Superverse

<White_Knight> After over 30 years of hard work as a superhero, it looked like White Knight had it all. His handsome good looks, dutiful service in keeping the country safe and his image as a devoted family man earned him the love of millions throughout the decades. Far from detracting from his appearance, the signs of aging across his noble face only added to the fatherly position he was held by the people. There was something charming about the strongest man on the planet displaying a softer side when surrounded by his picture perfect family, and with that he became more than a superhero, but an ideal of what every citizen should aspire to be.

Today promised to be a joyous day, thousands had gathered in the city square to celebrate White Knight's long career. In a podium built for the ocasion, the city's mayor gave a passionate speech while the proud hero stood behind him. Standing at 6′5, he cut an impressive figure in his white suit, it's mesh fabric clinging tightly to every bulging muscle, his white cape fluttering behind his back. Surrounding him were his wife and their teenaged son, the model family.

In a split second, the muscular hero could feel someting was amiss. His eyes scanned every rooftop surrounding the square, every face in the cheering crowd, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Noticing his discomfort, his wife nudged him, asking if he was ok.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> A menacing figure out of the old west crouched up high on the roof top of an office tower overlooking the city’s central square while the Mayor began his speech, flanked by Earth’s mightiest, noblest, most respected hero, the White Knight. Surrounded by his loving family, with thousands of adoring citizens in attendance for the celebration.

But this menacing figure was here for a very different reason.

He stood about 5’10” tall, packing 210 pounds of savage,ruthless, super-powered muscle. He looked like a man out of time, wearing black cowboy boots, thick blue jeans held up by a belt with a shiny silver belt buckle, a gun belt at his waist holding a six shooter from the last century, all topped off with a genuine leather bullwhip. His black button up shirt, slightly damp with sweat, clung to a steel-cut, chiseled body that would put a greek god to shame, showing off every bulge and curve of the figure’s power packed, muscular physique. And of course, it was all topped off with a black Stetson.

See, about 150 years ago, this man, born as Bart Masters, had been one of the most feared hombres in the States, known far and wide as Black Bart. He’d made it his living to take what he wanted, and made it his hobby to conquer any Sheriffs, Texas Rangers or other law enforcement types that tried to stop him. Then, he heard about some ancient Indian shrine. The legend said that any man who managed to beat the guardian of the shrine would gain awesome power. Well, long story, short, Bart found that shrine, and pulled a fast one on that guardian, killing him. He touched that ancient totem… and next thing Bart knew the whole shrine was crumbling around him, the cave collapsing, but the stones and rocks just bounced off him. He found out later that he’d been asleep for 150 years, starting as soon as he touched that shrine. That earthquake finally broke contact, freeing him. Well… a lot has changed in 150 years. But so had Bart. Back then, he didn’t used to have the fucking strength of a god, muscles so packed with power that he could tear steel with his bare hands, muscles so fucking thick and packed on his frame that bullet’s just bounced off.

But Bart wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he wanted to make his mark on this fancy, new fangled world, he needed to learn what was what. So, up to now, he’d been staying low, checking out the lay of the land, not drawing attention to himself. Gradually he began to get a feel for the place.

There were Sheriffs back in his day, and here, there were these jacked up dudes calling themselves “Superheros”, of which this shiny, bright White Knight fella was the best and strongest. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

But this new world, it was full of gadgets and do-hickeys and high-faluting machines that Bart could only marvel at. Things like “security cameras”, “silent alarms”, laser beams, cars, phones, machines that think, and what the fuck else who knows. But gradually, he learned how it all worked.

And most importantly, he learned how his own strange, new powers worked. Beyond having the strength and might of a fucking god, he’d found that he possessed a weird black energy that crackled up and down his body from time to time.

He worked with it hard, applying his fierce discipline and determination, eventually learning how to harness it. He learned how to imbue his bullwhip and pistol, so that energy leapt outta him, making the bullwhip crackle. He could shatter stone when he lashed it with his whip, and it would kill a man stone dead with one lash. Best of all, he didn’t even need bullets for his six shooter anymore. He just pulled the trigger, and that black crackling power obliged, sending out a blast of energy that obliterated whatever it hit. Those were easy, they were natural to him, but there were other ways to manipulate the energy. Oh yes there were.

And so, finally, Bart Masters was ready to make his debut. He laid low long enough, and spent the past few months studying this top dog, this alpha hero, White Knight. He’d learned enough to know that they were pretty evenly matched in terms of raw physical strength, but Bart figured that his growing mastery of this black energy he was imbued with would make the difference.

His plan was simple. Confront the world’s mightiest hero. Beat the shit out of him, murder him in front of the entire city, and who would be left to stand against him?

Time to get the party started. He stood up, reached down to his belt, biceps bulging, an evil grin spreading across his handsome, bearded face. He pulled his six shooter, took aim, and fired. A bolt of searing black energy tore through the happy scene, blasting into the Mayor’s broad chest, rudely interrupting his litany of praise for White Knight. There was a savage CRACKKKKKKK sound, and suddenly the Mayor had a massive hole in his chest, and toppled back dead.

From atop the office tower, holding his six shooter facing the sky, a small wisp of smoke rising from the barrel,his muscles rippling with confident might, Bart called out in a loud voice that echoed across the stunned square, “FUCK, I’M GLAD SOMEONE HAD THE BALLS TO SHUT THAT WINDBAG UP. TIME FOR YOU FOLKS TO BOW DOWN TO YOUR NEW MASTER. YOU CAN CALL ME THE OUTLAW.”

 
 

<White_Knight> After looking into his wife's eyes, he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and let out a sigh. He was probably imagining things, being overly vigilant as always. While an event of this scale would be the perfect opportunity for a villain to strike, it had been years since anyone posed a real threat to White Knight. Images of his most hard fought battles replayed in his mind, and while he tried his best to remain humble they did made him smile with pride. "Don't stress it, you're the man." He thought to himself.

In a split second, the hero was brought back into reality by the sight of the mayor wobble a couple of steps backward, stuttering incoherently while he looked down to the massive hole in his chest with a dumfounded expression. For a second or two everyone remained still, trying to process just what the hell had just happened. The silence did not last for long, and suddenly the previously happy crowd begun screaming in a panic. People rushed to hide behind parked cars, others ran towards whatever shops were opened to hide inside. Camera crews that had been there to transmit the joyous ocasion live now had a very different material on their hands.

Without a second thought, White Knight protectively placed himself in front of his wife and son. Standing at 6′5, his thick torso and broad chiseled shoulders were probably the best cover against whoever just shot the mayor. And it didn't take long for him to present himself.

White Knight grunted through gritted teeth as he looked at the figure standing on top of the building. Veins begun to bulge across his forehead and all across his thick neck, his thunderous voice echoing through the square:

"Leave these people alone, scum! Drop down your weapons and I'll see that you'll have a fair trial before the law. Continue with this madness and I can promise you that I'll do everything in my power to stop you." The hero roared. Normally he would've charged straight into action, but the great number of people, above all his own family, would make that a riskier move. His thick fingers clenched into his bulging palms as he stood there, awaiting for the so called Outlaw's response.

 
 

<The_Outlaw> Watched the rising panic with a sense of savage glee. Well, he'd made his entrance and it was a doozy. That windbag mayor, dead. The crowd screaming and panicking, running like ants. The sense of power surged in him.

He was loving this new world. But ignoring the crowd, he turned his attention to his real target, The White Knight. Predictably, the superhero had moved to protect his precious family, before delivering the most sickeningly heroic speech about justice and consequences he'd ever heard. The shiny white hero had even called him scum.

With a grin, the Outlaw leaps up off the tower, plummeting down towards the street below. He lands on the roof of a police cruiser with such savage force the roof caves in, killing the two officers inside. With a small leap, he jumps down onto the pavement, as all the camera crews in the vicinity train swivel to catch this historic confrontation.

The Outlaw is standing about 15 feet away from the White Knight and his family now. With a wide grin, he finally responds, "Ya know what, Mr. Knight, I think I got me a far better proposition. How about you hand your wife and son over to me? I swear, after a few nights with me.." The Outlaw grabs his crotch obscenely, "..she'll forget you ever existed. As for your boy, don't worry, I'll raise him right. Teach him how to be an .. independent spirit .. just like me. In return, I promise not to rip you to fucking pieces. How's that for a deal? Can't ask fairer than that."

Every muscle in the Outlaw's incredible hard-muscled frame was poised, unbelievable violence gathered inside his god-like body, ready to react to the White Knight in the flash of an instant.
 
 

<White_Knight> White Knight's wife and son shivered behind his massive frame as they heard the man's vile proposal. The hero was so outraged that for a few seconds he could not even muster his voice to a simple reply. Over the years he became no stranger to threats hurled his way by bloodthirsty villains or even fellow superheros who put on a show of camaraderie before the people but behind closed doors envied and resented him. But this was different, a threat so vulgar made about his family revolted him. The people who either failed to hide or stood there out of a sickening curiosity gasped. Who exactly was this man, and how dare he speak to their hero like that? By now, more and more people were tuning in to watch the broadcast along with several live streams from different people and angles.

It looked as if White Knight's mesh suit was going to give in under the immense strain of his contracted muscles, his face became more and more red, and soon bulging veins could be spotted all over his massive body. He could tell that his opponent was no ordinary man, and despite being considerably shorter than him looked to be physically just as strong. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, but the man already came in with some heavy blows to his psyche.

"Say one more word about my family and I'll kill you were you stand. I've defeated entire armies, villains, even gods. Everyone who has ever tried to get in my way of defending this country ended up a crumpled heap of broken bones. You'll be no different." The hero snarled. Thoughts of every scenario avaiable to him played in his mind, but the idea of leaving his family vunerable and open to retaliation literally froze him in place.

"Don't worry, I've got this." He whispered to his trembling wife and son, and right now this wasn't a lie. He had every reason to believe he was going to show this guy who's boss.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> Standing on the world stage, The Outlaw’s evil grin didn’t falter a bit as the noble hero replied to his outrageous offer.

Inwardly, the supervillian felt his confidence rise. He might be new to the supervillian game, but he was an old, old hand at mind fucking. In the old days, he’d often won his fights before even throwing a punch or firing a gun. Course, he’d had his reputation to help then, but ultimately, Bart knew it came down to the mind game. He wasn’t entirely certain he could match the superhero physically, but he was willing to gamble that he could. But he was darn sure that he could fuck the superhero’s mind six ways to Sunday. His family was the key.

The super criminal was feeding off the rage coloring the superhero’s words. And a man who fought while he was enraged made mistakes. Mistakes that Bart had spent his life looking for and capitalizing on. He pushed the hero even further. He spat. A massive glob of spit rocketed out of the villain's mouth, shooting through the air with enough speed and precision to blast into the White Knight’s son, right in the face. Enough force to rock the boy backwards and make him cry out in pain and fear.

“You know Mr. Knight, your son is growing up to be a goddamn handsome looking man. Takes after his Dad, I can see. I’m gonna need me a sidekick to help keep the people in line. Your son can look forward to a life of crime at my side. I’ll mold him, shape him, teach him to despise the father who weren’t strong enough to keep him safe. I’ll show him how a real man wields power. I’ll break him like a young stallion, till he serves me willingly.” Every word was caught by the news cameras, streamed and broadcast live to the world, who listened in stunned horror at the unbelievable threats coming out of the strange, new supervillian directed at the pristine, pure, noble White Knight and his family. It was unbelievable.

Every single muscle on the steel-cut super villain was primed for action, his battle-honed senses, his ultra-fast enhanced reactions held at a razor’s edge to react when he finally pushed the White Knight over the edge with his mind-fucking. This was the big gamble. The Outlaw didn’t let even the tiniest glint of uncertainty show, but up close, the White Knight was one helluva a big mother fucker. His muscles looked carved out of marble, shining with power and super might, and he carried himself with total confidence in his power and strength. He towered over the Outlaw. The Outlaw was genuinely unsure whether he could match this superhero’s might, but he’d done his homework, studied up on the feats and abilities of the world’s mightiest superhero, and he was confident that, despite size difference, his muscles packed every bit as much might, if not more, than the towering marble pillar of a superhero. And of course, he had that black energy. He’d been training specially to counter the White Knight’s other abilities with that energy.

But when it came to pure muscle vs. muscle, well, Bart Masters had spent nearly his whole life training himself to fight against other men. He doubted this Superhero had a chance to hone his skill as a fighter against an equal. Bart was counting on that as well. He reckoned from what he’d seen of the White Knight in action, the superhero used his strength to overpower his enemies, but he wasn’t a skilled fighter like Bart was. Didn’t have his technique or training or experience. The Outlaw was a gambling man… and he was throwing the dice, right in the White Knight’s fucking face.
 
 

<White_Knight> The teenager had barely peeked behind his father's protection when he was hit by the villain's spit. Not daring to turn his back on his opponent, White Knight looked over his shoulder with a sinking feeling to his gut to see his son wiping away his cheek with a shakily hand, whimpering as his mother rushed towards him.

To see his own son hurt and scared was nearly driving the superhero over the edge, the pain far greater than receiving a physical blow. After all, if he couldn't even protect his own family, what was even the point in having all of these powers? White Knight was torn between his instincts as a father to rush after his wife and son or to charge at this villain who was so eager to challenge everything he stood for.

Before he could make his decision however, The Outlaw begun to speak. Those vile ideas, the arrogance and mockery behind the man's voice, it was more than the proud superhero could bear to listen.

"Take the kid and go somewhere safe. This won't be pretty." He shouted at his wife, who was quickly surrounded by a small group of policement who guided both of them away from what was promising to be a exhilarating combat between two muscle beasts. The Outlaw crossed a major line with the hero, White Knight's only option was to make an example out of him. To send a message to every villain and wrongdoer who even dared to entertain such ideas for his family.

"I gave you a warning, but I'm a man of my word." White Knight's deep, thunderous voice echoed through the square, his eyes glowing as he gathered energy for an attack. The force created around him causes the trees lining the street to bend and loose their leaves, while nearly every window around them shatters. Those unlucky citizens still watching the altercation outside are forced to hold onto whatever they can to remain in place.

A small crated formed under White Knight's feet, bulging veins around his eyes glowed underneath his skin. Every muscle in his body bulged and contracted, pushing so tightly against his suit that for a moment the hero's body looked like something out of a renaissance illustration. With a roar, he finally let out all of that anger and indignation out, unleashing two large laser beams out of each eye. He aimed his attack towards the torso of The Outlaw, as if attempting to avenge the mayor and give the villain a similar end. There were no traces of the mercy usually allowed to other criminals. White Knight didn't wanted The Outlaw arrested, he wanted him dead.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> The supervillian stood there, poised and ready, that cocky, sadistic confident grin not faltering or wavering, his steel hard eyes taking in the scene as a group of policemen surrounded the noble hero’s wife and son, leading them across the square to safety. Though, if The Outlaw had his way, there wouldn’t be any places of safety left for the White Knight’s family.

Bart had a hard time keeping his awe in check as the White Knight began to gather his power, waves of force radiating out from the shining white noble hero, trees bent from the force, car alarms exploding in loud sirens to aid to the sense of impending destruction, glass shattering from nearby windows. For a moment, just a moment, the cocky supervillian thinks to himself, “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” But then, his confidence returns, as he reaches down deep inside himself, summoning up his own power. Bart Master’s ripped, god-like muscle starts to crackle with black lightning, his eyes even glowing black as the power gathers around him. The air around the supervillian starts to ionize, the smell of ozone thick and strong in his vicinity.

With a savage smile, The Outlaw stares deep into White Knight’s glowing eyes, taking in the awesome sight as every muscle in the noble hero’s body flexed into full definition. The villain knew what was coming… those eye beams. He studied the hero’s powers extensively, and had an answer. He hoped. But Bart was a gambler. Here goes the dice.

Those twin laser beams shot out of White Knight’s eyes, and in a flash Bart Masters brought his hands together, palms out in front of his torso, his reflexes responding to fast for the human eye to follow. With a roar, veins standing out on his neck, his abs flexed and tensed like cabled steel, power surging through him, the black lightning playing about his muscle gathered at his palms, as the hard-muscled supervillian gathered the energy to form a shield, slightly concave, like a shallow bowl.

Those twin laser beams slammed into the supervillian’s energy shield with a sound like thunder, an explosion of force detonating on impact, the force driving Bart Masters backwards, his boots ripping furrows in the concrete. Suddenly, Bart felt as though someone was beating him with a big, heavy stick, he felt as though his body was being forced to hold up the world, like the legendary Atlas, all the weight of it pressing on his steel-cut muscle, the concentration and power needed to hold that shield in place was taking it out of him, and fast.

Sweat started pouring down the supervillian’s face, soaking his shirt, but he didn’t intend to stand here like a dummy in a shooting gallery. No sir. With a roar of effort, he tilted his shield just slightly, angling it so that the twin laser beams slamming into his shield were deflected instead of absorbed. This was the bit he’d worked hard to perfect, and to his savage glee, it worked like he’d thought it would!! Suddenly, in a flash, some of the weight and pressure lifted off him, and the force of those two beams instead of smashing and buckling his shield, bounced off!!

Right back towards the White Knight! Those twin laser beams smashed into the noble superhero’s chest! Tracing a line of fire across his proud, noble pecs, and then smashing with destructive force behind him. There were a series of explosions as cars detonated, trees burst into flame. And the Outlaw’s grin grew even wider as he spied the carnage… There was a cluster of smoking bodies, dead cops, and off to one side, the superhero’s wife huddled against a wall, grimy, disheveled, shaken and battered, clutching her son in terror.
 
 

<White_Knight> This is it, the fight is over. Yet another evil being bites the dust after making the mistake of challenging the proud hero... or so White Knight thought as those two beams kept on a relentless attack against The Outlaw. As powerful as it could be, that attack was taxing on the muscular superhero's body, drops of sweat rolling down his veined temple as he kept it going for longer than he usually does.

There was no time for White Knight to even attempt to evade as his own powers were used against him. Nearly dropping to one knee due to the sudden weakness caused by such extraordinary use of energy, he let out an agonizing growl as his muscular pecs took the brunt of the hit. Those thick slabs of muscle were left with a long, burning wound across them, at its center it reached so deep that a layer of fat and muscle could be seen.

The proud hero staggered a couple of steps backwards, hunching over as he brought a hand to clutch to the bleeding wound. His previously immaculate white suit now tinted with his own blood. But nothing would've prepared for the what he saw next. His wife and son, terrified and embracing one another surrounded by arms, legs and torsos from the policemen who had tried to help them.

"N-no..." he muttered, his deep voice breaking and his blue eyes becoming watery. In that moment he turned his back to The Outlaw, flying towards his family and protectively embracing them with his thick muscular arms. When they saw the nasty wound to his chest they gasped. This is not how this was supposed to go, the idea that their husband and father was not strong enough to defeat this enemy a thought they could not even comprehend. The hero downplayed the situation, wiping away his wife's tears with his finger, offering her a smile.

The hero looked to his left, and upon noticing a car turned on its side, got up away from his family and dashed towards it with superhuman speed. Sinking his thick fingers onto it, he let out a grunt as he turned around and threw it into the villain's direction, not unlike an olympic thrower.

"ENOUGH!!" White Knight roared as he watched the car fly towards his opponent.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> Chest heaving, the fabric of his button up shirt so soaked with sweat that it showed off every steel-cut line of superpowered muscle on the supervillian’s mighty torso, Bart released his shield. That had taken a lot of power to pull off, but it was fucking worth it.

That noble hero, so pristine, well he weren’t so pristine anymore. The Outlaw noted that the superhero wasn’t immune to his own eye beams, judging by those savage, bleeding wounds marring his powerful chest.

What Bart wanted to do next was sit down and catch his breath, but you don’t win a fight against the world’s mightiest superhero by sitting on your ass. While the White Knight was playing the loving dad and devoted husband, looking after his shaken and battered family, the ruthless, sadistic supervillian was on the move.

Meanwhile, around the world, people everywhere were glued to their TV’s, phones, radios, listening to the news feed as they reported in real time the beginnings of this epic battle. The news anchors expressed their shock and horror at the savage wound inflicted on the mighty superhero, and showed the touching scene as he comforted his family.

Bart felt like time was moving in slow motion as the White Knight tossed a car right at him, every moment seeming to last like an eternity as the brutal supervillian slipped into the zone, into full on battle mode. He squatted slightly, and leapt up with a surge of muscle exploding from his herculean quads. Like some kind of crazy parkour athlete, his leap landed him ontop of the hurtling car, he kicked off it, redirecting his momentum, hoping the rapid change in vectors would confuse the White Knight.

His kick smashed the car down to the square, where it exploded in flames, and sent the hard-muscled supervillian at a new vector right towards The White Knight! In mid-air, the ultra-focused supervillian drew his bullwhip, and sent the tip lashing towards the mighty superhero, the whip crackled and seared with his black energy. He was aiming to lasso the noble superhero around his thickly muscled waist with his whip, if he could pull it off, just as though the world’s mightiest superhero weren’t nothing but a bull at a rodeo, and send a full measure of his black energy through the bullwhip to sear and savage the mighty hero.
 
 

<White_Knight> Wide eyed, the hero watched in disbelief as the villain mastefully leapt onto the car and sucessfully sent it flying into another direction. A few citizens just barely managed to dodge it, their well being instinctively becoming the focus of White Knight's field of view.

There was hardly enough time to let out a sigh of relief when he saw the impressively muscular villain flying at his direction. This prompted White Knight to get into a fighting stance, every few seconds looking over his shoulder to check on his family. When he felt like they had managed distance themselves enough from the fight he looked back to The Outlaw, but this time he noticed the man was holding onto something.

"What the..." the hero's words were cut short as he felt something wrap itself around his thick waist. He grunted, the muscles on his torso looking as if they were swalloing the villain's whip due to the great pressure applied. That was not all, however, and true pain begun black energy was pumped onto the whip.

"GAAAAAH!!!" The hero screamed, every muscle in his back contracting as he arched it in immense pain, his thick fingers curling as if he was receiving a jolt of electricity. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced, the loud sound of his muscles tearing and straining under the villain's whip only added to the grotesque scene. White Knight's internal organs shifted, and in a few seconds blood begun to drip down the corner of his mouth, tainting his grayish blonde beard.

In a desperate attempt to revert the situation, the hero grabbed at the whip, his screams doubling as the black energy burned through his palms and nearly seemed to fuse it with the whip. Despite the pain and the blood, White Knight roared as he attempted to pull, intending to force the villain onto the ground.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> With savage glee, Bart felt the tip of his bullwhip truss up the noble hero with perfect technique, cutting canyons into the superhero’s mighty core muscles. But that was nothing compared to the effect of his crackling black energy searing through the bullwhip and into the White Knight!

The scream of agony ripping out of the superhero’s throat, the convulsions and writhings of that perfect muscle under the assault of his energy, was pure music to Bart’s ears, and the blood that started to dribble out of his mouth was icing on the cake, hinting at internal injuries. He was fucking the White Knight up, big style. Clearly, the pristine heroic family man wasn’t immune to the touch of his black lightnings. Speaking of family… yes, there they were, scurrying away into City Hall, escorted by those few cops who had survived the hero’s deflected eye beams.

Bart took note of that, but then, his eyes went wide in shock as the superhero grabbed ahold of a length of the bullwhip, despite the pain it cost him, and yanked. Uh Oh…

The hard muscled supervillian, on a collision course with the White Knight before, was suddenly jerked savagely of course. The burst of strength from the injured hero pulled Bart out of the sky like a swatted fly. Before he could even brace himself, he smashed into the ground like a meteor, sending chunks of concrete and asphalt flying in the air, and shattering a water main beneath his impact site, sending a column of water fountaining into the air. The impact blasted Bart’s steel cut muscle with brutal force and bone-wrenching pain, and totally shattered his concentration, cutting off the flow of black energy through his whip. He was seeing stars, but despite the shock and power, it was only a few seconds later when he climbed up out of that crater, standing tall. Granted, a trickle of blood was leaking out of his mouth, his shirt was ripped and torn, revealing glimpses of bruised muscle that would put a greek god to shame, and he was covered in grime. But he’d been hurt worse.

He was still holding his whip, but it had come loose from the hero’s waist. With a grim flick, Bart coiled it up again in one smooth motion, and replaced it on his belt. He needed time to recharge that black energy anyways. It took a lot out of him to call it up. Looks like he would have to rely on muscle for a while.

He turned to face the White Knight, then he reached up and tipped his black Stetson towards his foe, a twisted form of respect for his enemy’s strength. But he said, “I’m gonna really enjoy fucking your wife after I’m done fucking you, Mr. Knight.”

Then, though he was hurting and exhausted, he dug down deep, and charged. In the time he’d spent in the modern world, he’d been fascinated by all the modern fighters, all this “karate” and “kickboxing” and “MMA”. He’d always loved to fight, loved to use his muscles, and he’d been training himself in all these new styles of fighting. He took to it like a duck takes to water.

As he charged towards the superhero, his fists raised, it looked like the Outlaw was gonna hammer the hero with his fists, but at the last second, The Outlaw twisted in place, spinning like a top, driving his boot directly towards the superhero’s thickly muscled abs and ribs, knowing that they would have taken the brunt of the damage from his black energy, in a brutal spinning back kick, delivered with enough force to shatter titanium.

 
 

<White_Knight> The relief he felt when his enemy's black energy ceased, followed by the release of the whip cruelly wrapped around his torso gave the hero a moment to catch his breath. He looked down to acess the damage and found that his suit had been torn where the whip had been, the exposed skin of the bits of abs and back left visible were badly bruised.

White Knight wiped the blood off his lips with the back of his hand, the cuts on its meaty palm burning at each movement. Already sporting wounds to his chest, waist and hands, things were not looking good for the city's protector. His villain was relentless in his taunting, it looked like the man was not only intending on defeating the hero, but to make a mockery out of him, to humiliate him in front of his adoring fans and loving family. There was little they could do but watch as the brutal battle unfolded.

The hero fell right into the villain's pretense, promptly bracing himself for a fist fight as The Outlaw charged at him, only to be surprised by a nasty spinning back kick.

""CRRRAACCKKK""

A couple of ribs shattered immediatelly upon impact. The sickening sound of bones snapping was followed by the hero's grunts as he coughed up some blood after another blow to his internal organs. The enormous force of the villain's kick sent the superhero's towering muscular form flying onto a building, and for a few seconds he was stuck into a crater formed in its facade, grunting with pain. An attempt to get himself free caused White Knight to fall down the building and onto the ground below, a cloud of dust and debris forming around him.

As the dust settled, the battered figure of the hero was revealed inside a deep crater. His suit was beginning to look more and more tattered, the remaining white mesh covered by dirt and his own blood. First, his thick left forearm slammed onto the edge of the crater, followed by his right one as he started to crawl out of it, dragging his muscular body along out with some difficulty.

"Cant.... let him.... win..." he muttered to himself, the image of his terrified wife and son, cause by his own attack no less, was burned in his mind. He couldn't let them down.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> The impact of the supervillain's kick, delivered with every ounce of might and muscle the Outlaw could summon, was everything Bart could have hoped for. As his boot made contact with the mighty hero’s thickly muscled core, he could feel the hero’s body give way as his boot smashed deep into the noble hero’s abs, penetrating the muscular armor of the White Knight’s legendary core like an armor-piercing missile penetrating the armor of a battleship. The destruction unleashed into the very depths of the noble superhero’s body made The Outlaw’s cock quiver, Bart could feel and see the shockwave rip through his enemy’s body, savaging internal organs and shattering ribs.

One thing was perfectly clear, the White Knight might tower over the smaller supervillain, but in terms of sheer muscle power, the superhero weren’t no titan. The Outlaw knew now that he could match the White Knight’s muscle, and that last exchange had confirmed the supervillian’s deduction, that the White Knight, for all his muscle and nobility, didn’t really know how to fight.

The kick sent the superhero streaking backwards like a comet, the explosion of dust and debris when he pancaked into a near by office tower hid the scene from Bart’s eyes for a moment.

Feeling a second wind surge through him, his confidence empowered by the success of his well-thought out attacks the sadistic, cruel supervillian strode through the wreckage towards his enemy, small fires from burning cars and trees creating a hellish backdrop as he strode with purpose, that sadistic smile playing across his lips, his steel-cut muscle, a bit bruised and battered, radiating power and danger, the shreds of his shirt unable to hide his incredible physique. As he reached the edge of the dust cloud, he turned, looked straight up into one of the cameras trained on the battle from a chopper high overhead, tipped his hat, and winked, then strode into the debris cloud.

Straining his hearing, the Outlaw caught the groans, and sounds of shifting rubble that indicated the presence of the White Knight. Moving in near silence, the crafty supervillian circled around behind the fucked up superhero, squatting on a chunk of concrete on the edge of the impact site, the side of the office tower partially collapsed and torn away like a child’s dollhouse behind him. When the dust and debris settled, the camera’s transmitted the scene to the world.

The mightiest superhero on earth, bleeding, no longer pristine, blood leaking out of his mouth, crawling out of a crater formed by his impact. And behind him, unseen by the hero, on the edge of the ruined building, squatting like a spider, the Outlaw. The world watched in shock. This couldn’t be happening.

Then, Bart sprang down on his enemy, landing on the White Knight’s back like a ton of fucking bricks as he started to drag himself out of the crater, before he could stand up!! Moving with deadly precision, brutal skill, inhuman speed, and a might and power that had already proved itself able to match the White Knight’s own power, Bart’s massive quads strove to snake around the hero’s already injured core and broken ribs, seeking to lock in a body scissors on the towering form of the mighty defender of humanity.

The supervillian's arms, biceps and triceps bulging with power, fought with insane strength to chicken wing the superhero’s mighty, massively muscled left arm, while locking his right arm around the thick and powerful neck of the White Knight in a choke hold.

 
 

<White_Knight> "Broken and bloodied, White Knight is left fighting for his life as the fight drags on..." A reporter narrates the broadcast as the images of the hero shock the country. It had been decades since they last saw their beloved hero in such a disadvantage, but for those younger like the hero's own son it was a first. Against the overwhelming outpouring of emotion and support for the noble hero's struggle, a few elements were throughly enjoying the show. The misfits, skinny nerds or fat hillbilies that never felt represented by White Knight's image, or even felt threatened by it, rejoiced. To them there was something cathartic about watching the alpha male, lording over the top of the food chain for decades, being savagely beaten for everyone to see, as if exposed for being a fraud. Meanwhile, relatively safe in the City Hall, mother and son wept, no longer sure if their husband and father would even make it out alive.

Not only where the two muscle beasts comparable in strenght, his opponent seemed far more skilled in fighting. White Knight's over realiance on his superstrenght led him to remain under a confort zone, the times he had ever faced his match so few that he never bothered to train anything more refined than his sheer,brute strenght. At the moment, it seemed that would be his downfall.

Dazed, the hero was caught completely off guard by the sudden moves of the villain, and before he knew it he was locked into a brutal chokehold. His abused torso, badly injured by the whip and further attacked by that incredible kick, was once again placed under an agonizing torture. White Knight growled as it felt as if his body was going to be snapped into two by The Outlaw's massive legs.

""CRRRAACCKKK""

And there goes another rib. The bulging forearm pressed ruthlessly against his throat meant that on top of all the pain, the proud hero could hardly even breath. To complete the picture, his massive left arm was locked in such a position that it felt as if his shoulder would snap out of place at any minute. If White Knight still had any hopes of reverting this fight he had to act fast.

The battered hero let out a battle roar, every muscle in his body bulging and contracting, so much so that the seams across his suit were almost giving out. Veins that looked like snakes underneath his skin covered much of his right free arm and hand. This was not over yet. The pressure of his bulging palm and thick fingers increased immensely, it was clear that the hero had every intention in snapping The Outlaw's muscular forearm in two.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> Locked in mortal combat, their titanic struggle broadcast to a stunned world audience, the two super beings fought for dominance. The sadistic, twisted super cowboy was laser focused on one goal: cripple this awesomely muscled, incredibly powerful noble superhero, injure him so savagely that his defeat and execution would become inevitable.

The fight so far had pretty much gone all the Outlaw’s way, but even as Bart grappled with the superhero, he could feel the awesome depths of the White Knight’s strength and fortitude, felt the surging power rippling across his incredible musculature, dwarfing, but not outmuscling, the smaller supervillian’s rock-hard frame. The White Knight was far from out of this fight, despite the savage wounds to his mighty pectorals, despite the savage damage to his core, the broken ribs, and internal injuries, despite the searing, bleeding burns crisscrossing his hands, the majority of the incredibly mighty hero’s strength and power was intact.

As the supervillian soon discovered!! Even taking the White Knight by surprise, dropping on his stunned form, it took nearly every ounce of muscle and skill he possessed to lock in the chicken wing on the hero’s hugely muscled left arm, only managing to wrench it back at a sickening angle by dint of colossal effort and supreme muscle. But it was locked in at last, with the precision and skill that Bart Masters had trained and honed with supreme self-discipline, learning to master the modern fighting styles. The lock was on tight, and the Outlaw could feel the tension on the White Knight’s massively muscled deltoids, biceps, and triceps grow to unbelievable levels. As powerful and imbued with super human endurance as the White Knight was, even his body was ultimately subject to the laws of physics.

And the laws of physics were dictating that tendons and muscles did not bend and contort that way. Any moment now, they would begin to rip and shred, getting torn from the bone as the Outlaw did everything in his power to destroy and mutilate the White Knight’s super powered, hard muscled cannon ball sized shoulders, biceps and triceps.

But while Bart was also having incredible success with his body scissors, his massive quads locking so tightly around the superhero’s injured core that they were carving canyons in his obliques, compressing the superhero’s ribs so savagely that another rib soon broke, not everything was going his way. Try as he might, he could not lock his right arm around the superhero’s throat enough to fully secure the choke hold.

The injured superhero, his entire body swelling with power, his muscles rippling with a might to match the Outlaw’s own super strength, had seized his right forearm, applying a grip that could shatter steel. The supervillian let out a howl of pain as it was his turn to feel the full strength of the powerful superhero. His right forearm felt like it was being crushed in a vise, and try as he might to further secure that choke, he felt his arm slowly peeled away from the superhero’s throat, pain spiking up and down the Outlaw’s thickly muscled forearm, blood from the White Knight’s seared palms leaking out from his grip to trickle down the villain’s flexed muscle.

The Outlaw was expending tremendous amounts of energy, and he knew he couldn’t keep this up. He was starting to falter, both his body scissors and his chickenwing losing strength in the face of the grip crushing his forearm. But Bart Masters was a stubborn bastard, and unwilling to give up his advantage, making the White Knight fight for every single centimeter of progress.

Eventually though, the White Knight had forced the villian’s forearm far enough away that he was no longer in danger of being choked. As much as he hated to admit it, Bart had to concede that this wasn’t a battle he was going to win by choking out his enemy here and now. He’d been outmuscled, and that rankled deep. But, now was not the time to lose focus.

As the White Knight slowly dragged his arm free, scraping that arm along his proud, powerful pecs, doing severe damage to Bart’s muscled forearm, his fingers tearing muscle, straining tendons, and threatening to break his arm, Bart’s twitching fingers brushed into one of the deep lacerations carving a deep canyon across the hero’s mighty pecs, caused by the hero’s own deflected eye beams, which had burned through his white mesh uniform, through the skin, exposing the muscle and fat. With a desperate surge, Bart’s fingers dug into that deep wound, summoning up what power he could muster from his wounded arm to try and dig his fingers deeper into that wound, trying with sadistic laser focus to tear the wound even wider.

At the same time, Bart knew he needed to break off and regroup, so digging down deep into his dwindling reserves of energy, he roared, his left arm surging with a desperate blast of muscle power, yanking back on that chickenwing with everything he had, doing his best to tear muscles, rip tendons, and totally fuck the hero’s shoulder and upper left arm. Meanwhile, his quads gave one final convulsive surge of muscle-crushing might, attempting to drive his powerful legs as deep into the White Knight’s wounded core as he could manage.

Then, all at once, the Outlaw disengaged, releasing the chickenwing and bodyscissors, tucking his knees up against his chest, planting his boots against the small of the White Knight’s back, and with a savage surge of power, uncoiling his legs like springs, launching the White Knight through the air like a catapult flinging a boulder.

For a moment, the Outlaw just lay there, clutching his right forearm, throbbing with pain, covered in a savage pattern of bruises, the skin ripped and torn in places, blood, his and the White Knight’s coating his arm. He winced in pain as he tried to make a fist with that right hand. Then, he sat up, holding his right forearm, continually trying to flex those fingers as he staggered to his feet, taking a deep breath. But he turned, looked up towards the waiting cameras, and winked, tipping his hat to let the world know that wasn’t anywhere near done.

Then, he turned to find what had happened to the White Knight. It was time to kill a superhero today.
 
 

<White_Knight> White Knight screamed in utter agony at the immense ammount of strenght applied to his locked left arm, tendon after tendon straining so badly that the burning sensation overwhelmed the hero along with the unimaginable pain radiating from his destroyed torso. In response to the savage attack, he applied more and more pressure to his thick fingers onto The Outlaw's massive forearms, he wouldn't stop until he felt the man's bones being pulverize dunder his grip.

Before he could even muster more strenght as the hold on his thick neck lessened, the villain's fingers dig deep into the wounds across the hero's chest, savagely tearing through the already damaged muscles, loud quelching sounds rivalled only by White Knight's agonizing screams. A deeper and wider wound was torn up onto the hero's muscular chest. A huge chunk of that protuding slab of meat on his right pec was left dangling painfully by threads of skin and muscle.

People gasped as they watched the image of the superhero's massive body, brutalized and followed by a trail of his own blood, be thrown into the sky. White Knight managed to regain control and stopped himself, hovering above the battle grounds. While not broken, his tortured left shoulder hang limply onto his his body. His right arm clutched to his nearly severed right pec, hunching over as if to lessen the overwhelming pain coming from his torso. When the cameras from the helicopter zoomed into him, gasps could be heard all across the scene.

Up there, blood oozing from his various wounds distributed along that massively muscular body, White Knight though on his family, forced to watch the sudden and brutal battle unfold. There was only one acceptable outcome, this was not only about himself, but everything he stood for. Upon noticing the helicopter with the camera crew, the hero looked a them, forcing a smile as he offered them a nod. The signs of aging on his face seemed even more pronounced now, the look of exaustation and pain stamped on it a disconcerting sight for citizens who were used in seeking protection and reassurance in his handsomely rugged features.

After that gesture, White Knight growled as he moved both arms, even the badly injured one, into a diving position before dashing towards the villain. The muscle-bound meteor came crashing onto The Outlaw, both men crashing onto a series of buildings while the hero unleashed a barrage of brutal punches, kicks and headbutts against his foe.

"THIS IS HOW YOU DIE, SCUM!!" The superhero roared, sending his spit and blood flying onto the villain. His attacks were so fast that to anyone watching the two muscular figures looked like blurred sillhouettes.
 

<The_Outlaw> The Outlaw didn’t need to look far to find the mightiest hero on earth, there, hovering in the sky above him, dripping blood from his savage wounds, was the White Knight!

He was a far sight from the pristine condition the noble superhero had started off this day, a day set aside to celebrate his accomplishments. With a surge of savage delight, he zeroed in on the thickly muscled right pec, nearly torn off, the left arm hanging at an awkward angle, the savage bruising around his powerful core, his once immaculate uniform ripped and shredded. The blood dripping off him, some of it spattering on Bart.

But despite the reassuring smile the hovering hero directed towards the watching cameras, what caught Bart’s sight most of all once the hero turned his gaze on the supervillian was the rage sparking in those deep blue eyes. Sheer, naked rage.

With a grunt, Bart readied himself. The Cowboy out of time had unleashed the beast, his plan all along, and now it was time for him to face the fury. He forced his throbbing, aching, ravaged right arm up into a fighting stance, and slipped back into the zone, time seeming to slow as the White Knight hurtled towards him like a thunderbolt of the gods, streaming blood from his many wounds.

The superhero’s cry of impending death echoed across the heavens, just before his massively muscled body smashed into the Outlaw’s own smaller, but equally as hard-muscled, form.

The initial charge drove the Outlaw through the wrecked remains of the office tower, the supervillian could feel concrete and steel cracking and rupturing as his super muscle was used as a battering ram, shockwave after shockwave of pain spreading across his broad back from the multiple savage impacts, cutting, bruising, lacerating his back, shredding the remnants of his shirt.

Bursting out of the side of the building, the office tower let out a shriek of protest, critical supports destroyed, and began to pancake sending out more waves of dust and debris to add to the confusion. Savage punches and kicks and even headbutts were streaming towards the Outlaw as they tumbled across the cityscape. Moving with precision and skill, Bart’s arms and legs moved in a blur, blocking most of the incoming blows, deflecting punches and kicks with insane speed and cold, calm, calculating focus. But the superhero was a wild beast, and many blows got through, and soon Bart’s body was covered with savage bruises, and a steady stream of blood was leaking out of his mouth, pain and agony hammering his brain. He gave as good as he got though, his answering kicks and blows strategically targeting the superhero’s broken ribs and hurt left shoulder.

However, for all the fury and speed and mindless rage behind the blows, specifically the punches, Bart realized that the hero was unable to summon the sheer power he would have at the start of the fight, thanks to the savage wounding of his left shoulder and the near severing of his thick right pec. He began to smile, and after he had endured the initial onslaught, battered and bruised and bleeding, but still very much able to fight, he struck back.

As they were tumbling across a street, towards a stately courthouse facing City Hall across the square, Bart Masters suddenly reversed their positions, finding an opening in the hero’s onslaught to dart his right hand forward and SEIZE that dangling, nearly severed slab of pec muscle.

In the middle of the street, in full view of the cameras and news reporters, he let out a roar of rage, digging deep into his wells of strength, heaving the larger super hero up off the ground, suspending him in front of him for just a brief moment, holding him by the thick muscle of his nearly severed right pec. Moving in a blur of motion, gathering all his power, he delivered a thunderous left uppercut with more strength and force than any blow he had ever thrown in his life, directly to the pit of the dangling superhero’s badly injured abdominals.

His fist impacted the superhero’s ab wall with enough force to penetrate the armor of a battleship, the impact was horrific, letting loose a shockwave that shattered windows and shook the ground, the force of the impact ripped the dangling superhero free of Bart’s grip, tearing his right pec clean off, rocketing the superhero’s body and an incredible velocity to smash through the courthouse and out the other side, on a collision course with City Hall!

A stunned silence descended on the battlefield, cameras zooming in, showing The Outlaw, battered, bruised, shirtless, cut and lacerated, but still standing strong and tall, holding the White Knight’s severed right pectoral in his trembling right hand, the bloody chunk of muscle dripping on the ground.
 
 

<White_Knight> Hero and villain exchanged a series of brutal blows as they smashed through those buildings, testosterone oozing from the scene as they fought for supremacy. White Knight's roars whenever he was sucessful in his attacks were only stopped when The Outlaw retaliated, aiming to his already heavily damaged left arm and his destroyed torso, each new attack on the latter causing the defender of the weak and defenselles coughing more and more blood.

The hero was holding his own until his foe caught hold of that massive, nearly dangling right pec, loud quelching sounds echoing as the villain's fingers dig sadistically into the wound, causing some of the chunks of muscle and skin holding it together to be torn. The savage torture had the noble superhero screamin in utter agony, far too dazed to even protect himself for what was to come.

After relentlessly torturing the superhero's muscular abs throughout most of their fight, those thick muscles that had seemed to be made out of steel finally gave in. The Outlaw's knuckles tore through skin and muscle, his fist impaling White Knight's gut in a brutal display of raw strenght. The impact of this punch sent the battered superhero flying, that thick slab of his right pec finally tearing off the rest of his brutalized body and remaining firmly in the villain's hand.

"I... I can't believe I'm saying this but... he's.... he's killing White Knight!" A shaken reporter said as he narrated what appeared more and more like the once proud and powerful superhero's demise at the hands of his foe.

The hero's body came crashing onto the City Hall building, blood oozing from all of the agonizing wounds that covered his muscular body, specially the hole torn into his gut. White Knight fell back first into the cold marble floors of the building, gliding while leaving a trail of destruction and blood. As fate would have it, he finally stopped in the very room his wife and son had been boarded up.

Once the dust settled, his family gasped at what they saw. White Knight, lying in broken and destroyed, coughing up blood while he attempted to get up. His handsome face was covered in bruises, blood oozing from his nose and mouth, which was missing a few teeth. Of those bulging, strong pecs only the left one remained. Over half of his right pec had been brutally torn off, leaving that side of his chest flat and bloodied. His left shoulder was sitting lower than the right one, the whole arm looked as if it had been rotated inwards. Whatever remained of his suit was torn and shredded, covered in dirt and blood.

But perhaps the most harrowing of all was the large hole in his gut. White Knight clutched to it, his insides threatening to spill all over the floor between his thick fingers, now covered in his own blood. Wife and son knelt next to him, weeping in complete disbelief. White Knight tried to say something to bring them some comfort, but all that came out was more blood. His powers meant that his body could put up with way more abuse than a normal human, and given enough time and care he could even survive injuries such as these. But he knew The Outlaw was no ordinary villain, and would offer the battered hero no mercy.

Against his family's pleas, White Knight got back to his feet. That bulging, impressively muscular left arm useless, his right hand clutching to the brutal wound to his gut. Faltering to each side, his now exposed feet held firlmy onto the floor, a pool of blood and chunks of his own organs forming around him. He knew this villain was coming after him, and he wanted to meet him standing, not on the ground.

"I-I can't protect you anymore. Just run..." his deep voice coming out hoarse after coughing some more blood. He knew he was done for, that he failed as a superhero, but more importantly, as a husband and father.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> The bruised and battered supervillian stood there for a moment, holding the thick chunk of torn, bleeding muscle that was once the noble White Knight’s powerful right pectoral muscle. The savage outcome of his last attack appeared to surprise even this cruel and sadistic super being. But after a moment, Bart tossed the severed chunk of muscle aside like garbage, and turned to survey the path of destruction indicated the route of the awesomely powerful hero’s uncontrolled flight. He looked up at the newscasters, giving them a vicious grin, reaching up to tip his Stetson.

But his hat was gone, finally torn away in the savage melee. A look of sheer, savage rage and hate flickered across the supervillian’s face at that realization. Clearly, he was attached to his hat. He drew back his arms, his chest jutting forth, steel-hard and radiating incredible power, despite the array of bruises and lacerations decorating his battered muscle, then let out an earth shattering roar. He squatted down suddenly, his quads appearing to thrum and swell with power, then those massive legs uncoiled like super powered springs, and he shot into the sky in a savage leap. In the blink of an eye, the supervillian soared over the path of destruction, the badly damaged courthouse, landing on the roof of City Hall like a thunderbolt, the ceiling giving way before his unstoppable descent, sending chunks of concrete and stone raining down to announce his imminent arrival, smashing onto the floor of the spacious room where the White Knight had rejoined his family.

A moment later, Bart Masters, aka the Outlaw, landed majestically on the middle of the marble floor in a three point stance, his fist smashing into the floor as he landed, his bare torso covered with hardened muscle, his chest heaving, his bearded face, darkly handsome twisted in an evil grin. Where his fist smashed into the floor, savage cracks radiated outward.

The supervillian stood and surveyed the scene. There, between Bart and the superhero’s terrified family, stood the White Knight. His chest looked grotesquely distorted, his right pec torn off, destroying the once perfect symmetry of his majestically muscled form, a raw bleeding wound in it’s place. Bart noticed with savage satisfaction the savage hole in the superhero’s mighty armored abodominals, that final uppercut having obliterated his ab wall, guts and organs spilling out of the hole, the gravely injured superhero trying to keep his insides from spilling all over the floor. Little bits of meat and organs were scattered around the not so pristine superhero.

And his left arm hung at a weird angle, twisted inwards, clearing so badly injured as to be of no use to the superhero.

Bart turned, facing the White Knight’s wife and son. “Well lady, I’m a thinking that very soon you ain’t gonna have a big, strong, noble superhero of a husband to keep you and your son safe. I’m a thinking that Mr. Knight here is on the way out. But don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of ya.” With a grin, Bart Masters cupped his crotch, his massively swelling cock obvious through the denim of his battered and torn jeans.

Even in here, news crews rushed into the far end of the spacious room, risking their lives to capture the unbelievable battle. Then, with a grim grin, fists raised, the Outlaw started to circle the White Knight. “Well, look at you… See, Mr. Knight, you’ve disappointed me. Not only me, but the entire world. You got this here reputation of being a man of your word… I seem to recall you swearing that you were a gonna kill me, and keep this city and this fine modern world safe from me. But look at me..” Every muscle flexing like steel, though bruised and battered, the Outlaw radiated a sinister, overwhelming aura of strength and power. “You are a goddamn liar, Mr. Knight. A fucking fraud. You thought all you had to do was flex your fancy muscles and I’d run a screaming. Flash those eye beams and I’d be all burned up. You never expected me to out fight you…” With those words, Bart’s hands flashed out suddenly, seizing the swaying, wounded superhero’s left wrist!

With a blur of speed and precise skill, Bart Masters twisted up the superhero’s badly damaged left arm, spinning and yanking it down over his shoulder with unbelievable muscle and power, smashing the superhero’s broad back into the marble floor in an absolutely brutal super powered judo throw.

The impact shattered the fine marble floor into rubble, the shockwave rocking city hall, sending more of the damaged building collapsing down as chunks of stone and debris smashed around them, a few bits of debris landing on the White Knight’s wife and son, injuring them.

The savage, sadistic judo throw was executed to specifically target the White Knight’s ruined left shoulder, and Bart could feel muscles and tendons ripping in the superhero’s nearly destroyed left arm. Then, continuing where he left off, he kept speaking, “... You never expected me to out smart you…. To …”

And then, the supervillian moved with savage speed and fury, still holding the superhero’s badly injured, heavily muscled left arm, driving his knee into the hero’s head, wrenching savagely on his neck, preventing the hero from targeting him with his eyebeams, then he laced up the superhero’s powerful left arm in an armlock, and suddenly, every muscle in Bart’s upper body started to swell with power as he twisted back and forth on that trapped left arm, each twist designed to tear and destroy muscle, tendons, connecting tissue, and wrenched upwards with surges of power. It was clear what Bart was attempting… he was attempting to RIP the White Knight’s left arm OFF.

His voice strained from the enormous effort, the Outlaw continued his litany, “...you never expecte me … to … OUTMUSCLE YOU!” With that final scream of rage, the supervillian’s entire body went rigid as he tapped into deep wells of strength and determination, a surge of power rippling out from his flexed abs, surging up his battered and bruised body, causing his pectorals, his biceps and triceps to turn harder than steel, veins popping out into full definition, all that power fueling one final utterly ruthless and savage YANK in an attempt to rip the White Knight’s left arm off!
 
 

<White_Knight> Like a mortally wounded bull being taunted by a bullfighter, White Knight could do little but use whatever remained of his strenght to keep himself standing. His once proud chest, now deformed by the brutal wound that severed its right half, expanded and contracted. Blood dripped from his opened gut, his mouth and nose. The renewed threats to his family caused him to growl between gurgles of his own blood.

Hero and villain couldn't look more different now. The Outlaw's impressively muscular physique exuding strenght and superiory, while White Knight's destroyed body made him look like a dead man standing. The man's words regarding his failure cut deep. There really was no other way around this, he failed. He failed to protect the city, he failed to protect his family, he failed to be the strongest man in the word.

"I-I won't let you hurt them..." The hero's deep voice muttered, before he knew it he was already on the ground, his muscular back slammed brutally onto the cracked floor. His screams filled what remained of the room, as every little movement to his twisted arm sent out shockwaves of pain through his tortured body.

Wife and son watched in horror the utter defeat and humiliation of White Knight. A loving husband and proud father, reduced to a broken heap of muscles entirely under the whim of The Outlaw. They had to cover their faces as the debri flew past them, adding some minor injuries to both.

The hero's eyes begun to glow red as he felt one by one, tendons and muscles ripping under the vicious grip of the villain. This attack would never come, the defeated hero roared, feeling as if his left arm was being ripped out while his thick neck was being crushed between The Outlaw's knee and the floor. The taunting continued, the villain proved to be the superior male and was savoring his victory, right in front of the hero's weeping wife and son. His battered body twisted and turned under the torture, which only added to his pain, his intestines spilling between his thick fingers.

White Knight could feel the power of his foe increased at that final surger of power. At first, his shoulder was completely dislocated, the entire arm shifting further away from his body, though still connected. And then...

"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

The hero's thickly muscular arm gave in under that incredible strenght, a few chunks of muscle and bones hanging on until it was finally ripped off entirely. The thick fingers on the hero's severed hand flopped limply onto his meaty palm, the traces of the villain's whip still visible. Below the shoulder of his severe darm, blood dripped freely. Still held in place by the brutal knee to his neck, his torso flopped to the side now missing an entire arm.

As a tall, muscular, and handsome superhero, beloved by all, and a dedicated family man to boot, he had been at the top of the foodchain. Men either aspired to by like him, feaared him, or envied his superiority. But finally, there was a shift. White Knight just had the ever living shit beaten out of him. His bulging pecs were ruined, the right one had been entirely torn off. His chiseled abs had been so utterly destroyed that there was now a gaping hole in its place, his guts spilling onto the floor. And now, his entire left arm had been savagely ripped off his body. All of this for his beloved fans to see, right in front of his wife and son.

White Knight had a brutal fall from the top, and now he was at the very lowest. Beaten, torn to shreds, humiliated, bested by a stronger man. The hero coughed some more blood, there was nothing left of that heroic nobility.
 
 

<The_Outlaw> The world was in shock, the White Knight’s legion of adoring fans and supporters were shrinking away from their phones, televisions, from the massive public displays in famous city squares all over the world, at the sickening, gruesome sight of the Outlaw ripping the White Knight’s left arm off. Up until that point, despite the horrific injuries their hero had endured, they were certain he would find some way to come back from the brink of defeat, to turn the tide of battle, to save them all. But no one could believe that now. In contrast, in criminal dens throughout the world, thugs and crooks were erupting into loud cheers.

The newscaster fumbled, trying to speak, to make sense of what they were seeing…”The depth of this horrific tragedy cannot be understated… it appears that this villain who appeared out of nowhere claiming he intended to rip the White Knight apart is doing just that. My god, someone get help for the White Knight.. Please..”

With a roar of triumph, the Outlaw stood up, holding the severed arm, the fingers still twitching, strands of muscle, fat, tendon dangling from where it had once joined the shoulder. Turning, with a smile, he tossed the ripped off arm at the feet of the White Knight’s wife and son.

Then, he turned back to the White Knight. When he next spoke, his words were chilling, full of menace and viciousness. “You ain’t even gonna die a man, Mr. Knight. You see, I fucking outmanned you. I’m ten times the man you ever were. Smarter. Stronger. Better. This entire fucking world looked up to you, and you let them down. Well, I’m a man of my word, but you, you are nothing. You can’t even protect your family, let alone the world.” Then, without even blinking, in front of the entire world, the powerful supervillian drew his six shooter, his energy having recharged, pointed down at the bleeding, maimed, brutally beaten superhero, and showed exactly what he meant by his statement “You ain’t even gonna die a man.”

He pulled the trigger, and a bolt of that pure black, crackling energy erupted from the barrel of his six shooter, seething with the intense sense of sadistic triumph the Outlaw channeled into it. That bolt flashed across the very short gap, and slammed into the White Knight’s crotch, at near point blank range, engulfing his manhood, his testicals and penis, in a maelstrom of surging destruction.
 
 

<White_Knight> White Knight could beat just about anyone on the planet, until then he was the undisputed alpha male, the strongest man on earth. But none of that mattered, because the one man who challenged him was stronger and made him his bitch. His wife nearly fainted at the sight of her husband's muscular severed arm under her feet. Those large hands that had countless times conforted her with ther warmth as he cupped her face, or led her into ecstasy as they traveled through her body, completely devoid of life, torn, broken. Crying, she attempted to cover her son's eyes.

The destroyed hero could do little more than grunt and gurgle in his own blood, his eyelids growing heavier as his demise dragged on. Every word hurt what remained of his ego. This wasn't just a defeat, but a monumental anihiliation of his entire history as a superhero and everything he stood for. No one would remember the tireless 30 something years of fighting and protection, but only that fateful day when he was bested by a stronger man. Ruthlessly beaten, disfigured, torn to pieces.

As he watched his foe handle his gun, he knew that was it. They say there is a calm before death, but that was not what White Knight was experiencing. He believed every insult hurled his way, that he was a fraud, reduced to nothing. A failure. He kept his eyes fixated on The Outlaw's, he wanted to face his death head on.

Despite how obvious the man's words might have been, never in the thickest of their brutal battle had he even considered what was to come next. The hero's body contorted, his intestines by now nearly entirely on the floor, as he could feel his once proud manhood, his thick cock and balls were entirely taken over by the villain's powerful black energy. The pain was unbearable, the screams of the hero so loud they could be heard all through the city.

Finally, they exploded. Chunks of his cock and balls spraying all across the room. In their place, a gaping hole remained, the ultimate symbol of the utter emasculation The Outlaw had made him suffer through. There was no coming back from this, the proud White Knight's legacy that had taken decades to be built, was ruthlessly destroyed.
 

<The_Outlaw> The Outlaw chuckled with sadistic glee as the balls of the world’s mightiest superhero exploded in a blast of gore, spreading chunks of the brutally wounded hero’s manhood sprayed across the vast room, chunks of it now adorning the Outlaw’s steel-hard body. Utterly and viciously emasculated, the White Knight was no longer even a man.

Like a sonic boom, the screams of the mutilated hero rocketed across the city. Even while the powerfully muscled hero writhed, bled, and screamed, mutilated, his left arm ripped off, his intestines spilling out of his ruptured core, his right pectoral torn clean off, blood and bits of the hero’s guts scattered everywhere, the victorious, hard-muscled supervillian leaned down towards the broken hero.

The world was in collective shock at the sight of the noble hero being torn to shreds in front of their eyes. Even the newscasters were speechless at the level of brutality visited upon their beloved hero.

The Outlaw flexed his left hand, forming a fist, then with ruthless, destructive brutality, drove his fist into the gaping wound where once the mighty superhero’s manhood had proudly been attached to his body. There was a sickening, squelching noise as the thickly muscled arm of the Outlaw’s smashed deep into that wound, the fist ripping it’s way deep into the mortally wounded hero’s body, destroying what was left of his internal organs.

Then, the Outlaw stood up, his arm driven in sickening rape of the hero’s body through the hole left by his destroyed manhood, deep into his body, all the way to the bicep. Like some kind of sick sock puppet, Bart lifted his arm, the superhero spiked on his arm, blood and bits of his guts continuing to spill out.

Bart circled slowly, showing off the impaled, destroyed superhero to all the cameras, and especially to his family. Then, finally, the supervillian spoke up, “Now, Mr. Knight, it’s time to die. Not only your death, but the destruction of everything you’ve ever fought for, ever fucking believed. You are a fucking utter and total failure, you failed your family, you failed the world. Die. Die knowing what a total fucking failure you are. Die knowing that I’ll be taking your wife and son as trophies, and I’ll ensure their lives will be full of fucking suffering. This city, will be mine, and eventually, this whole fucking world. With you, the only hero, the strongest superhero in the world, who might have stopped me, out of the way, who the fuck will stop me?”

As the Outlaw spoke with vindictive triumph, that black energy started to rise again, black crackling arcs of power wreathing his steel-hard muscle, despite the bruises and lacerations marring his greek god muscle, he radiated an aura of sheer power and dominance that slammed into the onlookers like a physical blow. The power wreathing around the supervillian began to gather up his left arm, over his massively flexed bicep, and into the broken body of the White Knight!!

Slowly at first, then more and more violently as surges of that black energy began pouring out through the villian’s fist impaling the hero, searing internal organs to ash, leaking out of his ruptured core, out of the brutal wound left by the ripping off of his right pectoral, out of the bleeding stump where once his heavily muscled left arm was attached, out of his mouth, and eventually, out of his ears and eyes, burning and destroying as it spread.

Then, finally, with one explosive roar, the Outlaw SLAMMED every ounce of that destructive black energy into the broken hero, with every ounce of effort he could summon, one final destructive blast of energy with enough power to finish the job of ripping the hero apart, to tear him limb from limb, and destroy him utterly and completely.
 
 

<White_Knight> In one final humiliation, White Knight growled as the villain forced his hand into the gaping hole left by his destroyed cock. The walls of the wound stretched until they begun to rip wide open as The Outlaw's massive forearms were completely inside of him. Quickly, the villain's entire arm was inside of him, that thick muscular pillar impaling him.

Every internal organ,except for those who had already slipped out of the hole in his gut, all badly damaged by the brutal battle, were now completely destroyed. The hero vomited blood, which also leaked from every single of the savage injuries he had sustained, as well as from his ears, eyes and nostrils. Broken, mutilated, and crippled, now the noble hero was being utterly destroyed from the inside.

What remained of White Knight's brutalized muscular body flopped as the villain made sure to parade him, not only for the citizens watching the broadcast but to his wife and son who were right there, witnessing it all first hand. Every movement caused that gaping hole of his to tear further, quelching sounds echoing through the torn room th further the superhero sank into that muscular pilar of sheer strenght. People gasped at the villain's brutality, their words nearly as brutal as his physical attacks. They couldn't believe their eyes, that handsome man who had protected tirelessly them for decades, the model of what every man should be, was completely destroyed.

And then, that black energy that had destroyed the hero little by little, came to claim its reward. For one final time, White Knight roared with unimaginable pain as what remained of his insides begun to cook under that brutal energy. The hero's once charming blue eyes begun to bulge as he screamed in agony, one exploded while the other hang onto his cheek, gouged by the black energy. His skull was deforming, loud snapping sounds could be heard as huge cracks were forming all across its bones.

That massively muscular body, who had inspired milions and was feared by every criminal and villain on the planet was torn to pieces. First, the hero's remaining limbs were sent flying at different directions, one by one. At his end, White Knight's superstrenght and endurance ensured that he was very much alive to experience the brutal torture in its full. In his final moments, White Knight could only think how he doomed the city and his family because he was not strong enough to protect them. He failed.

Finally, while the brutalized hero's deep and now hoarse voice screamed, the top of his skull was shattered, his brain matter flying onto the roof. This was quickly followed by his deformed chest swelling until it also exploded, sending chunks of flesh and muscle flying all across the room.

The carnage was completed. One of the hero's long, muscular legs laid impaled by the gates in front of the City Hall. His right arm, its bulging muscles still impressively large, flopped onto the street. His head, missing its eyes and with its top cracked up, rolled lifelessly to the feet of The Outlaw.

White Knight, the protector of the weak and defenseless, the noble family man, the strongest superhero on Earth, was dead.

Published: 2023-03-09, viewed 137 times.