Rumble Rock was the fifth planet of the main solar system of the Singlarr galaxy. It was a planet that kept most of it’s battles, ether in the ring or a cage. It had a moderate level of technology that still used gasoline, as a primary power source. This world loved all forms of combat sports, especially wrestling and MMA.
Inside one rundown gym laid a sixth sided cage that was covered in rust and broken metal. Next to it was a ratty wrestling ring. The action was taking place inside the cage, with two opponents ready to fight inside the cage.
One of the fighters was both shirtless and barefooted, wearing only a long pair of fighting trunks. The shorts were black with a white trim, covered in stains developed over many years of use. This man had a beer gut and a nasty looking neck beard that was greasier than motor oil. This slob, who was five foot ten inches, while weighing three hundred pounds of pure whale blubber.
The other fighter was six foot inches, that weighed just over one hundred and eighty five pounds. The masked fighter was wearing a gold colored mask that had a black phoenix over his face. Eye holes, nose hole, and a mouth opening were the only openings on the mask. The mysterious man was wearing some sort of martial arts shoes that looked like thin closed back black slippers. He was wearing opened fingered MMA gloves.
The announcer yells,”Here is the beer bruiser! He has a fighting record of thirteen wins, one hundred losses, and sixty seven draws!”
The fat man raises his arm, about knocking out the nearby ref with his body order.
The announcer yells,”Here is the new local sensation that goes by the name of Humble Rumble!”
The crowd of over one hundred jump to their feet in excitement. They were happy to see the masked warrior.
The announcer yells,”He has an amazing fighting record of one hundred and twenty wins, zero losses, and no draws.”
Humble Rumble jumped unto the top of the battered cage, with his arms raised up above his head. The masked fighter then jumped back down to ground.
The referee got in between the two fighters, as the announcer climbed out of the cage. The door was locked from the outside.
The bell rung and it was on.
Rumble circled around the sluggish fighter, nicking him in the shins. Bruiser could do little
to protect himself from Humble’s attacks. Both of the pig’s shins were black and blue, as Bruiser could hardly move.
The masked warrior did a sweeping kick to the fat man’s legs, which knocked Bruiser down to the mat. Rumble put the slob into a leg lock and immediately forced him to tap or have his legs broken.
The referee saw that Bruiser was tapping to get free of the leg lock and stopped the match.
The ref put up Humble Rumble’s hand up into the air. The announcer pulled a wired microphone into the cage and tried to talk to the winner. But Rumble wouldn’t have it and walked into the back.
Two men went into the cage with a filthy cloth stretcher and rolled the Bruiser unto it. The supposed helpers bumped the screaming loser into the sides of the metal door. The men paid no heed to man’s complaints and continued to carry him into the back. The cloth stretcher breaks causing the huge man to hit the ground on the back of his head, thus knocking out the already injured man. The men left bruiser for dead and continued into one of the back rooms.
Rumble head back into the locker room and saw some thugs trying to break into his locker.
He finally broke his silence,”Fellas, I got the key with me if you want to get inside it.”
The thieves were shocked that the man had caught them in the act of trying to rob Rumble.
Humble said very little and he never took off his mask or even showered in the locker room. He
wanted to keep his identity secret to all of the boys in the back.
This business was not an affiliate of the fighting/ wrestling commission and wasn’t any better
than a backyard promotion. The organization was very sketchy in it’s operation, in which that was apparent to everybody involved.
The four thieves were ready to strike Rumble, even to point of killing him to hide their crime.
The duo rushed at him with a crow bar and a screwdriver.
Humble dodged the assault and punched the first thug in his Adam's apple. The thief grabs his throat, as the fighter does a spinning back fist to the hurting thug.
The thief falls to the ground, like a sack of potatoes.
The remaining thief with a crowbar hit the fighter in his left blocking arm.
Rumble kicked the thug in the left side of his head with his right leg.
The thug fell to the ground out, like a light.
Rumble soccer kicked both men in their heads to make sure that they were out. He put both men on top of them in a double arm bar and snapped both of their right arms. He did the same to the attempted thieves’ left arms.
Rumble spoke,”Good luck, trying to rob me again with your arms broken and your heads split open. Try to steal from me will ya!”
The masked fighter yelled,”You suckers were just gonna let this punks rob from me and not do anything about it? Were is the supposed fraternity among the boys? What a crock of bull crap!”
The rest of the boys in the locker rooms were frozen, as if they were statues.