1 Chapter 1
Rumble Rock was the fifth planet of the main solar system of the Singlarr galaxy. It was a planet that kept most of it's battles in one of two places, ether in the ring or a cage. It had a moderate level of technology that still used gasoline, as a primary power source. This world loved all forms of combat sports, especially pro wrestling and MMA.
Inside one rundown gym laid a sixth sided cage that was covered in rust and broken metal. Next to it was a ratty wrestling ring. The action was taking place inside the cage, with two opponents ready to fight inside the cage.
One of the fighters was both shirtless and barefooted, wearing only a long pair of fighting trunks. The shorts were black with a white trim, covered in stains developed over many years of use. This man had a beer gut and a nasty looking neck beard that was greasier than motor oil. This slob, who was five foot ten inches, while weighing three hundred pounds of pure whale blubber.
The other fighter was six foot inches, that weighed just over one hundred and eighty five pounds. The masked fighter was wearing a gold colored mask that had a black phoenix pattern over his face. Eye holes, nose hole, and a mouth opening were the only openings on the mask. The mysterious man was wearing some sort of martial arts shoes that looked like thin closed back black slippers. He was wearing opened fingered MMA gloves.
The announcer yells,"Here is the beer bruiser! He has a fighting record of thirteen wins, one hundred losses, and sixty seven draws!"
The fat man raises his arm, about knocking out the nearby ref with his body order.
The announcer yells,"Here is the new local sensation that goes by the name of Humble Rumble!"
The crowd of over one hundred jump to their feet in excitement. They were happy to see the
masked warrior.
The announcer yells,"He has an amazing fighting record of 120 wins,
0 losses, and 0 draws."
Humble Rumble jumped unto the top of the battered cage, with his arms raised up above his head. The masked fighter then jumped back down to ground.
The referee got in between the two fighters, as the announcer climbed out of the cage. The door was locked from the outside.
The bell rung and it was on.
Rumble circled around the sluggish fighter, nicking him in the shins. Bruiser could do little
to protect himself from Humble's attacks. Both of the man pig's shins were black and blue, as Bruiser could hardly move.
The masked warrior did a sweeping kick to the fat man's legs, which knocked Bruiser down to the mat. Rumble put the slob into a leg lock and immediately forced him to tap or have his legs broken.
The referee saw that Bruiser was tapping to get free of the leg lock and stopped the match.
The ref put up Humble Rumble's hand up into the air. The announcer pulled a wired microphone into the cage and tried to talk to the winner. But Rumble wouldn't have it and walked into the back.
Two men went into the cage with a filthy cloth stretcher and rolled the Bruiser unto it. The supposed helpers bumped the screaming loser into the sides of the metal door. The men paid no heed to man's complaints and continued to carry him into the back. The cloth stretcher breaks causing the huge man to hit the ground on the back of his head, thus knocking out the already injured man. The men left bruiser for dead and continued into one of the back rooms.
Rumble head back into the locker room and saw some thugs trying to break into his locker.
He finally broke his silence,"Fellas, I got the key with me if you want to get inside it."
The thieves were shocked that the man had caught them in the act of trying to rob Rumble.
Humble said very little and he never took off his mask or even showered in the locker room. He
wanted to keep his identity secret to all of the boys in the back.
This business was not an affiliate of the fighting/ wrestling commission and wasn't any better
than a backyard promotion. The organization was very sketchy in it's operation, in which that was apparent to everybody involved.
The four thieves were ready to strike Rumble, even to point of killing him to hide their crime.
The duo rushed at him with a crow bar and a screwdriver.
Humble dodged the assault and punched the first thug in his Adam's apple. The thief grabs his throat, as the fighter does a spinning back fist to the hurting thug.
The thief falls to the ground, like a sack of potatoes.
The remaining thief with a crowbar hit the fighter in his left blocking arm.
Rumble kicked the thug in the left side of his head with his right leg.
The thug fell to the ground out, like a light.
Rumble soccer kicked both men in their heads to make sure that they were out. He put both men on top of them in a double arm bar and snapped both of their right arms. He did the same to the attempted thieves' left arms.
Rumble spoke,"Good luck, trying to rob me again with your arms broken and your heads split open. Try to steal from me will ya!"
The masked fighter yelled,"You suckers were just gonna let this punks rob from me and not do anything about it? Were is the supposed fraternity among the boys? What a crock of bull crap!"
The rest of the boys in the locker rooms were frozen, as if they were statues.
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Rumble robbed all of the fallen thieves' money. He put the bloody money in the shower and
washed it clean of blood. Then, he put all the wet money into a gym bag, after he counted it. It came out to be over thirty thousand dollars.
Rumble walked over to the promoter's office to get his pay. He opened the door with a hospital
mask over his mouth and nose, along with a pair of goggles over his eyes. Weed smoke poured out of the office and into the hallway. The room was full of all sorts of vile acts with an aged man sitting behind his desk, just watching the show.
Rumble spoke,"I am here to get today's pay and I won all of my matches, so don't try to screw me. I am unto you and your cheating ways!"
The promoter handed Humble a small wad of cash.
Humble spoke,"Quit screwing around and give me all my money!"
The masked man saw that the boss was trying to do something untoward him, so Rumble jumped unto the top of the desk.
A shotgun had been built into the wooden desk went off and hit the space where Rumble was once standing.
It was on, as Rumble punched the boss in the face and strangled him to death with his tie. He would not kill, unless to save his own life.
Luckily, the rest of the people in the office were too high and/or drunk to comprehend what had just occurred.
Rumble stripped the promoter's clothes and said,"He wants you all to screw him too, he is too jealous of you all for having a bigger dick than his two inch pecker."
Humble had taken a key from the dead man's pocket and robbed the man's safe of all it's money. He had collected over three hundred thousand dollars.
Rumble left the gym forever as the drug filled orgy within the dead promoter's office had set the place on fire.
Humble was walking outside the burning gym with his street clothes(blue genes, tennis shoes,
and a hoodie covering up his wrestling mask. He was walking over to the nearby subway to travel back
home with his gym bag full of his gear and over one hundred thousand dollars. He was trying to act
naturally as he had done every night he fought or wrestling, but that was impossible this night.
There was five rough looking thugs pulling out knives, and broken bear bottles.
The first thug spoke, while playing with his switch blade,"My nigga, you need to be given us your racks upon racks!"
The rest of the thugs started to laugh at the fellow thug's comment.
Rumble paid them no heed as he stood there solemn faced with the gym bag still in his right hand.
Humble spoke,"I had killed way too many people already today. Five more dead bodies will be like nothing to me! Just walk away will you still can.
The second thug spoke,"This nigga be tripping balls!"
Rumble dropped the gym bag down to the ground, as he put both of his gloved hand into his hoodie pockets to gt something out.
He threw two hidden throwing knives at the first two thugs' necks. They fell to the ground
clutching their throats.
The other three punks raced towards the would be hero.
The third thug slammed down a broken beer bottle towards Humble, but it was for naught.
Rumble caught the thug by his elbow and snapped it the opposite direction of where it should be bending. He then gave the third thug a spinning back fist in the jaw.
The thug fell down to the ground out of a light, as Rumble stomped his neck into oblivion.
The two remaining thugs got nervous and started to run away, when Humble did a double drop kick to each of the attackers' heads. He then stomped both men in the neck, breaking both of their spines cleanly in two.
Rumble ripped his two knives out of the fallen thugs and into an empty plastic bag. This was
after he wiped both of the bladed weapons off. He put one of the knives into a nearby river and the other was thrown into the window of an abandoned house. This place was a den of crack heads and never do wells, so he did not worry about somebody finding it, and the other weapon was in the fifth
worst polluted river in the world. So, there would be little risk of people diving into it, to find it.
Rumble thought,"I had killed before many a time to protect myself, but this day will haunt me forever! I know that I am doing the wrong thing for the right reason."
