Rocky Palmer aka Rocky Palms--
Art by Hikaristar_art

After slapping Griff around for his sensational cameo, Rocky Palms started making quite a name for himself appearing at pop up invitationals and indy carnival exhibitions. So far he had declined officially signing on with Beast Battle preferring to remain more of a free agent. His rapid rise in popularity was undeniable so much like Bengal Brawler, Rocky had kind of an open door policy, always welcome to grace the ring with his presence but at a reduced pay rate than official roster. The freedom to come and go as he pleased was worth the reduced pay, plus free access to Beast Battle's top shelf facilities was a pretty sweet perk all things considered.

When Beast Battle added a Guest Grapplers directory to their social media hub, they sent a mass request for profile pictures with the option of a photoshoot at a provided studio or submitting a picture of their own choosing. When the message alert rang Rocky happened to be getting a workout at the recently completed annex built to accommodate the influx of boxers joining the ranks of Beast Battle contenders. He figured Beast Battle's own pristine new gym/rec center would be a great backdrop for his profile.

It was fairly early and the new building hadn't yet caught much attention so it was pretty empty. Rocky didn't have much trouble finding a good spot without worrying about unwittingly catching some fellow patrons in the background and ruining his shot. Naturally, yours truly being my usual oblivious and lovable self came in looking to dance a bit with a bag for some cardio variety. With a few not so polished strikes I'm sure I looked like that guy at the gym but I like to think I at least make klutzy look good right? XD

In my defense I wasn't trying to be that asshole, I honestly thought Rocky was just getting his pose on so I went about my business hopping around the bag, throwing some clumsy punches and a few kicks for good measure just having a good time and getting my heart rate up. I didn't hear Rocky approaching over the watered down electro-pop pumping out of the speaker just above the row of hanging bags, and jumped slightly when his surprisingly smooth hand rested on my shoulder.

"Sorry, heh, didn't mean to sneak on ya like that." He smiled as I shook my head indicating it was no big deal, not like I was in some intense training set after all. Let me tell you, the camera does not do this guy justice, his pecs are bigger than my apartment and I'm pretty sure his legs could literally crush somebody like a grape. His outfit was like intentional contrast to his intimidating size, a yellow bikini speedo and tropical fruit smiley face tanktop worked like hypnosis to trust the gentle giant patting my back. I absently hiked my shorts up a bit, feeling the start of a wedgie dig in and a slice of cheeks spill out, basically flirting on autopilot as I answered his smile with a grin of my own, "Hey no worries, was just kinda zoned for a sec y'know?"

"Oh yeah I definitely get that." He nodded and let his hand fall from my shoulder, slightly brushing the bared cutlet of my left glute as he shifted to face me. "But I was just coming over to tell you that you probably shouldn't use this punching bag." I looked at the bag and back at Rocky puzzled, "Oh...why not?" He sidestepped to push the bag forward a little and hold it closer. "I noticed it the other day but I guess they haven't gotten to it yet, you see that right there?" He pointed to a spot on the bag, no matter how much I squinted and tilted my head, I couldn't figure what he was talking about. "Um...I don't see anything?"

He shifted his stance a bit and tilted the bag more, "You might have to look closer to see it, I just happened to look at the right time when I was tying my shoes..." I leaned in closer, still not seeing anything but red fabric. "Still not sure what I'm looking for here, what's wrong with the bag exactly?" With that I felt a hellishly strong grip on the back of my head, and the red bag suddenly rushed toward me. A flash of red and white was followed by instant darkness. "It's got an asshole in it."

I didn't feel the extra tug on my shorts and smack on my ass, I didn't hear Rocky thank me for a great pic either. I came to just as Eddie and Vince pulled me out like a cork and taped up the hole where my head had plugged in. I'm not sure why people were so baffled when I pasted a cropped copy of Rocky's pic on my own feed, my butt looks phenomenal and the lighting is perfect; Like I'm gonna ignore that? Please.