Fear, Loathing, and Beefcake
Conner and I have long toyed with the idea of his beefy superhero Jose "El Toro" Bravado and my scrappy supernatural agent Victor Magnusson teaming up to fight evil and look hot while doing it! This was the result:
Art © connercoon
Story © c'est moi
Vacationing in Cozumel was supposed to be relaxing and fun; no supernatural threats or maniacal supervillains ever threatened Cozumel. Both Victor Magnusson and Jose “El Toro” Bravado had this thought in the back of their mind as, surrounded by the lush, tropical beauty of the Yucatan, a gentle warm breeze blowing and a gorgeous sunset setting the sky alight, they were battling an entire horde of carnivorous, piranha-headed demons.
“Hey! Big guy, on your left!” Victor shouted to Jose.
“Que?” the bull looked up, strangling one of the child-sized monsters with one arm as another latched on to his neck. “Augh!”
“No, your other- just tilt your head to the side, okay?” Victor flexed his fingers, a ball of fire igniting in his palm as he pitched the fireball, hurtling towards the demon’s face like a comet. It squealed in pain as it burst into flame, flailing as he fell off Jose and into the water.
“Hah! Bueno, senor!” Jose shouted. “Ah! Allow El Toro to return the favor!” One of the gremlins had clambered up Victor’s wide back, digging its needle-sharp claws into his scalp. The huge bull leapt into the air, knocking the creature off with a well-aimed kick that didn’t even muss Victor’s pompadour.
“Good aim!”
“El Toro is the best at aiming- he is up to thirteen, by the way.”
“That last one I blasted off your neck was fourteen for me, by the way,” Victor quipped.
“Que? Joo must have lost count! It happens sometimes to El Toro, when his fingers are too busy being curled into fists!”
Jose Bravado and Victor Magnusson were among the best at what they do; fighting evil and looking great while doing it. Jose, who usually went by El Toro, was a famous pro wrestler with a legion of fans- especially his mama. Tall, dark, handsome, and with a physique that could shame any bodybuilder, he moonlit as a superhero, beating villains with sick wrestling moves and a dashing smile.
Victor, on the other hand, was a little more scrappy. Having never heard that the 50’s were no longer in fashion, the hybrid rat dressed like Fonzie on steroids. His powerfully built, musclebound body was streaked with gold stripes, that shimmered like molten metal as he summoned up balls of fire to hurl at enemies when he wasn’t punching their teeth out. He hadn’t quite gotten around to explaining the demonic nature of his fire powers, but thankfully, Jose hadn’t thought to ask.
It was luck or fate that brought both titans together, as when cries for help went up along the beach shore, they both leapt into action. Swarming over the sands were goblin-like monsters, no taller than the heroes’ waists, but their mouths were filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and they were devouring everything in sight.
“Amigo, do joo have any idea what these things even are?” Jose shouted, bodyslamming two of the shark-toothed imps and leaving pulpy smears on the sand; miraculously, his red and gold luchador jacket remained immaculate. “That is sixteen, by the way!”
“These are probably grade two subclass infernal monstrosities, probably pukwudgies, but that’s a Wampanoag name for it,” Victor explained quickly, flexing off two of the creatures trying to swarm him with one mighty heave of his thick pecs. “And that’s seventeen! Dunno if the locals have a name for ‘em. We can just call ‘em mincemeat when we’re done!”
Jose tensed his powerful arm, thickly roped muscles tightening as he wound back and landed a punch powerful enough to send one more flying, hitting a rocky outcrop head first before falling limply back into the water. “Joo know a lot about these things, amigo! What is it joo said joo did again? And that is twenty!”
“Twenty? Bullshit! You were at sixteen!”
“El Toro did a lot of butt-kicking while joo were explaining.”
Victor rolled his eyes as he chased one of the little beasts down; the two had them on the run, now. “Call me Victor, or Vic. I’m an… exterminator. You, Bright Eyes?”
“Joo have the pleasure and honor of fighting alongside El Toro, Defender of Great Justice!” the bull proclaimed grandly.
Victor glanced down at how the bull’s thick glutes filled out his luchador pants. “Mm, it’s a pleasure, I’ll give you that,” he said with a smirk.
“Hah, gracias, amigo!” Jose smiled wide as the two stopped at the shore, the sharp-toothed goblins fleeing into the water. He kicked one aside for good measure. “Joo are great fun to fight with as well, joo can almost keep up with El Toro!”
Victor raced and planted his feet in the surf, summoning up a hellish amount of flames as he hurled out one last fireball the size of a small car that raced across the water, boiling the little monsters like lobsters as they tried to swim away.
“And that is…” Victor counted the body count as some of them floated up to the surface. “Twenty two for me,” the rat said with a cocky smirk, crossing his immense arms, biceps and pecs fighting for room and threatening the integrity of his sleeveless leather jacket.
“Ah, si, well, El Toro had twenty three.”
“What? The hell you did!” Victor punched the bull’s arm.
“Senor!” Jose gasped, putting a hand over his own meaty chest. “El Toro never lies!”
“And you’re certain you didn’t just… miscount?” Victor asked, one brow rising.
“Well, of course! Mama taught El Toro to use his fingers and toes, and that makes twenty, and then his horns, which makes twenty two, and then, ah…” the bull’s smile faltered slightly, but only for a moment before he confidently nodded. “Si, si, El Toro is certain it was twenty three.” He glanced out to the water. “Joo think they will come back? El Toro does not want them to hurt the people here again.”
“Mm, probably,” Victor muttered. He glanced up the beach. “Tiki bar’s open, still. Waddya say, we’ll grab a few tequilas then go swimming to see if we can’t find the little fuckers?” He swung an arm over the bull’s strong, rolling shoulders. “Besides, I’ll bet you look great in a speedo, Big guy.”
“Oh, El Toro does!” Jose beamed proudly. “But then, he looks great in everything.”
“Hm, you don’t say…” Victor glanced over at the bull, letting his imagination wander. “You know what, El Toro? I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun together.”
Art © connercoon
Story © c'est moi
Vacationing in Cozumel was supposed to be relaxing and fun; no supernatural threats or maniacal supervillains ever threatened Cozumel. Both Victor Magnusson and Jose “El Toro” Bravado had this thought in the back of their mind as, surrounded by the lush, tropical beauty of the Yucatan, a gentle warm breeze blowing and a gorgeous sunset setting the sky alight, they were battling an entire horde of carnivorous, piranha-headed demons.
“Hey! Big guy, on your left!” Victor shouted to Jose.
“Que?” the bull looked up, strangling one of the child-sized monsters with one arm as another latched on to his neck. “Augh!”
“No, your other- just tilt your head to the side, okay?” Victor flexed his fingers, a ball of fire igniting in his palm as he pitched the fireball, hurtling towards the demon’s face like a comet. It squealed in pain as it burst into flame, flailing as he fell off Jose and into the water.
“Hah! Bueno, senor!” Jose shouted. “Ah! Allow El Toro to return the favor!” One of the gremlins had clambered up Victor’s wide back, digging its needle-sharp claws into his scalp. The huge bull leapt into the air, knocking the creature off with a well-aimed kick that didn’t even muss Victor’s pompadour.
“Good aim!”
“El Toro is the best at aiming- he is up to thirteen, by the way.”
“That last one I blasted off your neck was fourteen for me, by the way,” Victor quipped.
“Que? Joo must have lost count! It happens sometimes to El Toro, when his fingers are too busy being curled into fists!”
Jose Bravado and Victor Magnusson were among the best at what they do; fighting evil and looking great while doing it. Jose, who usually went by El Toro, was a famous pro wrestler with a legion of fans- especially his mama. Tall, dark, handsome, and with a physique that could shame any bodybuilder, he moonlit as a superhero, beating villains with sick wrestling moves and a dashing smile.
Victor, on the other hand, was a little more scrappy. Having never heard that the 50’s were no longer in fashion, the hybrid rat dressed like Fonzie on steroids. His powerfully built, musclebound body was streaked with gold stripes, that shimmered like molten metal as he summoned up balls of fire to hurl at enemies when he wasn’t punching their teeth out. He hadn’t quite gotten around to explaining the demonic nature of his fire powers, but thankfully, Jose hadn’t thought to ask.
It was luck or fate that brought both titans together, as when cries for help went up along the beach shore, they both leapt into action. Swarming over the sands were goblin-like monsters, no taller than the heroes’ waists, but their mouths were filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and they were devouring everything in sight.
“Amigo, do joo have any idea what these things even are?” Jose shouted, bodyslamming two of the shark-toothed imps and leaving pulpy smears on the sand; miraculously, his red and gold luchador jacket remained immaculate. “That is sixteen, by the way!”
“These are probably grade two subclass infernal monstrosities, probably pukwudgies, but that’s a Wampanoag name for it,” Victor explained quickly, flexing off two of the creatures trying to swarm him with one mighty heave of his thick pecs. “And that’s seventeen! Dunno if the locals have a name for ‘em. We can just call ‘em mincemeat when we’re done!”
Jose tensed his powerful arm, thickly roped muscles tightening as he wound back and landed a punch powerful enough to send one more flying, hitting a rocky outcrop head first before falling limply back into the water. “Joo know a lot about these things, amigo! What is it joo said joo did again? And that is twenty!”
“Twenty? Bullshit! You were at sixteen!”
“El Toro did a lot of butt-kicking while joo were explaining.”
Victor rolled his eyes as he chased one of the little beasts down; the two had them on the run, now. “Call me Victor, or Vic. I’m an… exterminator. You, Bright Eyes?”
“Joo have the pleasure and honor of fighting alongside El Toro, Defender of Great Justice!” the bull proclaimed grandly.
Victor glanced down at how the bull’s thick glutes filled out his luchador pants. “Mm, it’s a pleasure, I’ll give you that,” he said with a smirk.
“Hah, gracias, amigo!” Jose smiled wide as the two stopped at the shore, the sharp-toothed goblins fleeing into the water. He kicked one aside for good measure. “Joo are great fun to fight with as well, joo can almost keep up with El Toro!”
Victor raced and planted his feet in the surf, summoning up a hellish amount of flames as he hurled out one last fireball the size of a small car that raced across the water, boiling the little monsters like lobsters as they tried to swim away.
“And that is…” Victor counted the body count as some of them floated up to the surface. “Twenty two for me,” the rat said with a cocky smirk, crossing his immense arms, biceps and pecs fighting for room and threatening the integrity of his sleeveless leather jacket.
“Ah, si, well, El Toro had twenty three.”
“What? The hell you did!” Victor punched the bull’s arm.
“Senor!” Jose gasped, putting a hand over his own meaty chest. “El Toro never lies!”
“And you’re certain you didn’t just… miscount?” Victor asked, one brow rising.
“Well, of course! Mama taught El Toro to use his fingers and toes, and that makes twenty, and then his horns, which makes twenty two, and then, ah…” the bull’s smile faltered slightly, but only for a moment before he confidently nodded. “Si, si, El Toro is certain it was twenty three.” He glanced out to the water. “Joo think they will come back? El Toro does not want them to hurt the people here again.”
“Mm, probably,” Victor muttered. He glanced up the beach. “Tiki bar’s open, still. Waddya say, we’ll grab a few tequilas then go swimming to see if we can’t find the little fuckers?” He swung an arm over the bull’s strong, rolling shoulders. “Besides, I’ll bet you look great in a speedo, Big guy.”
“Oh, El Toro does!” Jose beamed proudly. “But then, he looks great in everything.”
“Hm, you don’t say…” Victor glanced over at the bull, letting his imagination wander. “You know what, El Toro? I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun together.”
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Oh no, I'm suddenly in my lich form. Please, don't punch me in the face and make me feel alive, that'd be awful.
love seeing two huge studs go at it..... against some goblins. would also love to see more action between them and not just fighting supernatural beings, if you get my meaning
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