Leopard's blog

Please read Part 1 and 2 before continuing

Part 1: https://www.meetfighters.com/Leopard.blog/2013-08-09

Part 2: https://www.meetfighters.com/Leopard.blog/2013-08-26

As you search the crowd, you scan for potential partners to further ruin this man's abs. You find a black man over by the end, yelling the loudest. He's shirtless, already tossed it a while ago in excitement, body drenched in sweat. While clearly obese, the man's arms and legs seem to be built like tree trunks. He's a truly massive man in his 40s, upwards of 300 bs. You call him up to the ring, and the ref allows it: "A choice has been made!"

Looking down at your opponent, you notice him glance at this new man entering the ring. His face contorts in fear, as he knows exactly what's coming. He tires to get onto his knees to crawl away, unable to even speak. With a gentle push of the foot, you knock him back onto his side, and then kick him so he's laying back on his back. "You're really in for it now" you tell him.

The ref shouts out, "You and him now have 5 minutes together. Feel free to do whatever you want." Your new friend looks at you with a smile. It looks like he also shares your jealousy and interest in dominating a muscle stud. He opens his mouth, "I will put every ounce of me weight and strength into this, and the next 5 minutes might be my hardest workout I have ever done."

As he says that, you smell his breath. And it's god awful. Turns out you picked a man with terrible hygiene, but who cares? Us two will now ruin this muscle stud together. You look at the muscle stud's stomach, and back at your partner. "Go ahead, give it a shot, try it and enjoy it" you say, encouraging him to do whatever he wants. With a smile he says "will do" right before hocking a large loogie right at the center of his abs. You watch in both pleasure and shock as he proceeds to blow a large snot rocket right onto his abs with perfect accuracy. Then lifts his massive leg and stomps directly onto the abs, splattering both the spit and snot on his skin. DAMN, that was a massive turn on.

He then steps over the body, putting all his weight. "You like that punk" he says as he steps over to the other side, and pulls down his pants. You look at the ref with concern, but he doesn't seem to be stopping him. Looks like the ref is enjoying the show too much at this point to actually enforce his own rules! The black man unleashes a smegma covered cock, and {removed} all over his abs. "You're trash, you know that" he says as the crowd cheers. You can feel yourself getting hard, even as he pulls back his pants.

"Hey, let's I got an idea" you tell your new friend. You stand on the muscle stud's chest, and hear him wheeze out air from his poor lungs. "Come stand on his abs, let's do a double trample. Your friend steps onto his abs, with a total of 550 lbs on this man's body. Then you both begin to carefully, without slipping, walk all over his body, including his chest, abs, head, biceps, cock and legs. At one point you jump 2 feet up into the air from his chest and land with both feet into his abs devastating the muscle. Your partner looks at you with a smile, and get's off.

"Hey man, lets take turns jumping on his pathetic meat body!" And that you do, one by one, almost like children, jumping on and off his abs with both feet. BOOM, next, BOOM, next. Laughing about it, as if you guys were playfully toying around at a playground. After a bit of this, you bend down and pick up the barely conscious muscle stud by the armpits, and hold him in front of you. "Here," you say, "your personal punching bag!" Your partner looks at him with a smile and starts punching, full force hits. It seems like he was once a really good boxer, because with almost perfect form, he hits lefts and rights to the man's abs with rapid succession. Each hit hard enough to even push you down, you hold the meat punching bag tightly, making sure neither of you fall. "UGH UGH UGH" the man blurts with each punch destroying his abs. Redish purple welts begin to appear over the bruises. Each of his six packs are feverishly attacked.

As the time is ticking, you feel your 5 minutes is almost up with your partner, so you decide to end it off with a bang. You drop the body, and ask if your partner is willing to do more of that disgusting snot or spit stuff before he leaves. He looks at you and tells you he has an idea, and comes up close, whispers it in you ear. You glow in excitement, and go up the turnbuckle. So does your partner. Now both of you, are on either side of the ring, 4 feet above ground. At the same time, both of you hock a large loogie onto his face. Yours misses but your friend's hit right under the nose. You both yell together "RUIN THOSE ABS" as you both jump onto the body at almost the same time. You land about half a second earlier, right onto his abs causing his body to jackknife. And almost immideitly get out of the way for the incoming 300 lb man landing onto his abs with both his feet too. BOOM BOOM. You look back at the muscle stud, now badly hurt and covered in sweat.

The ref thanks him and ushers him off the stage. Your friend leaves happy and satisfied.

"Now we're about 20 minutes into the program" the ref shouts out, "both fighters now have access to weapons!" The ref tells you and the crowd that there are a hoard of blunt force trauma weapons under the ring.

You think to yourself, "wow what a pleasant change of pace" as ideas start to race through your mind. You want to truly obliterate his abs and how you have the weapons to do so. It's not like your opponent is strong enough at this point You leave the ring, and peer underneath to see what lies behind the curtain. Cinderblocks, bricks, bats, chains, and even some furniture! Your eyes look around, your heart races. You start to get more and more excited as you check out all the stuff under the ring. Stones of all sizes, hammers, metal poles, tires, etc... the list goes on. It almost looks like a junkyard down here but oddly not.

Well, looks like your little muscle victim is in for some severe pain...