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Arrogant Beach Guy and Kyrylo Khudaiev
When I arrived at the beach, I was looking forward to a relaxing day under the sun. The waves gently lapped against the shore, and the warm breeze was just right. As I set down my things, I noticed a guy lounging on a chair nearby. He was clearly muscular, with thick arms, a broad chest, and abs that looked like they were carved from stone. He had a cocky air about him, reclining in his chair with a smirk on his face, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the sun.
As I walked past, he sneered in my direction. "Hey, you’re blocking my sun," he called out, his tone dripping with arrogance.
I stopped and gave him a calm look. "There’s plenty of sun for everyone."
His smirk vanished, replaced by a scowl. "You think you’re tough, huh? Just because you’re built doesn’t mean you can get in my way."
I could feel the tension building. This wasn’t the first time someone had tried to challenge me just because of my appearance. Usually, I would walk away, but something about this guy was really pushing my patience.
"Look, I’m just here to relax like everyone else," I replied, trying to keep things cool. "No need to make a scene."
He stood up from his chair, his muscular frame towering slightly over me. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson in respect."
The people around us started to notice the confrontation, some stopping to watch. I could see the guy’s muscles tensing, ready for a fight. He was clearly no stranger to physical altercations, but he had no idea what he was up against.
I sighed, realizing there was no talking him down. "Alright then," I said, stepping back into a ready stance. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you."
He lunged at me, throwing a powerful punch aimed at my head. I easily dodged it, feeling the air from his fist as it passed by. Before he could recover, I delivered a sharp jab to his ribs, making him grunt and stumble backward.
"Is that all you’ve got?" I taunted, seeing the anger flare in his eyes.
He charged at me again, this time trying to tackle me to the ground. I braced myself, catching him with a knee to his stomach as he got close. The impact forced the air out of his lungs, and he doubled over in pain. I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him down onto the sand.
"You should’ve stayed in your chair," I said, applying more pressure to his arm.
He growled in frustration, his muscles bulging as he tried to break free. With a burst of strength, he managed to wrench his arm free and swung a wild punch at me. I sidestepped and caught his wrist, twisting it and using his momentum to flip him onto his back.
He hit the sand with a heavy thud, the impact making him gasp for breath. I followed up with a swift kick to his abs, making him curl up in pain. His sunglasses had fallen off, revealing the panic starting to set in his eyes.
"Had enough?" I asked, looking down at him.
But he wasn’t ready to give up. With a roar of defiance, he struggled to his feet, his chest heaving with the effort. His bare feet dug into the sand as he prepared to charge at me again. He threw another punch, but I caught it mid-air, locking his arm in place. I delivered a series of rapid punches to his midsection, each one landing with precision and power. His abs, though solid, couldn’t withstand the relentless assault. He grunted with each impact, his resistance weakening with every blow.
Finally, I grabbed him by the neck, lifting him slightly off the ground. His toes barely touched the sand, his feet desperately trying to find solid ground as he clawed at my hand. His once-powerful legs, now shaking from the exertion, were starting to give out beneath him. I tightened my grip, watching as his face turned red and his eyes started to glaze over.
"You brought this on yourself," I whispered before slamming him down into the sand.
He lay there, gasping for breath, his muscular body now completely spent. His broad chest rose and fell heavily, and his arms, which had seemed so powerful just moments ago, were now splayed out weakly on either side. His legs, thick and muscular, were motionless in the sand, and his tanned feet, which had been so eager to kick off the ground in a fight, were now still, the sand clinging to them.
I knelt down beside him, checking to make sure he was still conscious. His eyes fluttered weakly, but he was out. Completely knocked out.
Standing up, I dusted the sand off my hands and looked around. The beachgoers who had been watching quickly turned away, pretending they hadn’t seen anything. I grabbed the guy's sunglasses off the ground and placed them on his chest before walking back to my spot.
Maybe now he’d think twice before picking a fight. As for me, it was just another day at the beach.
As I stood over the unconscious body of the first guy, taking in the scene, I noticed another figure approaching. He was a mountain of muscle, veins bulging across his thick arms and legs. The way he stormed towards me, it was clear he was furious. His eyes blazed with anger, and his fists clenched as he stepped onto the sand.
“You’re gonna pay for what you did to my boyfriend,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing.
I didn’t have much time to react before he charged at me, muscles rippling with every powerful step. He was a beast, pure strength and aggression, but I could tell his anger was clouding his judgment. I braced myself, ready to meet his fury head-on.
He swung a massive fist towards my face, but I dodged it just in time, feeling the rush of air as it passed by. I retaliated with a quick jab to his abs, but his body was like stone, barely flinching at the impact. He grunted, though, and I could tell he felt it.
He came at me again, this time trying to grab me in a bear hug. His arms wrapped around me, crushing my ribs, but I twisted out of his grip and drove my knee hard into his stomach. The impact forced the air out of his lungs, and he stumbled back, gasping for breath.
I didn’t give him a chance to recover. I moved in quickly, aiming another punch at his midsection. His abs were thick and hard, but I could feel him weakening with each hit. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he tried to strike back, but I was too fast, ducking under his swings and countering with precise blows to his body.
Finally, I grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to his knees in the sand. His powerful legs trembled as he struggled to stay upright, but I kept him down, applying pressure to his throat with my forearm.
As he tried to break free, I pressed my foot down on one of his feet, grinding it into the sand. The pressure made him wince, his body shuddering under the combined pain of my hold and the crushing force on his foot.
He was strong, but I could feel him fading. His grunts grew louder, more desperate, as I tightened my grip on his throat. Finally, I leaned in close, my voice low and controlled.
“You made a mistake coming after me,” I whispered. “But I respect your fight. Once this is over, maybe we can settle things like men.”
With that, I squeezed harder, cutting off his air supply. His struggles grew weaker and weaker until his body finally went limp in my arms. I carefully laid him down on the sand, taking a moment to admire the powerful physique that had given me such a challenge. His broad chest, thick, veined arms, and impressive legs were now motionless, his once-formidable strength completely drained.
I looked down at his feet, noticing how large and strong they were, now relaxed in the sand. His muscular frame was impressive, but in the end, it had been no match for my skill and determination. With one last glance at the defeated giant, I turned away, ready to move on from the confrontation.
Just as I turned to walk away, I heard a sudden splash behind me. I spun around, and to my surprise, the guy was back on his feet, eyes blazing with renewed fury. He had somehow found the strength to get back up, his powerful body dripping with sweat and sand. He let out a roar and charged at me again, this time with even more determination.
I barely had time to brace myself before he tackled me, both of us stumbling toward the shoreline. His strength was incredible, but his movements were still driven by raw emotion, making him predictable. As he tried to wrestle me to the ground, I used his momentum against him, pivoting and throwing a hard elbow into his side. He grunted in pain, but didn’t back down.
The fight moved closer to the water, the waves crashing against our legs as we struggled for control. He managed to land a heavy punch to my ribs, the impact sending a sharp pain through my body. But I wasn’t about to let him take control. With a burst of energy, I swung my leg around and delivered a powerful kick to his midsection. The force of the kick sent him stumbling backward, his feet slipping on the wet sand.
Before he could regain his balance, I charged forward and drove my shoulder into his chest, sending him flying backward into the shallow water. He landed with a huge splash, the impact knocking the wind out of him. I didn’t let up, following him into the water and landing a series of quick, powerful punches to his abs and sides. Each blow forced him deeper into the water, the splashes growing larger with each hit.
He tried to get up again, but I caught him with a hard kick to his chest, sending him crashing back into the waves. The water surged around us as he struggled to stay on his feet, but I could see that he was losing strength fast. His powerful legs, which had been so formidable earlier, were now sluggish, weighed down by the water and exhaustion.
I grabbed him by the hair again, pulling him up just enough to deliver a final, decisive blow. With a swift, powerful kick to his stomach, I sent him flying backward once more. This time, he landed hard in the water, the waves rolling over his body as he lay there, defeated.
He tried to push himself up, but his muscles were too drained, his body too battered. The water lapped at his face, and he finally went limp, the last of his strength completely spent. His broad chest heaved as he gasped for breath, his muscular arms and legs spread out in the shallow water, no longer capable of fighting back.
I took a moment to catch my own breath, looking down at the powerful man who had given me such a tough battle. His body, once so strong and full of energy, was now completely still, the water gently washing over his impressive physique. His thick legs, strong arms, and chiseled abs were now motionless, his fight finally over.
I stood there for a moment, admiring the sight of his defeated form lying in the water. He had fought hard, but in the end, my skill and determination had won out. With a final glance at his unconscious body, I turned and walked away, leaving him to rest in the water, the fight now a distant memory.
Kyrylo Khudaiev by Letov. IG: @ kkhud_33 and @ photoletov