been nothing like this shown before. Everyone had their cameras out as Silver Soldier's mouth continued to be forced down the impossible length and girth of Jae Hoon. His arms fluttered and then, as if urged on by the force of will of his dominator, they sprang up, both of them flexing in what would have been a overwhelming display prior to tonight - but now, a sad relic of a ruined hero.

16:39 Silver_Soldier:

16:43 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon took the hero by his bruised forearms and started to rock his hips up, cock dragging between those swollen milking pecs and up into the hero's mouth. He kept going until the bell finally rang out and popped his dick out of the hero's drooling mouth. Thick strands of Jae Hoon's pre connecting the two of them. "Catch your breath, Silver Slut. Worship my balls for now. Next round I'm going to stuff it down your throat."

16:46 Silver_Soldier: 3 minutes had already passed...and he was gasping...His face pushed into Jae Hoon's nuts, suckling them, one and then the other. They felt full, heavy, strong. The skin was tight, and his tongue traced between them, he found himself hungrier by the second, something was happening to him and his cock couldn't stop itself. Big by any measure, it quickly became clear in his tiny shorts what was sticking through them, the crowd reacted again. Silver Soldier couldn't react though, he was lost in a world of Jae Hoon's dominance, and he couldn't break free. The sound of his tongue begging for mercy, hungrily feeding on his chance of survival, he sucked Jae Hoon's nuts like his life depended on it.

16:51 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 10d12
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 1 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 9 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 = 42 damage. GUARD down to -264.

16:56 Jae_Hoon: DING DING DING! Jae Hoon didn't give Silver Soldier any more of a break. With Silver Soldier's gloves behind his head, he forced him to crawl on his knees to the center of the ring then immediately invaded his throat by slamming his dick in. "Ohhh that's nice," Jae Hoon moaned out and began to pump his hips. "Swallowing it like a real Super Slut. Good job," Jae Hoon grunted as he continued to fuck the hero's face.

17:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier couldn't handle the sudden thrusting barrage in his mouth, down his throat, slick thick pre-cum dribbling into his gullet. He tried, his adam's apple painfully pushed against his neck's skin, his throat bulged to near ripping, eyes wet and pouring tears, snot stuck in the pipes of his head, all while he looked up in awe at the man who was fucking his face. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP - The nuts of Jae Hoon, covered in Silver Soldier's spittle, slapped his chin repeatedly - and there was no sign of pain or slowing down.

17:03 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 10d12
My attack missed.

17:03 Jae_Hoon: !attack guard 10d12
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 11 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 9 + ☒ 11 + ☒ 10 + ☒ 11 + ☒ 3 = 79 damage. GUARD down to -343.

17:07 Silver_Soldier: !reset HP
@Silver_Soldier's HP is reset.

17:08 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon kept the hero's arms up, holding onto those bruised forearms like handle bars as he continued to fuck the hero's face. He had to give it to the slut. Everyone else had passed out by now before he could blow. Those bull balls throbbed and pulled up against his body as he let out a sudden roar in ecstasy. The cock throbbed inside of Silver Soldier's mouth as Jae Hoon picked up the pace then pounded his face with savage thrusts as he dumped load after load of his cum down the hero's throat. Jae Hoon slowly pulled himself out just as the bell rang out for the end of the round.

17:08 Silver_Soldier: !set Bodily_Integrity 200
@Silver_Soldier's BODILY_INT is set to 200 / 200

17:09 Silver_Soldier: !set zHP 0/150
@Silver_Soldier's ZHP is set to 0 / 150

17:10 Silver_Soldier:

17:12 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier just hung there, mouth gaping open and drooling, eyes fluttering. He had never experienced a fuck like this - he had never knew it was possible and he definitely would have been a disappointment in any avenue with any lover had he had to follow Jae Hoon. He moaned loudly, still held up by his forearms, and found his mouth searching for Jae Hoon's cock, "awww....ohnngghh neeed.."

17:14 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon hauled Silver Soldier up to his feet and released his arms to drop at his side. "Need what, slut?" Jae Hoon asked him as he looked over Silver Soldier's hard, muscular body. The hero's serum was certainly doing wonders to keep him alive for now, if only to his detriment.

17:15 Silver_Soldier: His face contorted as his lips formed the words, "Coockk..." he whimpered and his erection was fully visible now, swaying before Jae Hoon.

17:18 Jae_Hoon: "You've turned into a proper cock slut. Good. But you just milked me of my first load. You want more? You're going to have to work for it again. Are you prepared to work for it? Is your body prepared?" Jae Hoon teased the hero by rubbing his glove against Silver Soldier's abs and up to his pecs, giving them muscular slabs a few taps.

17:20 Silver_Soldier: The hero could only nod in agreement, before he began to formulate a response, "Yehsss...yessirr..yess- readddy.." His cock jumped and his tits let out a begging drop of milk each. "Oohhggghh!" He moaned, fully on display in his bitched state, so much so, that the crowd was silent at the turn of events.

17:20 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. BODILY_INT down to 190.

17:20 Jae_Hoon: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚂ 3 = 4 damage. BODILY_INT down to 186.

17:20 Jae_Hoon: !attack 2d12
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 1 + ☒ 7 = 8 damage. BODILY_INT down to 178.

17:24 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon made the hero stand at the center of the ring and took him by his wrists to make him lift them up as if he could actually stand a fighting chance again. The villain raised his gloves and rolled from side to side before starting to juggle Silver Soldier's gloves into his face by slamming a fast combination of jabs and crosses at his ruined forearms then finished off with a heavy hook to each of his biceps.

17:28 Silver_Soldier: The hero could barely stand, yet Jae Hoon had no problem setting him up for failure - that's what the entire night had been. In a fraction of a second Silver Soldier was being rocketed side to side, his own gloves being used to punch his face in humiliating fashion. The degradation was so extreme that the hero was openly and loudly wailing. No shame remaining, he was being tortured for all to see. His mind reeled to those watching, Sheng included, before being snapped back as his arms sickeningly smashed into his bones, big bulges turning into blobs. He sucked in air violently as he swayed and threatened to crumple on the spot, eyes wide in incomprehensible disbelief at his status and treatment.

17:29 Jae_Hoon: !heal 2d10
You recover ☒ 6 + ☒ 2 = 8 damage. HP up to 80.

17:29 Jae_Hoon: !heal 2d10
You recover ☒ 9 + ☒ 10 = 19 damage. HP up to 99.

17:29 Jae_Hoon: !heal 2d10
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 4 = 5 damage. HP up to 104.

17:30 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon took Silver Soldier by his chin and made him lift his head up to look at him. "Beg for more and i'll give you more of this dick as your reward," Jae Hoon promised.

17:36 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier choked on his words, but he couldn't stop them, "Puniish meee....ruinn meee pleaseee... Jae Hoon...dominate..show them...I'm nothing - y-you," He gulped, trying to push the truth, and in doing so, felt his cock leap, "I can't - exposee meee, make me hurtt!"

17:37 Jae_Hoon: !attack 20d8
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 7 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 3 = 110 damage. BODILY_INT down to 68.

17:40 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon slipped his glove from his chin and pressed it against his lips. "Good boy. Try to keep your gloves up," Jae Hoon said as he pulled his glove away. He snapped it back as two fast jabs to Silver Soldier's face then a right hook to his bicep followed by a left hook to his other bicep as he pivoted to turn to his side. Jae Hoon swung two more left hooks to his ribs then pivoted around again to unleash a barrage of uppercuts to his alread ruined midseciton up to make those dripping pecs spurt an explosion of milk with each punch. He finished off the combination for a moment by sinking another uppercut to lift the hero off his toes and bend him over. A small beat and Jae Hoon had the hero's hair in his glove to pull him up right for another round of the flurry of blows.

17:44 Silver_Soldier: The correction is immediate. Two sharp jabs snap into Silver’s face, pak-pak, his head rocking back as a hoarse “ghh,” tears out of him. The right hook that follows slams into his bicep with a dull thud, then a mirrored left crashes into the other arm as Jae Hoon pivots smoothly to the side. Silver groans openly now, a deep, ruined “nnngh,”, arms twitching as if they might lift, might obey, but failing to do so in time. But his cock twitches without issue... Hooks dig into his ribs next, left then left again, each impact pulling air from his lungs in sharp, involuntary bursts. “Uh,hff,” His torso caves, muscles tightening too late, and then the uppercuts begin. They drive into his already wrecked midsection in relentless succession, each one making his sweat-slick chest jolt and shudder, pecs jumping helplessly as his body absorbs punishment it can no longer process. By the fifth blow, his groans stretch longer, wetter, the sounds of pain losing all edge of resistance. By the tenth, something changes.

17:45 Silver_Soldier: Silver’s knees soften and his head dips forward, eyes unfocused as the punches keep coming. His mouth opens and words spill out between labored breaths. “P-please,” he gasps, voice cracking. “You’re-too-much,” The awe slips in unbidden, not admiration but the stunned recognition of absolute control. He looks at Jae Hoon as if trying to understand the shape of him, the inevitability of his movement, his timing. The blows feel instructive now, corrective, and that realization terrifies him even as it steadies him. His cock begins to leak. The next wave breaks language entirely. Uppercuts land and Silver’s head lolls, jaw slack, sounds leaking out of him in broken fragments. “Hh-uh-gkk,” His massive frame jerks unevenly with each hit, muscles spasming without coordination. He can’t plead anymore; the thought won’t form. He is reduced to reflex and noise, his body absorbing impact while his mind drifts somewhere dim and distant.

17:47 Silver_Soldier: A final uppercut lifts him clean off his toes, bending him forward with a strangled “krrrk,”. For a brief, merciless beat, he hangs there, breathless and empty. Jae Hoon’s glove tangles in his hair and yanks him upright again, forcing him to stand, to be present. Tears spill freely down Silver Soldier’s face, silent and unstoppable, his expression slack, eyes glassy and unfocused. A thin whimper escapes him with each shallow breath, the sound small and stripped of identity. What remains is a weeping shell, still massive, still sculpted, but hollowed clean of will, the final polish on a defeat that leaves no part of him untouched. A loud SPLAT is heard as his cock unloads, body shaking in response.

17:48 Silver_Soldier:

17:50 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon holds his glove under Silver Soldier's chin to keep him up, his own bicep swelling and peaking as he curls the hero. "Already blowing your load? Again?" Jae Hoon teased the hero as his other glove wrapped around the hero's cock, stroking him from outside of his trunks.

17:51 Silver_Soldier: "AWWW FUCCK!!" The hero's eyes widen in disbelief and the stimulation causes him to blow his load all over the mat below...his chest heaving and trembling from an earth shattering orgasm.

17:52 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon took Silver Soldier by the back of his head and pulled him in to drag his face against his tattooed sweaty body. "Who's beating this body?"

17:53 Silver_Soldier: "YOUUUUUU" he cried out, his tongue licking Jae Hoon involuntarily.

17:54 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon pulls Silver Soldier's head away and raises both of his arms, exposing his deep sweaty pits while flexing his biceps. "Who?"

17:57 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier sways there, the sudden wave of musk slamming into him and his cock shoots again, fluid leaking from his eyes, mouth and tits in response. He aches in a way never known to him as he looks at Jae Hoon's cocky pose - "YOUUUU BEATT MEEE!" He admits, falling forward against the fighter, face near his right pit. "pleaseeJaeeeHoonnn oohh pleasee I SUBMITTtoooyouuu pleaseedeargoddjaehoonyouruineedmeee fucckmmeefucckkmeee!" Silver Soldier is in another world, word vomit spewing as he is crazed with insatiable lust and thirst for pain - for dominance. Jae Hoon's dominance.

17:59 Jae_Hoon: "Fuck you? What a needy little slut," Jae Hoon whispered venom into Silver Soldier's ear. "Bend over the corner post and beg for it then. Yell it loud for everyone to hear."

18:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier took a step back, looking at the corner post. He stepped - and then his body swayed and he was suddenly back first against Jae Hoon's chest - his hips pushed back, a wild animal in heat, a grotesque display of insatiable need. "H-help me...please...Jae Hoon beat this body, and I can't...walk.."

18:04 Jae_Hoon: "Beat this body or fuck this body?" Jae Hoon leaned into Silver Soldier's ear and flexed his dick against the hero's ass as it pushed against him.

18:06 Silver_Soldier: "ANYTHING PLEASE!!" The hero was so desperate, and all he wanted was Jae Hoon to take what was his, he was crazed with need, like it had taken him over.

18:06 Jae_Hoon: !attack 20d8
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 7 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 8 = 96 damage. BODILY_INT down to -28.

18:10 Jae_Hoon: "Keep begging for it then," Jae Hoon said and turned Silver Soldier around, forcing the hero to face him once more. He kept the hero's guard up by pounding his arms with hooks and uppercuts to juggle them, raising them even higher for the hero to punch his own face again. In doing so, he kept the hero on his feet while slowly corraling him into the corner, where he finally blasted his arms apart to expose his battered torso. Not battered enough. He started to swing hooks into his liver and kidney up to his rib,s then across his pecs before switching to uppercuts. Each punch slamming into those once proud mounds of abs, then up to his squirting pecs and back down again. He kept going until Jae Hoon was dripping in sweat from the excursion.

18:19 Silver_Soldier: The punishment resumes through the arms first. Hooks slam into Silver’s biceps and forearms in brutal succession, the sound dull and heavy, thud thud thud, flesh and muscle that once posed for cameras now absorbing blow after blow without purpose. His guard is forced higher, then higher still, until his own gloves crash back into his face. Each impact snaps his head, sweat flying, saliva spilling from his mouth as a broken whine leaks out of him. “Hh please- ngh ” The words tangle and collapse under the strain. This is the worst part. These arms, once symbols of power, instruments that struck down villains and protected innocents, are now weapons against his own face. He feels the cruel irony slice through him with every collision, the rhythm of Jae Hoon’s control dictating every movement. The hands that once enforced justice are turned into tools of his degradation. Every snap of a punch into his own jaw is a reminder of the pedestal he once stood on and how far he has fallen. Humiliation gnaws at him like fire. Each blow reminds him of what he used to be: unbreakable, commanding, untouchable. And now he is a puppet, muscles twitching and jerking on their own, striking, shielding, failing, and yet still upright only because he does not yet know how to collapse entirely. His chest heaves, pecs bouncing helplessly, biceps swollen and quivering, thighs taut under the short Thai shorts, and still he swings weak, misfiring punches into himself, a spectacle of ruined authority. Every grunt, every broken whine "hh, ah, ngh" is a testament to the complete inversion of his former glory.

18:19 Silver_Soldier:

18:21 Silver_Soldier: His cock refuses to stop - blowing load after load. In the corner of his mind, awe creeps in. Not respect, not pride something darker. Jae Hoon is not just beating him; he is rewriting the rules, forcing Silver Soldier to acknowledge that his strength, his training, even his heroic presence, is no longer his own. The very body that inspired fear and admiration has been turned into a machine for submission, and every flailing, self-directed strike underscores it. The irony tastes like ash, the humiliation sharp enough to make him shiver despite the heat and sweat. Silver Soldier’s identity, once carved in steel and discipline, is now nothing more than trembling muscle and obedience, striking at itself under the hands of a superior force. The sound of his own fists smacking into flesh, the feel of his own arms betraying him, the wet slapping of sweat and spit this is the cruelest verdict of all. He cannot fall because he does not know how, cannot stop because each blow forces him to act, and cannot reclaim the awe he once commanded. He is completely undone, and he knows it with every fractured groan and pleading whimper. Shooting again and again his cock refuses to let up as he feels the pain surge his nuts on.

18:21 Silver_Soldier: Silver stumbles, feet dragging, posture gone. His chest heaves, pecs slick and trembling, the once proud swell of them bouncing uselessly with every hit. Jae Hoon keeps him upright with precision, guiding him across the canvas like a thing being moved rather than a man fighting back. The corner closes in. The ropes wait. Silver’s body sways left, then right, arms flailing too slow to protect anything. He does not fall because he does not know how to fall. Standing is the only shape his body remembers. Then Jae Hoon tears him open. A sharp blast smashes Silver’s arms apart and the next punches sink straight into his exposed torso. A hook buries itself into his liver and Silver folds with a strangled, high pitched sound, “Aahhk ” drool spilling freely now, stringing from his lips to his chest. Another punch lands in his kidney and his legs buckle, thighs quivering beneath the short Thai shorts, thick muscles firing uselessly as his balance evaporates. His ribs take the next sequence, each strike rattling through him, his groans turning shrill, breath ripping out of him in ugly bursts.

18:23 Silver_Soldier: Jae Hoon keeps the rhythm until sweat pours down his own face, until his shoulders rise and fall with steady, measured exertion. Silver Soldier is pinned in the corner now, ropes biting into his back, arms half raised by muscle memory alone. His body sways unevenly, so drenched in sweat he could have been showering, though the clear milky fluid from his man tits and sharp spurts of cum are evident. His tears have nearly blended seamlessly with his dripping brow, knees knocking, chest hitching in broken gasps. He weeps openly, sounds small and cracked, reduced to a shaking shell of the man who entered the ring convinced of his own ability.

18:26 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon pants as he finally pulls away from the hero. His now cum soaked torso dripping from Silver Soldier's submission. "Look at this mess you made, slut. Come here and lick it clean. Every drop. Hurry up because I'm already hard again," Jae Hoon ordered as he stroked his own dripping cock.

18:28 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's body collapsed as his mouth trailed down Jae Hoon's body, tasting his own seed , whimpering and weeping. No words made any sense, he had been demolished. This was his reckoning.

18:30 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon raised his arms and flexed for the Silver Soldier to worship. He let him do it on his own for a moment before finally guiding Silver Soldier's mouth along each muscle and between every ridge to make him workship the body that destroyed him. When Silver Soldier had every drop of his own cum, he turned his head to spit in his mouth then grinned. "Time for your real test, Super Slut." Jae Hoon shoved the hero into the ropes and let him slump mid way with his arms thrown over the middle ropes. He yanks the bottom rope up on each side to wrap around the hero's beaten arms. Jae Hoon stroked himself as he looked down at the hero. "Raise your legs and show me your ass. Show me what a real Super Slut you are."

18:33 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier desperately pulled his muscled legs up, his little shorts like a thong they were so ridden up his body, his cock already free and pulsing. His head rested against the turnbuckle as he lifted one leg, sloppily, but it was clear he was hungry - famished - to be skewered, his other leg going up, but his eyes transfixed on Jae Hoon's massive cock - "FUCK MEE -FUCKMEE IN HALLFF - BEAT MEE FROM THE INSIDEE!" He cried out desperately, still leaking everywhere possible.

18:35 Silver_Soldier:

18:35 Silver_Soldier:

18:35 Jae_Hoon: "Like this," Jae Hoon said as he took the hero's ankles and brought them back higher until his ankles were hooked behind the top rope, stretching the hero and putting his flexibility to the test. "Perfect," Jae Hoon said as he admired the hero webbed up in the ropes. He took the hero by his waist and the hero's body twisted in the ropes, wrenching his limbs like a pretzel to be parallel to the mat as Jae Hoon slipped the drooling head into the hero's ass then speared nearly half his length in.

18:37 Silver_Soldier: "OOH FUUCK OHHH FUUCCK" Silver Soldier cried out as he was painfully slammed into - and his head slammed into the back of the turnbuckle, he moaned and then drooled, all while his cock shot in response to the pain and humiliation..."nnnneeeed..."

18:40 Silver_Soldier:

18:41 Jae_Hoon: Jae Hoon slammed himself fully into Silver Soldier, bouncing him off his hips just for the ropes to slam him back done. The ropes tightened around Silver Soldier's limbs as he bounced. Each time Jae Hoon thrusted, he saw the ropes biting harder and pulling on Silver Soldier's body. "This what you wanted, Super Slut? To be treated nothing more than pain slut and cock sleeve that you were meant to be? Go on, admit it. Admit it and i'll pump you full of my cum," Jae Hoon grunted as he started to fuck him faster.

18:43 Silver_Soldier: "AH AAAHH FUCCKK OHH FUCCK!" The pain was biting into him, and still he kept yelping, kept whining and kept moaning. Over and over. "YESS THISSS !! I'M A FUCKINGGG SLUTT JAEEE HOON FUCCKK MEEE - HARDERR - BREAK MEE -RUINN MEE - PUMPP MEE DEARR GODDD JAEE HOON!" His head pounded and the ropes began to test his flexibility, but he couldn't care, all he wanted was Jae Hoon to shoot inside of him.

18:46 Jae_Hoon: The veins on Jae Hoon's muscles thickend and became more prominent as he started to fuck Silver Soldier relentlessly. The bell for the rounds had gone off again and started a new round as he continued fucking him. Jae Hoon was surprised by the hero's endurance and that his arms hadn't been ripped off by the ropes, but it only made him want to fuck the hero harder. When he finally felt his cock throbbing at next bell, Jae Hoon pulled the hero's head closer to bring his bicep up to his face. "Kiss it. Kiss along that vein. You know what that is?" Jae Hoon moaned as he started to unload into the hero's ass.

18:47 Jae_Hoon: !damage 20d8
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 = 114 damage. BODILY_INT down to -142.

18:49 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's body began to flail in the ropes at such a rapid rate, he could feel the reinforced ropes sawing into his skin and his leg tendons snapping from the pain - still his cock spurted and shot repeatedly and Jae Hoon outlasted him, outmanned him, the entirety of the fucking. Shots of cum, milk and drool, weeping, he was utterly ruined. Jae Hoon then presented his bicep and the hero kissed it, confused, "No - yesss....superiorr..." he got out as he kissed the bicep with fervor squealing as his ass began to fill and stomach bloat with Jae Hoon's seed.

18:52 Jae_Hoon: "I knew all about your super soldier serum and that you've doped up on more for this fight. Too much for a boy scout. I have an anti-serum running through my veins. All that cum your taking," Jae Hoon moaned as his cock flexed inside of Silver Soldier with another volley of cum filling and spilling out of him. "It's going to force yours out. Guess where it's been coming out?" Jae Hoon sneered.

18:55 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier didn't care what was happening, he just needed to get fucked. That was, until his brain caught up - "Wha-what??" His nuts suddenly churned and he felt a burst of cum - not the shots he had been taking, but an actual burst, threatening to rip his cock apart, spewing in every direction from his cock as he let out a terrified scream, "AAAAAAAAGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEE WHAAAGGHH !" His pecs began to jerk violently, leaps of streaming man milk shooting from them, he watched in horror as his body displayed a pathetic unraveling - his vaunted masculinity being undone by a demise of pure wanton weakness. "JAEE HOON PLEASEE AAAAAGGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

18:57 Jae_Hoon: "Don't worry, Super Slut, if you survive, I'll keep you around and add you to the collection," Jae Hoon chuckled as he kept pumping his dick inside of the hero. "Just hope you haven't taken too much of the anti-serum," Jae Hoon moaned as he took the hero by his waist and continued to relentelessly pound into him.

18:59 Silver_Soldier: In a cruel twist, the jumbotron above began to play Silver Soldier's "No one's beating this body remix" - "Can't stop - PLEASEE JAE HOONN NO MOREE DON'T FUCCK MEE I CAN'TT STOPPP ITTAAAAGGHH AAAAAAAAIIEEE" His cock began shooting faster and faster, his nipples like broken steam valves, his cock in a fiery heat, his nuts pumping endlessly. Head slamming, body burning, he felt on fire - he didn't know how to survive!

19:02 Silver_Soldier:

19:15 Jae Hoon: Jae Hoon took the hero by his head to make him look up at the villain. "You keep begging to be destroyed. Look at you squirting like the bitch in heat you are. Who beat this body? What body? You were never meant to be a hero. You're not even worthy to be one of my sluts. Your body is nothing, so i'll make you nothing," Jae Hoon grunted as he slammed his dick into Silver Soldier, his cock exploding with another volley of anti-serum pumped cum. He watches as the ropes dig harder into Silver Soldier's weakened body, pulling the hero apart as the rest of the serum bursts from his ruined body. Jae Hoon turned his head to the side at the sudden explosion and smirked.

19:07 Silver_Soldier: The hero cried out as his arms were pulled apart and his pecs BURST open, his cock RIPPING into pieces as Jae Hoon proved far too much for his "body" - in his complete defeat his last moments were of being Jae Hoon's total bitch - beaten like a fucking pinata - while desiring to be a real man like his conqueror and knowing he could never live up to that standard even if he had any life left.

19:12 Silver_Soldier: !damage @Silver_Soldier 5d100
You take ☒ 5 + ☒ 93 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 22 + ☒ 17 = 144 damage. BODILY_INT down to -286.

20:17 Silver_Soldier: Before Jae Hoon could slough off the remnants of Silver Soldier- his wide eyed head now at the corner of the ring, the rest of him in bits and pieces besides his big muscled legs- a voice came over the arena speakers. A voice of a certain crime lord. "Folks - be sure to get your one of a kind commemorative memorabilia!" The screen flashed with a "This body? BEATEN!" - with Jae Hoon tearing a Silver Soldier emblem. "DAnd Jae Hoon, don't forget to bring me his head."

20:18 Silver_Soldier: **Weeks later** Silver Soldier’s fall had become a phenomenon. Sheng’s punching dummies, molded from the hero’s face in every possible expression of panic, pleading, and weeping, flew off shelves in staggering numbers, collectors and casual buyers alike scrambling for the limited editions: Weeping Silver, Panic Silver, Pleading Silver. Infomercials played relentlessly, boasting, “Punch his arms, jab his chest, watch the hero who posed for cameras now beg under your fists!” and in the + versions, every swing triggered prerecorded shrieks, gasps, and broken pleas from Silver Soldier himself, a soundtrack of shame looped endlessly. Posters and digital banners emblazoned the slogans: “Every punch counts. Even on greatness,” “From hero… to punching bag… now in collectible form,” and “Feel the weight of invincibility… and destroy it.”

20:18 Silver_Soldier: Sales shattered expectations, and with them, the legacies of both Jae Hoon and Sheng were cemented as the men who could topple even the greatest of wannabe heroes. For those who purchased the deluxe sets, a special bonus included an instructional video of Jae Hoon himself, detailing, step by step, how effortlessly he dismantled Silver Soldier, his calm, precise movements replayed for aspiring fighters or vengeful spectators to study and emulate. The hero’s power, presence, and bravado had been reduced to a product, his body immortalized only as a tool of submission for the public to wield, each strike a reenactment of his humiliation. And in Sheng’s private office, behind glass and polished steel, the final symbol of conquest was kept: Silver Soldier’s preserved head, eyes wide in panic, mouth frozen in the exact moment of pleading, and remarkably, the traces of his tears still visible on his cheeks- a grim testament to every shred of his humiliation. The dummies themselves, molded from those same expressions of panic, pleading, and weeping, carried tiny sculpted tears along the cheeks and down the jawline, making every swing a reenactment of his collapse. The hero’s fall had been immortalized, each nuance of his agony preserved in silicone, resin, and glass, ensuring that Jae Hoon’s mastery and Sheng’s orchestration would never be forgotten. His fame, his body, even the vulnerability he had once hidden in private moments were now on display for the world, sold, admired, and feared the ultimate monument to the completeness of his undoing. Jae Hoon had not merely beaten him; he had rewritten the very definition of a hero’s fall, and the city, the collectors, and every viewer of the infomercials were witnesses to every agonized, tear-streaked second.

20:18 Silver_Soldier: END