THE HIGH TABLE

Donovan_Graves: I have invited @Silver_Soldier to join #Soldier_and_Graves.

Silver_Soldier: !reset
@Silver_Soldier's power bars are reset.

Silver_Soldier: !reset @Donovan_Graves
@Donovan_Graves's power bars are reset.

Silver_Soldier: !set head 100
@Silver_Soldier's HEAD is set to 100 / 100

Silver_Soldier: !set pecs 70
@Silver_Soldier's PECS is set to 70 / 70

Silver_Soldier: !set Larm 50
@Silver_Soldier's LARM is set to 50 / 50

Silver_Soldier: !set Rarm 50
@Silver_Soldier's RARM is set to 50 / 50

Silver_Soldier: !set abs 75
@Silver_Soldier's ABS is set to 75 / 75

Silver_Soldier: !set @Donovan_Graves Abs 75
@Donovan_Graves's ABS is set to 75 / 75

Silver_Soldier: !set @Donovan_Graves Head 70
@Donovan_Graves's HEAD is set to 70 / 70

Silver_Soldier: !set @Donovan_Graves LARM 40
@Donovan_Graves's LARM is set to 40 / 40

Silver_Soldier: !set @Donovan_Graves Rarm 40
@Donovan_Graves's RARM is set to 40 / 40

Silver_Soldier: !set @Donovan_Graves Pecs 75
@Donovan_Graves's PECS is set to 75 / 75

Base rules: crits knock down, opponent must stand up using their turns. rounds are 8 turns total (4 and 4 usually). 2 misses results in an extra turn for the opponent.

 Silver's rules (abilities): self-assured - when the hero's total hp is higher than his opponent at the end of a round, he heals an extra 1d6. max power - hits for 2d7 base damage always. Super Soldier serum: heals once every 3 rounds no matter what. agility - gets an extra attack each time his opp misses twice (stacks)

Graves Rules (abilities): mind games - before a round and during (one turn) the villain can trash talk - if he rolls higher than his opponent he does damage rolls for the round ( - adv if hp is higher). Cocky - the villain can give his opponent an extra attack on their turn, but if they miss or hit for 4 or less, Graves interrupts their attack. If Donovan's hp is higher than his opponent he heals for 3d6 during the end of a round. Hatred - if Donovan hits for 6 or less, his attacks are +2 until the end of his *next* turn.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier wasn't worried about the match - in fact, far from it. He planned on sending a message tonight. Televised charity match - but he had ulterior motives. In his usual costume, he was covered up more than usual, his shorts and gloves over him - he didn't want to be photographed and seen in some unseemly way. As a hero, it was important to him to maintain the reputation he'd built for the past 3 years as Bastion City's hero - no - savior. He came out as the fans began to cheer and lifted a gloved hand, smiling. He didn't want to come across cocky, but the fighter that had been put forth - Donovan Graves - had barely a reputation outside of being "tough" - not like the storied villains he'd taken down before. He got into the ring as the crowd cheered.

Donovan_Graves: As the cresendo of the crowd reached its peak, they were suddenly silenced by the lights cutting out. Murmurs filled the room then a sudden gasp from the spotlights focusing on the entrance. Wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts with white boots and a matching pair of white gloves with a black skull on the front, Donovan stood with his chin raised already looking down at Silver Soldier. The lights slowly returned as Donovan made his way to the ring. When he reached the ring, he made his way around with his eyes locked onto Silver Soldier. "I thought you were going to be bigger," Donovan noted.

Silver_Soldier: !rps @Donovan_Graves
Silver_Soldier challenges Donovan_Graves to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Donovan_Graves
The game timed out.

Silver_Soldier: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6

Donovan_Graves: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7

Silver_Soldier: !rps @Donovan_Graves
Silver_Soldier challenges Donovan_Graves to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Donovan_Graves
Silver_Soldier says rock. Donovan_Graves says rock. It's a draw!

Silver_Soldier: !rps @Donovan_Graves
Silver_Soldier challenges Donovan_Graves to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Donovan_Graves
Donovan_Graves says scissors. Silver_Soldier says paper. Donovan_Graves wins!

Silver_Soldier: "I'll look plenty big when you're laying on the mats. Don't get ahead of yourself..." The bell dings and Silver warms up his arms in circles as he goes to the center.

Donovan_Graves: !damage @Silver_Soldier head
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. HEAD down to 96.

Donovan_Graves: !damage @Silver_Soldier rarm
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. RARM down to 43.

Donovan_Graves: "Will that be when you are riding me, hero?" Donovan cracked a grin and raised his gloves with the sound of the bell. For a man his size, Donovan moved fast. He greeted Silver Soldier with a swift jab-cross to his face with the full extension of his arms. His arms tucked back in quickly with his left arm swinging as his body pivoted to slam a right hook into Silver Soldier's shoulder.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was taken off guard by Graves' speed. *Damn, gotta keep up!* He was hit, there was no doubt the fighter had training, able to hit Silver Soldier with little difficulty, but the power wasn't there either.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch connected and did ☒ 4 + ☒ 7 = 11 damage. ABS down to 64.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7 head
My punch connected and did ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 = 9 damage. HEAD down to 61.

Silver_Soldier: "Let me show you how it's done." Silver Soldier feinted and then sent a right glove into Donovan's abs - BAAAM - the sound was audible and the crowd cheered. He grinned as a stunned look crossed Grave's face, only to smack him in the head for good measure - SMACK - and pushing his advantage of the villain to the ropes. "Do you feel the difference already? Size doesn't matter against this body punk."

Donovan_Graves: Donovan scowled after falling for the feint, his arm had moved up to guard just to eat that heavy blow to his abs. The hero had enough power to shove all that air to his mouth, his mouth piece pushing up to his lips. It was pushed back into place from the follow up strike to his head. Donovan was glaring at the hero as soon as the glove slipped from his view.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 head
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 6 = 9 damage. HEAD down to 87.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 head
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 3 damage. HEAD down to 84.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan circled Silver Soldier for a beat and began to trade blows to test each other's guard. After a few seconds, Donovan caught an opening to snap a quick jab to Silver Soldier's proud jaw then a heavy cross to his nose. He side stepped the hero to get a new angle then peppered his jaw with two more jabs.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's head snapped as he was struck at first, but he steeled himself. He wasn't going to give this jerk the satisfaction. he nearly walked through the peppering attacks. Some lowlife working for gangs around the city should be as much fodder for him as he was entertainment for the crowd. "That all you got or are you rusty? Maybe you're just too new around here."

Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. ABS down to 57.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier swung at the punk's head, only for his arm to fly in the air, but he moved up and planted his glove deep into his abs - finding a clear area to target. "Gonna be rough when you're struggling for air."

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 rarm
You take ☒ 8 + ☒ 7 = 15 damage. RARM down to 28.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 larm
You take ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 = 14 damage. LARM down to 36.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan swayed back from the cross, but left his abs exposed once again to eat Silver's glove. "Arms up, hero," Donovan growled as he shook out his arms then went for an all out assault. He opened with a left-right hook to the hero's forearm and shoulders with a resounding THOOM! THOOM! A jab-jab-cross to each arm followed as he started to push the hero back towards a corner then swinging left-right hooks back to the hero's arms again THOOM! THOOM!

Silver_Soldier: There was an unhinged power suddenly from Graves that rocketed Silver Soldier back, grunting as he took the onslaught - left with two powerful blows that shook his whole body, leaving the crowd speechless as he rocked left then right from explosive blows. The hero's body spun as he fell face first against the ropes, tears appearing in his costume.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Silver_Soldier: He manages to turn to face Donovan, but it's clear the hero is suddenly winded. Eyes staring over the fighter instead of meeting his gaze head on.

Donovan_Graves: !damage rarm
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. RARM down to 21.

Donovan_Graves: !damage rarm
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. RARM down to 12.

Donovan_Graves: !damage larm
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚂ 3 = 4 damage. LARM down to 32.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan should have given the hero room to get up. Instead, he towered over him with his arms flexed in the air and resisted planting his foot on the hero's face right then and there. When the hero managed to get back up, Donovan flashed him a grin before it was covered by his white gloves. He welcomed the hero back into the fight with a fast jab to the hero's face just to get his guard back up. Donovan's fury returend almost immediately to continue his assault to the hero's guard. He started with a fast jab-jab-cross to the hero's forearms followed by a heavy hook to his shoulder.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was grunting loudly as he managed to "guard" Donovan's attack - his big arms taking the brunt of the punishment -but so heavy were his attacks that the hero couldn't help but feel a twinge in them as he was struck. He managed to get away from the ropes, but he took noticeable damage - he felt it, it stung.

Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: !heal larm
You recover ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. LARM up to 41.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier shook out his left arm, and then decided to show Donovan what his big bulging mounds of justice were made of - only for them to both fly into emptiness - the big villain had dodged them both. The hero's eyes bulged as Donovan went to counter - DING DING DING- the round ended and Silver Soldier resisted the urge to gulp, returning to his corner with his head down. Briefly. He forced it back up and grit his teeth. This wasn't over - Donovan had been lucky. He knew it.

Silver_Soldier: !heal rarm
You recover ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. RARM up to 19.

Donovan_Graves: !heal 2d6 abs
You recover ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. ABS up to 64.

Donovan_Graves: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚂ 3 + ⚅ 6 = 9

Silver_Soldier: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7

Silver_Soldier: !heal head
You recover ⚃ 4 + ⚃ 4 = 8 damage. HEAD up to 92.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan left his glove in Silver's face to let him stare at the skull print ready to smash into him. "You built a body for attenion and train for mirrors. You just look strong until you have something that is actually coming for you. I'm coming for you in the next round, hero," Donovan promised.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 larm
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. LARM down to 38.

Silver_Soldier: !set larm 41
@Silver_Soldier's LARM is set to 41 / 50

Donovan_Graves: !rps @Silver_Soldier
Donovan_Graves challenges Silver_Soldier to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Donovan_Graves: !rockpaperscissors Silver_Soldier
Silver_Soldier cancelled the game.

Silver_Soldier: !rps @Donovan_Graves
Silver_Soldier challenges Donovan_Graves to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Donovan_Graves
Donovan_Graves says paper. Silver_Soldier says rock. Donovan_Graves wins!

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 larm
You take ☒ 8 + ☒ 4 = 12 damage. LARM down to 29.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 rarm
You take ☒ 7 + ☒ 8 = 15 damage. RARM down to 4.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 rarm
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. RARM down to 0.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan shook out his arms then rolled his shoulders back before raising his gloves. His eyes locked in on the hero from just above his gloves, swaying for a moment before finally lashing out with a feint to flash that skull right in the hero's face again. "You're mine," Donovan growled as he went back to the hero's arms. His jabs and crosses peppered the hero's forearms, but it was the left and right hooks to his shoulders that exploded in the arena with another resounding THOOM! THOOM! from the leather crushing muscle.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier barely had time to adjust before he found his body lurching from side to side, again he was sent sprawling, this time, his body landed harshly in his own corner. Still on his feet, his arms went out to push himself up, and that's when he began to struggle.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: Unable to push himself up, Silver Soldier dropped to his knees. The crowd was hushed in complete disbelief.

Silver_Soldier: !set bitchmeter 150
@Silver_Soldier's BITCHMETER is set to 150 / 150

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Silver_Soldier: In panic, Silver Soldier forced his legs under him and got back to standing, his guard trying to go back up, but his right arm hung by his side a bit too slovenly to be in fighting form...

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. BITCHMETER down to 144.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3 damage. BITCHMETER down to 141.

Donovan_Graves: "You going to shine my boots while you're down there?" Donovan chuckled under his breath as his massive frame casted a shadow over the hero. "Go on. If you kiss them now, maybe I won't break your arm before the end of the fight," he threatened. He took a few steps back as the hero got back up to his feet and shrugged. "Your funeral."

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 head
You take ☒ 8 + ☒ 3 = 11 damage. HEAD down to 81.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 larm
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 7 = 10 damage. LARM down to 19.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 head
You take ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 = 9 damage. HEAD down to 72.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan faked the hero out with one more feint then grinned as he pushed a second jab right into the hero's face followed by a left hook to his exposed right jaw. "Guard," Donovan barked to get the hero to raise his left arm just so he could swing a right hook into the hero's bicep. He grinned as he side stepped the hero to snap a jab-left hook-left uppercut to the hero's head in rapid succession.

Silver_Soldier: The hero's open guard made him an easy target. He followed the directions to "guard" only to get his arm slammed so hard it flew open and his face was a open target, snapping left and right. His mouthguard felt loose and he sucked it back in, forcing himself to fight.

Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. ABS down to 57.

Silver_Soldier: He instinctively threw his right fist - which was a mistake, as his arm just flopped. Both him and Donovan watched as it happened, but as Donovan seemed to gloat, the hero threw his left - still targeting Donovan's abs - trying to make a dent. He wheezed as he stepped back, happy to do some damage.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan flexed his abs so the hero would only feel steel. "Is that all you got, hero?" Donovan even lowered his guard to brush his abs.

Donovan_Graves: !damage head
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. HEAD down to 63.

Donovan_Graves: !damage abs
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. ABS down to 68.

Donovan_Graves: With the hero wide open, he snapped a jab and swift left hook to the hero's, but this time he folllowed through with a right uppercut to return the favor for those last few blows. "I thought you were going to be a much harder challenge than this. What's wrong? Didn't put enough air into your muscles today? Come on, hero. Hit me!" Donovan barked and spread his arms open.

Silver_Soldier: !heal rarm
You recover ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. RARM up to 7.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier shakes his arm out, finally feeling his serum kick in and it pump back to life. "There we go. Yeah, man, I'm more of challenge than you realize."

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch connected and did ☒ 7 + ☒ 6 = 13 damage. ABS down to 44.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. ABS down to 40.

Silver_Soldier: Silver slams his right into Donovan's abs, "Like this?" - the villain seems to lift off the ground from the hit, and then he swings his left - noticing a sudden change in Donovan's demeanor and a tightening of his stance, still the hero sends the punch forward...

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 head
You take ☒ 7 + ☒ 5 = 12 damage. HEAD down to 51.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 larm
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 4 = 10 damage. LARM down to 9.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan felt the power in Silver's blow to his abs and grunted. His eyes narrowed from the feeling of all that spit building in his mouth and pushing at his mouth guard. As the follow up blow came, Donovan twisted his body and cocked his left arm back then slammed through the hero's guard to flatten his glove against Silver's face. The glove slipped back just for Donovan to slam a right hook into the hero's left arm as he tried to take the hero's head off.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's head nearly ripped off his shoulders, only his spine seemed willing to keep it in place. As he went sailing his shoulder took the brunt of another vicious blow that likely would have snapped his neck, only to go arms out and open slamming face first into the mats. "UNNNGHGHHHHNN" his muscled sprawled out body, with gloves and boxing shorts, pathetically in the mat. He heaved air.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Silver_Soldier: He tried to get up, and his body slipped, over and over, until the count was at 8, finally able to force himself up, but his mouth was slack and he could see the numerous tears in his costume, most at the arms, revealing swollen thick muscle - usually a sight to impress, but which looked like damaged meat market goods at this point. He faced Donovan...body shaking in the throes of standing up. "Youuur nottt gonnaaa aaammusshh Silverrr..."

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚅ 6 = 9 damage. BITCHMETER down to 132.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. BITCHMETER down to 130.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. BITCHMETER down to 123.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan drank in the sight of Silver Soldier struggling to get up. However, the pathetic sight of him trying to get his arms out underneath him to push himself up was too pathetic. He rolled his eyes after the first second and turned his back to raise his arms for the cheering crowd. People had put down their Silver Soldier signs and were cheering Donovan's name. "Graves! Graves! Graves!" Donovan turned with a grin on his face to see the hero back on his feet. "Hear that, loser? Looks like your fans are turning on you. No one wants to back the Silver Sissy."

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier barely got to his feet as the bell rang DING DING DING

Silver_Soldier: !heal RARM
You recover ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 = 6 damage. RARM up to 13.

Silver_Soldier: he shook out his right arm and sunk in the corner, sweating, heaving, his costume in tatters as his face felt swollen. "H-how...nnggh.." He barely had time to think to himself, head spinning.

Donovan_Graves: !heal 3d6 abs
You recover ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 10 damage. ABS up to 50.

Donovan_Graves: "You're in my corner," Donovan spoke as he towered over the battered hero. He planted his gloves down on the top ropes and left the hero no where to go unless he were to duck underneath his arms and get a face full of Donovan's pits. "You look you'd be a good corner bitch. You got the tits for it at least. Are those real or are they pumped with air like your noodle arms?"

Donovan_Graves: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 = 5

Silver_Soldier: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11

Donovan_Graves: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier didn't know how to respond, he just sat there, heaving, big pecs rising and falling - almost as if he was showing them off to the hunk - PUNK - he meantt punnk...he told himself. Sucking in his scent and his sweat, his humidity of domination...."No...no not...show.." He muttered.

Silver_Soldier: !damage 2d8 @Silver_Soldier bitchmeter
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 4 = 6 damage. BITCHMETER down to 117.

Silver_Soldier:

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: "These bitch tits aren't for show?" Donovan asked as he reached for the hero's chest and pulled the hero up to his feet so they could be face to face. "These are a little small for my taste. Don't worry. Let's see how big I can make them in the next round when I'm pounding them." Donovan pulled the hero from the corner and shoved him out so Donovan could prop up against HIS corner.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier went stumbling out of Donovan's corner and landed on his face. The crowd laughed. The hero pushed himself up, trying to get to his corner. There was no way he was this out of it already.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Silver_Soldier: He managed to get to his feet and huff over his corner, flopping down in a heap. His chest pushed up against his costume, as if to respond to Donovan, to beckon him. But he couldn't care, he had to get a gameplan together...he had to...

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. BITCHMETER down to 110.

Donovan_Graves: !rps @Silver_Soldier
Donovan_Graves challenges Silver_Soldier to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Donovan_Graves: !rockpaperscissors Silver_Soldier
Donovan_Graves says rock. Silver_Soldier says paper. Silver_Soldier wins!

Silver_Soldier: The bell dings... and Silver Soldier pushes out of the corner... his arms feel heavy. He steps slowly, Donovan giving him time it seems. He puts his guard up, trying to bat away the heavy feeling in his muscles, the sagging, the voice telling him to drop. But he's Silver Soldier- and he refuses.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. ABS down to 45.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 6 = 8 damage. ABS down to 37.

Silver_Soldier: !set @Donovan_Graves abs 45
@Donovan_Graves's ABS is set to 45 / 75

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7 LARM
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: The hero took his time, hoping to regain his breath. He stepped in then out, testing Donovan. He finally stepped in fully as they circled and Silver Soldier sent his right arm sailing into Donovan's abs again, feeling the slightest of gives. In a hurry of concern, he managed to step back while sending the same right against Donovan's guard, but his glove seemed to bounce off...

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: !damage larm
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 damage. LARM down to 1.

Donovan_Graves: !damage rarm
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. RARM down to 7.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan scowled at the blow to his abs. The thought that the hero could even sink his glove in made him sick. Donovan caught the hero's glove against his arm as he blocked the blow then went back to stalking the hero. He lobbed several feints to tease the hero then peppered the hero's arms with another series of jabs and crosses. "Hiding your face from me, hero? What's wrong? You know I can see how scare and pathetic you look hiding behind your gloves. Come on, loser. Fight me," Donovan grunted as he swung a hook to crack open the hero's forearms, but stepped back with his arms spread open.

Silver_Soldier: SIlver Soldier grunted as his guard flew apart. He brought it back up and studied Donovan. He was opening for a free approach, and the hero, no matter how noble, couldn't say no to that right now...

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch connected and did ☒ 7 + ☒ 2 = 9 damage. ABS down to 36.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7 pecs
My punch connected and did ☒ 7 + ☒ 3 = 10 damage. PECS down to 65.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7 head
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: The sound as he connected with Donovan's abs sent a shock through the crowd. Silver Soldier's big arms still had the power everyone assumed they did as his left struck - and then his right came into Donovan's left pec - his mind primed to hit that bulging muscle after the mocking the villain had done earlier. He'd show him how to swell those pecs. He was proving to himself that his muscled frame wasn't just for show.

Silver_Soldier: !heal larm
You recover ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. LARM up to 10.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 head
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 8 = 10 damage. HEAD down to 41.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 pecs
You take ☒ 5 + ☒ 8 = 13 damage. PECS down to 57.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 pecs
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 8 = 9 damage. PECS down to 48.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan grunted from the assault to his torso. Damn, hero could still hit hard even after working his arms. He read the hero's next move after the nasty shot to his pec. He slipped past the cross that went for his head and countered with a hard cross of his own to slam into the hero's face. While the hero reeled from the blow, Donovan got to work on those tits. He fired a fast jab-cross to each pec and followed up with several uppercuts to lift each one of the hero's pecs.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was lit up by ta sudden slam into his face, causing him to reel back as he nearly grabbed at his nose like an amateur. He'd never been in this position, and he was failing in front of everyone. Before he could get his guard back, Donovan slammed into his chest, BAM BAM BAM - just as promised and lastly a series of brutal uppercuts that caused the hero to flop back against the ropes behind him, his chest spread out, clearly welted as his costume was in more tatters - emphasizing the raw power of Donovan's blows.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier pushed off the ropes, but it felt too late. He had struggled and in doing so Donovan seemed more than ready to humble the bumbling hero. Silver Soldier bit the pleading that nearly escaped him as he saw Donovan's powerful body rear back and prepare for the hero's wobbly legs to deliver his body into the fighter's vicious attack.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 = 6 damage. BITCHMETER down to 104.

Donovan_Graves: !damage rarm
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. RARM down to 0.

Donovan_Graves: !damage pecs
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. PECS down to 41.

Donovan_Graves: !damage larm
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. LARM down to -1.

Donovan_Graves: "Show me thsoe tits, Silver Slut," Donovan growled low enough only for the hero to hear. He let the hero pull up his guard, but what was the point. Donovan quickly fired several jabs and crosses then cracked open his guard with a hook to each forearm to send them flying. Donovan lowered his guard and let the hero see the scowl on his face as he narrowed his brow and pounced. "Say Daddy," Donovan taunted then bounced a jab to each pec like they were training mitts then a hard cross to his solarplexus.

Silver_Soldier: The hero's guard burst open and suddenly both big arms throbbed at his sides. He tried to lift them, but the heavy muscle felt like numb weight, unable to pull them up in time only for his pecs to get bounced and slammed in the solar plexus. "HUUUGGGHH" he heaved as he stumbled back, but stayed on his feet.

Silver_Soldier: !coin
Flip the coin.... tails!

Silver_Soldier: He tried to lift up his arms, but they dropped, his face contorted into a look of shame as he watched Donovan, keeping his distance.

Silver_Soldier: !coin
Flip the coin.... heads!

Silver_Soldier: !damage @Silver_Soldier bitchmeter
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. BITCHMETER down to 95.

Silver_Soldier: He whimpered as he finally brought his arms up, and managed to throw a punch for Donovan's cocky grinning face.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d5 head
My punch connected and did ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 = 10 damage. HEAD down to 51.

Silver_Soldier: Even weakened he managed to knock the smirk off the villain, though his pecs rose and fell in rapid succession, a telltale sign that his energy was lacking, especially how he hung open for the fighter, as if to invite him to use him...

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: "What's wrong, hero? Giving up alr-HMMPH!" Silver Soldier's glove was a like a streak of silver in the air before it slammed square into his face and snapped his head back. Donovan had to blink a few times to shake the stars out of his eyes. It was a good thing the hero was near useless at this point. "Still got some fight in you, huh? Let's see how much you got left."

Donovan_Graves: !damage pecs
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚅ 6 = 9 damage. PECS down to 32.

Donovan_Graves: !damage abs
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. ABS down to 59.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 5d6 pecs
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 21 damage. PECS down to 11.

Donovan_Graves: !clinch
I step in and grab you in a clinch.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 5d6 abs
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 = 15 damage. ABS down to 44.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan shoves his glove into the hero's face to push him back into the ropes. As he pulls his left hand back, his right fist sails forward to slam twice into each pec to bounce the hero then swings alternating left right uppercuts into Silver Soldier's firm abs. They are probably the only thing solid about him for now. The uppercuts swung higher targeting each ab until they began to lift each of the hero's pec. Donovan pumped his arms in rapid succesion to piston the uppercuts into the trapped hero's chest. After a final blow, Donovan allowed the hero to bounce off the ropes and land face first into his chest just for Donovan to catch him in a clinch. "No where to go, Silver Slut," Donovan growled into his ear. This close, Donovan gave Silver Soldier the perfect view of the tent growing in his shorts. He stepped in closer and caved the hero's abs in with two gutbusting uppercuts then pushed his hips forward to carve his dick into the softened abs.

Silver_Soldier: The hero took the blows - as if he had a choice. No, he had no power, instead, his big body flopped and rolled , jumped and jerked as Donovan took control. Finally, crashing into Donovan, his form a desperate mess of pain, he sagged, being rammed in the gut by the hot cock of the formidable fighter. He wheezed as he slid down, his face pushing into the cock just as the bell "dinged" and he dropped to the mats. He trembled as he forced himself up, hoping to make it to his corner before the break was over...

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12 damage. BITCHMETER down to 83.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. BITCHMETER down to 76.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. BITCHMETER down to 71.

Donovan_Graves: !damage bitchmeter
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. BITCHMETER down to 65.

Silver_Soldier: He stumbled head first into his corner, chest resting against the ropes and sag, his costume in tatters...a hidden pressure in the pants of his costume hidden under his shorts and a dazed look on his face as he stared up into the lights overhead trying to regain focus.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: Donovan looked down at the hero on his knees with his face in his crotch. "You look much better from this angle, Silver Shrimp," Donovan chuckled then stepped away to let the hero fall to the mat. Donovan's glove rose to the air while he leaned up against the corner. Each count he pumped the air with his fist and flexed his bicep for the cheering crowd. Honestly, he was suprised that the hero got up at 8 and even managed to get back to his corner. "Look at you. Already presenting your ass for me."

Donovan_Graves: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10

Silver_Soldier: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8

Donovan_Graves: !rps @Silver_Soldier
Donovan_Graves challenges Silver_Soldier to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Donovan_Graves: !rockpaperscissors Silver_Soldier
Donovan_Graves says rock. Silver_Soldier says paper. Silver_Soldier wins!

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!

Silver_Soldier: !heal head
You recover ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. HEAD up to 49.

Donovan_Graves: !heal 3d6 abs
You recover ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 11 damage. ABS up to 47.

Silver_Soldier: The hero managed to push himself out his corner, the bell dinging.

Silver_Soldier: He stumbled around the ring, trying to find a weakness in Donovan's guard, his stance...something...

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d5 head
My punch connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HEAD down to 48.

Silver_Soldier: He swung, his glove slapped the side of Donovan's head, and then returned, his heavy arms...he was open... "Ohh..nuugh" he grumbled.

Donovan_Graves: !damage pecs
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. PECS down to 6.

Donovan_Graves: !damage pecs
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. PECS down to 2.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan didn't even bother to bring up his guard. He did raise a brow at the hero's arrogance after he slapped his face. "You really thought you could be a hero. Look at you," Donovan taunted and cocked his left arm back and slammed a punch into the hero's left pec then the right. "At least you have a promising career as a ring girl after this. You should have surrendered as soon as you saw me. Must be all the air in your head." Donovan raised his arms and pumped his biceps to leave his body open.

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d5 head
My punch connected and did ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 = 9 damage. HEAD down to 39.

Silver_Soldier: The hero's arms wouldn't lift, he tried and tried. But in an act of defiance, he pulled himself together, twisting his body and his right glove sailed into Donovan's face - once again - but this time, there was some power, and the hero huffed. "How's that ...for air...cocky..fuck..."

Donovan_Graves: !damage 3d10 abs
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 4 = 11 damage. ABS down to 33.

Silver_Soldier: !set abs 44
@Silver_Soldier's ABS is set to 44 / 75

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d10 abs
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. ABS down to 40.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d12 abs
You take ☒ 11 + ☒ 3 = 14 damage. ABS down to 26.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d12 head
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 1 = 7 damage. HEAD down to 42.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan grunted and rubbed his after that savage blow. He even brought his glove up to rub the soreness in his jaw. That was new. Donovan scowled and closed the distance by weaving forward then swing a fast jab to the hero's abs followed by two uppercuts to lift him off the mat. When he let the hero's feet touch the mat, Donovan's right rocketed up in an uppercut to the hero's jaw to send him to the corner.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier went sailing into the corner, his abs caved in uncharacteristically for the usually sturdy hero. But he was struggling to breathe..."NNgghh nn...noo.." He moaned as he pushed himself against the ropes.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I try to stand up but my legs won't respond.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 14d6 bitchmeter
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 + ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 51 damage. BITCHMETER down to 14.

Silver_Soldier: The hero flailed there...being watched. He tried over and over to get to his feet. His big body just collapsing back, he was helpless... he groaned, then moaned, his hips pushing into the air as an evident, though confined, bulge was clear from the hero and his meaty nether region. His body had failed him, he was being offered up to Donovan...Graves..."awww...fuucckk...gottaaa..standd..."

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 bitchmeter
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 7 = 9 damage. BITCHMETER down to 5.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 bitchmeter
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 3 damage. BITCHMETER down to 2.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 bitchmeter
You take ☒ 8 + ☒ 2 = 10 damage. BITCHMETER down to -8.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan stepped forward and planted his boot right on the hero's crotch. "Looks like you're already standing, Silver Slut," Donovan taunted as he left his foot planted there while he lifted his arms up for another double bicep pump. With each flex of his biceps, Donovan pumped his foot on the hero's crotch like he was stepping on the breaks.

Silver_Soldier: To his own disgust, the hero gyrated his hips forward, he couldn't help himself....he let out a heated moan as he did...

Donovan_Graves: "You're like a bitch in heat. Get up, Silver Slut. Come here," Donovan finally stepped off of the hero and wiped his foot on the mat as if he had stepped in gum. He pointed his glove to the mat at the spot between his legs and commanded, "Come over here and take my shorts off."

Silver_Soldier: "Fuckk..off...Gravess..."

Donovan_Graves: Donovan raised a brow at the hero. "Keep my name out of your mouth or I'll shatter your jaw," Donovan warned him. "Last chance," Donovan looked at the spot between his legs again.

Silver_Soldier: !stand
I stand back up, ready to fight again.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier managed to push himself forward, but he couldn't make himself do it..

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Silver_Soldier: He tried to lift his arms in an obvious attempt to fight back, but all that happened was a pathetic shrugging of his shoulders twice. His face contorted as he realized he was outta steam.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan scowled again. "Useless. Can't even follow instructions," Donovan reached under Silver Soldier's arm to hoist him up onto his feet.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 abs
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 damage. ABS down to 21.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 abs
You take ☒ 8 + ☒ 8 = 16 damage. ABS down to 5.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 abs
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 8 = 14 damage. ABS down to -9.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 pecs
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 7 = 10 damage. PECS down to -8.

Donovan_Graves: "I hate mouthy little bitches that can't follow orders," Donovan growled into the hero's ear and started to slam uppercut after uppercut into what was left of Silver Soldier's cobblestone abs. Then one for each pec.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 rarm
You take ☒ 7 + ☒ 8 = 15 damage. RARM down to -15.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 2d8 larm
You take ☒ 5 + ☒ 2 = 7 damage. LARM down to -8.

Donovan_Graves: "Can't even lift your balloon arms. What's the point in you having them?" Donovan grunted and started to swing savage hooks into the hero's arm socket.

Silver_Soldier: The hero was rocked with blows to his midsection that had his eyes bulging and face stretching in a visage of disbelief that read as "how did I get here??!!" - desperation as he was malignantly kept aloft just so Donovan could punish him more. His pecs were next and he felt them jiggle in response, sending a jolt in his cock as the mighty villain's talk from before had come true - Silver Soldier's pecs were tits now, Donovan's to play with. Then the criminal went to work on his arms, slamming them at the socket and he felt them dislocate - useless mass of flesh - "Nnghaa I don'tt knoww Idontknowww..." he rambled as it felt like Donovan was keeping him on his feet ...only to demolish him...

Donovan_Graves: "Beg Daddy to play with your tits and I won't bash your skull in after I rip your arms off," Donovan growled in the hero's ear.

Silver_Soldier: "Nooo nono pleasee...dadddyy ...tittsss...playy withh myyyy tiiiiitsss.." he sobbed out, loudly and the crowd boo'd. But he couldn't help himself, he was completely ruined and on full display...

Donovan_Graves: !damage 10d8 pecs
You take ☒ 7 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 2 = 58 damage. PECS down to -66.

Donovan_Graves: "Good boy," Donovan chuckled in the hero's ear as he dragged him over to the corner. He shoved the hero against the post and hung him up with his dislocated arms over the top ropes. He started slow by just massaging them, but after a near minute he pulled back and rolled his shoulders to raise his gloves. At first it was just jabs at a slow pace. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. JABJAB! JABJABCROSS! He was slowly building momentum. JABJABCROSSLEFTHOOK! JABJABCROSSLEFTHOOKRIGHTHOOK! He wasn't coming at the hero with the full force as before, but the relentless barrage would be enough to keep breaking the hero.

Silver_Soldier: The hero got what he asked for in devastating fashion. More and more Donovan began to "play" with the hero's once proud pecs, now sagging mounds of weakness, all for Donovan. As the pounding continued he found his cock begin to pulse and a hot thick wetness could be felt in his costume, his shame hidden by his silver shorts. At this point the upper part of his silver costume had completely torn off from Donovan's devastation. He moaned and groaned in a mixed array of worship and utter defeat. His body felt like different pieces, not the whole form of a man who'd been the cities hero just moments ago.

Donovan_Graves: DING! DING! DING!

Donovan_Graves: Donovan finally stepped away to let the hero slip from the ropes and drop to his knees before him. "That mouth of yours still work. Take my shorts off. I'm not done with you," Donovan huffed after the rapid blows.

Silver_Soldier: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier suddenly found the power in his arms, and they lifted, tugging down Donovan's shorts...The hero looked at him in distress..."Don't...make me...oh fucckk...I want it... I want it..." His face planted into Donovan's crotch, his lips dragging on the hard dick in order to help hold himself up as his body twitched painfully.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 10d8 head
You take ☒ 8 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 7 = 53 damage. HEAD down to -11.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan grinned at the hero's resolve. "Good Silver Slut," Donovan sighed out in relief as his pride was released from his shorts to smack the hero in the face. Donovan's gloves came down to grab onto the sides of Silver Soldier's head and squeezed at his jaw to force his mouth open. With his dick lined up to the hero's mouth, he shoved the first several inches into the back of his throat then pulled out to force feed every inch of himself down the hero's throat. Now that his throat was opened up, he pulled out to spit in Silver Soldier's mouth then slammed back in. He didn't bother building up the rhythm, instead he began to relentlessly pound the hero's throat.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's throat was filled. At first he slickened the massive cock, but after another thrust, he was barely able to stretch wide enough, his jaw aching as he was opened up. His spittle wasn't enough and he was quickly coated by Donovan's thick pre-cum, filling his mouth, as the massive cock BANGED inside of his throat, SLAMMING him, BATTERING him, the hero's body jerking harshly as Donovan pounded his throat, feeling the walls of it distend and try to accommodate the monster cock, nose flaring with huge snot bubbles, eyes streaming with tears, full face drooling Donovan's cum and his own spittle as his neck rocked back and forth. The loud slurping, slamming and snotty noises audible to the crowd as Silver's face was ridden with abandon.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: For the next round, Donovan pounded away at Silver Soldier's face by pumping his hips. It wasn't long until the hero's once proud face was covered in spittle and strands of pre and frothing at the nose and mouth. "Look at you. Almost lasted another round. Let's see if you can make it to the end of the round before passing out," Donovan grunted as he started to pick up the speed. The beast was throbbing. It thickened and bulged the hero's neck. DING! DING! DING! Donovan slammed his hips forward and dumped a champion sized load down Silver Slut's throat until it was bubbling up out his nose and dribbling from his neck. Instead of drowning the hero in his cum, Donovan slipped his dick out to glaze his new cock sleeve's face with a few more ropes. Donovan held the hero's head up then turned to the crowd as the bell rang out again. DING! DING! DING!

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's shame and discomfort continued to swell in every fibre of his being as he was rammed as a show for this supposed charity match. Adding to the shame was Donovan's monster cock - so imposing Silver Soldier felt a relief that his own "big" member wasn't on display for comparison. He was impressive, but Donovan was godlike, a sad analogy for this boxing match as well. When the cock battered his gullet he suddenly felt it thicken and stretch inside of him, veins pushing into his sensitive flesh as his airways were cut off. The pumping action sent tremors from the shoulders up and hot, thick dominance splashed in his gut, while he hung on the cock, barely in control of his body. He was more on display as a cock sleeve the way he flapped to the needs of Donovan's ramming display. Silver Soldier was choking and his eyes bulging, he couldn't breathe and anywhere air could go was filled with Grave's seed...he looked up in a panic only to watch Grave's slowly, with pure intent to control the hero, pulled out his cock. Then massive splashes of hit hit him in the face, burning his eyes. His nose created cum bubbles and a waterfall of spunk poured from his mouth down his chin and onto his battered pecs. He let out shrill wheezing breath as his body shook in tandem with his hips pushing forward, his body in the shape of an L, like his record after tonight, knees on the ground, body straight and his eyes rolled, before he turned slightly and landed on the mat. When he hit he could feel another declaration of defeat from his own cock, spewing hot submission inside of his silver costume - the remains of which were mostly just silver leggings. Again, his shorts hid his shame, but his face and nose poured out cum as he laid there gaping and his eyes fluttered as they rolled up, tears from the ordeal still streaming to mix with Donovan's territorial markings. He whimpered there, his ass in the air, chest to the ground, writhing in a desperate display of helplessness not

Silver_Soldier: not befitting the proud muscular hero.

Silver_Soldier: