Welcome noble gay man to Friday Night Fight!
Your weekly showdown match between the Heroes and Villains created in the Daily Romance!
Return every Friday to see a new fight and vote for who should win!
The winner of each match will advance in the tournament!
While the loser will get fucked forever in Eternal Domination!
Friday Night Fight is not for the faint of heart!
NOW LIVE:
COMBATANT #1
Howl
Name: Howl
Age: 30
Most Famous Move: Moon!
This sinister werewolf can barely remember ever being human.
All there was now... was the hunt!
All there was now... was the chase!
Every day and night for years has been a full moon for Howl ever since this shady nocturnal villain was cursed by gypsies to spend the rest of his life as the animal inside! This Alpha definitely has the will to bitch whomever it takes to win Best In Show!
COMBATANT #2
Name: Ogray
Age: 150
Most Famous Move: Horde!
Owning the largest cock ever recorded by the Friday Night Fight! staff, this heaviest weight fighter hails from The Foggy Mountains far to the North. Able to enter The Tournament of Men based on his 1/25 human ancestry, Ogray is here to collect as many rivals as he can to join his harem of male concubines! If Ogray is able to defeat every last one of his pathetic weakling foes, he will be returning to his mountain sanctuary one satisfied ogre indeed!
We sincerely hope your legs aren't tired yet dearest gay visitor to this realm's most lofty peaks, because you still have a lot of mountain stair left to climb before the next ice storm arrives! The mystical cold front is coming in fast so we at Friday Night Fight! highly encourage you to reach the safety of your heated seats at the Audience Chalet A.S.A.P. !
We also recommend you to take any number of our assorted everhot chocolate refreshments complimentary to your entrance to the fight today! You never know when you might need a quick jolt of heat to make it to your next destination!
Last Words
Howl- "Words are for bitches."
Ogray- "Then you won't mind when I make you swallow them."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
THE CANNON FIRES!
The two combatants stand like pillars against the cold.
Like giants against the night.
Unmoving like the trees.
Unbreakable like the mountains.
The only movement on the battlefield, the storm itself.
A raging blizzard obscuring all light for minutes at a time.
Creating a fusion of frost and darkness that could chill even the most roaring of fires in only but seconds.
The audience begins to wonder if the combatants would ever move again.
They two had become as still and colossal as the sky and earth itself.
But these warriors were not inert things. These beasts instead watching each other with incredible intent.
Every muscle... every twitch... observed with the keenest, sharpest eyes.
Survivors of the most extreme. Thrivers in the most black.
These combatants would not waste their energy until it was time.
Until they had to move all at once absolutely, or die from a moment's hesitation.
And so Howl, The Night Stalker, and Ogray Rockfellow continued to stand in the cold, unmoving in the storm all around.
The weather worsens.
The flurry grows.
The night darkens.
Eventually the audience can no longer see through the total black out white of the blizzard.
When the storm finally resides, the predators are no longer there.
Vanished into the opportunity that had presented itself before them.
The two killers would not be to see each other again until the moment of the final strike, and not one second before.
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The stalker waited within the shadows, becoming one with them in time, stillness creeping into the very core of his being. A control that took the most expert of skill.
For this hunter had always been the master of himself. The Alpha of his own destiny.
The Lone Wolf against the endless storm.
The shadows were always to be this beast's shield. And he knew to stay within them from an instinct as old as life itself.
And so there he waited. There he lived.
Where he always remembered having lived. In the shadows. In the night.
Where he had always been hiding all the way back until a time he could no longer quite see clearly in his mind.
A time from when he seemed to have less hair.
A time which seemed to always have been at night as well.
There had been voices then. Faces of others. Drink. The wolf had not always been a loner.
There had once been music. There had once been laughter.
Now however there was only the night.
Now there was only the hunt.
Howl waited in the shadows.
He knew the other would come to him in the end.
All the stalker has to do... is nothing.
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Ogray Rockfellow swore at the storm with a might as great as an avalanche itself, the roar of his lungs equalling that of the terrible wind.
However, the warrior knew his rage could not quell the weather alone. Not at least a blizzard like this.
His magic was just not that great.
For this was a storm for the legends to tale. And Ogray Rockfellow was only an ogre of 150 years.
A length of time so unworthy to most of his ancient kin that the stoic fighter had been forced down from the mountains to live amonst the caves and crevices of the lower foothills, taking only human men instead for his harem.
Ogray often wished the holes he was fucking were not so very soft and warm. Unfortunately such weaklings were the only handsome prey the middle aged ogre was able to readily catch. The giant's stone column would just have to endure such unstatisfying encounters until Ogray was able to conquer far more worthy concubine one day.
Was that not why he was here?
Now where was this new human of his!!?
The one he was searching for looked larger than the usual. Uglier too.
Maybe Ogray knew of an enchantment to fix that.
Ogray knew of many enchantments he wanted to try on his next live-in cave dweller.
Dwelling of, it was now far past time for the dual axe wielding sorceror titan to end this pitiful chase. The ogre knew to light a fire in his loins if he was to survive the cold long night before him.
With a fistful of ice raised into the torrential gale, Ogray began his words of magic.
Ancient chants of lore and lie. Words that switched other for real, until real was now other.
Sounds that quaked the mountain the moment they left the ogres lips.
And after awhile the snow soon fell in reverse in only a small area around him, raising back into the sky from which it came. Revealing the trail his foe had taken to the shadows that were now his lair.
Ogray grunted his approval. It would not be long now until his rock had found a new burrow.
The ogre lumbered up the mountain in the deepest of snow, a force of manhood carving a valley through the ice in order to reach the man that was to be his forevermore.
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The stalker waited.
The ogre approached.
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The strike was now at hand!
Will Howl sink his fangs into the ogre's back!?
Or will Ogray not axe nicely and enchant himself the newest member of his Horde!?
Vote Closed!
