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Earning a Shot, continued

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I’m not trying to start anything here, but I have to note that SteelMuscleGod has been silent on his video posts with Adam400m posting twice in the past few weeks, looking more massive, tanned, and cocky-confident than ever. Okay, so I am trying to start something here, and that something is more video postings from SMG. As it is, he and Yann are in danger of looking like last year’s news right at the moment that Adam is piling on new muscle and pleasing his slack-jawed worshipers. It’s really no wonder Adam so handily dispatched the French phenom who posts old material. Last I thought about it, SMG was swooping in to kick the Frenchboy while he was down.
SMG pulls hard on Yann’s hair, prying the demolished hunk up to his knees. “Flex for me,” SMG commands darkly. Yann sways on his knees, his right leg almost entirely numb from the damage inflicted by Adam. “Flex for your god!!!” SMG yells at Yann, a speck of saliva inadvertently flying into the Frenchman’s face. Adam has taken SMG’s place, leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his massive chest as he watches with a pleased smile.
Yann swallows hard, his chest heaving in exhaustion and fear. He blinks his heavy lidded eyes rapidly before biting his lower lip and lifting his right arm, crunching out his massively peaked bicep impressively. SMG watches, crouching over the decimated muscleboy domineeringly. “That’s it,” he mutters. Yann’s mouth drops open as he gasps, past the point of exhaustion, his right arm dropping limply at his side as he once again sways unsteadily on his knees.
“You’re big,” SMG snarls in words that sound impressed but in a tone filled with contempt. “You may even be bigger than me.” SMG leans low, lifting his right arm and flexing his bicep inches in front of Yann’s face. “But size isn’t the same as strength, and I’m infinitely more powerful than you, mortal!” SMG pumps his bulging arm slowly, his peaked bicep flushing more massively with each pump. Finally, he stands up again, staring down at the fallen contender.
“Your most muscular,” SMG barks. “Let’s see it!” Yann closes his eyes, his face toward the ceiling in exhaustion and resignation. “Show me!!!” SMG snarls angrily. Jutting his chin defiantly forward, Yann sucks in a deep gulp of air before grasping his right wrist in this left hand in front of him, flexing his muscled torso. The striations in his pecs pop, his abs separating in incredible detail. The veins on his thick arms rise to the surface, as Yann flexes obediently.

“No, no, look at this,” SMG dismisses the French hunk. Pounding his right fist in the palm of his left hand, SMG crunches out his most muscular pose. His abdominal muscles flex hard, the distance between them disappearing between the mounds of muscles notably bigger and better defined than the Frenchman’s. His delts and arms freeze in solid slabs of muscle, and his pecs slowly crunch hard, the contraction rolling from the center of his chest outward. SMG’s jaw drops open in concentration, even as the corners of his mouth rise as he watches Yann’s eyes roaming up and down the length of SMG’s stunningly displayed frame. “Just tell me now that I’m your god,” SMG says, his voice strained as he continues his powerful flex. “Just say it now, and I’ll spare you more torment.”

Yann swallows hard, his eyes dazed, soaking in SMG’s towering body. He licks his lips quickly, his chest starting to pump harder again. Breathlessly, Yann whispers, almost in awe, “No.”

Earning a Shot, continued

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Adam400m is up again with a new post featuring his behemoth legs. To whomever made that request of him, thank you! Next, can you request to see the same angles in a speedo… then a thong… then a jock strap?
That muscle butt of his is truly incredible, even when viewed only through the contours of his workout shorts. This makes for two video clips from Adam that have uncharacteristically gone unanswered by SteelMuscleGod. Adam is tanned, toned and more massive than ever. I hope that SMG isn’t starting to feel intimidated by the competition. When last we left Adam in the machinations of my imagination, he had ripped poor Yann’s knee and was proceeding to smother the Frenchman in the deep crevice between his rock hard, mountainous pecs.
Yann tries desperately to pry his face away from Adam’s crushing chest. He beats his fists at the Englishman’s massive shoulders, but Adam just smiles, unfazed. Yann begins to sag in Adam’s grasp, but he suddenly rallies, pulling his weight back onto his one good leg and clawing frantically at Adam’s bulging arms. The rally is shortlived, though. Slowly, Yann sags again in Adam’s grasp, until finally he’s hanging limply, arms at his sides, his face smashed against Adam’s chest by the Englishman’s arms wrapped around his head.
With a broad smile still on his face, Adam looks over to SteelMuscleGod, leaning against the wall. Adam’s eyebrows raise, questioningly but silent. SMG purses his lips in thought for a few seconds, the nods at Adam, saying simply, “Make him beg.”

Suddenly, Adam releases his hold on Yann’s head, causing the Frenchman to drop to his knees in a semi-conscious stupor. Adam grabs the back of Yann’s head in both his hands and shoves the Frenchman’s face into Adam’s speedo-clad crotch. He grinds Yann’s face into his package in slow circles for several seconds, until Yann sl0wly comes to his senses with Adam’s balls pressed against his lips. With a panicked start, Yann pulls his head away, only to find Adam powerfully shoving it downward again. Lifting his massive right leg to the side, Adam shoves Yann’s head between his thighs. The Frenchman’s entire head disappears between the girth of the Englishman’s monstrous quads.
Slowly and deliberately, Adam flexes his stunning legs, each muscle group hardening and separating in beautiful detail. Yann’s muffled cries come from deep between his opponent’s legs. Raising his hands to the back of his head, Adam flexes his core muscles and slowly gyrates his hips, applying excruciating pressure to every angle of Yann’s captured head and neck. Yann’s cries rise an octave as fear mixes with pain. Desperately Yann taps submissively at Adam’s rock hard thighs. A broad smile opens up across Adam’s face as he demands, “Beg for it!” Yann continues tapping frantically as sobs make his body quiver. Finally, Yann’s muffled voice comes from between Adam’s legs, pleading. “I beg you, please, please, please….” Adam’s smile turns into a sneer of contempt. He chuckles as he spreads his legs, watching Yann collapse at his feet, cradling his head in his hands.

Yann remains in a fetal position on the floor, cradling his throbbing head in his hands for several minutes. He pointedly keeps his eyes shut, praying for no further humiliation at the hands of his opponent. When he suddenly feels a hand grab a hold of the hair on top of his head, Yann gasps, startled. “Please…” he murmurs.

Opening his eyes, Yann looks up into the face of SteelMuscleGod hovering overhead, twisting Yann’s face toward him by his handful of hair. “Looks like you choked on your hors d’oeuvre,” SteelMuscleGod chuckled. “Now, I think I’ll have you for dessert.”

Earning a Shot, continued

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The battle of the internet muscle gods is firing up again. A couple days ago, SteelMuscleGod posted a new clip, showing us that he’s continued to build his beautiful muscles while he’s been absent from posting recently.

Of course, Adam400m, even on vacation in Cyprus, can’t let SMG have the last word, so he posted an update of his gorgeous, Mediterranean tanned, sun bleach blond muscle body today. Adam’s growing into his role as worship-worthy. Check out his gloating smile and nod of self-congratulation as he admires his own muscles at 0:24 and 0:34. Sizzling…
Which reminds me that we last left the Battle of the Gods some time ago, with French stallion Yann making Adam weep and beg in a figure-4 leg lock.
While torturing Adam’s tree-trunk legs, Yann lifts his arms and flexes his massive biceps, his torso turned to face his true target, SteelMuscleGod. Adam screams in primal anguish as his back arches and his torso flexes futilely. “This is nothing,” Yann snarls, his upper lip curled in disgust as his eyes remain riveted on SMG who remains leaning against a wall watching the action. “If this is your best competition, your days as a god are numbered!” SMG purses his lips and flexes his thick pecs intimidatingly, ominously silent.
With Yann’s attentions on his next bout, he fails to notice Adam twisting his shoulders, slowly rolling toward his right side. Too late, Yann’s eyes snap back to see Adam capitalize on his size advantage, rolling both men over to their stomaches. The switch in positions leaves Adam free to bend his captured knee, and quickly Adam presses himself off the mat. Disentangling their legs, grabs the Frenchman’s ankles and slowly lowers his muscled ass down across the small of Yann’s back, immobilizing Yann’s legs.
Yann grunts in pain, pounding his fist on the floor in frustration. Adam’s mouth hangs open, his tongue out slightly in concentration as he laces Yann’s ankles together and then pulls hard on the Frenchman’s left foot, stretching the tendons in his ankle and knee dangerously. Yann cries out in panic.
“For that sucker kick, I’m going to snap these little pencils that you call legs in half, you piece of shit!” Adam barks down. He twists harder, feeling the tension approaching the breaking point in his opponent’s knee. Adam chuckles, his eyes closing in reverie. Silently smiling at his own domination of his opponent, he whispers, “This is going to hurt a lot, my mortal friend.”

A Perfectly Good Shirt

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Generally, I’m up for most things. At least I’m willing to give most things a try. It’s not that I find everything erotic… but I’ve got an active imagination and a perpetual-motion-machine for a libido. That said, clearly there’s a fetish market out there that, at first glance, you might think I’d be totally into. Yet when it comes to shirt ripping (or other clothes shredding), I must say, it doesn’t do much for me.

Still, everyone’s doing it (even in slow motion!), so somebody must be getting into it. People are paying money to see All American boys and Vista boys and Musclehunk boys and Flex-Studio boys (hey, I think that boy got his ass beat by Mitch Colby!) rip their wife beaters off. I’m not judging, mind you. I fully approve of seeing more skin. But some of you, I can tell, are a little orgasmic at that very point at which the fabric rips away from the muscled specimen underneath. More power to you. I just doesn’t tickle my fancy like that.
SteelMuscleGod is taking a break from observing YannS try to topple Adam400m out of top contender’s position for a crack at SMG’s divinity. He just posted another adorable clip of him in a size-too-small club shirt. His godliness does his best incredible hulk routine, flexing so hard that he busts out at the seams. Someone is fantastically titillated by that moment, and I so respect you for that. As for me, I just want to hear him snarl and watch him flex, and like Joe, I’m getting some extra value-added at the sight of SMG in his glasses.
The homoerotic wrestling boys of course get into the action, further providing evidence that there’s a market out there that I’m just not part of. They pretty much all end up yanking each other’s clothes off, but a select subgenre is clearly catering to you kinksters who want to see the clothing actually ripped as they’re stripped. Can-Am has been running their Suits to Nuts 1 series in serial format in their pay-area recently. I keep checking it out, figuring that at some point I’ll suddenly get it, but the shredded clothes just don’t do it for me. In fact, they get in the way of the hot bodies a bit for my taste. I do appreciate the use of a ripped sleeve to savagely choke out your opponent. But that’s just about foreign objects to me, not the clothes themselves.
So it’s not my kink. Still, it tells a nice story, and I can completely understand how it might be your kink. I may not necessarily buy it for myself, but I’ll damned well defend your right to buy it for you!

Earning a Shot, continued

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I see that Joe11NJ has taken the challenge directly to SteelMuscleGod himself, suggesting that French YouTube bodybuilder, Yann S., might have what it takes to turn the god into a jobberboy. Hopefully, SMG won’t smite Joe11NJ for his impertinence. Or, perhaps, Joe11NJ might like a good smiting. Hell, I wouldn’t mind a smiting from SMG, particularly if it involved my face smashed against his pec as he punishes me severely in a brutal side headlock.

Speaking of brutality, Yann S. poses a seriously brutal challenge to SMG’s #1 contender, Adam. It has to be said, though, that Adam has a distinct PR advantage over Yann, considering Adam continues to post new, updated evidence of his beautiful body regularly, and he’s growing seriously huge! Last we checked in with the three YouTube posers, Adam laid down the gauntlet, displaying is gargantuan thighs and taunting the Frenchman by calling his shanks “chicken legs.” Yann delivered the message loud and clear that this bout would be about more than just sheer muscle mass, though, with a savage kick to Adam’s face that dropped the English muscleboy to one knee.
Adam is dazed, his eyes blinking rapidly as he cradles his throbbing jaw in his hands. Before the room has stopped spinning for him, Yann has pivoted once more, lifting his left knee and driving it cracking loudly into Adam’s right cheek. The English bodybuilder drops to his side on the floor, wincing in pain and groaning. Leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room, SMG watches, his arms folded, his face impassive.
Yann is all about headhunting. As Adam slowly pulls himself up to his hands and knees, Yann is dancing on the balls of his feet, calculating carefully. At just the right moment, as Adam lifts his head still perched on all fours, Yann plants his left foot and soccer-kicks the Englishmen in the chin. Adam’s head whips backward violently, as he’s lifted off his hands and thrown flat on his back. “We have a word for what you are,” Yann says, strutting and preening as he slowly circles Adam. “We call you an hors d’oeuvre.”
Yann glances at SMG, flexing and posing proudly for the champion. “You,” Yann says, finally relaxing and squaring his shoulders toward the SMG, “will be my entree.” Yann winks at SMG before turning his back to face his opponent. Adam remains flat on his back, his right hand lifted to his face, rubbing his eyes. “Now, we need to deal with those legs that you are so proud of,” Yann says, dropping to his knees and grabbing Adam’s ankles.
In one smooth motion, Yann falls to his ass while lacing his legs round Adam’s legs. Bending Adam’s left leg at 90 degrees, he places Adam’s left ankle over top of his right knee. Locking his own legs on top of Adam’s, Yann leans back on his elbows and looks down the length of his long, muscled body, proudly examining the secure figure-four leg lock. With a sudden surge, Yann flexes his legs, causing Adam’s right knee to hyperextend dangerously. Adam’s shoulders levitate off the floor as a panicked cry comes from his mouth. “Oh god, no!” Adam shouts, pleading with his opponent.
“That’s right,” Yann replies with a broad smile. “From now on, I’ll be your new god for you to worship, beg, and service.” Yann looks over his shoulder at SMG and winks at the champion, even as Adam continues to cry out in pain.

Stop Searching No More

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SteelMuscleGod wants you! And let’s face it, you want him, too. Perhaps I should just speak for myself: I want him. (Oh hell, who are you kidding? You want him, too).
As SMG waits and watches YannS challenge Adam400m for a crack at his godliness, he’s dropped a new video asking us, his worshippers, if we’ve found anyone else as delightful as he is. Have you failed to find anyone as ripped? “Well, stop searching no more, because you’ve hit jackpot.” The voice, the accent, the supremely (shall we say, divinely?) cocky strut, and yes, indeed SMG, you have the muscle to back up your boast.

SMG sells hard. “If you really want to see real hard action, yeah, this is the place to be.” When it comes to my lustful adoration, it’s true: SMG is in the driver’s seat. He’s crushed Adam into a quivering slab of beef worshiping SMG’s pecs. Now he’s just waiting to see if Yann can earn his shot at unseating the god.

Just look into those eyes! Yann might want to think twice about whether he wants a piece of that. (I hope he still does!). SMG has promised that he’s ready to wrestle for his worshippers. Whoever emerges from the Adam v Yann challenge, I think he’s going to find his work cut out for him.

Earning a Shot

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Joe11nj is getting into the spirit of things. He commented this weekend on my last ode to Steel Muscle God, where Joe suggested that he can imagine young muscle stud, Yann666 overcoming SMG and making the musclegod submit in a full nelson bodyscissors.
First of all, well done Joe11nj! I’m 100% in support of your hot wrestling kink imagination being fully engaged. Looking at young Yann, I see what you’re talking about. The French phenom appears to have that freakish genetic gift of tiny little joints and ridiculously massive muscles, with the gorgeous vascularity that you know I love. Looking at Yann’s most-muscular, I can indeed imagine that he would pose a serious threat to power out of SMG’s full nelson decisively.
But I have to cry foul if we jump ahead in the story to the moment that Yann drags SMG to the ground in a full nelson body scissors threatening to break his godly neck. Young Yann really should earn his way to a muscle on muscle battle of bodies with the reigning champion of my imaginary YouTube muscle worship wrestling competition. Brit powerhouse Adam400m is still the top contender to redeem himself from his humiliating beating after a back-and-forth battle with the man who would ultimately demand Adam’s obedient worship.


SMG gets to watch, his thick arms folded across his bulging pecs, leaning against a wall as Adam and Yann slowly circle one another in the center of the room. Adam outweighs the Frenchman, and he’s motivated by his humiliating defeat at the hands (legs, pecs, arms) of his god to regain face. Yann is such a cocky little bastard, though, sneering with contempt at Adam’s bodybuilder muscles as the two of them circle one another cautiously.

The Frenchman is in board shorts, which seems to be his standard gear. Adam, in his navy blue speedo, taunts Yann. “If I had little chicken legs like those, I’d hide them, too,” Adam sneers. Stopping, placing his hands on his hips, Adam flexes his tree trunk thighs, slowly rotating back and forth to display every bulge and crevice of his massive, legs. “Of course,” Adam smiles, “I clearly don’t have chicken legs like yours.”
The French hardbody spins in a blur of motion, swinging his right leg high and driving his heel into the side of Adam’s face with a dull thud. Adam’s head whips to the side from the shocking blow, and he drops to one knee, cradling his face in his hands.
“Those big muscles won’t help you much once I’ve broken your legs,” Yann says, his thick French accent making his threat of savage brutality sound civilized.

Feel the Steel

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So I thought I’d scored when I saw that SteelMuscleGod is back with a new video. He’s playing to his true audience (me and you). This is almost all about gut punching. SMG’s sidekick looks like he’s swinging with some passion, which only goes to show that much more what a wall of steel SMG is packing there. I snagged the following cap, just to ask you how you feel about this view:

Personally, I like it.
Imagine my ecstasy to discover that SMG has a live website up and running as of a couple of weeks ago with so many more mouth watering pics. His ass in a thong is like manna from heaven (as in, I’m desperate to taste it)!
SMG’s about-me page is absolutely adorable. He teases us with the tidbit that he’s been a competitive freestyle wrestler in high school and college. Sweet Jesus. Like this man needed to be more eroticized for me.
I’m fascinated to read in his forum that worshippers are discussing the erotic joys of imagining SMG crushing Adam400m in a wrestling competition. Somehow, somewhere that sounds familiar… Ah, well. Great minds and good tastes must think alike. SMG promises in his forum to post some videos with wrestling, at which point my head will explode (well, at least I’m certain there will be a whole mess of bodily fluids involved). I’m more a secured-payor internet consumer, but once SMG is paypaling, I’ll be helpless. Better yet, with his wrestling background and penchant for gutpunching, some brilliant mind needs to buy this boy a ticket to Boston and a date in the ring with Lon Dumont.

Battle of the Gods, finale

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Despite what you may have heard, I’m not delusional. It’s not just a figment of my imagination that Adam400m and SteelMuscleGod are engaged in mouthwatering muscle competition. After both bodybeautifuls have been absent new posts for many weeks, on Monday SMG posts a fantastic new, snarling, flexing, bouncing, shirt ripping, open challenge to all comers to measure up or shut up and worship him like the god he is.

Then, less than a day later, Adam400m shows up out of nowhere to show off the freakishly superhuman vascularity in his forearm. It’s as if he just couldn’t stand letting SMG have the most recent video out, so he tossed a 15 second bone to remind everyone that he’s worship worthy and ready to be sized up.
In late December, the same scenario played out, with Adam400m posting just two days after SMG. Three weeks earlier, SMG posted a cum worthy display of cockiness, followed less than a day later by Adam400m showing a new clip of his monster quad workout. It’s not just my imagination. These muscleboys are in a battle of the gods, vying for worshippers and snapping and snarling at one another implicitly.
Speaking of my imagination, last I filled in the story of this battle of the gods, SMG had managed an astonishing reversal. Crushing Adam into the wall, SMG was leaning over and verbally humiliating his dazed rival slumped defenseless on the floor.
“You’re a big boy, but you’re no god,” SMG spits. Dragging Adam up to a seated position by a handful of hair, SMG wraps his right arm around Adam’s head and slowly curls Adam’s face tighter and tighter against his flexing pec. “Look at that muscle…” SMG growls, clearly in lust with his own physique. “Look at it!” he suddenly shouts, commanding Adam to open his eyes. Adam’s eyes flash open obediently, finding his nose being crushed against the rock hard slab of muscle of SMG’s right pec. The scent of SMG’s sweat, testosterone and adrenaline fill Adam’s nostrils. SMG pumps his right arm, grinding Adam’s face deeper into his smothering chest. “I think you’re ready,” SMG says after Adam passively suffers his humiliation without protest for a full minute. ” Grabbing the back of Adam’s head in both hands, SMG position’s Adam’s mouth directly on top of his right nipple. “Suck the tit of your new god, mortal!” SMG barks. “Lick it, now!”

Adam no longer realizes where or when he is. He’s disoriented and exhausted. Without conscious will on his own part, he finds himself automatically obeying his opponent. He plants his lips around the perimeter of SMG’s nipple and traces its circumference with his tongue. Adam savors the salty flesh in his mouth, beginning to suck, massaging the tip of his god’s nipple with his eager tongue. Adoringly, he wraps his arms around SMG’s waist and presses his face harder against SMG’s chest, abandoning his claim to believe himself a worthy rival any longer.

A low, animal-like groan come deep in SMG’s throat. He smiles down at his obedient worshipper, before his eyes wander adoringly across the mounds of muscle of his own body.

Bodies Over Time

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SteelMuscleGod continues to capture my imagination. His latest vid is straight out of my series on Bodies Over Time. SMG briefly documents his transformation from a sexy stud into, well, a Steel Muscle God.

The evolving, maturing body over time continues to fascinate me. This flesh and bone and pulsing blood is such an incredible structure, full of infinite delights and mystery. As SMG illustrates, it can be crafted deliberately, hammered out like steel on an iron, and shaped into a stunning display of strength and will.
Three years bear evidence of serious work molding this hunk’s body. His back, shoulders, biceps and forearms are dramatically larger. I can’t help but imagine his 2008 self encountering his 2005 self and demanding the relatively scrawny muscle-hopeful to fall on his knees.
It’s not only size. His different grooming regimens also fascinate me. His 2008 jock strap pic show’s off his fantastically furry thighs (and shapely ass, and rippled abs, etc.). As for me, I love me some thick, hairy, muscled legs, particularly wrapped around my abdomen and squeezing me dizzy. A year later, though, and SMG has shaved his legs in addition to adding significant mass and incredible definition. He’s one of the genetic freaks who can build thickly draped muscle mass around narrow joints, giving him some superhuman (godlike?) proportions. With his bigger, shaved style, SMG looks like he’s desperate to get someone’s head shoved between those weapons of erotic destruction.
It’s not as if in 2006 he wasn’t worth of my time. That patchy chest hair, the rippled abs, the brooding look… I’d have been happy to toss him around a ring, perhaps tie him into the ropes and wash some laundry across his washboard. But in 2009, his godlike proportions demand some serious attention. My delicates probably couldn’t survive the crystal cut of those shredded abs today, and if he kept tugging at his crotch like that, I’m sure I’d be too distracted to keep up my part of the battle.
Last I imagined, Adam400m had SMG bent over forward with his head squeezed tightly between Adam’s monster quads. Adam was squeezing so hard that SMG was sobbing in pain, uselessly pummeling the slabs of beef that are Adam’s quads. Adam’s taunting of SMG has the musclegod freshly enraged, though, and he’s flushed with a renewed burst of adrenaline. SMG plants his feet wide and hooks his arms around the backs of Adam’s crushing quads. Before Adam realizes what’s happening, SMG has illustrated his superhuman strength by lifting Adam off his feet. Standing fully erect, SMG still feels the crushing vice around his temples, but now Adam is vulnerably stretched down his opponent’s back, hanging on desperately to the musclegod’s head with his legs. Adam is sincerely stunned by the power move, but he remains hopeful as he hangs upside down with his face pressed tightly into SMG’s trunks wedgied high up his crack. Adam wraps his thick arms around the front of SMG’s waist and squeezes. Adam knows he’s vulnerable, but he’s determined to maintain the advantage.

His hopes are crushed when SMG charges backward, slamming his unsuspecting foe hard into the nearest wall. Suddenly, Adam has no air left in his lungs, and his legs and hands momentarily loose their grip. SMG steps away from the wall, and Adam falls limply, just managing to twist his upper body to avoid landing squarely on his head. Instead, he crashes onto his right shoulder, and then his muscled body slumps to the floor as pain lances across his upper body from his shoulder and neck. “You thought you could force a god to worship you?” SMG snarls deeply, looking down at his disoriented opponent with contempt. His chest heaves rapidly as the excess blood slowly drains from his face. He clenches his fists slowly and drops to his knees next to Adam.