Mr. Anon Anonson of Frogposter Co. Ltd. was enjoying his leisure time at the gym, or as much leisure as one could get from pumping 330 lbs of pure iron.

His thin lips pressed into a straight line as his great bronze arms lifted the weight well above his head. He let it fall slowly to his chest before lifting it high once more. Again and again, his strong Texan body repeated this motion. Beads of perspiration clung to his tall forehead and rolled down his rippling arms and legs.

With a final heave, he placed the iron weights on its rack and sat up. He breathed slowly and deeply, his shoulders raising and falling like a prized stallion. His steel eyes gazed forward, capturing nothing, seeing only a blur of the hustle of the other gym goers around him.

Then his vision snapped into focus when a lithe, white body of a woman stepped into view. She was tall and shapely, with high erect breasts stretching the pink fabric of her bra. A black track shorts clung to the curves of her flat, boyish hips. Her white legs stretched long down below and were moving quickly as she stepped toward him with a singular determination. If she were wearing French heels, they would be clicking against the concrete floor in a rhythmic tap-tap-tap!

When she was close enough, Anon could finally see her thin brows tied to a knot below her short, golden hair. In her small pretty hand, she was gripping a phone so tightly, the green veins beneath her skin were dancing.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me!” cried the woman as she waved her phone in front of her. “I’ve got it all on film, so don’t think you can get away with this!”

It took Mr. Anon Anonson a moment to register the raging Karen was speaking to him.

“What?” He was taken aback. “What are you talking about, lady? I wasn’t staring at you.”

“Don’t act dumb!” said the Karen. “I saw you creeping on my butt from all the way over there.” She pointed across the gym, past several rolls of large equipment, toward an area with lights and cameras set up like a commercial shooting set. “I caught you creeping on me red-handed, and so did my thousands of followers!”

“Oh, followers,” Anon dragged his bitter voice as he finally understood what game she was playing. Hot rage bubbled up from within his chest, but he pushed it down with superhuman patience. “Go away. I’m not interested in being part of your internet faux outrage bullshit.”

The Karen screeched at him, sticking her camera into his face. She accused him of crimes he didn’t commit. Perhaps she knew full well he was innocent. Perhaps she wanted to hurt him. Once more, Anon felt that hot emotion boiling from within, threatening to go nuclear. Even when he tried to leave, she stepped to block his path.

“Don’t try to run away!” cried the Karen. “I’m calling the manager on you! I’ll post your face and name on Social! Yeah, I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re a perverted asshole who creeps on women at the gym. You’re going to get canceled so hard. You’ll lose your job, your family, your livelihood! Better yet, I should call the cops on you and make sure they lock you away forever!” she swore with sadistic glee in her cold, blue eyes.

“You want to ruin my life, that’s what you want?” Anon growled. He had never wanted to hit a woman so hard. “You want to ruin my life, and for what? So you can get more online simps? So you can sell nudes on OnlyFans? You’re insane!”

“Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here. You’re the bad guy! You!” She jabbed her sharp nail at his chest—hard. “You men are all alike. You’re a bunch of lazy, selfish, racist, stupid, no-good, misogynist pigs. Men like you deserve absolutely nothing in life other than to drown in your filth! I’ll celebrate when they drag you away and put you down like the pig you are.”

“I warn you for the last time. Get out of my face,” Anon seethed as the Karen kept shoving her camera in his face. He gritted his teeth until his gum bred.

“Or what? What are you going to do to me, bro? Huh? What are you going to do to me, bro? Are you going to hit me, bro? Go on, I dare you to lay a fucking finger on me. I’ll fucking fold you in half! Pussy ass, bitch ass nigga—!”

Anon’s powerful hand struck the woman’s hands and sent her phone flying. It flew across the gym and smashed on the hard concrete floor, shattering into a million pieces.

The Karen shrieked like a banshee before Anon smacked his backhand across her face. She fell to the floor, gripping her bruised cheek with shock and tears in her eyes. Her sharp cries drew the attention of everybody in the gym.

“Dammit, I’ve done it now,” Anon spat.

At the sound of the blonde harlot’s squall, several white knights in spandex came running. “What the hell are you doing?” they demanded, pointing at his face. Their faces twisted in righteous indignation, acting as if they hadn’t seen the whole situation unfold. Anon didn’t have a chance to explain himself before they fell on him like wild dogs.

The first to reach him was a tall, crooked man with a crooked nose. His arms were eerily long and packed with tight, lean muscles. He tried to grapple Anon with the speed and ferocity of a deadly python, but Anon sidestepped his outreach arms with even greater agility. With a powerful blow, Anon struck his fist straight at his assailant’s gut. The crooked man vomited foul saliva and keeled over. He rolled around, gripping his stomach as if Anon’s mighty fist had torn his innards to shreds. 

The image of their companions folding with a single blow stopped the two other white knights in their tracks, if only momentarily. These were not men who would back down from a fight. No, these were men of an evil breed, whose flat heads and stooped shoulders came from the Stygian pages of mankind’s savage ancestry. Their hulking bodies stood tall and wide. Strong limbs bulged with layers upon layers of steely muscles, twitching and pulsating like giant centipedes beneath their rough skin. Their fat brows jutted out and cast somber shadows on their bloodthirsty eyes. They were like two great gorillas as they bared their white fangs in animalistic snarls. Each man could tear Anon Anonson limb from limb. To fight both at once would be suicide.

Anon carefully stepped back. His steel gaze stained to search for a way out of this predicament: a way to flee—or a way to fight back!

There!

Anon sprinted behind a dumbbell rack as the two white knights gave chase. Taking a heavy dumbbell in hand, Anon hurled it at a brute. It smashed his face with great precision, breaking his nose and upper teeth in one devastating impact. He dropped to the floor, gurgling in his thick blood.

The other man raged with a thunderous roar. His dark eyes burned with hatred as he closed in.

Anon launched several dumbbells at the raging man, but he dodged them all with a speed that betrayed his hulking status. The remaining white knight no longer cared about subduing Anon now, as his dull brain reverted to the stage of his bestial ancestry. His ugly, twisted face only screamed, “Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Anon had nowhere to flee. The savage brute was upon him now!

With less than a second to think, Anon grabbed a silver barbell and swung it with all the strength he had. A blue blur swiped across the air and smashed at the side of the man’s head! His head spun around from the impact and hot blood sprayed out of his ear, but the man was still standing!

The brute’s bloodshot eyes glared evilly at Anon. His savage hands reached for his makeshift weapon. The two men wrestled each other to the hard concrete ground. They were pushing, pulling, and growling like wild beasts. Anon kneed his opponent’s side, but it was like hitting a boulder. None of his strikes could penetrate the man’s armor of hard flesh. Anon’s arms were losing strength as a mountain of bulging muscles fell on him, crushing him!

The brute wrestled himself on top of Anon and squeezed his torso. Anon felt his ribs breaking by the devastating grip. He cried and struggled uselessly under the unrelenting pressure, but his limbs weren’t strong enough and his senses were failing him.

Anon’s vision grew blurry. He could no longer see the savage face of his opponent nor the high ceiling beyond. Sharp light above blended into long streaks as Anon’s eyelids drooped weakly. His irises rolled up, and there was a knot that blocked his breathing.

“Is this it?” Anon pondered with his fading senses. “Is this how I die? At the lies of a whore, and the hands of a simp.” Anon wanted to laugh, but he didn’t have the strength. His eyes were dimmed and his ears heard only static buzzing. Seconds dragged into hours as he was left with nothing but his thoughts and bitter regrets. Bitter, bitter hatred for the blonde who had wronged him, for the world that had betrayed him—a man whose only sin was being born. “Is this how I die? Put to death like an animal? To be slaughtered like livestock to serve as an advertisement for one e-whore. Is this truly—all I’m worth?” thought he. 

“No!”

“No!” came a growl from Anon’s lips. His eyes shot wide, his vision came into focus. He scowled at his opponent’s ugly face and bloodshot eyes. Never had he hated a man more. Never had he wanted to destroy another man more than now. Anon gathered his remaining strength and struck his knee between the man’s legs!

The brute howled a voiceless scream. His eyes bulged like a chameleon’s. Again, Anon struck at the man’s scrotum, crushing them in their sack. The grip around Anon loosened, so he madly stabbed his thumbs into the brute’s eyes, squashing them into red gore in their sockets. The brute convulsed like a dying animal before finally going limp and falling weakly onto Anon.

Anon heaved the body aside and struggled back to his feet. His bloodied hand held his throat, coughing. His grim eyes swept the area, glaring at the crowd of gym goers watching him frightfully from a distance. Their faces were pale and filled with awe. Their hateful lips were shouting like flocks of seagulls. Many of the voices were condemning him.

“Anyone else?” scolded Anon. “Anyone else want to die like dogs?” His voice boomed across the gym. The burning madness in his words made people back away in fear. “Thought so,” Anon snorted mockingly.

With another sweep of his gaze, he found the blonde woman still lying on the ground nearby. Since the fight started, she hadn’t moved an inch. Her blue eyes were wide and fearful, her red lips quivering. The bruise on her cheek swelled into an ugly shade of purple. Anon knew what he had to do.

When the woman saw Anon coming, she tried to escape, but her long languishing legs refused their mistress’s order. Anon gripped her by her soft arm and forcefully pulled her up. His coarse fingers left red marks on her white skin.

“Let me go, you’re hurting me!” she hissed. “Somebody already called the cops. They’ll gun you down like the disgusting pig you are! I said let me go!” Sharp insults poured out of the Karen’s sultry lips, but Anon took them all in stride. Compared to moments before where he was fighting for his life, the Karen’s fiery tongue was light and sweet. Her red lips were moist and shiny, gasping with passion as if begging to be kissed.

Anon pulled her close and crushed his lips into hers. He tasted the sweet poison of her lips, drinking up all the spite she had to offer in one thirsty gulp. His strong hands held her tightly as she struggled to break loose, then he reached under her clothes to cup the small mounds of her breast. She gasped as his coarse thumb brushed against her nipples, making them hard and erect. The woman struggled vainly, pounding her dainty fists on Anon’s hard chest, before she finally surrendered to the stronger sex. Her soft white fresh trembled in his hot touch.

The woman’s bright eyes were wet and dreamy when Anon parted his lips. She looked like she wanted to say something, but her tongue had fallen down her delicate throat. Anon rubbed her firm hand on her smooth cheek—the side that wasn’t swollen purple. Then, with a sardonic grin, Anon slapped her hard across the face, sending her flying to the ground once more!

The white Karen squirmed on the hard concrete. Her entire face was bruised and bloodied.

“Think of me next time you look into a mirror, sweetheart,” said Anon, laughing. “And congratulations for successfully getting me canceled.”

Leaving the four broken bodies behind, Anon made his way to his gym locker. His path was unobstructed as the bystanders scattered like rats. Opening the locker, Anon retrieved his Beretta from the duffle bag. The silver steel was cold and heavy in his palm.

“Fifteen rounds of copper. That’s fifteen more than I had earlier,” Anon mused. His ears picked up the roaring sirens that were growing louder, louder. “I’ve really done it now—so let’s make sure I look my best for the camera. Ha!”