The handsome, rugged, muscled Rugby star, Craig Evans, was arrowing down Madison Boulevard through New York City, responding to a report of some criminals ransacking a fine arts museum.
Normally you would find Craig Evans on the Rugby pitch, doing his best to score goals. What few people knew is that Craig Evans had an alter ego… Captain Canuck! The tough crimefighting Canadian hero had received a dose of super soldier serum years ago. Unfortunately, it didn’t have quite the same potency as the dose which had created the world-famous Captain America.
The Canadian super hero was well-loved and respected, however, and had a number of prominent successes in his career. His super powered muscles, enhanced reflexes, speed, and healing factor got the job done. Unfortunately, the extra physical strength was a detriment on the Rugby field, as he had to work hard not to be obviously stronger or faster than his teammates and opponents, the result being that he was only a mediocre Rugby player.
Captain Canuck gunned his flashy bike, kicking it into high gear, knowing he had to be fast in order to catch these crooks. There… just up ahead, that was it. He killed the speed, applied the brakes, and the bike spun in an arc to a stop just in front of the Museum. The hero jumped off the bike and assessed the situation, it was pretty clear from the way that the front doors were hanging open that there was no attempt at stealth here.
The Rugby hero, darted forward, his handsome rugged face darting left and right as he dashed through the open doors, looking for any sign of the criminals.
They weren’t hard to find, there were three of them, gathered in front of a locked display case with a valuable statue in it. It was a statue of some kind of greek god, all muscles sculpted and defined in beautiful detail.
The brave hero shouted out, “All right creeps, that’s enough, you are coming with me.”
The gang of crooks turned as one at the sound to confront the super hero. They were all dressed in dark black gear. One of the criminals was tall, lean, with wirey muscle and a crooked grin. Another was short, stocky, and built like a brick shithouse, ugly as sin. The third was ruggedly handsome, powerfully muscled, and the look in his eyes was cold as ice. He carried himself like a professional, and there was something in that gaze… something inhuman that sent a shiver down the Canadian hero’s spine, before he said something to his two companions, and turned back to the locked case, carefully working the lock with his lockpicking tools.
Captain Canuck rushed forward, reaching down to his utility belt, grabbing one of his favorite toys, a bola rope, with weights on either end, that he would launch whirling through the air to wind around his target, tying them up for later. He tossed it forward, timing it perfectly as the three criminals raced towards him. The hero’s aim was good, and the wirey tall criminal suddenly let out a shout of pain and rage as the bola rope wrapped him tight, dropping him to the ground.
Then, the other one was on him, the short stocky ugly one. The stocky one bent over low, shoulder first and rammed the oncoming hero hard in the gut. Craig smiled, what an idiot. His abs, hard and strong as steel, barely felt the blow. The stocky thug was blasted backwards, his attack a total failure, and he slammed into a tall stone column and cracked his head, dropping senseless to the ground.
There was a loud CLICKK as the final criminal managed to break the lock. He opened the door on the case, and looked in towards the statue, but turned his head in time to see his comrade knocked out senseless and the muscled form of the handsome, uniformed Captain Canuck racing towards him. Craig lifted his fist, preparing to knock the final criminal out cold.
But… something unexpected happened. The final crook leaned backwards with superhuman speed, his powerfully muscled arm darted up and grabbed Captain Canuck’s wrist mid punch, twisted, and to the utter shock of the surprised superhero, the criminal had used the hero’s own momentum against him, pulling down on the captured wrist, then throwing himself backwards, sending Craig Evans flipping head over heels to crash directly through the open door of the display case, smashing into the statue of the handsome, muscled greek god, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Stunned, Captain Canuck was dazed. Clearly, that final thug was no garden variety criminal. The Canadian hero groaned, and started to pick himself up, time to up his game, he thought. He didn’t have a lot of experience fighting against other super humans, leaving the really tough ones to the likes of Captain America or Thor. He tended to focus on the common criminals, but he never backed down from a fight.
The thug, seeing the statue in ruins reacted with savage rage, shouting, “YOU FUCKING IDIOT! KINGPIN IS GONNA SKIN YOU ALIVE WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU SHATTERED HIS FAVORITE STATUE!!” Captain Canuck, shook of the crumbling remains of the statue and leapt forward, like a missile seeking it’s target. But once again, the super hero had underestimated this final criminal.
The powerful, well-muscled confident super criminal, apparently some kind of super henchmen of Kingpin, reacted even faster, leaning back on one boot, then intercepting the superhero with a superkick that landed directly into the hurtling hero’s ribs, blasting him off to the side of the museum, to plow into a tall stone column before landing on the ground in a heap.
Captain Canuck felt a savage crack when that boot impacted his ribs, and the speed at which he slammed into the column only confirmed that his opponent was not only fast, but brutally strong, able to match his own strength. The hero struggled up, holding his ribs, which ached like fuck, as the black clad super henchmen rushed at him. Only just in time, Craig managed to get his arm up to block the savage crooks fist, taking the blow on his beefy bicep. DAMN… Captain Canuck thought, if that had hit my jaw… But he was well trained, and saw the brief opening left by the super powered thug, expertly karate chopped the side of the black clad fighter’s neck with his other hand.
The blow caused the evil thug to go limp legged, nearly knocking him out. The brave hero saw his chance, grabbing the black front of the thug’s shirt, cocking his fist, and letting the villian have it right in the jaw with the Rugby star’s muscled guns powering the fist home. The blast ripped the villian out of Craig’s grip, tearing his shirt open, and sending him sprawling across the floor to roll to a stop in a heap. His chest, now exposed and surrounded by the tatters of the ripped shirt, was awesomely muscled, and across the powerful pecs was tatooed, “GUNNER”.
Captain Canuck breathed a sigh of relief and shook out his beefy shoulders, wincing in pain as he felt how tender his ribs were, and walked over to the knocked out crook, reaching one hand to his belt to grab his cuffs, and the other reaching down towards the prone criminal.. This dude might have been tough, but not as tough as… CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Whatever thought Captain Canuck was having never finished as the super powered criminal’s boot shot up and kicked Captain Canuck under the jaw, knocking him silly, as he was blasted back first against a stone pillar.
The thug shot up from his prone position, kipping up to land on his feet, wiping away a trickle of blood from his mouth as he snarled, “You fucker, that shirt was expensive!” as he fired in a low hard fist impacted right into the hero’s wounded ribs. Captain Canuck, sprawled against the pillar, absorbed the full force of the punch and his brain nearly short circuited as the explosion from the pain of his ribs breaking crippled him.
He tried to put his guard up, but the pain crippled him, and he was helpless to stop the evil criminal’s massive uppercut that snapped his head back and nearly broke his neck, still pinned against the column. His head bobbled forward, and suddenly in the distance, the sound of many police sirens wailed, clearly approaching the museum. The thug snarled, saying, “I gotta run for now, but you can bet that me and you are gonna play some more. Gunner, they call me, and I’m about to gun you down.” Then, with two visions of the criminal dancing in front of the dazed hero, the savage tattooed criminal flexed his biceps, his massive guns, building up incredible power before knocking Captain Canuck the fuck out with a blow that sent blood and teeth flying from the wounded hero’s mouth.
The hero landed in a crumpled heap. Just before the cops arrived, Gunner reached down to his belt, took out a very small chip of some kind, and bending down, pushed the chip deep up the hero’s asshole with his finger. Then, he fled the scene, leaving nothing but the knocked out hero, two trussed up criminals and a broken statue.
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