In the not too distant future, a group of jaded billionaires met on a private island and shared their darkest sadomasochistic fantasies. They all enjoyed watching combat sports, competitions to the death between evenly matched opponents. Muay Thai fighters vs wrestlers, karate vs kung fu, boxers vs streetfighters, but over time, the formula grew tired.
They needed fresh excitement, longer odds, greater stakes.
Then, one well-known social media billionaire came up with an idea. Take an actual highly skilled hero, and pit him against increasingly impossible odds. See how long he could endure, and what kind of painful death he would eventually succumb to...
There were many living heroes to choose from, or resurrect using genetic engineering, or even create from fictional sources. Bruce Lee or Shang-Chi, James Bond or Tarzan, Jean-Claude van Damme or Chris Benoit. The list was endless. perhaps they’d work through all of them. And their opponents? A line up of bigger, stronger, tougher fighters, both unknown and infamous.
This wasn’t to be a fair contest. It would be a pure spite match, the odds STARTING against the hero and becoming rapidly tougher.
The sole hero has to survive against a total of 50 men. No rounds. A new fighter entered the arena every time an opponent is defeated, or every TWO minutes whatever is happening in the arena. If the hero was struggling to defeat an opponent, he would soon be facing two, three or more. Worse, entire teams are allowed to enter at the same time. Combat continues until the hero defeats all 50 men - or dies.
The fighting arena was a wide circular sandpit with a high unscalable wall. Any doors were expertly concealed. A single row of seats looked down into the arena, enough to seat fifty people.
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The first hero chosen was Shang-Chi. Height 5’ 7”, weight 145 pounds. Light, agile, skinny looking when clothed but sporting a compact, highly defined muscular body that was fully revealed by the tight black Speedos he was required to wear. Shang-Chi was a powerful master of Chinese kung fu.
Fifty wealthy men and women from all around the world took their seats as Shang-Chi warmed up below them. There were many famous faces, and many more who chose to keep their power and their billions or trillions hidden from the world. To add a frisson, they had tablets in their hands that allowed them to wager on Shang-Chi’s fate, who he will beat, who will finish him. The sums involved were huge.
And below them, below the arena, the many opponents of Shang-Chi warmed up. Some he knew. Others knew him. Unfortunately for Shang, these men could also watch the fights on huge HD screens, studying Shang-Chi’s form, looking for weaknesses, watching for injuries they could exploit.
The first tranche of opponents stood waiting to enter the arena. To warm up the hero, he’d first face a TEAM of men that had fought James Bond in the past.
Red Grant, height 5’ 10”, solid muscular build, homicidal paranoiac, convicted murderer, SPECTRE assassin. Master of karate, uses garrotte.
Oddjob, height 6’ 6”, solid muscular build with ‘arms like thighs’, black belts in judo, karate, tae kwon do. Armed with a steel throwing weapon disguised as a hat.
Hinx, height 6’ 5”, most heavily muscular of the three at 275 Ibs, brutal street fighter.
After the three ‘Bond’ villains, other villains would enter, but the the main event were three huge, freakishly huge, insanely powerful musclemen called Jakob Talos, Otoro and Myron Mason. They were not expert fighters. They didn't need to be. Their only techniques were to either bearhug or trample their victims to death!
Jakob was a big, hairy Canadian, 6’ 8”, 320 Ibs, the man literally wrestled wild bears for fun. Otoro was a 6’ 4”, 620 pound Sumo wrestler who used his massive weight advantage to literally turn opponents into paste. Myron was an enormous Nigerian bodybuilder who carried a thick steel bar, almost s girder, which he used as a STRANGLING weapon! He could effortlessly bend it into a knot. His favourite technique was to bend the iron bar around his victims throat, and watch them struggle and fail to unbend it!
All three muscle men claimed their’s was the strongest bearhug. This was difficult to prove, since NO ONE had survived their crushing power. Once they got their arms around you, that was it. Game over. And one by one, Shang-Chi would have to fight them. Too slow, and he might find himself up against all three!
Should Shang defeat them, a small army of bodybuilders, MMA fighters, North Korean tough guys, boxers, wrestlers & street fighters were lined up to beat the fuck out of Shang-Chi.
He really had zero chance of survival! But how far would he progress?
Three concealed doors opened in the wall and Grant, Oddjob and Hinx stepped up into the arena. Shang-Chi glanced up at a huge digital clock far overhead. It began the two minute countdown until the next opponent entered!
Shang-Chi was looking super fit. Zero body fat. Every body part trained to PEAK performance. He was wearing just black Speedos and was barefoot. Grant was wearing some kind of black body stocking. Shang noted it had padding on the chest, elbows, knees, probably light body armour, and he wore thin soled slippers. Oddjob was barefoot, wore a tatty white judo gi and was incongruously wearing a bowler hat. Hinx wore a knee-length leather overcoat, black gloved, boots.
120 seconds … 119 seconds … 118 seconds … Jakob was already warming up to enter the fight! And behind him, another 46 men!
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