THE HIGH TABLE
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Wrangler: 
THE_STEPHEN: The truck pulls into the roadside diner’s parking lot right on time, just like before. Its burly driver steps out of the cab, just as expected. The truck is carrying a military-grade device—a weapon that could bring the cops to their knees, wipe out the entire fucking SWAT team. And tonight, it would be mine. The big guy circles his truck, inspecting its condition and making sure the container doors are locked. I’m dressed in a black jumpsuit and step out of the shadows, sneaking up behind the big man. One punch to the back of his neck, right where the skull meets the spine. If the blow lands right, his vertebrae will snap, paralyzing the burly man or killing him with a single blow. It doesn’t matter to me.
THE_STEPHEN: 
Wrangler: I've parked the truck for the night at this empty lot out in nowhere. I don't know what it's in the cargo; all I know is I have to guard it with my life. Jumping down from the cab, I stretch for a moment, then inspect the truck - looking for any shredded tires. Seeing it's all good, I lean on the truck and stretch my back, then bend forward to stretch my spine - and feel something whizzing by my head, along with the bump of something against my back. I'm startled and shove back, stepping back at the same time. "What the fuck?"
THE_STEPHEN: "Open the container. Do it!" I snap grab your throat, and wrap my fingers along your windpipe, pushing you backwards. "Open it if you want to live."
Wrangler: You push me back against the trailer of the truck. Now I know what you want. I was instructed to guard it. Your grip is powerful on my throat, but I grab your shirt in turn and twist, SLAMMING your back against the outside of the cab. "Fuck you," I hiss at you through gritted teeth.
THE_STEPHEN: "Tough guy, huh?" I smirk, and with my free hand, I aim a nasty punch into your chest, as my knee gets approaching fast your abs. "Last warning. open the fucking container if your life is precious to you"
Wrangler: You start pounding on my muscular chest. I feel that power and GRUNT as you hit me, trying to back me off you, but I am a ruthless and experienced brawler. I grab your face and grip it HARD, crushing it briefly before RAMMING the back of your skull into the door of the cab.
THE_STEPHEN: "YOU FUCKER!", I scream against the palm of your hand, releasing my hold of your throat as I hit my skull against the door of the cab. But I have been in worse situations before. I wrap my arms around your head, pulling your trucker face closer to me as I hit my forehead hard into your face. "You are a dead man, you hear me?"
Wrangler: You grab my head and smack a headbutt to my forehead. POW! I step back, shaking it off. "Fuckin asshole..." I adjust and put up my fists. "Let's go!"
THE_STEPHEN: "Prepare to die!" I hiss as I see you taking your fighting stance. I don't wait but lunge on you, aiming a fist between your pecs, trying to crush your sternum as my knee is already on its way between your legs.
Wrangler: You knuckle up and throw a hard punch at my pecs, which I turn into and you strike my muscle. "NNGGH.." I grunt before registering the knee to my balls. "AGGHH!" I grip my nuts and stagger to the side, toward the front of the truck, my nuts aching BAD
THE_STEPHEN: "Got him", I say to myself as I swing around and aim a high kick into your jawline sending you against the cab door violently.
Wrangler: You swing your boot at my face to rock me back, but I manage to catch it, my attention on defense. I grab onto your leg and feel the power behind that mighty kick as I lock my arms around your leg and turn, in attempt to SMASH your back and skull against the chrome grill on the front of the truck.
THE_STEPHEN: I groan in pain as the back of my skull hits the chrome grill of your truck. I land on the ground on my back, a bit dazed, but far from giving up. Squirming on the ground, I wrap my arms around your ankles and twist them with all my strength, trying to make you lose your balance and fall down on your ass.
Wrangler: You manage to pull out my ankles and I fall down onto my ass in front of you. "Fuckin cunt!" I growl as the pain in my ass registers.
THE_STEPHEN: I am not going to give you time to recover as I get up onto my knees and surge on top of you, pushing you onto your stomach. I climb on your back, wrapping my arm around your neck, and hit my forehead against the back of your skull. "I asked you to do as I said; now it's too late"
Wrangler: You climb onto my back and grip my neck, and I wedge my arm before you can apply a choke or sleeper. Your forehead hits my skull with a WHACK, I see stars for a second as you taunt me in my ear. But we are not done yet. I roll to the side and power two punches up and back into your face, then twist and force you to release, and we are now face to face, pummeling each other
THE_STEPHEN: You are tougher than I thought. But so am I. I jump up and face you again. Your punches are raining all over my body. I have a full job to dodge them, and many of them hit the target hard. But then, I am a tough fighter too, sending my punches into your body, trying to aim vital points, your solar plexus, sternum, throat, and jaw. You are dodging many of them too. Our faces and noses are bleeding. I jump forward and spear your chest with my shoulders, trying to hit your back against your truck.
Wrangler: Your fists strike my face, jaw, muscles - I'm on alert as one solid punch strikes the side of my neck, in return I grab your own neck and smash a headbutt to your nose. But then you get low and DRIVE me against the side of my truck... Shoulder drives right into my abs. "OOOGH..." I GRUNT as my body takes the force.
THE_STEPHEN: Your giant body pinned against your own truck gives a nasty grin on my face. My nose and face bleeding, I feel the taste of blood in my mouth. "you woke up the beast", I whisper as I send my knee hard, twice, into your abs and take a step back. You are a dangerous opponent. I must finish you soon.
Wrangler: You plow your knee up into my abs twice, my back against the truck as you lift me from the force. "OOOF.. OOOOF..." I GRUNT, my powerful abs taking two vicious blows. You step back and I unleash a ROAR of fury, throwing my fist straight at the gap between your pecs, wondering what the hell is in my truck that this person is willing to fight to the death for it
THE_STEPHEN: Your punch takes me guard down. My eyes jumps wide open. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOF" , I scream and stumble clumsy backwards trying to stay on my feet. I finally lift up my face and spit some blood and saliva onto the ground. "I will make you pay for that".
Wrangler: "THAT SO???" I ROAR as I follow after you, and fire a brutal right snap kick aiming at your left knee, unleashing my trucker power on you.
THE_STEPHEN: I see your kick coming and try to dodge it by stepping out of its trajectory, but it's too late. Your kick hits hard the side of my knee, making me fall down on one knee only. I don't have time to check out if you broke it or not as I lunge forward, wrapping my arms around your thighs and pushing you backwards with all my weight. I hit my forehead into your bulge, hoping to hurt your trucker balls.
Wrangler: You hold onto me from below and push me back against the front of my truck, holding onto me and I start trying to grapple you from above as you headbutt into my nuts. I feel the pain mixing with the rush of adrenaline as I hold onto your head. I have to make every moment count, so I push your head between my quads and give it a squeeze before jumping down... bulldogging your face into the concrete under my body weight!
THE_STEPHEN: I try to open your legs with my hands, but you are a fucking big guy with strong legs. Your thighs are squeezing my trapped head as if it were a melon that is close to bursting between your legs at any moment when my face hits the concrete. I scream against the wet and dirty ground, rolling on my back and nursing my face with my hands. "That was a big mistake." As you are on your knees in front of me, I suddenly raise my legs and wrap them around your thick neck, closing them tightly around your nape. "Time to say your prayer," I hiss as I start to add pressure on your neck.
Wrangler: You latch onto my neck with incredible force, and start squeezing my throat. For a second, I wonder if this is the end as you begin crushing me out, until I remember your fucked up knee, and I start punching my fist into that injured knee before grabbing onto that leg and adding torque to the knee joints, applying vicious pressure as I try to snap that fucking leg.
THE_STEPHEN: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHH", I scream as we both hear that loud, dry cracking sound when you break my leg from the knee. I feel dazed, squirming in agony on the ground as I release my hold of your neck. "Fuck, he is close to destroying me," I say to myself as I hook my good leg and shove a hard kick into your face, wiping that nasty smile away from it.
Wrangler: Your good leg drives backwards, punting me in the face with a loud WHACK, sending me rolling back away from you. "Motherfucker," I groan, slowly getting up and spitting out blood, but seeing that you're a bit away now.. and have a broken leg. I have to be careful but I am close to finishing you off as I grab onto your left arm and grapple it just enough that I can full-on soccer kick you right in the face... getting revenge for the last kick, fucker.
THE_STEPHEN: Your kick lands hard on my face, breaking my nose and some teeth. I land hard against the concrete, spitting blood and broken teeth from my mouth. This doesn't look too good for me, but I am not done, not yet. You have an arrogant smile on your face , towering me as I line up my body and send a solid kick into your balls with my good leg. "Those balls wont ever breed anyone."
Wrangler: You're looking hurt - badly. But you still manage to punt up into my nuts, sending me staggering to the side. We've got distance from each other now, but my balls are in fucking AGONY. Holding my nuts. "You... you want to die for.. whatever's in this... fucking rig?"
THE_STEPHEN: Wiping the blood out of my face with the back of my hand, I slowly get up on my good knee. I can tell I got you good, probably causing some serious damage to your balls. Despite the pain, I manage to grin as I begin to approach you slowly. I see a big stone just next to you and your truck as I lunge forward, landing on top of you and trying to push you on your back under my body. I grab the stone from the concrete and raise my arm to hit your skull and end your life. "Yes, I want it. But it will be you who will die for it"
Wrangler: You rush me and try to bring me down, managing to get a mount and grab onto that stone. You're determined to finish me off, but now I'm done defending myself. I have to subdue you, now or never, as you hold that stone. I reach up and grip that powerful arm at the elbow joint and press back, causing you to drop the stone to our sides as I twist and roll you, now we are side to side, gasping for air, looking eye to eye, face to face. "You fucker..." I growl, bashing my knee up between your busted leg and into your own balls. With a face to face view of your reaction as I mash that knee in.
THE_STEPHEN: You almost manage to break my elbow joint, making me drop the stone as we land on our sides. I want to dig my fingers into your eyes and reach your face when all of a sudden your knee hits hard my exposed groin, crushing my balls good. My eyes widening, my mouth drops open to scream as I collapse onto the concrete, rolling into a fetal position. My hands move between my legs, trying to nurse my aching nuts as I try to recover, but the pain is too much, keeping me tightly on the ground.
Wrangler: It's time to finish you off. You're in debilitating pain - my nuts are on fire, my abs and nose burning with pain, but I'm still in this fight. I pull you up by your head and BASH your face into the chrome grill. "YOU." I BASH it again. "MOTHER." I BASH it a third time. "FUCKER." A fourth time and I smear your face against the grate.
THE_STEPHEN: I feel my blood running down from my face, entering into my screaming mouth. I try to struggle, squirm in your hold but each strike of yours make me more and more dazed as I try to kick your ankle or shin, anything I could reach with my good leg.
Wrangler: You're weakening against the truck, grinding your boot on my shin and ankle, trying to cut and bruise my shin up. But I'm enraged, and you're still fighting, and now my leg is cut by your boot. I grab onto your head and bash it through one of my headlights. RAM it in and cut your face up. "Stay down, bitch, or you're gonna die here."
THE_STEPHEN: The glass cover breaks as my face slams into it, shattering into countless sharp shards that dig deep into the flesh of my face. I start thrashing desperately, jabbing my elbows backward to free myself from your deadly grip. “Let me go or I’ll kill you,” I threaten, still trying to lift my face away from the headlight.
Wrangler: You're still struggling, but your elbows are weak, just hitting my ribs and abs with soft thuds. So I pull you out of the headlight, wrap my arms around your waist, turn around and use my power to throw you overhead and backwards against the grill.
THE_STEPHEN: My back hits the grill of your truck hard, forcing all the air out of my lungs in one go. Gasping and coughing, I fill them again as I need to wipe the blood out of my eyes. All of a sudden I smile. "You should have killed me when you had a chance," I spit and slowly get up onto my good knee. My head is humming and my vision is blurry, but I am not done yet. I let you approach me, sure of your victory when all of a sudden I surge on you, snap grab of your bulge and stretch it out of your body with all my weight while I try to drill my fingertips into your sensitive ball meat. "Time for you to go!"
Wrangler: You lunge forward and grab onto my balls, dig your hands into my nuts and yank on it through my jeans. I ROAR in pain... "AGGHHHH! AGGGGGHHH!!!!" Hard to breathe... you're trying to break my nuts! I shift into a blind rage. You're on your knees, I pull that head up closer, and just see red as I start bashing my forehead into your face. Pummeling your nose, your eyes, your forehead. A solid ten blows that leave me dazed as I leanto the side against the truck, gasping for air, surveying the damage. The knot on my forehead throbbing with pain.
THE_STEPHEN: As I see you coming down an evil smirk appers on my blood stained face "Got you!", but you had other ideas as you hammer your forehead into my face over and over again turning it into bloody pulp. I release your nuts and collapse on my back as I struggle to stay conscious. I roll away from you taking some safe distance from you as I watch you checking out the damage. "What? DId I turn a stallion into a steer?", I mock you
Wrangler: You're mocking, refusing to go out, but having taken colossal damage to your face, you are no longer recognizable. I storm over to you and punt you across the face, boot to the temple. "FUCK YOU."
THE_STEPHEN: Your foot connects my temple hard, tilting my head sharply to one side. "OOOOOOOOOOOOFFF", but my screams are cut as I land on my stomach, legs and arms spread wide open as if I was going to fly. My lights go out instantly
Wrangler: You're out. I survey the damage before dragging you over to the cab by your good leg, then bending it back and giving that knee a STOMP, a sickening CRUNCH as I ensure that leg won't be doing any more damage. I open the door and shove in your arms above your head, then RAM it shut with my shoulder. You're now dangling there, arms wedged in the steel, both legs broken, and I start boxing your abs and ribs. I'm still furious, still here to FIGHT, as I also DRILL my knee into your balls. "You fuckin piece of shit, you thought you could take me down? I was hired for this job for a reason, bitch!"
THE_STEPHEN: I open my eyes at some point when I feel my blood running down along my body. My ribs are broken, my arms and legs are broken, and judging by some warm liquid running slowly down into my briefs, my balls are probably also broken. "You might have won this time, but if I were you, I would be very careful in the next stop you are going to take." I look at you and have an evil smile as I spit onto your face.
Wrangler: "Oh, I know exactly the next stop I'm going to take." I drill your abs some more, forcing you to spit blood as you grunt and groan, then I slap you across the face. I then go to the other side of the truck and start it up, and I begin driving, your busted legs dangling as I haul ass out of that parking lot. I don't know what happens to you, but I kick the truck into self-steering and then open that cab door on the freeway, releasing whatever's left of you. I lean back in my seat. I don't know who the fuck you were, but you put up a hell of a FIGHT!
THE_STEPHEN: I feel my body rolling on the highway as I gather some weird way of strength and lift my head up. A giant truck is coming fast. I don't have the time or the chance to get out of the way. "SPLASH"—A bump, then another, and another... A wet puddle and a pile of mangled flesh are left on the road.
Published: 2026-06-16, viewed 90 times.
Moremuscle
29 days agoGreat fight guys!! Wasn't sure who was gonna win this one, but a nice decisive victory and a great ending!
Ben Brawler
2026-06-18 04:15Hell yeah gents. Great fight.
Dream Breaker
2026-06-16 22:08Holy cow! What a fight! At the beginning it was impossible to tell who would win but little by little Wrangler begun to take upper hand. But must say that The Stephen fought back bravely all the way until the end and for a brief moment I though he might just turn the tables. That end, wow - The Stephen got really unlucky there.
Thanks for sharing your story with us,
Freaker
2026-06-16 20:30This is a brutal highway ambush that never slows down once the first punch is thrown. The Stephen comes into the fight with confidence and a clear objective, but Wrangler proves to be exactly the kind of man chosen to guard something valuable. What starts as a simple attack evolves into a savage war of attrition where both men absorb incredible punishment. The strength of the story lies in Wrangler's resilience and in Stephen's refusal to surrender even after suffering devastating injuries. The ending is especially memorable: the fight is already over, yet the final fate waiting for Stephen on the highway makes the conclusion even darker. .
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