Series: Shorts series. Shorts are short one off stories done by request of the person generally in the story. Meaning, they will be self contained even if they have characters from other stories. Good for when you are looking for a quick fight that won't hurt your eyes reading for a long time.
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In any male social circle, whether it's among office workers, bar buddies, gym rats, or late-night gaming squads, there’s always a kind of unspoken hierarchy. It doesn’t have to be macho or alpha-driven, or about blood sweat and muscle. Sometimes it’s about skill, like who pulls the most clutch wins in War-zone or who leads the raid party with the cleanest strategy. Sometimes it's even about who knows the most obscure movie quotes or who can fix a broken graphics card in five minutes flat. But no matter what metric it's built on, there’s a pecking order. One guy always ends up being the “top dog” and the others fall into place beneath, either content or quietly competing.
It's just a male thing.
Yet from time to time, that order gets... lets say blurry. Someone challenges the established setup, intentionally or not. Ego gets bruised. Tensions brew. And when logic and banter stop working, some guys feel the need to settle things in more... physical ways.
That’s exactly how this bizarre little showdown started.
Two of the smartest, quick thinking, nerdiest dudes in their circle. Both legendary in their gaming community. Both proud of their strategic minds and lightning thumbs. But only one could be top nerd. Only one could have the right to rule over them all. So, naturally when all else failed, they ditched the keyboards and controllers... and settled it with their fists. Or at least they tried to. Neither had much muscle, or muscle at all. Neither had a history of violence, in real life combat, or the ability to properly throw a punch. But that didn't matter, when two males made up their minds, brains took a back seat.
And the Great Nerd Fight began.
The basement was cramped, the carpet thin and worn, and the only light came from a flickering overhead bulb, but to these two, it may as well have been an arena. Without a word, both men pulled off their shirts. They had seen enough action movies to know that real fights didn’t happen fully clothed. There was something about bare chests, no matter how skinny or underwhelming, that made it feel official. Primal. Ritualistic, even.
First was Tae-hyun. He was lean, smooth-skinned, not a trace of body hair on his chest or arms, not from shaving, like some men did to show off definition, but simply because there was none to begin with. Genetics had gifted him a clean canvas. Born in South Korea, he carried himself with a subtle precision, controlled, careful, always composed, even now. Tae-hyun adjusted the frame of his shoulders, the overhead light catching on the slight sheen of sweat forming along his collarbone. He thought about tugging off his glasses but then decided against it. He wanted to see after all.
He was ready.
His opponent in this battle would be Faisal. Faisal stepped forward with quiet confidence, his wiry frame betraying none of the certainty in his stride. Unlike his smooth skinned friend, Faisal’s body was coated in a thick layer of hair. His chest, arms, even the tops of his shoulders were all covered, giving him a rugged look that clashed with his lack of muscle. But Faisal didn’t rely on strength. He didn’t need to. His power came from his mind. An expert in strategy games, chess, StarCraft, war sims, he prided himself on thinking five moves ahead. He had beaten guys twice his size by knowing exactly when to bait, when to feint, and when to strike. Well online at least... but he was ready.
