Friday Night Fight 1/03/2025
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 I
The Reticent Gay Soldier
Whom Wants To Go Native
Name: Lt. Benedict Bartholomew
Codename: Little Ben
Age: 19
Most Famous Move: Fire Flower!
War is hell! So why had Lt. Ben Bartholomew decided to enlist?
The teenager couldn't quite remember as a quatum bomb exploded in the alternate dimension's night sky, raining flame and chaos down on the other wordly jungle around him.
Why were Man and Mirror-Man at war anyway?
Could not they see how alike they all really were!?
How hot!?
Ben would show them!
Ben would show them all!
COMBATANT II
The Down-Low All-Star
Name: Brock Majors
Nickname: The Brozooka!
Age: 30
Most Famous Move: Longshot
Eternal fame and glory!?
Fuck yeah Brock Majors wanted to enter The Tournament of Men!
The all time M.V.P. grand bang Hot Shot winner never lost!
No one back home was going to be able see the matches right?
Well alright then! Let's do this thing!
For the win!
For the score!
For the men, no one knows!
A torrential rain floods the plaza of the neo noir sports facility in front of you. You've arrived at the year 2099 just in time for the next fight! If you don't want to get soaking wet (or maybe you do!) feel free to enter Manlay Stadium a bit early. The shield generator has already been activated to keep the holographic playing field dry, so your seats should be warm and ready for your butts!
Before the match begins we at Friday Night Fight suggest you check out the Hall of Victors museum located across the pavilian. Which one of today's combatants is going to earn his eternal fame inside its hallowed halls? And which is going to be sent to Eternal Domination to orgasm for all time as the price of their failure!
Find out next!
Below!
Last Words
"Little Ben" Bartholomew
"I can't believe I'm really talking to the Brock Majors... but dude... we don't have to be enemies! I'm like your biggest fan!
There's another war we have to fight! The Mirror Men of Mirror Earth are secretly our mirrors!"
Brock "The Brozooka" Majors
"Sorry Pocahontas! But the only war I intend to fight is for a spot in the AFZ playoffs!
If you'd still want to play on my team boy... I could use an assistant ball handler for my private locker room, if you'd like to sign the waver?
I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see my..."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
THE CANNON FIRES!
The audience roars as the match begins!
The two combatants stand on opposite sides of the advanced technological stadium, both equally fine specimens of attractive manly studliness.
One, a newly decorated war enlistee fresh from his first triumphant battle on the shores of the Mirror Sea, honored for having achieved the most ever enemy kills with a single rocket launch.
The other, a world famous Hot Shot champion athlete named Sexiest Jock Alive three years running, with a secret so devastating to his career that no one... NO ONE! ... was going to out "Bro" him on the field!
Their goal? Achieve the highest score in the arena!
The catch? The combatants will also be firing at each other!
Brock "The Brozooka" Majors fires his first salvo of missiles at the hovering targets above!
The all-star professional athelete never missed as the rockets soared directly at their distant destinations! The handsome sports hunk was world renowed for his incredible accuracy!
But just before the missiles reached the markers they were to annihilate, the shells were intercepted by his opponent's rocket fire!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After the arial explosions had finally faded... the targets were left totallt pristine and undamaged in their wake!
The audience cheers at the spectacle!
"Hey! I was aiming at those!" yells Brock, furious that his expertly aimed launch had failed to strike any of the score spheres!
"We can both win together Brock," cries out Ben the boy soldier from far away, holding his own now smoking war lance ready. "We don't have to do this!"
"There's always another way... isn't there Poca!?" said Brock as he fired a missile directly at his enemy, forcing the lad to dive out of the way of the oncoming rocket.
The missile explodes against the shield barrier protecting the audience from harm! The gay men in the stands roar at the ball of deathly fire as it unfurls inches before their very eyes!
Incredible hotness!
As "Little Ben" gets to his feet, the arena air fizzles around him as the holographic generator activates!
Suddenly the two combatants were no longer standing in the new noir sports facility! Now the pair fight within an overgrown jungle, massive ancient trees towering on all sides! The audience can almost feel the humidity!
Where was Brock!?
The young soldier had to find him and make peace!
But the all-star pro athlete was already scaling one of the humongous arboreal titans nearby in order to get a better shot at the next set of targets.
So "Little Ben" aimed his trusty RPG launcher skyward... and fired.
The limb Brock Majors was standing on... exploded away from the tree, sending the hunky athlete flying into the canopy! The stud was only able to break his fall by grabbing onto a nearby branch!
How had the kid been able to make that shot from down there!!?
The boy must be natural!
Brock grimaced.
The athlete did not like to hear of new competition!
Flinging himself to a more sturdy limb, the Hot Shot champion once again continued his ascent, with Ben now climbing his own huge trunk nearby. It was a race to the top... with both muscled men scrambling the wide girths as fast as they could to reach the clouds above!
Once both combatants had reached the leafy surface of the canopy above... the pair immediately unloaded their rockets at the dizzying multitude of targets whirring through the sky!
Explosions lit the dawn air like fireworks as each warrior spent their ammunition reserves to decimate the electronic spheres hovering all around them.
The numbers on the scoreboard start to tick so rapidly the audience can not tell whom is ahead!
When at last every last target has been destroyed... the two men stand breathing hard. Their aims had each been impeccable! The tips of their rocket launchers now smoking with their release!
The score was now tied! Perfectly even!
The air shimmered once more! The holographic stadium now shifted to that containing a giant lake!
The two men fell from their lofty perches as the trees beneath them vanished!
"AAAAAAAA" yelled Ben as he plummeted to the ground far below. The lad had no parachute!
But as the 19 year old was falling, an explosion blossomed in the air nearby.
Brock was still firing at targets as he carreened downward at breakneck speed, adding points to his score as the hunk flew by the smoking remnants of his wrath.
The stud was nothing short of an athletic miracle!
Ben had to catch up!
While still falling, the young soldier also began to unleash his lance on the targets flying by. But the boy was still plummeting too fast!
Aiming downward, Ben launched a rocket to explode in the air only several feet below him. The blast sent the lad flying upward once more, giving him more time to increase his score!
Brock, himself, crashed into the lake below, surfacing just in time to see his enemy still juggling himself a loft! The athlete swore under his breath as Ben tied his total!
As the kid finished his half controlled landing on the shore of the lake nearby, the wet and soaking professional sports champion knew the boy had earned the new decorations on his uniform.
"That was some nice shooting boy," said Brock, giving credit where credit was due. "Haven't seen a trickshot display like that since... myself!"
Ben knew this was his chance to make his case with the all-star! It was now or never!
"Brock... you know how this really hot tournament forces the loser to suck off the winner for all eternity?"
"Yeah, what about it boy?" said the athlete, admiring the lad's lips.
"Well neither of us has to go to Eternal Domination for infinity!" explained Ben as he inched closer to his hero, arms raised, and weapon stowed.
"But where's the fun in that?" asked the sports star confused.
"We can be a team of equals instead!" said Ben hesitatingly, unsure if the man would hear out his incredibly strange belief systems in modern team making.
Brock's withering incredulous stare did indeed confirm the boy's fears. But Ben hadn't given up yet!
"And we can take weekend trips together to Eternal Domination... to do anything we want to each other... where no one can see!"
Wait! That actually did not sound half bad to Brock! At all!
Especially the part where no one else knew where they were!
"Like if we went in on a timeshare together down there?" asked Brock.
"Exactly!" said Ben.
Will Ben and Brock continue to shoot each others' rocks off!
Or will the two become the tournament's first and only team of equals!?
