Chapter 1: The Start - The perfect ab-destroying match
- Leopard
- 2013-08-09
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You vs this guy (view picture below). One on one, in a ring, in front of a crowd of 100+ people. Most of these people are gut punching enthusiasts, they want to see abs get destroyed. Your opponent, this muscled man, with what he claims to be the perfect six pack abs. You? A normal average joe, you want the crowd to get what they want, but you think you can beat him. You got a weight advantage weighing at 250lbs (if you're not, just imagine you're that big). But you know that most of your weight is in fat... but you gotta give it a shot anyway. Try to take him down and give the crowd what they want.
Both of you enter the ring, both shirtless. You're wearing shorts and heavy duty work boots. He's wearing jean shorts, and that's it. The crowd is watching in anticipation for the match to start. This stud's abs have got a few guys getting a boner. He rubs his six pack and waves to the crowd with a large smile. What a cocky guy... You feel slightly jealous of his stomach, wishing you didn't have such a beer belly yourself. Now, not only the crowd, but you also really wanna tear at that stomach. You see something that you haven't been able to achieve yourself... something so perfect..., the jealousy is immense. You almost get angry in a way. He really thinks you can't destroy his abs.. well lets watch and see.
The match starts, you run at him with all your momentum and weight. He doesn't move out of the way. You ram your shoulder into his stomach, you feel the abs flex under your shoulder... why didn't he move... it's almost as if he let himself get attacked. Your attack bashed him into the corner turnbuckle, his hands and legs get bounced behind the ropes. Now he's in a sitting position in the corner, abs exposed. You grip both his shoulders, take your knee and bash it into his stomach with all your force. "I'm actually winning, I'm actually doing it!" you think as you bash your knee three times, each strike being very powerful, taking 5 seconds to do each hit. BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM. The crowd loves it, a few people are touching themselves... you seem to get a boner doing this too. Strange.. I guess you learned about a new fetish today!
You yell out at the crowd "HOW MANY MORE!?! FIVE?? TEN??" The crowd yells out TEN! They want the highest option. One man from the back yells out "TWENTY!" Damn.. he really wants to see something. And so for the next two minutes, you slowly bash your large knee twenty times into his stomach. After the 20th hit, his abs are red and raw, full of impact marks. Now you wanna move on to shoulder hits. Like the last time, you ask the crowd, this time the same dude yells out TWENTY-FIVE. And you do twenty-four hits rigth into the stomach. By now the man your attacking is grunting with every hit. Your momentum for each hit is huge as you are a very heavy person. For the 25th hit, you step back 10 feet and you run into the corner spearing his abs, he bounces off the corner and falls onto the ground.
You place him in the middle of the ring, roll him on his back. His hands are above his head, abs exposed. "Why isn't he holding his hurting stomach" you think. Then you realize, who cares! If he's letting you win, that's perfect! You lift your heavy leg and let down a barrage of stomps, you place about 50% of your weight into each stomp. The crowd loves you. Then you step on his stomach, his abs sink in about 2 inches from your weight. Now standing with those heavy duty boots, with both feet you jump up and down. A series of 1ft jumps onto his abs. BOOM BOOM BOOM, your fat jiggles with every jump. After 5 of those, you get off, run to the ropes, bounce off and land a belly splash. The impact rocks the ring. KABOOM. His hands and legs fly into the air around your torso from the impact. You quickly get back up and launch another belly splash from standing position. You get back up once again, looking down on your opponent. He's breathing heavily, abs still look the same from when you started... it's just a little reddened. You really want to mangle them!
No more Mr. Nice Guy. You realize that you're pretty much owning this match, he's on the ground and unable to get up, and you're clearly going to win. Now lets have some fun. You try to think up every single type of gut-attacking move you can possibly imagine. You know you're going to really put some impact on those abs, ruin them... claim them as your own personal toy with it's only purpose is to get beaten up under your dirty feet. You lick your lips, oh boy.. you're going to have fun with this.