Freedom Force and The Dark Order

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler stood balanced on the edge of the chopper, ready to leap when the pilot gave the signal, right beside him was Sergeant Alex Smith. They had kept low to avoid detection by radar. This was it. If they pulled off this infiltration, then they would prevent the Dark Order from gaining the upper hand in this ongoing guerrilla war. The loss of this lab and the destruction of the super soldier serum they were working on, according to Agent Jeff Powers, their inside man that had managed to infiltrate the Dark Order and this lab, would put the final nail in the coffin of the Dark Order.

Since the formation of Freedom Force, an organization operating as an independent entity under the supervision of the Secretary of Defense, they had begun to cripple the ability of the Dark Order to spread the chaos and destruction that was their calling card. Countless lives and countless billions had been lost to their precision strikes around the globe. Freedom Force gathered together the best of the best throughout the US Military to form a squad of the most elite special forces from every branch of the US Military the nation had ever seen. The mission of Freedom Force was simple, to counter the Dark Order, to hunt them down, and destroy them. Conventional military assets had tried, and failed. The Dark Order was adept at hiding, and even more adept at rapidly relocating when their bases were discovered. The Dark Order had managed to attract the most skilled, most ruthless, most dangerous collection of mercenaries and fighters that had ever been assembled. They also had attracted some of the most brilliant scientists and military minds in the underworld. Some of the tech they had developed had defeated even the best the US Military could throw at it.

But all of that had begun to change since Freedom Force was founded. The collection of elite talent gathered in one organization had managed to counter the Dark Order time and time again, slowly wearing them down and eroding their power.

This was the Dark Order’s last chance, and after the loss of this lab, they would quickly lose this war. And now, Sergeant Tyler Johnson and Sergeant Alex Smith were ready to knock them out with one final raid.

Back during the founding of Freedom Force, two years ago, the military had devised a test used to select only the very best.

Even before joining the Marines, Tyler was in love with the gym, martial arts, nutrition and building himself into the strongest man he could be. He had a black belt in BJJ as well as Karate before he even entered the Marines. Once in the Marines, he soaked up his marksmanship, survival, endurance, and explosives training, always hungry for more. He had a brilliant mind for tactics and strategy, and excelled at every discipline he was introduced to.

So it was that when Tyler, just a simple Private at the time, just a grunt in the United States Marine Corps, had taken the test, he scored practically at the top of the charts in every category, strength, athleticism, stamina, recovery, endurance, willpower, resistance to torture and interrogation, marksmanship, weapons handling, tactics, and strategy. He not only passed, but he had scored higher than any other candidate, except for Sergeant Alex Smith, whose own scores were nearly identical to his. Together, the two of them were placed in charge of field operations for Freedom Force, under the supervision of General Steel who reported directly to the Secretary of Defense.

He would never get used to the celebrity that he had become. There were times when he wished he was back in the Marine Corps, shooting what his Sergeant told him to shoot. Life had been simpler then. Now, alongside Alex, they are more than just grunts. They were the face of Freedom Force, the shining soldiers heroically fighting against the Dark Order.

He’d had many talks with General Steel about how to deal with the public. Tyler would never forget the General’s words after he complained about the unwanted celebrity., “Son.. You may not like it, but you are a symbol of hope to these people. You offer us the best hope to finally put the Dark Order down, to put an end to their attempts to upend the world. You aren’t just a grunt anymore, Tyler. You are something more. In the eyes of the people, you are a hero. In private, you can sit and wish you were still just a Jarhead, but in public, you can’t afford that. Morale, Tyler, is a very ephemeral thing. And yet… morale can turn the tide of a war. You have a natural charisma combined with talents and gifts that other men can only dream of. Use them all, Tyler. On the battlefield and off.”

But despite everything that had happened over the last two years, he still thought of himself as a simple grunt. He was a soldier, a warrior, a fighter, fighting for a cause he deeply believed in. He’d seen first hand the mayhem caused by the Dark Order, and he would fight to his dying breath to stop those evil bastards.

When the pilot gave the signal, he and Alex leapt out of the chopper, plummeting one hundred feet down to land about a mile from the top-secret Syndicate lab that their inside man, Agent Jeff Powers, had revealed to them. Alex and Tyler leapt side by side, their chutes opening at once. Tyler wore a simple pair of combat boots, black fatigues, and a black battle top, with body armor and a chest carrier, a submachine gun slung across his back, a combat knife sheathed in his chest carrier. His tactical belt held his silenced Glock G7,a taser, another combat knife, bolt cutters, a lockpicking kit, a medkit,two frag grenades, and two flash bangs, and a C4 explosive device to take the lab down.

The two men landed in the small clearing, their chutes detaching easily. Sergeant Tyler rapidly took out his pistol, and professionally scanned the perimeter of the clearing, looking for any sign that Dark Order operatives might have spotted them. But the coast was clear. He turned then, to look at Alex Smith. His brother in arms. Alex was powerfully built, slightly more muscular than Tyler was. And, Alex was just about the most handsome man that Tyler had ever laid eyes on. He’d been attracted to Alex since the first day they met, and after two years of working with Alex, Tyler’s attraction hadn’t lessened one bit. It had only grown stronger. Alex wasn’t only incredibly strong and good looking, he was a good man, one of the best soldiers in the world, and two years of working side by side with Alex had turned Tyler’s crush into something far more powerful. But Tyler had never, in any way, shown his true feelings to Alex. He’d wanted to, very badly, but he didn’t know if Alex felt the same way, and besides, they had a duty, a duty that was more important than Tyler’s personal feelings. He gave Alex a short nod, and led the way through the jungle. It was about a mile to the lab.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: I am looking into the darkness that surrounds us as I jump out of the plane right after my brother in arms Tyler Johnson. The darkness seems to swallow him and for a moment I lose some confidence. Tyler is not only a friend, he is even more for me. For 2 full years we trained together, suffered together and got stronger. We formed a bond stronger than any brother. He is not only gentle, handsome and a big support in my life but I could also see him as my partner, a man to die for and to live with. And even though I know he feels similar or even the same I didn't react to any of his signs of affection Tyler tried to hide his feelings but even so I noticed the way he looked at me. Is cock tending when he sees my naked body while working out or having a swim in the ice cold lake at our training station in the mountains when we trained our stamina and will, then even if I want to we have a duty and this is our primary target at the moment. Too much is at stake than for a relationship of 2 warriors to jeopardize the mission so many lives depend on. So many died, so many suffered at the Dark Order. Maybe after… when we won… there will be a time…. Together.

I shake my head as my thoughts come into the here and now, surrounded by darkness. I pull the trigger on the chute. Then moments later I landed next to Sergeant Tyler Johnson. I grab down to my crotch, hiding my excitement I got through my thoughts then get back to work. I put down my bag, checking for the explosives and weapons to still be in the right place, grab the goggles for the night vision, grab my knife and steel knuckles then check for my vest so my body is protected. My heavy boots sit perfectly like the rest of my outfit. My black tank top is fitting tight. Outlining my huge traps, my chiseled ABS and my strong chest filling its frame. Thick veins run through my chest and biceps, feeling to pulsate as I flex those muscles, ready to instantly react to any sign of danger. “I trained for this! I am ready!” I shout to myself in my inner voice as I TENSE my body. Every fiber of my muscled body is sharp and ready.

260 lbs of almost steel like muscles made through years of training and suffering. I built them up from a young age, when my father, a veteran of past wars, went with me into the woods for hiking, caming, and swimming. With an iron will and determination I created those massive muscles that will help me to persevere in almost any situation. My will and skills were forged in combat in home waters and abroad, doing my duty, protecting my people.

This was the reason why I, together with Tyler got chosen as the newest generation of soldiers for the Freedom Force. And together we fought many battles for them but never there was so much at stake as today. The Freedom Force entrusted the US with this duty and together with my partner we will prevail and weaken them once and for all!

I look at Tyler and nod back at him. Then we slowly go forward. Me checking the surroundings, showing him obstacles with my signs, then when I see an enemy I show him the direction for him to shoot as he is better with this. My body is my strength. I am a deadly fighter short range and even middle range but those fine arts are better left in capable hands. I nod as I see the shadow going down then we head towards the secret entrance.

A 10 digit code is needed to open it. I put in the numbers…then it opens. IT OPENS! So many brave men died for these numbers but it was worth it. I smile at Tyler, can’t hold back my emotions for a moment then take a deep breath. I go in first, a shield for my brother, paving the way as I have several C4 explosives in my back. 4 that we will have to put in the right places. We walk what feels like hours when we arrive at a bigger room. THE LAB! I think and show it to Tyler. Now it’s up for the two of us to do what we trained for.

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Alex had night vision goggles on as the sun was just setting, and the ground beneath the jungle canopy was pitch black. But Tyler did not, this was so he could easily use the tablet that kept them on course towards their target. One thing that Tyler was better at than Alex was marksmanship, one of the few things. Tyler was an expert marksman. A few times, on the way to their destination, Alex silently pointed out sentries guarding the jungle. Each time, Tyler would unholster his Glock G7, fit it with a silencer, and take careful aim. In each case, even though the distance was great, each shot put a single bullet through the head of the sentry and they moved on. They made an excellent team. They worked together like clockwork, often not needing to speak, just knowing what the other would do.

Carefully, we approach a hidden side entrance to the lab. It is not easy to see, covered by vines. But Agent Jeff Powers, our inside man, had described it perfectly to us. He had arranged to provide us with the code and disable the security cameras guarding this entrance so we could enter undetected. Without Jeff, none of this would be possible. One of our goals was to extract him with us on the way out.

Alex entered the 10 digit code, and just as promised, the door slid aside for us. He entered first, he always insisted on being first. But I always covered him from behind. I’d saved his life more than once this way, sniping an enemy who was about to shoot him, just as he had saved mine.

The lab is huge, but it is night now, and it is relatively quiet. A few times we spot guards or scientists walking down distant corridors, but each time, we melted into the shadows and we weren’t detected. I followed the map on my tablet, and before long we were at the door of the main lab. The lab is deep within the main base, and in addition to containing the serum, the four major support pillars that hold up the entire complex form the four corners of the lab, so we can take samples of the serum and plant our charges to destroy the facility all at once. Then we collect Alex, and fight our way out if need be before they go off.

I walk up to the door, and enter the code Jeff provided us, moving quickly, since I hear sounds in the distance. Silently, the door slides open and we slip into the lab. It is pitch black in here, as silent as a tomb. Now it was time for me to put my tablet away and switch to night vision goggles as well. I put them on my head, and the room lights up in a greenish cast. Carefully, I make my way back through the rows of lab benches, towards the secure storage cabinet containing the serum vials at the back of the lab. As they rounded the corner of the last bench, there, on the floor, in front of the cabinet, lay a body. Tyler’s senses heightened to the max. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He crept forward and nudged the body over onto its back. He stared down into the sightless eyes of Agent Jeff Powers.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max Irons, head of Dark Order security, stood silently off to the side in the pitch black lab as the Freedom Force commandos entered. They were right on time. Everything was going according to plan. Now, he simply had to wait for them to find the body of the late Jeff Powers. Oh, he had been a tough man to break, he had resisted until the very end, but Max Irons is a brutal, ruthless, sadistic bastard. He is driven by a merciless need to conquer and control, and what he wants he gets. And he got what he wanted in the end from Jeff Powers. Everything he wanted. It was only sheer luck that one of his communication engineers had managed to find the carrier wave concealed within their main satellite uplink that had been carrying detailed information about this lab back to Freedom Force. But they had found out. Their people were very good. Despite the recent string of victories against them that Freedom Force had achieved, the Dark Order was far, far from finished.

Especially with Max Irons on the job.

Max has a supreme will to conquer. It’s what brought him ultimately to the Dark Order. Everything else is just a means to this end. His delight is in the moment of conquest, the moment when his foe realizes that he has been defeated.

Max has spent his life building his body and mind into the ultimate weapon. He trains ruthlessly and relentlessly, honing himself, pushing himself in every possible way. His 6’2 frame was packed with 230 pounds of steel-hard, combat forged, herculean muscle. He was far, far stronger than he looked, having trained for strength so ruthlessly that he could match the power of men far larger and seemingly more muscular than he was with ease.

He joined the Australian SAS as a young man, his talents for combat and fighting were exceptional. Driven by his ambition to be the best, to conquer and control his opponents, he quickly learned everything the Australian SAS could teach him, tactics, advanced hand to hand fighting, weapons, explosives, leadership skills, and infiltration. He had black belts in BJJ, Karate, Krav Maga, as well as Muay Thai.

He was utterly ruthless, and racked up an impressive record, but even his hard-bitten SAS comrades had grave concerns about his methods. His time with the Australian SAS ended abruptly when he went too far in a training session. His sparring partner was one of the best fighters in the SAS, and the contest was evenly matched. Unable to swallow the possibility of defeat, he killed his opponent.

He was thrown out of the Australian SAS and found his way to the Dark Order, an organization devoted to world domination by any means necessary. He quickly rose to become head of security. When Freedom Force was founded, gathering the best and most elite soldiers from across the US Military, the Dark Order found themselves on the back foot. Unable to match the might of Freedom Force, the Dark Order launched a secret project to create a super soldier with the power and might capable of standing up to Freedom Force.

The Iron Mercenary, as he was known, was put in charge of this secret project for one reason. He got results.

Like today. Just moments after the two Freedom Force commandos discovered the dead body of Jeff, he switched every light in the lab on at once.

From the far side of the lab, carefully concealed, six elite Dark Order troopers leapt into view, each one dressed in the familiar Dark Order uniforms, black combat boots, black combat trousers, black armored vest with the Dark Order insignia emblazoned on their chest, with a black beret. Each one highly trained and fully armed. In their midst, dressed in the very same uniform, but with an officer’s insignia, stood Max Irons, The Iron Mercenary.

He snarls, “Got you fuckers. Your mate Jeff there was very helpful, unfortunately, as you can see, he didn’t survive the questioning. Too fucking bad. I was looking forward to teaching that worthless piece of shit new ways of hurting. But you two will do. Capture those fuckers, boys, but don’t kill them. I’ve got plans for those two.”

The enemy soldiers are armed with what looks like cattle prods, the tips sparking. The huge muscle beast of an officer watches as the six Dark Order troopers move in, encircling the trapped Freedom Force heroes!

10:23 Soldier_Alex: I look around as we enter the lab. So far everything seems empty and going according to plan. I see the cabinet with the stored supersoldier serum. I open it quickly and take out 2 samples, sealing them in a steel container then put in the small C4 I just bought as a little extra. This all only took some moments then we walked in further. My body freezes as suddenly a body lays in front of us. I waste no time and get closer, watching the environment then turn the body around. “SHIT!” It’s our man. “It’s a TRAP!” Just as I speak the words the lights turn on. In seconds I toss the night goggles away as the soldiers start to fill the lab. Before I get up I take another of the C4 Explosives and put them under Jeff then I get closer to Tyler to protect his back.

I stay calm, focused. The steel knuckles already on my fists I look as those men surround us then look at the tall guy, looking like he is their superior. “Can you handle them Ty?”

Then I push the buttons of my bag and it falls down at once and KICK it towards the corner. As those troopers are distracted I grab the hidden knife from my sleeve and toss it at the man next to me. It hits its target right in the head as I then rush towards the troopers.

I smile as I get closer to the first. A short glimpse of their uniform tells me all I need to know. I swift punch lands in his unprotected side right around his armpits, the hard steel breaking the bone, sending a shockwave through his body and before he even realizes it then my left fist lands into the side of his jaw, dislocating it and sending is body down onto the ground in mere seconds.

“Is that all you got?!” I snarl as I start to face the second. My eye looks back at Tyler as he engages into the fight as well. Confident in his skills I know he can fight for a time but we cannot fight a dozen enemies at once. I have a look at the officer of the Dark Order, our eyes stare at each other for a moment, I look at him with hatred and disdain, knowing I must defeat him to win.

The 2nd trooper is better prepared, blocking my first punch. Technically faster than me. I struggle for a moment as he sends a barrage of fists towards me. Taking them in as I FLEX my body, try to absorb some of the impact as he annoyingly blocks most of my attacks. So I have to change the tactics. Getting in close I prevent him to make a strong punch against me, pressing my muscular frame against his tough, but smaller body, my strong hand get on his face, locking is jaw and the temple of his head then ROOOOAR out loud as I TWIST my hands around to SNAP is neck in one powerful move.

Then looking again at the officer. “Dare to make your hands dirty and fight a REAL man?” I his as I still hold the twitching corpse in my hands. The 2 troopers next to me seem to back off, the fear visible in their faces.

10:23 Jordan Peak: Those pesky soldiers waste no time to attack us. The muscle bull attacked straight ahead and made 2 easy fast kills making some of my comrades gasp in fear but I stayed focused on the smaller of the bunch. I am a trained mercenary, 190 lbs of tough muscles, trained by Max Iron, one of the best fighters I have ever met. As the soldier puts away his goggles I leap forward, not giving him time to make the first move. I wanna put him on the defensive. Cutting the distance I KICK my heavy boot up and towards his side. My beret falling down as I focus all my strength into that first attack, look into his eyes as I try to distract him long enough for my mates to follow up. “Let's get him COMRADES!” As I then try to bring my boot back on the ground to send a ROUNDHOUSE KICK towards the jaw of the soldier and bring him down like a tree.

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: As I see the face of Jeff, I know all of this was a trap. The lights come on, and all hell starts breaking loose. Max Irons!! HOLY FUCK. He is on our most wanted list, but no one has managed to take him yet. The odds aren’t good. 7 vs. 2.

I whip my night vision goggles off, and take out my Glock G7.

Then as Max gives his stupid little speech, Alex goes into beast mode. Alex is a total powerhouse, he hits hard, he moves fast, he’s just about the most skilled hand to hand fighter I’ve ever met or known. In a flurry of blows with his steel knuckles and expert knife strikes, two of the troopers are down in a flash.

Meanwhile, I have my own troubles. The other four seem to surround me, leaving Alex to face Max. If anyone can take out Max Irons, it’s Alex. The first one rushes me while the other three cautiously circle, launching his heavy combat boot at my side. I twist expertly, my thickly muscled body responding with combat-trained reflexes, taking that boot in my abs instead of my side. My abs are steel hard, and I flow with the blow to reduce the impact even more, just in time for his roundhouse kick to flash over my head, while I bring up my Glock and fire a bullet straight up towards his chin. The other three are closing in now, and I crouch, my thighs like coiled springs, and leap up about 3 feet onto a lab bench, backing off to get a good view of the remaining troopers.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I snarl in rage as Alex takes out two troopers rapidly and expertly. But I love a challenge, always have. I thrive on challenges. He’s bigger than me, but he’s about to find out that size and strength are not the same things. I reply, “Oh yeah, I dare to get my hands dirty. I’ll enjoy ripping your fucking head off.” I don’t draw my weapon, as I still hope to take both men alive. Instead I surge forward towards the heavy soldier, my fists flashing blindingly fast, my left smashing straight forward, aiming for his chin, my right following up just as rapidly in a cross for his jaw, while my left snaps back to guard, and then my left boot kicks out, low and savage, seeking to smash the big powerhouse in his right kneecap.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: Focused on my opponent as he approaches. I heard a lot about this Iron Mercenary! If I am able to bring him down we would deal a severe blow to the Dark Order and take out one of their heads. I FLEX my body, looking in his eyes as he goes for the attack. I move to the side but also closer as you start your firing fists. I avoid the blow into my jaw but take the full barrage into my upper body. I FLEX it, having some protection from my vest but then go down by that kick towards my kneecap. I grunt for a moment but not from pain, just to fight it before it emerges.

Then looking up I just give you a grin sending a hard punch from below towards you. Aiming for the area right below your west and crotch to drive my fist into the lower part of your ABS to test their strength. Then I force myself up, pain shoots through my knee but I have no time for pain. Using my size and strength as an advantage I BUMP into you, our bodies meet for a split second, feeling your trained and battlehardend body as you feel mine, enjoying as I feel some superiority in size and strength, knowing I can make the Freedom Force proud by taking you on, as I PUSH you away just to KICK both feet up and land both boots right into your chest. Even with your vest I know that's gonna hurt!

Then getting right after I land, focusing on the big warrior. “It will be me, holding your head!” Looking at my opponent, slightly kicking my right leg to ease the pain. But look deep into those dark eyes of my opponent, checking his reaction as I have a small grin on my face.
“I will rid the world of you and make it a better place by defeating you!” Looking proud as I FLEX my huge frame.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: This Freedom Force Commando is a powerhouse, he must be around 260 pounds of solid muscle. He’s also confident, fast, and incredibly strong. In short, just the kind of opponent I like to kill. My boot smashes into his right knee, sending him down to the floor, and I can see by the way he uses it that I’ve hurt him, but he blocks my punches, which is what I expected.

I move towards him, intent on finishing him, but he moves faster than I expect for such a big man, driving up from the ground and slamming his fist into my abs. The blow was enormously powerful, with all of that Commando’s steel-hard, ultra-strong muscle behind it. But that’s when the hero gets his first shock. My abs are like solid steel. I’ve focused on building my core strength over my entire career as a soldier, and I’ve trained and strengthened my abs to just about as strong as it is possible for human abs to get. That fist, even one as powerful and tough as this powerhouse Commando’s, might as well slam into a brick wall. There’s no give to my abs, and only a minor grunt as your fist smashes them. I do feel some pain, but it is minor, and doesn’t even slow me down.

Then, you are right up against me, your thick, hard muscle barely contained by your vest, slams into my equally hard, but leaner, muscle, combat-forged and trained to an elite level. I move to smash my fist into your face, but again you show off that impressive speed, leaping up into the air and drop kicking me in my lean, steel-hard pecs. The athleticism and speed of the move from such a big man takes me by surprise, and the impact smashes me backwards into a lab bench. The bench shakes as I hit it, beakers rocking and crashing. My steel-hard chest is throbbing in pain from the power of that kick.

But I snarl, pushing off the bench and come at you, as our eyes meet and I see the pride and cocky grin on your face, mouthing defiance. I reply, “I will make you suffer in ways you never imagined possible, and enjoy every moment of watching you die slowly.”

I spit then, showing my contempt and hatred for you, right into your eyes. There was another reason for it too. I was hoping to distract you for a brief moment, long enough for me to explode with unbelievable speed, spinning around to bash my left boot towards the side of your head in a roundhouse kick, moving so fast I was a blur.

But even that kick was only part of a larger combo, as soon as my roundhouse kick swung around, the momentum carried me on through smoothly, gracefully with the skill of one of the world’s most elite warriors, into one of my most destructive moves in my arsenal, the spinning back kick.

Planting my left boot, and harnessing the momentum of that roundhouse kick to further increase the speed and destruction as my right combat boot spun right around, and lashed out with enough force to shatter a brick wall, directly towards your abs.

10:23 Jordan Peak: I land right on my feet after the roundhouse kick. Still turning when I suddenly see a gun. “FUCK!” Is all I can say then he shoots. Using the momentum I still turn, feel the bullet scratching my skin right around my chin. My head turns white for a moment as I land on the ground. In shock, my heart pounding as Diego leaps in, karate chops your hand to force you to drop the gun, then sends his elbow towards your chin. All the way I sit on the ground, recovering as one of my comrades comes, helping me up. “Don’t look for me, get HIM!” I return harshly as he goes after the soldier. Break his bones, but keep him alive!”

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: My shot missed Jordan, but I don’t let that slow me down. From atop the lab bench I try to keep all four of the troopers in sight, but I’m only seeing three. I decide to kill one now, I aim my Glock, about to shoot one of them in the head, when the fourth, Diego, suddenly leaps up on the bench behind me, and chops my wrist. I curse my lack of situational awareness, the sharp chop delivered expertly, clearly these troopers know how to fight, sending a wave of weakness through my hand and arm, making me drop my gun.

But despite getting surprised, my combat reflexes are fast and sharp. I lean back, avoiding that elbow as it comes slicing in for my chin, my hands darting up to grab that forearm before Diego and pull it back, in an absolute blur of motion, I twist with my back to Diego, yanking down his forearm over my muscle-packed, steel hard chest, and judo tossing the guard over my shoulder, sending him hurtling through the air off the bench to smash into the other three guards!

10:23 Soldier_Alex: I look into my opponent's eyes as he spits, fully aware that he tries to distract me. I prepare for you as you charge, bring my hands up to block your kick towards my head. The smile is visible as I try to counter but you are faster. UUUUUUGHHH! I gasp as you turn some more and use the momentum to send your boot into my ABS. I FLEX them hard but still the force makes me gasp and sends me flying towards the pillar.

I see some stars for a moment but shake my head and go back to the fight. My vest protected me from a big part of the force, my own muscles did the rest but it still hurts. I fight the urge to touch my ABS as I keep my eye on you. This Officer is a Mercenary through and through. His physique is slim but very powerful. I felt it as I bumped into him. And my attack on his ABS did nearly no real damage. But that makes me grin. A worthy opponent through and through and it will be an honor to beat the crap out of him. I just need to get the upper hand before any of his guards interfere.

I leap forward looking for an opening. I don't have any time to look or think about Tyler. I must finish this quickly. Then I get an idea. I get closer then send a barrage of my fist towards the open parts of this officer. Attacking the arms, face and pits area then even when you block, my steel knuckles will deal some pesky injuries on you, even shatter your hand if you block it with them. I sent 1…2…3…4 punches towards your face, step to the side for an elbow to your chaw then followed by a devastating punch towards the region under your armpits. Every punch is powerful as I take deep breaths every time and look for counters.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: He is good, this Freedom Force Commando, one of the best I have ever faced. But as good as he is, he is not prepared for the combo I unleash on him. Yes, the handsome, steel-hard Commando expertly blocks my roundhouse kick, but my spinning back kick catches him off guard, slamming powerfully into his incredibly strong and thick muscle gut, smashing him back into a pillar. That kick did some damage. Grinning, I charge forward to engage him, but he leaps at me at the same time, shaking off the effects of that kick, though I saw the wince of pain in his face.

He is wearing steel knuckles on his fists, I can see he prefers to fight with his fists. As do I. It’s an effective choice in close combat situations. He throws his barrage of fists for my head, and I know better than to try to block them, so instead I rely on my speed, slipping with expert skill and incredible reflexes to the right, then the left, then leaning back, then twisting to avoid the final punch.

However, I was not able to avoid that elbow to my jaw which I never saw coming. As the elbow smashes into the side of my jaw, my head snaps brutally to the side, and some blood sprays out of my mouth. I’m seeing stars, and pain is throbbing in my badly hurt jaw from that blow. I stagger backwards. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been hit so hard. Fortunately, you hit me so hard with that elbow that it actually knocked me backwards, just out of range of your punch to my armpit.

But even though I was dazed and bleeding from my mouth, my training was so superb, so instinctive, my combat-forged muscle so conditioned, that I was able to take advantage of your missed punch. My Krav Maga black belt training was so deeply drilled into me that my reaction was instinctive, as I reached out with my hands to seize the wrist of your fist while your arm was fully extended away from your body, having just missed the punch to my armpit.

My hands expertly manipulate your wrist, moving in a blur of speed and skill, as I locked your arm up, ending up standing beside you, locking your arm up with my right arm, and my left fist free.

My left arm was free, and as I gripped the knuckles of your left hand, as I fought to pry those steel knuckles off your fingers while controlling your wrist with my right hand, my left fist smashed out, a hard, brutal punch with precision and power thrown from my shoulder,driving directly towards the side of your undefended jaw.

10:23 Jordan Peak: I get up as Diego goes full in. The other guards just stand there like buffoons, and I get angry. But no time to tell them as this soldier throws Diego towards us. He did the best he could but would have needed help from the others. I must coordinate my attack with him the next time we can. I duck to the side to avoid him but he crushes into the other guards and then I just go all in. I can’t give him time to grab another weapon or take one of us out and LEAP forward, full speed then send my shoulder into your ABS with full force and send the both of us flying towards the laboratory table. “I WILL BRING YOU DOWN”

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: No sooner had I tossed Diego off the lab bench directly into the cluster of guards, Jordan suddenly leapt up onto the lab bench I was standing on, and drove himself at me in a flying tackle. I didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver, so ended up taking a hard shoulder to my thickly muscled abs. I let out a slight grunt as my thick, powerfully muscled soldier’s body was smashed backwards, further along the row of benches. My back was driven hard onto the surface of the bench, smashing equipment beneath me, as I let out a grunt of pain. That had HURT. But the pain was for later.

My training kicked in instantly, I had built my body into a weapon for just these kinds of circumstances. As soon as Jordan’s shoulder smashed into my abs, my arms had dropped down to lock him in a guillotine choke, at the same time my legs opened, and wrapped up his hard muscled core in a guard once we smashed to the bench. Every muscle in my body tensed instantly into full power as I tried to use my great strength and skill to crush his throat and break his neck.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: My eyes open wide as the officer grabs my wrist with such ease, blocking my movement for a moment. A bit in shock and felt some respect as he took my punches like a champ and then dismantled my right steel knuckles. Then his fist is coming right towards my unprotected jaw. My wrist and arm are still fixed. I can't move. FUCK!

UUUUGGGGGHHHH! Spit and blood flying as you deliver a direct punch. Even with the close range your punch is so powerful most men would go down defeated. Seeing stars for a moment, my body gets limp for a moment, my strong legs giving in as I go down to one knee while holding my arm. Some of my strength sapped out of me and pain shoots through my body and in a big dissantwange now. I can’t help but to get a glimpse at Jordan and see him going for the kill. “Good man!” I say with pride. Easing my worries as I know he has no problems with those guards. I shake my head to get my senses bak and focus. I start to flex my body again, putting some strain against you as I gather all my strength to move and put you off balance. My 260 lbs of muscles pounding as I grunt. Then I send my knuckled fist towards your legs. Aiming for the soft inner side in hopes to break the bone or at least bring you down as well. But realizing I got less power and precision than before and with my right side blocked I have a very bad angle but do it anyway! “I WON'T GO DOWN THAT EASY!” Knowing those won’t be enough I continue Then bring the fist up to rake those eyes. At the same time I force my feet off the ground and try to stand up while lifting you up.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: As I feel my fist blast him in the jaw, a blow that sends even this powerhouse down to one knee, I finally manage to wrench the steel knuckles off his fist, and smoothly work them onto my fist, now I can match his brutal punching power with my own. Nothing like stealing your enemies weapons to use against them.

I glance over and with irritation see that the troopers are in trouble against the other Freedom Force Commando. No matter. I’ll finish this big muscle head off first, then go help out the troopers. It took me several seconds to rip the steel knuckles off his fist and fit them on my own, I thought I would have more time. That punch nearly knocked him out, but he is far tougher than I counted on, and suddenly I feel his body tense, all of his muscle turning harder than steel. I begin to throw a punch towards his head again, but he is faster this time!! His left fist smashes out towards my leg, near the side of my knee. It’s not a great angle, but what he lacks in technique he makes up for in power.

I howl in pain as his fist slams into my left knee. My knee explodes with sharp pain, and I fall down beside him on one knee. He brings his fist up towards my face, planning to rake my eyes, but despite the pain I’m in, I still have my new steel knuckles on my left fist. Your right arm is still trapped, which means you have no free hand to try and defend my next fist, as I smash it full force into the middle of your powerful abs, targeting the exact same spot I smashed up earlier with my spinning back kick. Just as you are trying to stand up, let’s see if you can keep standing up after taking a blow, with steel knuckles, directly to your battered abs.

I wildly move my head back and forth to keep it out of range of your left hand, but you do catch me on the side of my face, clawing my bearded face, and cutting two bloody lines down my face, making me howl again in pain.

10:23 Jordan Peak: I hit this soldier directly. “Get him comrades!” But again there is no follow up. I GRUNT and gasp as you trap me in the guillotine and feel your legs around my strong body. I am too let to flex and grunt as you break one rip, making me cough some blood. But worse is the grip on my throat and neck. “NO! BOSS!” I shriek out in vain!

My body starts twitching, my fist coming up, barraging the soldier's side, hitting the face at least once or twice but my punches are unfocused. The strain is great and after another surge of force from you my body starts spasm, my punches getting of course then there is a SNAP! One last spasm then my once strong and muscled body goes limp, hanging in your grip like dead weight and Diego lets out a scream of despair!

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: I secure the guillotine choke with perfect skill, every muscle in my body is flexed like cabled steel, veins are standing out on the side of my neck and my thick flexed muscle. He throws wild punches, but they don’t stop me. He screams out, then suddenly SNAPPPPPPPP I break his neck. I glance over, and to my shock and horror, I see Alex sinking to his knee, looking dazed and battered. I simply can’t believe it. It’s just not possible. No one, and I mean NO ONE can beat Alex in hand to hand combat. Especially not someone so much smaller than he is. He is the ultimate powerhouse, the best, plain and simple. Suddenly, I know I have to help him. I throw off Jordan’s dead body, and scramble up to my feet, ignoring the troopers, getting ready to jump to Alex’s aid. I would die before I let anyone hurt Alex.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: I feel how my opponent struggles as my blows are at least powerful and deal some damage. But this leaves my body wide open and you got my weapon and can use it against me. SHIT! As I realize my core is left wide open with no way to defend it. I gasp hard as those steel knuckles hit my hard ABS. Already weakened from the hit before and still a bit weakened from the hit onto my jaw, your punch sinks in deep, wrecking my ABS. SPIT flying hard right as I am about to lift you up. I feel my fingers scratch your face. Thick drops of blood running down as I ROAR out, holding you in the air for a split second…

Then my body gives in as my ABS brake. A shockwave of pain runs through me as I just sink down fast. Fall onto the concrete floor with you on top of me. “FUUUUCK!” My body twitching underneath the smaller but seemingly stronger men. My proud body, victorious in so many battles, useless and weak. I am unable to flex it and the core strength is gone. Your weight forces the air out of my lungs. In serious troubles now, panicking but then see Tyler rush towards us to help. I can’t help but to fall in love even more as he is about to risk his life for me.

I try to fix the Iron Mercenary as best as I can with the remainder of my strength. It’s up to my partner now…. One of my arms wraps around your waist, trying to hold you down as I am under you. “Get him my LOVE!” I roar out loud, surprised that I said it right as I do. But it feels right at that moment, filling me with hope instead of despair.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: My fist smashes deep into the Freedom Force Commando’s incredibly powerful core abs. It’s clear he wasn’t ready for the blow, especially not in the same spot I kicked him earlier, and definitely not with his own steel knuckles!! Even so, I only just manage to drive that fist past his ab wall, but in the end, my technique, my brutal strength, and the Commando’s own steel knuckles do the job, smashing past his ab wall and coring him deep, my fist sinking into his body doing tremendous damage to the powerhouse.

You had just started to lift me up, but like chopping down a mighty tree, my fist to your abs fells you, and you collapse with my 230 pounds of hard, hairy, brutal muscle smashing down on top of those mighty pecs, blasting the air out of you.

I look up as I see the other Freedom Force Commando rushing to the aid of his partner, but I can still see three troopers. They will handle him. I have faith in my men.

But what the powerhouse shouts out makes me smile. I snarl down at the big powerhouse trapped beneath my weight, “Your love is he? Well, I’ll be sure to cut him to pieces in front of you … we’ll make sure he stays alive for as long as possible so you can listen to his screams of agony.”

My hands lash out with brutal speed, as I adjust my weight on top of you. My knee is screaming in pain, but I push that to the background, and my face feels raw as blood drips down on top of you, but I am in the perfect position to cripple you and set you up for the kill.

My hands grab your wrist, as one of my arms twists under your shoulder and locking my wrist, securing a Kimura lock on your mighty, powerful right arm. Throwing all my muscle into the move, fighting back my own pain, I use my BJJ Black Belt to good use, attempting to break your arm.

10:23 Jordan Peak: As Jordan is thrown onto the ground unceremoniously, some nerves still twitching Diego gets up. Howling in anger he steps up, trying to prevent the soldier from reaching the officer. “You shall not pass!” He screams as he leaps forward, making a fist but still dazed from being thrown around just moments before. Realizing he is too far away to interfere, going down as he wants to help. He grabs a knife laying on the ground then throws it towards the soldier.

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: I’m totally focused on Alex … my heart beating in my chest. Fuck, I love him so much, I can’t lose him. I CAN’T As I scramble down off the bench, I watch in horror as the Iron Mercenary buries his fist, and wait … are those Alex’s steel knuckles on the Iron Mercenary’s fist?? That’s … impossible. The idea that anyone could take those off of Alex it’s ridiculous.

I hear his cry, and suddenly a sense of shock ripples down my body. Did he just call me his love? es mDid he say that? My determination redoubles! “HANG ON, I’M COMING!” I put on a final surge of speed, just as a knife, thrown with excellent skill, strike in the back, down low, right where my vest leaves a small gap as I run, just above the waistline of my trousers. It was an incredibly skilled throw. I gasped as the blade sunk into my muscled lower back, right in a kidney, the pain seared through my body like bolts of lighting. I stumbled, feeling suddenly weak, dropping to my knees, chest heaving as I reached around behind me to grab the knife and yank it out of my body, more blood soaking my trousers. The Dark Order was no joke. But I had to get up, had to get to Alex.. But if I didn’t fight off those other troopers, then there would be no one left to save Alex.

With an enormous effort of will, I stood back up again, badly wounded, but dropping into a combat stance, turning to fight off the troopers with an enormous fury despite the stab wound in my back. I was utterly desperate to save Alex.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: So many things happen at once. What I just said, the officer that still is on top of me and attacks me further. My powerful muscled body is struggling but still fighting. Veins pulsating on arms and chest as I still use all the strength I can gather in my body. My core, weakened and broken, something no one ever succeeded in doing so. I struggle, try to stay focused but it’s getting harder, realizing the disadvantage I have right now. My finger, filled with my opponent's blood, makes me smile in a wicked way but now it's his turn.

I grunt as he locks me in a BBJ hold, securing my arm then TWIST it. I struggle, trying to prevent it from happening but under him I am in a bad spot, and my arm is still in his control with no angle to get it free. My eyes open wide as he just moves my arm some inches. I HOOOOOWL out in agony as I hear a crack! My body twitches hard as I see stars. My powerful arm snapped and the strength there gone at once. It's AGONY! My body is getting weaker now. Tears start to form in my eyes but I cannot give up. NOT YET! Unaware what is happening with Tyler I open my mouth and BITE! The side of the lower ABS of my opponent. It’s a desperate move but the only way to distract him while I sent my knee into the back of his SKULL! Gonna need to slow him down.

All the while I see stars, losing some focus but the adrenaline surges through my body, then KICKING my legs off the ground, lifting my hips off the ground as a last effort to get rid of you. My body is covered in sweat nown, my right arm awkwardly twisted and limp. My senses dull from the pain. I know I can't beat my opponent but all my flights are around Tyler. I MUST give him a chance to fight his way out. He at least must survive! As I BITE harder, my mouth fills with blood.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: With brutal efficiency, expert skill, superior technique, and ruthless strength I lock in that powerhouses right arm tight in my kimura. It doesn’t matter that he’s bigger than me. Doesn’t matter that his muscles are massive and hard as steel. It doesn’t matter that he has biceps bigger than the guns of battleships… cause now … CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK The mother fucking Freedom Force Commando has a broken right arm. And he’s done. Or so I thought.

Just as I looked up grinning at the sight of his lover dropping to his knees, knifed in the back, he proved to me that he wasn’t done. I had made a grave error, I underestimated my enemy. And I paid. I’d sat back up so far to look at what was happening to the other Commando that the powerhouse’s knee rocketed up and smashed into the back of my head. I collapsed in a heap, only half conscious until suddenly outrageous pain erupted in my prized abs. The powerhouse had gotten his mouth against my abs, inside my combat vest, and was BITING MY ABS. The pain was OUTRAGEOUS. I screamed in agony as I felt my prize muscled abs getting ripped and torn and shredded by the powerhouse’s teeth. I suddenly ripped myself off him, rolling across the floor, one hand to the fire in my abs, the raw, savage bleeding wound even while the room was spinning. That fucker had given me a concussion, I know it. I tried to get up, but the room spun so much, I was nearly sick. How hard had he hit me? Shaking, I reached my hand around to the back of my head, it was wet with blood.

10:23 Diego: I sadistically grin as my knife hits the soldier right in his kidneys. A fury is burning inside me as I see the corpse of my former guardsmen. That once proud body limp and lifeless. It fills me with hate. I get closer, itching for revanche, my 2 friends right behind me.

“You are done now!” I hiss as I charge directly at him. Seeing the stab wound he must be weak now, the perfect opportunity to finish him off. Better kill him and face the fury of our boss then getting killed by them. I was a trained boxer, and my fists had broken men’s jaws before with one punch. Snarling with hate and rage for Jordan’s death, I smash this mother fucker with my fists, a right and a left for his jaw and his nose, trying to break him as my smooth, 175 lbs but strong body got closer, wanting to trap close range and then move my arms down so my grip traps his waist and movement so my partners could finish him off.

My ribs still in agony from the throw earlier and at least one rip broken but I must succeed unless our boss will punish us after he is done with the other soldier. Making the sacrifice for them to succeed in our endeavor. “This is for JORDAN!”

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: I can’t see what’s happening to Alex anymore, but I try to stay focused on the Trooper as he charges me. It’s hard, every movement is taking almost maximum effort. But I’d give ten times that for Alex. Nothing's gonna stop me. My guard is tight, and I’m readying an attack against Diego when suddenly I hear a CRACKKKKKK and a howl of agony, it was Alex!!!! I couldn’t stop myself, I turned towards him, catching a brief flash of tears in his eyes, and his right arm lying twisted at a weird angle. Horror hits me, and then Diego’s fists smash into my face, two hard, heavy blows, one on my jaw, sending my head snapping brutally to the side, spraying out blood, then another to my nose,CRACKKKKK, it breaks, spraying out more blood. The trauma was too much, and I collapsed into Diego’s arms, as he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me in place for his partners to come in and finish me. I’m drifting on the edge of consciousness, blood leaking out of my stabbed back, my broken nose, and my battered mouth, my eyes unfocused, not seeing anything.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: I force myself up on my feet. The adrenalin still rushes through me, sharpening my senses but my body shaking from pain. I feel some strength is still in me but I am severely wounded and soon the shock of the broken arm will suside. My ABS are broken, my insides injured and I know I need medical support.

I watch and see Tyler struggle but I have to take care of my opponent first before I can help him. I know that he can hold it out longer. He MUST! I BOUNCE my big pecs, FLEX my left arm and try to put some strength into my core but it's hard. I SPIT the blood, most of yours, some of mine, out of my mouth, shake my head and focus. I see my opponent struggle on the ground. He looks disoriented. I have to act NOW I know. This window of opportunity will close soon. Wasting no time I let out a ROAR then got closer. My right arm, hanging useless on my side.

I close the distance, lift my boot and KICK it right into the font of the Iron Mercenaries face! BAAAAAAM! I do it without hesitation, not giving him any chance of recovering. Hearing what sounds like a crack I hope to have broken in it but I am not done. I want more than just to disfigure that face! Mounting my strong opponent, legs left and right of him I look down, seeing the dizziness I just jump high into the air and aim to land my knee right in the middle of his ABS! Wanting to pay back the favor and destiny his ABS this time. Curious if they hold or if they will break like every brick wall that came into my way. BAAAAAM!

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Suddenly, as I lay there in a daze, trying to get up, I see the sight of that Freedom Force Commando, a massive powerhouse, charging me. Everything is in slow motion, and I cannot seem to move when suddenly, his boot lashes out towards my face. Desperately, my combat-training and instinct for battle kicking in even now, when I am clearly concussed, I whip my head backwards to avoid the kick. But I am not fast enough. However, my last minute attempt to dodge lessened the damage considerably. A kick that should have broken my jaw instead savagely snaps my head to the side, sending out a spray of blood and knocking me onto my back. I lay there, groaning, trying to get my fists up, when I see you suddenly straddling me, your broken arm hanging limply. I know what you are going to do before you do it.

And you don’t disappoint me. You drive your knee down in a knee drop towards my core. My core, with a savage bloody wound on it from your teeth, is already hurting. I try to summon the strength to roll aside, but I am still too dazed, too hurt. Your knee slams into my fully flexed core, backed by 260 pounds of brutally strong, Freedom Force Commando muscle. The shockwave of pain is like a meteor, sending out a wave of destruction ripping through the fortress of my ab wall, decimating my prized abs, and leaving ruined muscle in it’s wake. The pain is like an explosion in my brain, and your knee does something NO ONE has ever done before.

It breaks my flex, and cores me, your knee sinking deep into my powerful, steel-hard core, causing deep damage to my insides. I cough, and some blood sprays out, as I gasp for air. But also… your assault on my abs fills me with a fury, a rage, brings out a white hot demon of destruction, my savage and sadistic will to conquer. Despite the enormous pain, the savage agony, I sit up slightly, finding the strength from within the inferno of my rage and hate, and I spit up into your face, a bloody wad of spit and snarl, “FUCK YOU!”

The wave of fury unleashes a surge of adrenaline throughout my besieged steel-hard warrior muscle. Even with my broken core, I possess deep levels of strength and will to conquer. My fist cocks, your steel knuckles gleaming for a moment on my fist, then I smash that fist forward, driving it with all my rage, hate, and power directly into your already destroyed core, intending to unleash maximum devastation and damage on you.

10:23 Diego: I celebrate as I can lock this fucking soldier in my grip. The other guards were wasting no time. Coming closer, sending KICK into his body, then punching his upper body. Left and right but their punches are imprecise, needing more training and discipline. All the while I keep that fucker looked and close against my body.

I then SLAM the top of my head against his. FLEXING my body, fighting the agony I feel. “FINISH HIM BOY! DON'T WASTE TIME JUST KILL HIM!” Hoping the boss will not punish us but he seems to struggle himself so he will be happy when we just beat those fuckers and enjoy our victory. Looking at my bigger opponent, feeling the warm blood on his wound, I press my hand against it, wanting to let him feel pain and agony. “How does that FEEL?”

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: I’m drifting on a sea of agony, fighting to find the strength to make my wounded body obey me. Suddenly, a flurry of undisciplined, wild punches and kicks batter my body, sending bursts of new pain, damaging me, bruising me. They are trying to simply beat me to a pulp. Suddenly, shockingly I feel a hand on my stab wound. My eyes dart open, and ironically, that burst of pain was just what I needed. My eyes drift over to Alex, just as he drives his knee into The Iron Mercenary’s abs, despite being badly wounded himself.

The sight of that powerhouse, the man that I love and admire so much I can’t express it, crushing the Iron Mercenary fills me with a new hope and a surge of determination and adrenaline combats the deadly wound I have received. With a roar, I drove my fist into Diego’s throat, a savage punch into his Adam’s apple. I kick behind me, mule kicking another Trooper in his nuts, and I reach out to the final Trooper, grab his stun baton from his belt, and using his own weapon against him, I jab it, the tip sparking electricity into the Trooper’s throat!

10:23 Soldier_Alex: A savage grin on my face as my knee drives into the once hard core of the Iron Mercenary. I feel it struggle and break within an instant, my knee driving in deep, causing some severe damage internally as I now basically sit on top of my foe and watch the agony in his face.

But it’s no surprise that my opponent still goes on fighting. Blinding me for a moment with his blood and spit. His willpower equals mine, he would never submit but go on until he is done. Way too late I remember my steel knuckles, see it shine in the light then the impact is already imminent..

The punch runs through my already broken core. Sending another devastating shockwave through my body. Injuring more organs within and making my cough and spit out a mouthful of blood right into your face. I can’t believe that anyone would ever be able to defeat my body in hand on hand compat. But you did. My big muscles seem to be useless, defeated and this almost 2nd layer of protection is defeated and gone, my insides turned into a gulp.

Then my body just sinks in, falling to the side. Twitching, I hold my ABS, feel the pain and a red spot with blood visible on those once proud ABS. As I lay there I gather my willpower. It’s the last of it I know.

The adrenaline rush is already subsiding my broken core, unable to lift my powerful body up so I have to use my legs for my last attack., lift my foot and KICK my boot as hard and fierce I am able too towards his mouth. Then my core goes limp as I am barely able to move it. Using my legs as I try to get some distance to recover, but my boots slipping nearly every time. “FUCK I GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!”

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: The feeling of his fist smashing into the Freedom Force hero’s already shattered core was just like sex. The stolen steel knuckles on his fist plowed into the powerhouse’s shattered core like a comet, smashing through destroyed muscle, rupturing internal organs, his entire fist sinking into the powerhouse’s guts, those guts seeming to swallow the fist. He was only stopped by the hero’s spine.

Blood erupts from his mouth, covering my face, and I know I’ve hurt him, and hurt him badly. He falls off to the side. My own core is screaming in a pain I’ve never felt before, and blood is dribbling out of my mouth. I’m still woozy from the concussion, and my strength feels … so depleted. NO one has ever hurt me like this Freedom Force commando. I will make him pay. I will make him suffer unlike anyone has ever suffered before.

He lashes out at me with his boot, but the fires of rage are fueling me now, and my arm lifts up to guard my face, and seize his boot. He tries to back away, but I haul him in with my grip on his boot, and with well-practiced skill and elite training, I tie up your leg, holding it tightly to my chest, my legs wrapping around your thigh. It is hard, and every movement causes white hot pain to lance through my brain, and without my core strength, it is even harder. But my other muscles fight to compensate, and though the price is high in agony, I secure the knee bar.

Then, needed, requiring, DEMANDING that he suffer for hurting me, for nearly beating me, my muscles flex to the max, as I force his powerful leg to bend the wrong way, against the knee joint, going to BREAK his knee, his leg!

10:23 Diego: I enjoy every moment as we start beating that dam soldier more and more. I feel his pain and laugh as I feel his reaction of pressing my fingers into his wound. Expecting him to scream but suddenly he seems more furoutious and his will to fight comes back…

WTF?! That's all I can say. Eyes open wide and I wanna scream as you crush my windpipe. Some horrendous sounds escaping my mouth as I go down onto my knees, hands on my throat as I try to breath but can. My whole body in shock and agony as I look up and watch one of my former friends going down one after the other. Leeroy is going down with his nuts crushed, and Paolo gets his throat literally fried as his corpse slams down.

My head red as I desperately try to breathe, my hand scratching on my throat, streams of blood running down as I look for a way to open it. Wanting to curse at the soldier but not even able to do this or warn our boss as my body starts twitching.

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: My sudden burst of fists and feet does the job, knocking the Dark Order Troopers off me. Two of them are dead, as good as, and the last is too concerned with his smashed balls to matter. I feel a sudden wave of weakness pass through me, as I reach behind me to feel the blood leaking from my stabbed kidney. It’s a serious wound. But I can’t give in… Suddenly, I hear another scream of pain, it’s Alex.

My brother…my comrade … the man I’ve loved for so long. I struggle to turn, and see the Iron Mercenary all over him. There is so much blood coming out of Alex’s mouth, and the Iron Mercenary is on the verge of breaking his knee!

I charge forward, ignoring my pain, my agony, cocking my boot to kick The Iron Mercenary’s head off!

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I have the knee bar secured, I’m on the verge of shattering this powerhouse’s knee, when the other Commando charges towards me. I don’t have fucking time for this. My top arm flashes down to my tactical belt, pulls out my pistol, turns it on the charging Freedom Force Commando, and fires three shots.

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: I’ve never seen such reaction speeds before… this Iron Mercenary, is he even human? How could he move so fast after taking so much damage? How could he beat Alex? And before I can dodge, three bullets slam towards me. One smashes into my core, it’s like being kicked by a mule, but my body armor prevents the bullet from penetrating, though the shock of the shot practically breaks my flex. The second shot smashes into my chest, and again, my body armor absorbs the bullet, but the pain is unreal, my bones creak, and my pec is bruised badly. Then the third shot hits, slamming again into my abs. Already battered and bruised, the body armor already weakened, the bullet smashes through the weakened armor, and rips into my abs, destroying muscles and rupturing organs. I double up, collapsing to the floor, blood streaming out of my mouth, before I fall unconscious.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: I struggle hard, coughing out more blood from my smashed entrails. My leg is secured in my opponent's grip as he starts to put pressure on my knee. I start to scream, my fist slamming into the ground. My muscles, partly flexed, my core spasm as I see him grab his gun and shoot. “NOOOOOOOOOO!” I let out a scream of agony as I see how Tyler gets shot.

At the same time my knee breaks, forcing me to spit out more blood as tears start to run down my face. “Tyler….GET…UP…PLEASE!” Totally forgetting my own pain for a moment my heart shatters as I see Tyler collapse. My mind shatters and breaks. My resistance starts to stop. I feel helpless, useless and like a failure. All that training, all those muscles and I couldn’t save the man I loved. So many things in my mind I wanted to say to him. My body collapses back, more tears flowing as my beaten body twitches. “Tyler….Tyler….my love…”

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I break the powerhouse’s knee, crippling him almost completely now. I release his shattered knee, then stagger up, every movement a symphony of agony for my shattered core. I stand over you, wobbling, but spit down in your face. “Your love is he? Well, he’s dead now. He’s a failure. Just like you. Your failure spells the end of Freedom Force. I’ll make sure and give you a good death though. You earned that much, soldier.”

Then, the Iron Mercenary, staggers over to a wall, and grabs a six foot long steel rod, used in some experiment or the other, and then back over to Alex. He stares down into the powerhouse’s eyes, speaking one final time. “All that muscle of yours. All that training. All that dedication. And what did it lead to? Nothing. You were never in my league. Your lover is dead. Your mission has failed, and we will destroy Freedom Force. Die knowing that.” Then, my biceps surging with muscle, I drive the steel rod down like a spear, impaling your massive muscled body right over the solar plexus, driving through muscle, bone and flesh with unstoppable force, before smashing it’s way out of your back, leaving you impaled on the rod.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: My thoughts turning around, mind, body broken and destroyed. More tears still run down my face as you spit on my face then taunt me. I get some composure back and watch as you grab the steel rod. I cough out some more blood as you drive the rod through my chest. I flex them but it’s to no avail. My body wakend and I am defenseless as the spear runs through me.

One hand grabs the rod, I lift my head just a few inches, for more I am not able then SPIT the blood against you. Show you one last time my defiance, gargle some words out but realize I can’t speak anymore. My once powerful body is shattered and ruined. It feels like every part is broken and incurred. Then just give you a grin as my body starts to go limp. Looking up towards the ceiling and you. My breath gets shorter, more shallow as I start to feel tired. “Tyler” I gurgle out of my throat as I still hold the spear with one hand, about to pass out.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I stand gloating over the sight of the massively muscled Freedom Force Commando impaled through his mighty chest, all those thick, heavy, power-packed muscles of his broken, useless. Your bloody wad of spit hits me in the face, and with an evil smile, I lick it off with my tongue. My shattered core and smashed head are radiating sickening pain, but in my triumph, I can ignore it. I steady myself on that spear, and lift my boot, smashing it down with sickening force into your face. Blood explodes everywhere. I snarl, “Die, and let any hope of your precious Freedom Force die with you.” I lift my boot to smash it down on your face again, certain that one more massive stomp will crush your face in, driving your broken facial bones into your brain. But… that boot never lands.

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: I’m lost in a pain-fueled nightmare. I feel so sick, so weak. I feel like I’m choking on my own blood. Suddenly, my eyes shoot open, and it’s not dream. Agony ripping through the gunshot wound in my gut, and the knife wound in my kidney, I lay there for a moment. I’m dying. I know I’m dying. I fought my best, I did everything I could, and it wasn’t enough. I’m ready. But then, just before I lean my head to let death take me, my eyes catch sight of Alex. He’s laid out on the floor, with a massive rod of steel impaling his powerful body. He’s covered in blood, and his arm and knee are savagely broken.

It’s an impossible sight. Nothing, no one can do this to Alex. Not to my Alex. Memory floods back, and suddenly a kind of inner strength surges up inside me. It’s a steel-hard determination that no matter if I live or die, I will fight to my last breath to save my brother, to save the man I love. Blood leaking out of my wounds, I somehow manage to roll over to my hands and knees. I stagger up, coughing more blood. I grab a laptop off a bench, and stagger over to the Iron Mercenary. He stomps once on Alex’s face, and my heart is torn in two with despair. He’s going to kill him. He lifts that boot to stomp a second time, but just before he does, WHAMMMMMMMMM I smash him on his head with the laptop so hard it cracks the case. He collapses, twitching to the floor. Staggering, in so much pain that ever step is like wading through quicksand, I grab the rod impaling you, and with all my rapidly depleting strength, I yank, my biceps bulging, as I rip it out of your body.

I check your pulse, and it’s fading fast. You are losing so much blood. Even though I’m losing blood as well, I take my knife, finding the strength to work quickly, and rip strips out of our combat trousers, using those strips to first wrap one around your torso, tying it as tightly as I can to try and prevent you from dying due to blood loss. Fear is biting me, I need to get you out of here. Then, with the other strip, I tie it around my own torso. I need to stay alive as long as possible to get you to safety.

I rip The Iron Mercenary’s security badge off his body. I’ll use it to get us out of here.

You have already set the charges, and you already have the serum in your pockets. So, it is time to go. I don’t know if I can manage this, but I have to. Pain sears through my body as I maneuver your 260 pounds of muscle beneath me, grabbing your good arm and leg, and with every ounce of effort I can muster, pulling you up over my shoulders in a fireman’s carry. I stand up, and the effort takes so much out of me, I stagger and collapse forward, against a bench, chest heaving, the blood leaking more forcefully from my wounds. But I don’t matter.

All that matters is getting you out of here alive. I’d rather die than leave you. Gathering my strength, I stagger towards the door. I set the timer on the C4 explosives as we leave, using the remote. Now, nothing can interrupt them. Even with we die, we will have succeeded in our mission. Every step is harder and harder as I stagger down the hall. Finally, though it is only about 20 feet, it feels like climbing Mt. Everest, I reach an elevator heading to the surface. I use the Iron Mercenary’s security badge to call the elevator. But while I’m waiting for the elevator, more guards approach, spying us from around the corner. They take out their sidearms and start firing at us. We are sitting ducks. A bullet smashes into my chest as I face the corridor. I’ve already taken a bullet to the chest, and my armor can’t hold any more. The bullet rips through my right pec, blood pouring out of the wound and my mouth as it penetrates my thick pecs and ruptures my lungs. I collapse, dropping you in a heap on the floor.

Just then the lift doors open, somehow, someway, as pain and blood loss threatens to kill me, I find the strength to drag you in just in time. More bullets slam into the elevator, but then the doors shut, and I lay there, leaning against the back of the elevator, looking down at you, crying. I know I’m dead now, but I’m hoping that a miracle happens, and you survive. The doors open at the top, looking out onto the night jungle. I barely manage to pull you out of the elevator onto the soft jungle floor, when a massive explosion shakes the ground, and column of fire shoots up out of the elevator shaft, throwing the elevator off into the jungle, and spouting flames.

Miraculously, the eruption spares us, and I collapse on top of you. I can still feel your heart beating as my head rests on your shoulder, but I know it’s not long for us now. I kiss you gently on your bloody cheek as my eyes drift shut. As I begin to lose consciousness, I could swear I hear the sound of an approaching helicopter.

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: When I wake up, I’m in a hospital, with Freedom Force doctors crowded around us. Everything hurts, and it takes all my will not to slip under, but I’ve got to know … is Alex alive. I mumble something as the doctors and nurses are rushing me in a stretcher down a hall. I turn my head, and I see Alex next to me, but he’s not awake. I can hear the Doctors arguing, one mentioning, “WE HAVE to try the serum. Sgt. Alex Smith has slipped into a coma. We both know he’s going to die if we don’t take the chance.” At the mention of Alex dying, I felt a sick panic seize my guts, and I tried to sit up and reach over towards him. The nurses held me down, and then everything started spinning, and I couldn’t breathe.

The Doctor noticed me, and screamed out, “We’re going to lose him… we are going to lose them both. Give them the DAMN serum, now!” There was a moment’s hesitation, then the doctor handed one syringe over to his colleague, and plunged one into Alex. The other doctor plunged one into me. Suddenly, my limbs started shaking, and every muscle in my body began to tense and flex as a feeling of warmth, no not warmth, but heat started spreading through every nerve, every muscle fiber up and down the length of my body. It burned like fire, but it didn’t hurt. I started to breath again, and my wounds began to tickle me. I realized suddenly that they were healing. I felt waves of heat wash through my limbs now, vibrating faster, and every muscle in my body started to get denser, harder, steel hard. I could feel my muscles swelling slightly, a sense of enormous power and strength flooding me. And then I went to sleep, smiling peacefully.

10:23 Soldier_Alex: I wake in a light flooded room. I can barely open my eyes. For a moment I think maybe I died and this is heaven…. UUUUGHHHHH! When images of the horror that happened rush through my head, seeing it all in front of me. I start to see the room better now. Realizing I must still be alive. When I look around I can see Tyler in the bed next to me and start smiling. I gather all my strength, force myself on my feet, walk towards him and grab his hand. Looking at him for what seems like hours then I shake my head and start to remember. The fight, with me mortally wounded, the last thing I saw was Tyler attacking the Iron Mercenary then darkness. Remembering that I must have wounds I let Tyler's hand go and rip the shirt off me and let out a shriek!

Not only are all my wounds healed, there is not even a trace of them ever being any. As if there never was one. As I touch my chest and feel them I realize how hard the muscles are. I start to flex those muscles. It feels like they are all healed, no pain, no injury, my arm perfectly shaped thick layers of muscles on my biceps, no broken bone. Then I shake my leg, checking my knee. It's alright. Then I look around and see the mirror. I gasp, realizing I put on even some more size. I put on at least 20 lbs of muscles overnight! I look bigger, stronger and my muscles feel like solid steel. They are more dense, feel like a knife or bullet won’t be able to penetrate them. Now I really look like a soldier from the Freedom Force. Like an indestructible weapon, ready to destroy my foes!. For a moment I look shocked, flexing every muscle, checking if it’s really me.

How is this possible? I say more to myself then someone but right then the door opens and a doctor enters… “Ah you are awake Sergeant Alex… Glad to have you still here. We really feared that the two of you would not survive so when we found the needles with the super soldier serum in your pocket we decided to use both of them on you…”

“Then…we are super soldiers now?” I say shocked, needing a moment to process it all then I look back at Tyler. “How is he? He saved my life! I am sure he was mortally wounded himself but he saved me!” My hand touches his and I feel at ease feeling his pulse, just knowing he is alright. My hand runs up his arms until it reaches his chest and I feel his heart beating. I smile as I look down then lean forward and give Tyler a passionate kiss on his lips. “Thank you my love.”

10:23 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: When I wake up, it's a dream so beautiful it can’t be real. Alex is kissing me. It’s impossible. He would never do that. We both have our duties. We can’t afford to … and then I stop thinking, as my body responds to his kiss, his arms, those powerfully muscled arms, restored and even more. They are rippling with a power and strength my powerhouse has never even imagined. I put my arms around his body, feeling how massively hard his chest is. There is no sign of his wounds. I break off the kiss just long enough to pull Alex on top of me, holding him tight. I don’t ever intend to let him go. We’ve been through too much together. Nothing is going to keep us apart now. NOTHING. The nurse looks a bit shocked, but I just wave my hand at her. We need some privacy.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I wake up, my head is pounding in agony, and my memory rushes back to me. I stagger up, then my eyes go wide in shock as I see the countdown timer on a C4 charge. They … how … they must have.. There is no sign of either Freedom Force Commando. There is no time for rage, or fury, or anything but survival. I head to the door leading to the underground escape tunnel, taking with me two doses of the serum. Staggering, every movement causing me incredible pain, I force my way down the tunnel. I shut the security door midway down just in time as a massive explosion rocks the very earth itself. It’s worse than the most violent earthquake I’ve ever felt. The entire earth rocks so violently I’m thrown from one wall to the other. There is a massive cave in, and when everything final settles, it’s clear that I’m trapped down here, with no way out, and perhaps a few hours of air.

I sink against the wall, holding the vials. I examine them carefully, take one and decide that this is my only chance. I injected myself with the syringe, and suddenly, my limbs started shaking, and every muscle in my body began to tense and flex as a feeling of fiery heat started spreading through every nerve ending, every combat-forged muscle in my steel-hard body, up and down the length of my body. It burned but there was no pain. As I looked down at my shattered core, and touched my concussed, bleeding head, I realized suddenly that they were healing. I felt waves of greater and greater heat wash through me, faster and faster, and every muscle in my body started to get denser, harder, steel hard. I could feel my muscles swelling slightly, a sense of enormous power and strength flooding me. And then I stood up, examining my now perfectly healed body, flexing my newly charged and enhanced muscle.

I walked over to the cave-in, and as easily as a child might pick up toys, I began hefting and tossing aside boulders that weighed tons. I gloried in my new found power. And then it was time for rage. I swore that Tyler and Alex would feel my wrath. I would kill them both. My will to conquer and dominate would not be denied. They would die, and Freedom Force with them.

Published: 2022-10-16, viewed 65 times.