Bloodbath at the YMCA, starring Rassis.

[stayinstacked]

In our last excursion, Rassis and I tried a new gym, a health spa called "A better you". We pumped up our boombox and severely pissed off the elderly, conned our way in the place w/out paying the day fee, got high in the jacuzzi room, and Rassis sexually harassed and assaulted members as well as the owner. We ran out of the gym naked, but not before jumping the counter to terrorize the zit faced kid working it, and stole some protien shakes as we sprinted down the street and then through some woods to get home.



Well some real shit went down today. We woke up and decided to hit up the flea market for some supplements that we usually get really cheap there. We also bought a dog some Mexican guy sold us for $100. He is some sort of Rotweiler mix and we felt bad for him. The dog only has one eye, and his fur on the tail is singed off, looking like a rat's tail. So after a couple hours at the flea market we decided to come home and change and then hit up the gym. We had to go to a YMCA here because our gym options are becoming pretty limited, due to reocurring violent acts that we are forced to engage in because of peoples arrogance and provoking attitudes. So we jogged to the YMCA, I ran the dog and Rassis carried the boombox. Now before I continue on with the story, you have to understand what this YMCA is like. It's become a sanctuary for the athletic queer, and the rape/groping/cruising incidents here have become so bad that an armed guard patrols the gym area on a daily basis. So you can expect there is going to be some trouble here. We walked past the counter non chalantly, Rassis walking the dog as if he were blind, and I acting as an aid for Rassis, nothing was said so it was cool. We then walked down the stairs towards the gym, which smelled like piss/chlorine combo from all the retarded kids peeing in the swimming pool. The sight was not a pleasant one. The gym was cram packed full of homos doing their workouts.


Everything from cross dressers to a group of gay construction workers wearing nut hugger cut off jean shorts and hard hats, well routine each other on and screaming as they tried to see which one could use more weight on the butt blaster machine."My ass is the strongest hunnie, you cant wear this out" said one man to the other. "Steven, you think we could use that rubber dumbbell as a butt plug?" said another man. Jesus Christ I thought, this place is a mob scene waiting to happen. The armed gaurd seemed queer himself, walking to and fro as if his ass was ripped apart and swinging his nightstick around like a baton dancing to the beat of "Benny and the Jets" by Elton John which played on the radio. "Yo Stacked, go plug dis' mutta****'a in and lez get our workout in fo' I kill a mutha'****a'!!"


I ran our heavy duty extension cord halfway across the gym and plugged in the boombox. All of a sudden one of the construction worker men grabbed the cord and started marching around with it singing YMCA by the Village people as the others started joining in and clapping. Rassis and I approached the man w. our new dog(Coleman) as if to ask him what the **** he was doing grabbing our extension cord, and before we could speak the man yelled out "Welcome!!! Welcome new members, we are like SOOOOO pleased to have you big strong men in our gym, feel free to ask ANY ONE OF US for a spotter or anything else you may need, welcome, welcome, welcome!!!" Rassis just stared the prancing and yelling gentleman down and slowly took the cord out of his limp wristed hand as the man gradually stopped his dance as if to realize"Oh shit, the straight guys are here." Coleman growled under his breath at them as well, very intimidating becasue the dog was pretty ragged looking with his missing eye and singed tail, and he was also wearing a T-shirt of mine that says "Got Test?"


I continued to plug in my boombox and blasted some Bun B's "Draped up" which quickly put Elton John's bullshit to rest. "Lets not let dose' punks ruin dis' lift fo' us dis' time Stacked, lez make believe dey' arent even dare aight?" Cool, lets get it on Rassis!!! Bent over rows aright? Get some plates over here nigga, lets GIT IT ON!!!! shouted Rassis. We started bent over rows getting over 400 lbs today. The lift was ****ing crazy, and I knew it was because Rassis was chanting aimlessly, he gets like that when he gets hyped. "You gosta pull it nigga, you gosta pull it!!!!! King Kong aint got shit on me!! Wuzz up, wuzz up, try to bring a nigga down? Well **** you, we aint quitting, more fo' tie fives we hittin', aint stop till my intestines be shittin', what up, push it!!!" And more reps and weight had became added in our back slaughter of a workout. Sweat had dripped onto the floor and plates like some sort of roof leak as we assaulted our backs w/ a most torturous workout. And then it happened, the one single thing that happens every time we try to work out, somebody ****s with us and the lift turns into a brawl. It started when our Slim thug and Bun B was shut off by one of the queers who pulled the plug from the wall. The tunes stopped and Rassis and I looked at the man. Again, before we could speak the guy started to shout. "Listen her boyzzzz, you think you can just push us around and march in here all manly because your styraight boyzzz? I dont need the rudeness and none of us want to hear your music either, got that?" Coleman growled at the men, and I told the guy "Look here brokeback,k this is the ****ing gym!!! And WE are here to work out, not prance around like little cake boys, not discuss and obsess over disgusting sexual things with outr friends, we just want to lift!!! So the quicker you get that through your feminine ****ing minds, and the quicker you are to leave my God Damn extension cord alone, the more of you that will walk out of here unharmed!!" Uhhh, LIKE, is that a threat straight boy?" Excuse me, no thats a ****ing promise you fudge packin' piece of shit!! " Well fine, have it your way, says the man. We'll just make it so you leave. Whateva', said Rassis. We just keep on wit' da workout Stacked, I dealt wit enuff a' dat shit in prison, the hell with em'.


So I bend over to do my next set of rows and somebody whistles at me. Coleman growls. I turned around and said"who the **** just whistled at me?" I'm sorry straight boy, are we distracting you, hahahha, said one of them. I bent over again to start my set and they all whistled, **** it, let em'. So we get done with the lift despite the harassment, which the security guard just sat and watched while he played with his nightstick, and we then hit the showers. We tied Coleman up in the janitors closet while we showered. Well halfway through our showers, they all came in there naked and started playing with each other in front of us to get on our nerves. "Yall niggaz need to take that shit on down da' road" said Rassis. One guy started yelling out "Come scrub my balls Steven!!" Thats it!! I said. **** all of this, and I got in their faces. "You cocksuckers wanna harass me, you wanna taunt the shit out of us and whistle while we're trying to lift? Well guess what faggo's, we're the guys on the news who beat the shit out of people at the gym, so **** you guys. I started punching one of them in the face, Rassis began strangling another one out. "You wanna' **** wit my man nigga? Come on son, we take yo' asses out, the whole damn flock of you hard hat prancin' mutta****az" But then more flooded the shower room, delivering punches and slaps to Rassis and I screaming like a bunch of bitches. I took out at least another 4 oor 5, Rassis about the same, but more and more came in the shower fighting us. It was a whole ****ing army of brokebacks before we knew it, and although they were pretty limp wristed ,there was so many it seemed tough to overcome them.


A couple of them had grabbed screwdrivers out of their tool belts and began to try and stab us. Even the armed guard came in and started to try and assualt us. But then that sweet, sweet monet took place that always does, and Rassis and I take charge and **** shit up. All of a sudden out of nowhere, we heard an impact that sounded like a small explosion in the wall. I looked over and Coleman had flown through the sheet rock and came to our rescue. In mid air he bit onto a guys throat and took him down in a bunch of blood. "Kill Coleman, damnit KILL , kill all these fruity mother****ers!!! ARRRGGGHHHHH!! Coleman growled as he bit homo after homo. He even bit a few of their dicks off, and his Got Test t-shirt became quickly spotted with blood. Rassis busted a urinal off the wall and smashed it over some guys head, and then used pieces of the porcelain to slash throats with, cutting jugular arteries like ****ing butter. I plugged in the Bun B, "Lets git these bitches!!!" I yelled. Fell da' wraff', feel da' wraff you cocksuckin' sons a' bitches, as Rassis went nuts to the Slim thug and Bun B. As one of the queers was thrown threw a door to a janitors closet, I grabbed some muratic acid for the piss filled retard romper room of a swimming pool, and threw it in an empty 2 liter of coke I found lying on top of the trash. Then wadded up some aluminum foil in the trash as well, popped it in the bottle and shhok like hell, and threw towards the crowd of queers. "Fire in the hole, Rassis get the **** outta there!!!" KABOOOOOM!!! the homemade explosive detonated taking out about 4 guys with plastic shrapnel and percussion.


I grabbed the dog and boombox, "Lets git the **** out Rassis!!" Aight Stacked, lets break dis' joint and get our protien shakes nigga'!!! As we ran up the stairs and out of the YMCA covered in blood, I turned on the radio to battery mode and played the "Braddock;Missing in Action" theme song. Again, we ran home from the workout, and are now trying to remove the blood from our stained clothes. Colemans asleep by the fireplace, I tried taking his Got Test Shirt off of him, but he growls everytime I try.

[Hard Head]

Please, please, please, put some carriage returns in there. You know, the 'enter' button on your keyboard!

Good stuff stacked but damn hard to read.

[extreme22]

holy shit i wish i was there i cant stop pissing my self lol that shit is the best Coleman you need more test

[SwoleCat]

I wish I had patience to read all that.

You should get paid for your writings in some editorial!

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[ManWhore]

You forgot to show pics of the location bro....







good story

[extreme22]

oh shit lol now that is funny

[BARLOW]

ahaha FACKIN AWESOME

[BITTAPART2]

your not claiming this really happened are you? good story but we all know its BULLSSSHHHHEEEEIIT. you should keep writting these though I laughed my ass off

[extreme22]

ya BittaPart2 is right amazing shit bro i was laughing my as off and i still am

[novicenovicen]

Funny.....

[BajanBastard]

These stories get better every time, funny as hell.

[stayinstacked]

thanks guys, man this shit has been crazy. This Rotty we picked up at the flea market is a true warrior!!! I'm sure Coleman will come to our aid in future encounters!!

[novicenovicen]

I hope this is BS...... funny but no way this shit happens every week.

[RuhlFreak55]

awesome story man...i love it....keep em comin

[QuieTSToRM33]

wow ...... thats all i have to say about that

[RuhlFreak55]

gotta say it again....that was friggin sweet......keep motivatin us man

[Rob]