Long Form Roleplayers

10:01 Alphaman: Alphaman had spent the last week disrupting underground hideouts of the Dark Order and had successfully routed out 18 hideouts. It was a record for the League of Heroes, and even his friend Silver Soldier had been wildly impressed. "This is crazy...I can't believe you man, you're going to be taking my position as captain in no time. This is more impressive than that time we armwrestled!" Silver Soldier had smiles even recalling needing to use both arms to challenge Alphaman's one right arm, but he was a good spirited man and incredibly faithful to the League. So was Alphaman at this point, believing in their mission and helping those who were being harmed by the Dark Order's dealings or other such crime syndicates.

Alphaman's suit was sharply clingy to his muscled form, which made sense as his confidence was at a high, which meant his strength would be amplified further. Even at the base level Alphaman was incredibly strong and durable, but when his confidence soared, or he flexed up his arms and used the reserve power stored in his bulging biceps, he became equals, or superior too, most heroes of legend. And his work had made it so he was staying on a high. Using his power of flight he rose up in the warehouse, seeing everything had been taken care of. Last was to check the docks just outside. He floated back down and opened the large sliding doors with ease, just opening them with a simple shove, whereas they would usually take two men on each side with straps to haul the doors open. Alphaman made it look easy. He scanned out around the docks, and all he could make out was a simple boat, and more boxes. He had hoped to find one of the crime lords by now, especially a catch like Roman the Terror or Crusher Kruschev, or even a leader in the Dark Order, but to no avail he found no one...until he found another grunt crouched over working on something who hadn't yet noticed Alphaman.

10:01 Alphaman: In stealth, Alphaman usually left his cape behind, and in the dark, the red of his suit drew little attention, though the yellow wasn't helpful. With superspeed at his disposal, he could easily disrupt technology and go unseen. He would never wear this in the daytime, as it brought too much attention to his back and his backside...he didn't know how someone even, dare he say it, more beautifully built like Silver Soldier, could handle the constant attention. "You there, before you even try anything, please know I've cleared all of your friends out of the warehouse, and they eventually went peacefully. I would SUGGEST you do the same, and come with me." The crouching figure did seem to have a large build now that Alphaman had let himself focus, instead of being disappointed he had yet to take in a bigger name.

10:01 Alphaman: He folded his arms across his chest to look more imposing. Sometimes his height of 5'11 and muscled, but lean frame, gave the wrong impression and he would have to be rougher on an enemy than he would like. Maybe he enjoyed it a little bit, just to show off and feel his powers grow, but he'd never admit it outright.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Piotr Kruschev looked out, across the docks to the small boat moored on the end of the dock. Where the hell was his crew? They should have been here by now. This shipment of weapons wasn’t going to move itself, and if Crusher had to do it, then his crew was gonna pay.

Crusher was jittery, which was not normal. Normally, he was supremely confident. And why shouldn’t he be?

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Standing at 6’6, and weighing in at around 300 pounds, Piotr possessed not an ounce of fat, his massive frame slathered in even more massive muscle. Starting with shoulders that were literally the size of cannonballs, his massive arms with biceps bigger than most men’s thighs, his chest armored with massive plates of muscle harder than steel, vast spreading lats that you watch a movie on, corrugated abs stronger than the armor of a battleship, supported quads so huge that they would put the legendary hercules to shame.

Most men would piss themselves and run screaming the moment they saw him coming their way.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: The supervillian was born in New York City, to eastern European immigrants. He grew up on the streets, learning to fight, to kill, to crush all opposition. He invested heavily in his body, building it into the perfect machine for destruction and domination, aided by his natural genetics. Besides the brutal art of street fighting, he also studied more formal means of killing and hurting men. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Before long he became head of the mob, and then, when he accidentally captured an unmarked military van containing an experimental super soldier serum, he became the world’s newest supervillian, Crusher. Already incredibly strong, the drug enhanced his natural strength, endurance, and speed to the point where he could shatter steel and concrete. It was then that the league of heroes began to take notice of him.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Luckily, the league was pretty pre-occupied with the Dark Order lately. Crusher’s gang had cooperated with the Dark Order a few times, but after this latest crackdown, he’d lost touch with his Dark Order contacts. And that’s what was making Crusher so nervous. He’d heard on the grapevine that AlphaMan was on the warpath, cleaning out 18 Dark Order strongholds in the last week alone!! The latest one was only a mile from here, and any super villain with half a brain would be nervous if AlphaMan was on your doorstep.

Crusher could pulverize concrete as easily as other men could crush styrofoam, but AlphaMan was unreal. No one had found his weakness, no one had yet managed to figure out just how strong that fucking handsome bastard was.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Suddenly, a voice spoke to him, out of the dark, and Crusher nearly leapt outta his pants. He knew that voice. For fuck’s sake, the entire world knew that voice! It was his worst nightmare coming true.

He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing. Crusher was no coward, even when he was clearly in over his head. He would go down fighting, like the brutal muscle mountain of a man he was.

Crusher Kruschev was wearing solid black boots, massively rugged blue jeans, a simple top, his awesomely massive, shredded upper body on full display.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: And there, in that muscle-hugging red suit, with that iconic yellow A shining in the middle of his goddamn greek god like pecs, that drop-dead handsome smile, that aura of perfect noble confidence, stood AlphaMan, arms folded across his chest. Hate and rage seethed inside Crusher.

As he processed what the superhero had said, he realized suddenly why his men were late.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher stared into AlphaMan’s eyes. He knew AlphaMan would recognize him. He replied, raising his fists, “You gonna fucking pay for messing with my men, AlphaMan. You think you are the big shit, but that’s just cause you ain’t ever tangled with Crusher Kruschev. I’m gonna smash you up, you mother fucker.” Crusher knew the words were bravado, but he would go fighting, like a man. He didn’t give a fuck about his chances. Despite the overwhelming odds he faced, Crusher radiated confidence and power, not a hint of fear or hesitation in his stance as he reached over, grabbed a massive steel crane bolted to the dock quay, ripped it off its moorings, and with an almighty roar, swung towards the snarky, smiling, hard muscled, confident superhero like he meant to hit a home run.

10:01 Alphaman: "Oh I know who you are Crusher..." Alphaman felt sudden relief, he WOULD be able to bring someone in after all, which would certainly help his track record for the week. Crusher was a well-known name and surprisingly elusive. He had even been a challenge for Silver Soldier, once they had battled each other, but Crusher was able to hide and retreat. Silver had been uptight about it for weeks. Seeing his prize, alone in front of him, was exciting. He knew he wouldn't come easy, but that didn't really matter to Alphaman.

"I don't want to do this." Alphaman lied a little, he did kinda want to do "this", but he didn't want to cause irreparable harm to Crusher, just teach him a quick lesson. He could hear the falseness of Crusher's confidence boosting decree about smashing him up... In slow motion, Alphaman watched Crusher lift a huge crane, the force of which was quite impressive and hurtle it to try and back him away. Alphaman , slowly, at least to him, held up his hand as if he was telling a waiter "no, thanks". The crane bent a bit at the point of contact with his hand, and he had to admit, the strength was impressive, probably on par with Silver Soldier actually.

He gave an impressed purse of his lips and his eyebrows raised, before he wrenched the crane from Crusher's grip and tossed it aside, pulling the big thug into him, he balled up Crusher's shirt in his fist. "Now listen, if you want to fight - fine - but let's not go destroying the city's equipment. I don't want a bad wrap. Got it?" Then he shoved Crusher away from him just as fast and put up his fists...."Cmon, let's see what you got, I'm sure you want to try something, don't ya?" Alphaman gave a shit eating grin as he flexed his right bicep and looked at it, then at Crusher, feeling his reserves pour out, but they went unused, not that it would matter in this encounter. "Or we could just go to the authorities now?" He said with a raised eyebrow and smile.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher's eyes narrowed in hate as the cocky hard-bodied superhero stopped the massive steel crane with one hand, ripping it from his grasp like stealing candy from a baby, making the massive muscle beast stumble towards the handsome hero as though he wasn't a massive 6'6 tall mountain of brutal muscle, holding him by the front of his shirt as though he were some kind of helpless victim. Rage burned hotter in the supervillain.

Released, pushed back, Crusher felt the awesome power of the apex superhero. AlphaMan was every bit as cocky and strong as he had heard. Crusher knew he was in over his head, but the powerful supervillain was no coward. AlphaMan's condescending attitude lit a bonfire of sheer rage inside him.

He snarled back at the hero, staring at those cannon hard guns as AlphaMan flexed his right bicep. Fuck, but the hero was shredded. He didn't have Crusher's awesome mass and muscularity, but he was just about the most shredded man Crusher had ever seen. Greek gods had nothing on AlphaMan.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher raised his fists, his eyes flashing hate. Most people and heros made the mistake of thinking that a man Crusher's size was all muscle and no skill, but nothing could be further from the truth. Crusher was a master martial artist, boxer, grappler, and if AlphaMan wanted a fight, then a fight is what AlphaMan would get.

Hefting his mighty arms, his biceps so massive they were practically as huge as AlphaMan's quads, Crusher snarled, "Fuck the authorities, and Fuck you AlphaMan. You think I'm just gonna run scared and piss myself when you flex those pretty boy muscles at me? The problem with you, you fucking little prick, is you ain't never faced up to a real man before. It's about time."

With that Crusher charged forward, fearlessly, smashing his massive hammer fists at the hated hero, pouring on so much speed his fists were a blur. He threw two jabs aimed at AlphaMan's smirking face, right for the chin, each one capable of shattering steel. He followed that up with a savage right uppercut aiming for the pit of AlphaMan's rock hard abdominal wall that could have turned reinforced concrete to dust, and he finished with a left hook targeting the hero's square jaw, powered by all his skill and every ounce of his strength, designed to rip a hole in a battleship.

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10:01 Alphaman: AlphaMan could see the hatred piercing from Crusher's eyes. He was doing his best not to laugh, knowing that the Crusher had probably had these exact same feelings towards more helpless enemies of his, and their fates were not a laughing matter. Still, watching Crusher square up and approach brought a jolt of excitement with it, and AlphaMan was already thinking ahead to possible photo ops of dropping Crusher off at the steps of the police office, or maybe put him away in one of the League's holding cells and come back here in the morning after he called the newspapers.

He was still figuring out the preferred optics when Crusher came in with his massive flexing biceps...He watched and waited to see what Crusher could do. He had taken punches from Silver Soldier before in training, and had asked him to go full out - those punches were, tangible? If that was the best way to put it. The jabs at his face bounced off, and Alphaman expected a cry of pain from Crusher, but Piotr kept his cool, even though AlphaMan saw flashes of pain curl into his lips. Then a massive uppercut hit AlphaMan's abs, which he left unflexed so that Crusher didn't lose an arm and AlphaMan ended up looking like a villain...though the truth was...he felt it a little bit. Maybe he hit harder than Silver Soldier? It was still hard to tell, and he caught Crusher's fist mid blow, once again, impressed to even feel a stinging sensation from the behemoth. A loud CLAPPP could be heard as Crusher's fist made contact with AlphaMan's hand.

10:01 Alphaman: "Look man, you're pretty strong, no doubt, but I could crush this hand...see?" AlphaMan clenched his hand around the fist and felt the bones on the verge of giving away..."So...here's my turn, ok?" AlphaMan then leveraged his middle finger tightly under his thumb and swiftly brought it to Crusher's chin, *snap* - Crusher's chin was flicked as he went sailing into the air, landing heavily on a large stack of wooden crates and some kind of food supply. AlphaMan sauntered over.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Smashing his fists into Alphaman was like smashing an immovable object. His jabs bounced off of AlphaMan's jaw. Even his uppercut was shrugged off. The cocky bastard hadn't even bothered to flex his abs!! That enraged Crusher further. Each powerful blow connected, and his own fists stung with the blows. He tried not to let the pain show, but hitting AlphaMan was doing more damage to him than it was to the superhero. But Crusher had an amazing tolerance for pain, and his body was not easy to injure.

That final left hook? Alphaman snatched his massive hammer fist out of the air as though he were just a lightweight. Mockingly, the hero started to crush down on Piotr's fist. The pressure was enormous, and it hammered home the massive strength difference. Crusher refused to cry out, even as he felt his bones compressing together, the pain like a sword stabbing into his brain. Then, with contempt, as though the mighty supervillain was just an ant, Alphaman flicked him in the chin with his finger, sending the behemoth crashing backwards in a high arc, smashing into a stack of wooden crates, crushing them to kindling, covering him in smashed apples. His chin was aching, on fire, where that finger had snapped him.

But as Alphaman started to saunter over, Crusher surged up, shaking off the heavy blow, kipping up like an elite athlete, before charging the cocky superhero as though he hadn't just been flicked across the docks by Alphaman's finger. He ducked low, coming in like a freight train, his fury and determination fueling his muscles, so he moved in a blur, aiming a savage spear with all his speed, muscle, and skill directly for Alphaman's thick muscled abdominal wall. There was no quit in Crusher. He screamed as he charged in, "That all you got little man? You think that's gonna keep me down? You ain't shit. I'm gonna break you in half!"

10:01 Alphaman: He may not have noticed, but AlphaMan had. The Crusher had let out a little whimper when he had flicked him. "Hey man, if you're going for stoic and *tough* - what was that little whimper you made? *Nnguugh* " AlphaMan repeated in jest. He brought up his right bicep, he didn't even need any reserves, he just wanted another flex to sear into Crusher's mind. He should have not been careless however. His flexed arm gave Crusher access to a potential weakness of AlphaMan's, his ribcage...but then again, the big guy was so weak, that while his hit struck with amazing force for some and he made a sickening thud sound, that was mostly self inflicted damage. He did note though, Crusher was incredibly durable. Annoyingly so. "Damn man, you are well built, but you REALLY need to stay down now, ok?" AlphaMan grabbed him by the back of the neck and flung him towards where they had started, eyeing the crane from before he realized he'd have to bend that back and put it back in before he left.

Hmmm...that spear might've had a small effect on him - impressive. AlphaMan turned his back from Crusher to go back and look in the warehouse, looking to see if there was anything left to fix before he left. He couldn't find anything, and he didn't see anything that would have made a good holding cell for Crusher - Yep, he'd have to take Piotr Kruschev back to the Hall...Silver Soldier was going to be jealousssss. He grinned to himself, making sure not to miss anything, he walked backwards back towards Piotr, hearing him rustling and getting himself BACK UP? Seriously , the guy was a glutton for punishment...still without even turning around, AlphaMan called out, "Why don't you stay down man? You've seen my body , my power...."

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher felt himself smashing into Alphaman's powerful bod like a freight train. The handsome, hard-bodied hero was standing there, flexing that incredible right bicep of his, not even bothering to try and block him. He blasted Alphaman hard in those perfect superhero ab bricks, and even managed to knock him down off his feet, but it didn't seem to hurt the hero much. Not that Crusher got frustrated. He didn't expect to take Alphaman down, he knew he was toast, but he'd go down fighting to the very end.

Once again, Alphaman's unbelievable strength showed itself off, as Crusher found himself grabbed by the massive, thick scruff of his heavily muscled neck, and tossed back towards the crates on the Quay as though he were a fucking kitten. Crusher was seeing rage at that point, pure, white hot blinding rage.

The mother fucking cunt was toying with him, ignoring him, turning his back to him while he rummaged around in the warehouse. In CRUSHER's warehouse. The blow had hurt, being tossed like garbage, smashing through more broken crates, bouncing over the mooring where the ripped out crane had been anchored. His massive muscles were throbbing and aching. But he didn't give a fuck. Nothing was gonna keep him down.

He got back up, and charged right back into the fight while Alphaman walked towards him backwards. The sheer fucking arrogance of the cocky assed hero was impossible. Alphaman was even trying to pysch him out, telling him to stay down while he kept his back to the muscled up supervillain.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher drove towards Alphaman's back, and one hand reached out and grabbed the superhero by the scruff of his neck, and the other latched onto Alphaman's heavily muscled ass like a claw. Alphaman was fucking heavy, 1000 pounds of super dense muscle, but that weren't shit for Crusher to lift. He was enraged at this point, seeing red.

He hoisted the superhero up over his head in a reverse gorilla press, then screamed out, "You can't keep me down, mother fucker. You can't fucking scare me. You talk big and fucking walk big, but at the end of the day, you are gonna end up like everyone else who thought they could fuck me up. You're gonna end up taking my cock right up your ass!" He screamed out at the superhero while he was held up over his head, refusing to be intimidated. He'd go down fighting, fighting this over-muscled, ultra powerful apex superhero to the death, if he had to.

Then, he dropped down to one knee. He'd been intending to drop the hero across his knee in a backbreaker, but his grip on the hero slipped as his massive cannonball biceps and battleship pecs started to power up to drive him down, and the hero's position shifted in his arms, so that when the hero crashed savagely across his knee, it wasn't a backbreaker, but instead a sickeningly powerful ribbreaker, fueled by every mother fucking ounce of rage and hate the Crusher's souped up, gigantic super villian muscles could deliver.

10:01 Alphaman: The way that Crusher charged it was clear his frustration was building. They still had a good amount of time before sunrise, maybe he'd play around a little longer - expecting maybe a spear or something of that nature, he was surprised to be lifted off the ground. He was heavy, and for comparison, Silver could lift him overhead, but it took some effort. Then again, this chump probably had so much adrenaline rushing through him that his rage fueled some of his strength at this point.

In response to Crusher, AlphaMan teased,"Huh, nice view from here, Crusher - you ever stop to look at the stars?" Crusher was just raging..."We'll see how this goes..." He said loudly enough for both to hear his response. He flexed his muscles, the mere act of such dense powerful muscle flexing caused a shift in gravity, his body becoming heavier - but as he did, Crusher's grip missed and he felt himself tumbling, Crusher driving him down with immense power and the added gravitational pull, AlphaMan suddenly felt a huge spike of pain in his sides...."AAAAAAAAGGGGGGH" Using his strength he flew away from Crusher, but the move had been more devastating than AlphaMan could have thought possible, as he dropped midway in the air and landed between Crusher and the warehouse doors. He took a second to shake his head out..."Now! Stop this! You're getting out of line here Crusher!" He steeled himself and clenched his fist, rising to his feet with his chest pushed forward to remind the bruiser who he was dealing with!

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher expected Alphaman's rock-solid bod to smash into his knee and for the ultra muscled hero to yawn at the supervillain, and give Crusher more shit. But to Crusher Kruschev's shock, and fucking utter delight, Alphaman's obliques... caved in slightly under the force of the impact. Kruschev could ACTUALLY feel the superhero's ribs bend from the blow, could feel and see the shockwave of that impact rip through the apex superhero's hard-bodied ultra dense muscle, could see the pain on Alphaman's handsome face, hear the agony in that shout.

Crusher felt like someone had shot him up with adrenaline as, for the first time in this fight, he had managed to hurt the superhero. Was this some kind of weakness Alphaman had? Was Crusher the first super villain ever to discover this?

Then, Alphaman was off like a shot, like a fucking coward, flying away, putting some distance between Crusher and himself.

Crusher wasn't about to let the superhero get away, not now, not after he'd just managed to actually hurt the hero for the first time!

He charged up, his massive quads surging with power as he came at the apex superhero, fists raised. Alphaman shook his head out, staggered, but clearly still far too cocky for his own good, thinking he could order Crusher around as though he were just a common thug!

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Just as Alphaman was rising to his feet, Crusher was on him, not even giving the superhero a chance to recover. He wasn't stupid.

He fired off a savage left right combo, using every ounce of power, skill, and speed built up over years of training. He hooked the punches in with brutal, deadly skill, each shot angled into blast the hard-muscled, handsome, apex superhero right in his fucking ribs, on both sides, aiming to smash those heavy blows right into those rippling oblique muscles, taking advantage of this chance, it might be his only chance, to turn this fight around, to accomplish what no other super villian had ever managed, to fucking finish Alphaman.

Snarling with hate, "You want me to fucking stop? I'll fucking stop once I've smashed a fucking hole in your goddamn pretty muscle. You ain't shit Alphaman. You talk big, you walk big, but like I said, you ain't ever faced off with a real man before. Today, I show you the difference between a pretty boy poser and a REAL FUCKING GODDAMN MAN!"

10:01 Alphaman: Before he was fully aware, the big man was already on him, definitely fast for such a big - "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGHH" Alphaman's thoughts were quickly interrupted as he took a massive punch into his other side, folding a bit as his face contorted, and then he got rammed again by the bulldozing fist on the side that had been kneed. AlphaMan's big blue eyes stared into Crusher's, seeing a sadistic and evil grin full of realization on Piotr Kruschev's face, the hero's body curving around his big fist, his right foot lifting off the ground he was arching so painfully. This couldn't be happening...

Alphaman stumbled back, but he still had power and fight in him, he had only been somewhat - depowered. He wasn't going to go down to someone like Crusher. "You're not a real man Crusher, you're a c-list criminal who is trying to press his ... luck" AlphaMan had to take a moment, he'd needed to pause to take in a breath. But now he was ready, he was going to have to be serious now, and he approached Crusher, his tight red suit making it easy for the hero to approach unencumbered, fists up as he shot a hook cross combo at Crusher's midsection, returning the favor, and then feinted and threw a punch at Crusher's head. AlphaMan had had some combat training, and with his speed and strength, if he was a bit more serious, he'd bring the villain in no problem, he told himself.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher was grinning now, grinning openly, as he felt his double fisted combo smash brutally past Alphaman's shit guard, and deliver a double dose of super muscled devastation to those ribs, sending shockwaves of destruction ripping through the apex superhero's super core. As the apex superhero's core caves in, draping and curving around Crusher's massive invading fist, those ribs bending, those obliques buckling, their gazes meet, and for the first time, Crusher sees uncertainty in those deep, blue eyes.

Then, Alphaman seemed to recover, stumbling backwards, even needing to pause for a breath. Contrasted with the massive muscled supervillain, who seemed fresh as a daisy, despite the punishment Alphaman had already dished out.

Crusher was ready for Alphaman when he charged forward, his guard was tight and solid. Even so, Crusher was reminded quickly that Alphaman was an apex superhero, even weakened as he was, he was capable of unbelievable speed and power, especially now that he was getting serious.

Even ready, with his guard in tight, it was only due to Crusher's incredible skills as a fighter, years of intense training, that Crusher barely managed to drop his right arm down to cover his side when that massive hook smashed towards his body. FUCK... the force ripped through his massive bicep, causing pain to spike through the huge muscle. The force threatened to send him flying like a rag doll, except that Crusher's expert stance transferred the force to his planted boots instead, causing the concrete to crack and chip.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Then, that cross came whistling in lightning fast for his other side, and Crusher knew instinctively there was no way in hell he could block it. He didn't try, twisting his body with a surge of strength to take that blow head on, right in the middle of his armored abs. The impact was devastating, a shockwave of destruction ripping through his massively muscled ab wall, but though it was the strongest blow he'd ever taken to his gut, his flex held ... barely, the force once more transferring to his expert stance, cracking the concrete even further. The pain was off the charts, but he refused to think about that.

He was gonna beat the shit out of Alphaman. BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT out of him.

He saw the superhero feint, but Crusher was too smart to fall for that. He was the real deal. An elite fighter. He correctly anticipated that the feint was a set up to knock his head off, and was already ducking low under that swing before Alphaman realized what was happening.

Once Alphaman had committed to that knockout blow, it had left his ribs wide open, and Crusher didn't hesitate for a second, snapping his leg up like the hammer of Thor to absolutely smash those wide open ribs with a sickening snap kick, enough force to break down a vault door.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: As he launched that kick, he screamed out in rage, "Who the fuck taught you to fight, Alphapussy? Your granny? Go back to school. You ain't a real man. You couldn't fucking hit the broad side of a barn. You are a fucking poser. All you got is pretty muscle and freaky strength. But take that freaky strength away, and you are gonna fucking collapse like a house of cards. I can't wait to rip your ass apart with my hero-conquering cock. I told you BOY, you ain't ever fought a REAL MAN."

10:01 Alphaman: His first hit landed - what luck! He watched as Crusher went...nowhere..."What.." He said, and he felt a dip in his confidence, even as he committed to his next blow, striking incredibly square into Crusher's abdominal wall, his big sculpted bicep bulging from the power in his punch - CRACK- but the noise came from the ground and Alphaman's confidence dipped again, what was going on here???!! He feinted and Crusher moved, dodging, so AlphaMan's fist tore through the air between them and then - whiffed completely, before he could even react he was taking a shin into his ribs and curving around the legs, hanging on Crusher's leg before he suddenly dropped to his knees..."NNGHHHHH - No...Silver Soldier..." He answered, not caring about Crusher's 'granny' comment...Crusher's mention of using his cock sent a shockwave of panic through him and his eyebrows raised...."Don't talk to me like that you fucking sicko!"

Something was wrong, very wrong. He knew he would have to retreat, he shouldn't have spent his reserves. Why did he do that? It didn't make any sense...but he would have to fly away, get away, his hand nursing his side... AlphaMan wasn't used to pain like this - he took it easier when he was powered up, but he felt weaker and weaker - he needed to fly out of reach of the Crusher and recover, then he could handle this brute... AlphaMan leapt into the air and he was feet above Crusher, his powers jolting for a minute as he looked down past his pecs at the maniacal criminal. "When I return Crusher, there's going to be hell to pay, for your sick advances and most of all, for your crimes!" What AlphaMan really wanted to say was for him getting the jump on AlphaMan, but he didn't. He didn't want his ego involved anymore than it was, though he was glad to be safe from Crusher, he needed to must a few more feet of height to clear the warehouse though.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher feels his leg smash deep into the superhero's chiseled, hard-muscled side, caving those obliques in. The apex superhero folded up, just like the house of cards Crusher had warned him about, draping over his leg, before sinking down to his knees.

Crusher stood there, massive chest heaving, sweat pouring down him. His heavily muscled body was already starting to bruise, his bicep and abdominal wall were turning black and blue, but the massive supervillain seemed to shrug off the pain and damage to his muscles, radiating menace and power.

Crusher Kruschev could hear the uncertainty, the pain, the confusion in Alphaman's voice, and it was sweet music to his ears. Especially the wave of disgust at Crusher's mention of using the apex superhero's ass as his own personal fuckhole.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher stood ready as the hurting superhero stood up, nursing his damaged ribs, leaping up to escape into the sky, but Crusher wasn't having none of it. The hero darted upwards, looking back once, to deliver a warning, before beginning to gather speed and altitude to clear the tall warehouse at the end of the quay.

Crusher squatted low, then felt his massive herculean quads gather strength, trembling with power, focusing all his hate, his enormous will, his deep wells of power in his quads, charging them up for the most spectacular leap he'd ever attempted. Then he leaped, extending both fists out in front of him in an enormous double fist. The burst of speed from that leap was incredible. He was strong, stronger possibly than Silver Soldier, able to lift tons of weight without breaking a sweat, and in no time at all his body was hurtling on an intercept course for the fleeing apex superhero at hundreds of miles an hour, a blur.

If the hero hadn't wasted precious moments trying to get the last word, he might have escaped. But instead, the supervillain intercepted the apex superhero with perfect precision, his massive double fists, every muscle in his arms, steel-plated pecs, and armored core flexed to the max, cratered into the hard-bodied ultra muscled superhero, drilling into his obliques, smashing with unbelievable force into those injured ribs with the force of a cruise missile!!! Screaming out, "The only one around here who is gonna be paying hell, is you BOY! I told you before, you can't fucking stop me. I'm gonna rape your ass, rip you a fucking new asshole, break you in half. I'm gonna make you sorry you were ever born!!"

10:01 Alphaman: AlphaMan noted clearly that Crusher Kruschev was a force to reckoned with, even if he didn't want to admit it, but once he was back and let his confidence settle, his powers regain, hell, maybe even look at himself a bit in the mirror he would be - "UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNGGHH" he stopped midthought as his side exploded in pain and he was being wrapped up in the arms of the Crusher. They went hurtling back down to the ground below, he felt the Crusher use his body as his landing pad, though the weight of the villain's devastating knees in his upper back sent a shockwave through the hero and he writhed underneath him...AlphaMan pushed against the ground with his remaining power, looking to thrust Crusher off of him...PUSH against the ground with his power...

P-P-PUSSHH?? The hero was awash with weariness suddenly, and the midair hit to his ribs must have depleted him more than he realized...He would need his reserves...oh..fuck..he had used his reserves, just to radiate power...he had let the energy out of his biceps...he had to have something left...even laying face down, he decided to bring up both arms and flex them, feeling a little trickle of power surge into him, and he rolled, getting Crusher off of his back while he scrambled to get to his feet, quickly flexing again, staring at his arms, pumping them, trying to force more life into his superpowered body...but he was out...

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher felt himself smash into Alphaman with brutal force, feeling his fists actually sink into the superhero's side, the muscle and ribs giving way before his hammer fists. The massive strike knocked that fucking apex superhero out of the sky like a ground-to-air missile smashing a fancy fighter jet.

Crusher grabbed hold of the smashed up apex superhero, not wanting to get separated, and so Alphaman's chiseled ultra muscled bod served to cushion Crusher's fall. He knelt there atop Alphaman for a moment, his knees drilling into the hero's upper back, catching his breath, as the hero writhed beneath him. Crusher watched in sadistic amusement as Alphaman's powerful arms attempted to perform a simple push-up... they trembled, faltered, and FUCKING FAILED.

The surge of raw evil triumph washed through Crusher's supervillain muscle like a dam breaking. Alphaman began to pathetically flex his arms while flattened out, trying desperately to tap into reserves of strength. It seemed to work somewhat, as Alphaman seemed to recover a bit, managing to roll, tossing the massive supervillain off him, scrambling up to his feet to desperately continue flexing, summoning more power.

Crusher stood up, mocking the superhero. "What's the matter Alphapussy? Your wings broken? Outta power? Those poser muscles all empty? You want power?" Crusher flexed right in Alphaman's face, his enormous biceps popping huger than cannonballs, veiny, shredded, cut, putting Alphaman's smaller biceps to shame.

10:01 Alphaman: Crusher had reasoned it out so quickly...he was right, he was trying to gain power by flexing, but when Crusher mocked him, flexing in front of him with his own huge arms in his face, completely outclassing him in size, and now it seemed, strength, Alphaman's body washed in weakness. He resolved to keep fighting, but he knew his superpowered strength would need time to recover at this rate.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: "I GOT MORE POWER IN MY FUCKING LITTLE PINKY THEN YOU GOT IN YOUR WHOLE FUCKING POSER ASSED PRETTY BOY MUSCLE BOD! HERE IS SOME POWER!" Crusher roared, and exploded into violence, ducking low, coming up behind Alphaman as he desperately flexed his biceps to summon more strength. Crusher's massive arms, bigger than Alphaman's quads, crushed around the superhero's tight, hard muscled waist, driving with brutal force into those damaged ribs. Then, with a heave and a twist, with a surge of power that would make hercules gape in awe, Crusher lifted Alphaman up and over in a suplex, twisting just before he landed to smash Alphaman's head and neck at a sick, dangerous angle to the concrete quay, the impact cratering the concrete, sending chunks flying for hundreds of feet, and folding up the superhero's muscled body like a pretzel, driving bone shattering force into the world's strongest superrhero.

10:01 Alphaman:

The weary hero felt his dense muscle bod go flying up in the air, his arms reached out to grab onto something as his face contorted in fearful surprise, his red booted legs kicking wildly before he landed harshly onto the pavement of the dock, a horrible sound of the ground cracking sent spiderwebs through the structure. He let out a painful moan, auaugghh. His vision started to blur as he used his hands to grip Crusher's massive forearms still digging into him, he hadn't let him go. AlphaMan felt queasy in his stomach too, he had never felt a beating like this..."Noo...let me goo...let me...nngghh"

He clawed, pounded and felt more pressure on his sides, but his neck and upper back were burning at this point - he was starting to feel the injuries elsewhere...he was being smothered....he was feeling panic, but worst of all he was experiencing defeat! And to the Crusher! How? He started to writhe in his grip, trying to squirm loose from the hold, his bubbled ass inadvertently swiping along Crusher's cock as he did so... his hands feebly unable to get out of the vicelike grip around his midsection...

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Like a machine, without even stopping to gather his breath, Crusher rolled through the absolutely devastating suplex like a pro, feeling Alphaman's pathetic attempts to pry his massive arms off his waist. Growling with power and rage, he mocked Alphaman, "What's that Alphaman? The world's mightiest superhero is fucking begging like a bitch for some lowlife c-list criminal to stop hurting him? FUCK YOU CUNT! I'M GOING TO RAPE YOU A NEW ASSHOLE!" As he trash talked the battle-damaged superhero, he smoothly rolled to his feet, deadlifting the injured apex superhero, hauling him up into the air again, muscles flaring with power and strength, throwing the powerful superhero up over his head to smash into the concrete once more, creating yet another savage crater.

"What's that Alphapussy, you want me to let you go?? LET YOU FUCKING GO? YOU CAN GO... GO TO FUCKING HELL!" Then, the brutal supervillain expertly rolled through to his feet, smashing the superhero down in yet another suplex, CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, once more that broad back, those muscled shoulders, that powerful neck taking the devastating impact creating a THIRD crater in a new spot on the quay. Debris littered the dockside now.

"How's that for POWER? Still think you are gonna take me down, cunt? Think you are gonna use those shiny muscles to drag me in to face my crimes?" Then, once more, the awesomely muscled supervillain hauled the superhero's carcass up for a FOURTH suplex, finding another fresh spot of concrete, the blast craters lining up in a row, once more subjecting the superhero to sickening force and brutal devastation on his body, each time, his back was twisting and pretzeling, delivering plenty of further brutal force to his spine and ribs as well.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: "HOW ABOUT ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD? I promise, I'll even let ya go this time!!" Then, one more time, the supervillian's muscled bod flexed and surged, radiating dominance and destruction, hauling the superhero up for yet one more suplex, but this time, he didn't aim for the concrete, instead, there was a massive forged steel bollard, easily 5 feet round, able to moor a 1000 ton cargo ship. He lifted up Alphaman, took aim, roared, gathered all his sickening power, muscles trembling, storing up strength, then exploded, suplexing the mightiest superhero in the world onto that enormous solid steel bollard, angling it perfectly so that the side of Alphaman's head, that handsome square jaw, takes the full force of impact. There is a massive shockwave that shatters windows, knocks down crates, and when the dust settled, the steel bollard is ruptured and deformed!

10:01 Alphaman: To AlphaMan's dismay he was pulled back up and felt his body fling over again, even as he tried to pry Crusher off of him..."NOO NOOOOO" he cried out as he felt himself flying back over, his back slamming into the concrete with more debris flying. The sound he made was echoed throughout the dock as he groaned. AAAAAAAGHGHRR...

"Ohh leett..mee gooo" AlphaMan's fingers slid along Crusher's forearm, his head rolled around on his shoulders like a discarded toy as he felt himself get lifted again..."OOH hoowww...nnggh..." And again he found his upper back SLAMMED. This time his grunt turned into a whimper part way, he felt his vision send waves of darkness...

10:01 Alphaman:

10:01 Alphaman: Again - the hero's arms just waved like a car dealer toy, his head swayed, his chest sank as he was lifted up again..."oohOOOOOHHH pleasee.." He could feel the need , the need to appeal to Crusher growing in his gut..."I can't..." But anything he said fell on deaf ears as he was driven, drilled, into the concrete once again...His back on fire, his ribs burning, and his vision flickering...He brought a hand up to Crusher's forearms just for it to weakly slide back down them.

And then he was lifted again. This was his hell. He was being tortured and he had no recourse. He had to fight, but nothing made sense. He couldn't give up, he was AlphaMan... but he was at such a loss, and in so much pain! Suddenly his body violently, disgustingly flew back and he landed harshly on a steel bollard, his jaw snapped immediately on his right side, feeling it give away as his scream suddenly changed into a belabored wail. AlphaMan is openly weeping now...his body twitches, but he's barely able to move...suddenly he spasms and then it stops...his breathing is haggard and heavy as his chest rises and falls, laying there on his back, his aching upper back, only for his breath to shudder from his deformed jaw - he can feel it...

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher stood, chest heaving, sweat pouring down his apex supervillain muscle as he gazed at the wreckage of the quay. Shattered concrete everywhere, littering the quay, stacks of broken crates, tumbled like children's building blocks, smashed open, spilling their contents. The steel bollard, massive and huge, ruptured and deformed, just like the superhero sprawling in the middle of the ruptured bollard. His jaw was swelling up already, and it hung at a strange angle. It was a first... Alphaman was not invincible any longer. His jaw was fucking broken.

He lay there in a heap of sobbing muscle, savagely dominated by the villian he was toying with only a few minutes ago. Crusher reached down with one hand, and seized him by the chin in a steel grip, his fingers deliberately crushing into his broken jaw, lifting him up off his feet, holding him, suspended by his broken jaw in front of him.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: His voice turned quiet, but it was all the more menacing for that, the steel and domination coloring every word was thick in the air. "You seriously fucking thought you were just going to flex your biceps at me, and I'd piss myself and beg you not to hurt me? I told you fucker, you ain't ever faced a real man. You know now that I'm right. You know you aren't even worthy to drink my spit. You think being a man is all about flexing your biceps and being fucking stronger than everyone else? No boy, being a man is about fighting against the odds, and proving you are tough no matter who you are facing. I'm going to fucking kill you today. Why? Because I can. And you can't stop me. There is about to be a vacancy for the position of the world's strongest superhero. After of course, I rape your ass and take your virgin hole for myself." Then, holding Alphaman up there, suspended by his broken jaw, Crusher reaches out and grabs the collar of Alphaman's legendary red uniform, his muscles bulging, as he pulls down hard, with a surge of strength, ripping that iconic costume down the middle, that shining A, the symbol of everything Alphaman stands for, is slowly, methodically torn off his chest, exposing his perfect, hard muscled pecs to the moonlight.

10:01 Alphaman: AlphaMan lay there in a heap, his mind racing with the possibilities...he had to do something..to fight back. "UUUAAGNNNGH" He was lifted up by his jaw, the damaged side monstrously shrieking in pain as AlphaMan did the same, his legs wobbled around and he swayed in Crusher's grip, meeting his gaze with a look of deep fear.

"No...no..you won't....I'll comeback...I'm AlphaMAN for a reashonnn Crusher..." His voice was different, his speech affected by his broken jaw, as he tried to remain defiant. AlphaMan looked down as he saw his costume RIIIP in front of him, exposing his body, his sleeves left clinging to his arms and, but the back of his costume was so damaged it tore away with the front...And then Crusher released him...

AlphaMan immediately tried his powers of flight, but he landed awkwardly on his feet and fell on his ass, staring up at Crusher...trying to keep him away, he scrambled back and to his feet..but OOOHHH how he ached. He stood up and his upper back and ribs sent emergency signals to his brain, blaringly loud pain that told AlphaMan to give up - but he refused. His breathing labored..."You whaantt to shee a reall maahn? " He heaved, his fists came up, but the rest of him hunched over like he lived in a bell tower. He scooted closer to Crusher. He was going to destroy this villain, it was his duty! And he swung his fist right for his face.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher watched as the remains of the superhero's torn costume fell away, exposing the apex superhero's sculpted, shredded muscular torso in all its glory.

Crusher ignored his words of defiance, other than to savor them, for soon they would be the pleading mewlings of a broken would-be alpha. Crusher dropped him then, and holding onto that A, he shoved it down in his crotch, right up against his balls. His now. His trophy. One of them. The other would be Alphaman's dead body. Who would have believed that it would be he, Crusher Kruschev, to be the man to finally rid the world of the biggest thorn in the side of criminals everywhere? Crusher chuckled evilly as the 'world's strongest superhero' collapsed onto his ass, unable to even stand on his own two feet.

Though, when he finally managed it, there were savage bruises around his ribs, and he was twisted and hunched over like Quasimodo. Clearly, those suplexes had majorly fucked up his back and spine.

He was breathing heavy, those powerful pecs rising and falling as Alphaman struggled to get air to his battered, bashed muscles through his broken jaw. His words were slurred, as though he was drunk. The agony rippled across Alphaman's distorted face in constant waves, and he had to give the poser superhero some credit. He did get up, and raise his fists.

Even speaking words of defiance. That fist came in towards Crusher's face, but in a flash Crusher's hand lashed out, and his massive palm swallowed that fist in a crushing grip. Alphaman's super strength was so depleted now that he was no longer remotely able to match Crusher's muscle power. His body was so damaged, his reserves so empty, that he wasn't even at Crusher's level anymore.

Crusher began to grin as his grip tightened harder and harder over that fist. He spoke up, "You? A real man? Seriously? Alphapussy, you aren't even worthy to drink my piss." His grip increased around that trapped fist, crushing in harder and harder, muscles along Crusher's forearm flaring, bulging, veins popping out. He could feel bones start to grind in Alphaman's hand.

Then, with that fist held tightly in his hand, he went back to work on Alphaman's ribs. He launched a snap kick up with sadistic power, targeting those ribs with bone-shattering force.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: He kept a tight grip on the superhero's fist, holding him in place, not allowing his body to be ragdolled across the quay as it would have otherwise. Forcing every single bit of that destructive power into the superhero's ribs.

"Go on Alphaman, prove to me that you are going to comeback. Start right now. Pull your fist free from my hand. That's all you have to do to prove to me that you are THE FUCKING MAN!" On those last words, Crusher's grip suddenly went to the next level, delivering a force into Alphaman's gripped fist capable of shattering bones. He was going to fucking pulp the superhero's right hand.

"COME ON ALPHAMAN! BE THE MAN! BE THE FUCKING HERO ALREADY! I'M RIGHT FUCKING HERE!" Then, he delivered another absolutely savage kick to the hero's exposed ribs, a brutal sickening strike meant to shatter bone and carve a fucking canyon in the apex superhero's obliques and powerful core.

10:01 Alphaman: His fist hit A target, but not THE target, and his hand was suddenly buried in the large rough digits of his opponent. He felt his hand closing in on itself as he gritted his teeth, refusing to scream! But he couldn't fight it, and Alphaman's hands started to cave in on itself as the hero began to scream deliriously, only to be quickly shut up by a giant shin into his already damaged ribs. His mouth gaped and tears streamed from his eyes.

He was stuck there and instead of flying away, the ground underneath him splintered. Crusher gave him an opportunity to prove his worth, all while his grip hardened and squeezed more than AlphaMan thought possible, first shock, then surprise cascaded across his face as he looked at the fist enclosing his, then his knee buckled and he cried out to the heavens in pain!

Try as he might he couldn't get his hand free, he pulled harshly, his body jiggled, he felt his ribs explode in pain again from the attempt only to then get slammed by Crusher's angled blow, as he fell to his side...or tried to, but his fist still held in Crusher's grip.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher sneered at the apex superhero as he cried out in pain from the relentless brutality unleashed on his ribs, his fist. His tone took on an encouraging quality, almost more like a coach than a brutal, sadistic supervillain, "C'mon Alphaman! YOU GOT THIS BRO. Just flex those muscles a little harder... just pull a little bit more... I believe in you! The whole fucking goddamn world worships the ground you walk on! C'MON.. You are the fucking..." CRUSHH... "STRONGEST" CRUSHHHHHHHHHHHHH "SUPERHERO" CRUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "IN THE FUCKING" SNAPPPPPPPPPPP CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "WORLD!" As the Crusher delivered that final line of encouragement, his grip tightened between each word, until at the end there was a sickening CRACKKKKKK that echoed across the shattered quay, as it became clear, that like the quay, Alphaman's mighty right hand was shattered, bones broken and splintered.

Crusher laughed, his tone slowly turning more mocking. "Dude, don't worry, you STILL GOT THIS. I mean, you are FUCKING ALPHAMAN FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHAT can stop you? All you need is to adjust your grip, I'll even help." Then, suddenly, with a vicious twist, Crusher twisted that broken fist in his relentless grip, locking out Alphaman's mighty right arm at the elbow, forcing that elbow to point up towards the sky. Maneuvering that locked out arm, that shattered fist, he forced the strongest superhero in the world to his knees in front of him.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Still, he kept encouraging the hero!! "ALMOST THERE! C'MON, look AT THOSE MONSTER QUADS! THEY GOT PLENTY OF POWER! JUST STAND UP! C'MON, FLEX THOSE BICEPS! YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YA ALPHAMAN! MAYBE.. If you screamed a little louder... you'll get that extra super hero surge to let you save the day!! Let's see."

Then, Crusher lifts his boot up high, his monster quads rippling with deadly power, and he stomps down savagely, driving his boot against the locked out elbow of Alphaman's trapped right arm. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK The stomp shatters Alphaman's proud right arm, snapping it at the elbow, forcing that entire arm to bend the wrong way, against the elbow at a sickening angle, tendons and muscles snapping, destroyed.

10:01 Alphaman: Crusher's mocking was devastating to the hero, as it continued to draw attention to his defeat, his powers unable to build back up in his body. His confidence continued to lower. But he was a hero, and had to stay stalwart in his mission. Stay strong...his mind suddenly rushing back as he felt his hand crushing, looking, staring in disbelief, and then wildly in fear as he began screaming, watching incredulously as Crusher's fingers tightened closer and closer together while his hand was hidden beneath.... "AAAAAAAW NOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOO" He tugged pathetically, unable to get even his mangled hand to slip from Crusher's grip...The name Crusher became a new reality for AlphaMan all of a sudden.

As Crusher angled AlphaMan's arm, he tried to accommodate, trying to use his other to keep his arm from twisting so cruelly against it's natural range, his tricep and forearm bulged in desperation against the machinations of Crusher. His screams filled the entire port district at this point as he flung his head back to let the cries of torment expel from his lungs. Crusher's mocking was crushing his spirit, trying to hold onto his identity as a hero, while he was against his will, being made into a bitch victim.

AlphaMan could only get out "NNNOOO" before Crusher's boot sailed into his locked out elbow and his arm immediately gave way, breaking, splintering away. He gave out such a horrific screech he felt the sides of his lips tearing...

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Suddenly, incongruous, laughter, peal after peal of thick, rich laughter rang out across the shattered quay. It was Crusher, his delight at Alphaman's suffering unable to be contained. When he gained control of himself, he looked down at the screeching crippled superhero. "C'mon buddy!! GET UP! You wanted to show me a real man? THEN GET THE FUCK UP AND FIGHT LIKE ONE! You still got one arm, don't ya? First things first, get up to your feet." With that, Crusher heaved up Alphaman by his shattered right arm, forcing the brutally injured superhero, still hunching like Quasimodo, up to his feet.

"Here, let me demonstrate to you how a real apex superhero handles a supervillain like myself. Take notes, then when I'm done, you can try it on me." With a firm grip on that shattered arm, Crusher roars, and smashes the brutalized superhero over and over to the concrete, shattering and pulverizing the pavement until there is nothing left but rubble.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Then, chest heaving he holds up the superhero with that broken arm, still tightly gripping that fist, "HMmmmmmmmmm... So, that was just the setup for the big finisher. Ready? HERE COMES!" Then, pulling back his fist, Crusher's muscled body flexed like steel, power gathering in his fist, his bicep flexing, veiny and shredded, then with a ROARRRRRRRR he unleashed the mother of all uppercuts to the handsome hero's chin, sending a shockwave of destruction through his already broken jaw, and sending Alphaman soaring high up into the sky.

10:01 Alphaman: "Oohh fucckk....Noo pleasee..AAAAAAGHH AAAAAAAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" Being pulled up by his destroyed arm he cried out , he lurched, his stomach turned. He heaved in pain, slouching there and wailinngg.."Noo pleasee..Crusherr I'm sorrryyy..pleasee.." He repeated but Crusher did not care. Flinging from his broken arm, listening to it rip and tear between massive thunderous blasts against the concrete, AlphaMan pisses himself. His legging soaked with fearful piss and pain.

Lifted up by his hand, his face is close to Crusher's as he wails in his face. "NOOnoo" Spittle stretches from his damaged jaw as he goes up into the air and Crusher rears back, slamming viciously into his jaw, like a broken pearl necklace, the ground skitters with the sound of various teeth from AlphaMan, his million dollar smile quickly reduced in value for not having the full set.

AlphaMan's limp body sails into the air, blood spewing from his face and his distended arm and smashed fist flap as he descends back down toward Crusher.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Alphaman's battered, broken muscle reaches the apex of it's flight, then that shattered, broken arm flopping in the wind, never again to flex that powerful bicep, those mighty biceps, that once commanded the worship and awe of the entire world, are done. Just like Alphaman soon will be. With a roar, Crusher squats and leaps up, fist held up straight over his head, mocking the heroic pose that Alphaman himself had used so often when taking flight.

Eventually, the rising form of Crusher's awesomely brutal muscle, and the descending form of the decimated hero, Alphaman, the strongest apex superhero in the world, meet. The superhero, so badly depleted, so weakened that his invulnerability was a distant memory, was in for a hard time.

The impact as Crusher's fist met Alphaman's hard-muscled, shredded ab wall, an ab wall that at one time, could shrug off bullets, missiles, grenades, without breaking a sweat, was deafening, sending out another shockwave that shattered what few remaining windows were still intact in the area, triggering car alarms and rocking the entire port.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Crusher's fist smashed into the superhero's stacked abs, delivering a brutal payload of destruction that literally pulverized those hard muscled bricks, his fist piercing that ab wall like a sword, driving deep into his guts, doing terrible internal damage to the powerful superhero, smashing against his back ribs, shattering them all instantly, and erupting from his back, the superhero utterly impaled on Crusher's monster fist. Then, as Crusher began to drop again, he braced himself, coiling his massive quads like shock absorbers, roaring in triumph as he landed with a massive boom, holding his powerful right arm up high, the apex superhero impaled on his fist like a piece of meat on a shiskabob.

Crusher looked up into Alphaman's eyes. "That's how you are supposed to defeat a super villain like me, Alphaman. How about I let you down?" With a downward swing of his arm, he flung the critically injured superhero off his fist, driving him savagely into the rubble at his feet. Then, with an evil grin, he asked, "Ready to give it a try, Alphaman? I know you can do it. I mean, you are the fucking strongest, toughest, most muscular superhero in the world. A little thing like that.." And shockingly, Crusher pulled out his cock, and with a sigh, began to piss on Alphaman, getting a thick stream of urine into Alphaman's broken mouth, missing most of his teeth, that famous smile forever destroyed, then shifting to coat his ruptured, ruined, horrifically broken right arm, then finally to wash over the gaping hole in the middle of his once proud abdominal wall where he had been impaled. He used the stream of piss to indicate the injuries he was referring to!

"... can't be too difficult to those mighty muscles, now can it?"

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: With a mocking grin, the supervillain began to flex powerfully over the savagely wounded apex superhero, Alphaman, known far and wide as the mightiest superhero in the world.

10:01 Alphaman: Crashing back to the earth, AlphaMan's broken body is about to experience the true power of Crusher Kruschev. His eyes widen, but he has not time to even utter a word as he is instantly impaled by Crusher. His insides completely rearranging as he vomits blood from his mouth. His once powerful body is completely in shambles, the idea of it's invulnerability so obviously a joke that he could be made into a "before Crusher" and "after Crusher" meme for herodom.

AlphaMan was still incredibly durable and even as he was in the throes of his last breaths, his guts impaled, he was conscious, able to speak, his words a stark contrast to the bragging bravado of before, when this was a lucky night for him. "Pl-pleasee...nngh...ngghh...resspectt...my legaaccyy..." Of course these were the words muttered just as Crusher flung him to the ground. His body spasmed in jerked in complete defeat, his eyes unfocused, only seeing the feet of Crusher until he hear the sound of his pants unzipping...and felt the hot stream invade his mouth, he gargled it, being covered by it on the inside...on his destroyed arm..and then his abdominales...

As he lay there helpless, he sobbed, each breath getting weaker as he looked up at the dominant display of Crusher..."I...lostt..."

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: Chuckling, Crusher looked down at the superhero, his proud muscle covered in piss. He reached down and grabbed the superhero's hair, holding him up in front of him, the apex superhero's dying body dripping blood and gore everywhere. He whispered at the hero. "Your fucking legacy? I PISS ON YOUR LEGACY." Crusher reaches down into his balls and takes out the proud A, the emblem of Alphaman. "See this Alphaman? See this symbol?" Crusher spits on it with contempt. "You can die in the sure and fucking certain knowledge that I will dedicate my life to desecrate this symbol, and your fucking legacy. You lost. You are a failure. A fucking waste of space." He chuckles then, "Looks like the world needs a new strongest superbeing. I think that is gonna be me. I've already got a plan in mind... to use your death to finally get my hands on the Silver Soldier. You can die knowing that you your legacy will be the fucking destruction of the entire League of Heros. Your brave leader, Silver Soldier is next on my hitlist."

"That will be your fucking legacy, Alphaman." Then, savagely, with a surge of his massive biceps, he switches his grip, releasing the hero's hair, and instead grabs the edges of that massive hole in the superhero's core, and then speaks up, "You know Alphaman, I was gonna fuck you, I really was. But you aren't even worthy to be fucked." His eyes bore into Alphaman's face. "You don't deserve that pleasure. But your buddy, Silver Soldier .... now he and I will get intimate together. Now, you bore me. Time to create a vacancy for most powerful superhero in the world." Then, with that, his arms bulge and ripple with might, his muscles getting super shredded, huge and veiny.

10:01 Piotr_Kruschev: There is a RIPPPP sound, and slowly, sadistically Crusher tears Alphaman in half, shattering and severing his spine in the process, the two halves of the hero falling down to crash into the rubble like trash.

He holds up that A high over his head, and roars into the night. Crusher's time... his time is NOW.

10:01 Alphaman: Crusher pulled AlphaMan up by his hair and the hero dazed at Crusher...His last spark to fight back dies as he watches Crusher spit on his emblem, he's done for - he's known that, but it sinks deep into his remaining ego, his psyche. His once proud body now a ragged shell, bleeding and deformed, defiled by the whims of the villain Crusher. He weeps, for himself and for the League of Heroes.

As Crusher manhandles the massive hole in AlphaMan's insides, the hero's leaking guts shoot waves of pain that contort his face, his remaining good arm goes to Crusher's arm, he means to be defiant in the face of death, but the truth is, he's demolished so far at this point and the reality is too much for him, Crusher was just too much man for him..."Y-youu--"HRLK "madeee--mee yourr-- uuUUGNN-- bettaaa---byiiitchhhss" Just as he began to be torn in half, as he cried out in his final high pitched scream of defeat, before being discarded to be cleaned up in two separate halves later, his consciousness cutting away as he remembered his words of it being a "lucky night."

Published: 2023-03-20, viewed 117 times.