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by Malcolm

From watching the movie, Magic Mike, you'd think that the two stars of the movie Alex Pettyfer and Channing Tatum would get along?

Apparently that couldn't be further from the truth. This is what Channing told the press.
"Alex was a jerk to everyone during filming for no reason. He thinks he's the star of the movie, not Channing or Matthew McConaughey. They had massive fights on set. He hates Alex. Channing thought Alex was a diva on set."
So Alex and Channing couldn't stand each other it seems. During the filming of the movie, tensions reached their tipping point and all hell broke loose. This is what happened.
Alex, Channing, and the director were seated in the small office; the director sitting behind his desk while the two actors stood in front of it, each actor glaring daggers at the other.
"This isn't going to work." The director sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"He started it…" Channing mumbled under his breath.
"I don't care who started it but it needs to end. As far as the movie goes, you two are supposed to be best friends, I don't care what you do in your free time but I cannot have you two arguing and fighting on set. I need you two to get into character. The way that you are acting now is slowing down production!" The director scolded the two males in front of him. "I don't know if this will work or not but I want you two to try it. For the next week I want you two rooming together."
As expected, his suggestion was met with protest from both actors. Not in the mood to deal with this nonsense anymore, he told them they would try it and see if it helped or he'd simply recast both of them. Not wanting to be recast, the two reluctantly agreed to do it. It was already late in the evening so the director called it day and told everyone they could go home. For Alex and Channing that meant going to the condo that they would be sharing for the next week. Wanting to spend as little time with the other as possible, the two stayed out of each other's way for the most part and they made it through the night with only three arguments and a broken chair.
The next morning, Channing rolled out of bed, just pulling on a pair of dark blue gym shorts over his boxers before leaving his room. Today was one of the off days for the filming so he intended to just relax. Walking into the main room, he sees Alex sprawled on the couch watching football on TV. Like him, the guy was shirtless, only clad in some black gym shorts that rode low on his waist revealing a hint of the boxers below. To him, Alex just let off this air of cocky arrogance and just being in the same room as the kid pissed him off. The kid was the nickname he had given Alex because the guy was 10 years younger than him, 22 years old compared to his 32, and because he noticed how much it pissed him off to be called that. On closer inspection he noticed Alex was admiring his own abs. The guy was such a vain prick, always bragging about that perfect six pack of his.
"Like what you see?" Alex asked him smirking picking up on the fact that he'd been watching him.
"Get over yourself kid." Channing retorted, putting on a smug smile of his own as he noticed Alex's eye narrow into a glare from being called 'kid'. He pounded his own abs with his fist. "See kid, these are real abs. Not those pretty-boy abs of yours that look good but are worthless otherwise."
"Hey! My abs are the best!" Alex exclaimed, getting up from the couch and standing up with a defiant look on his face.
"How about you put your money where your mouth is then? Let's have a little contest. Whoever can take the most punches to their stomach has the better abs. I'll even let you punch first." Channing said. He knew Alex couldn't decline his challenge. The guy was too cocky and if he did he knew that Channing would call him a wimp and never let him live it down. As expected, Alex agreed. Standing with his back against the wall, Channing flexed his abs hard and put his hands behind his head before telling Alex to go ahead. Alex wasted no time and started throwing straight punches into Channing's abs with both hands, letting all of his dislike for the guy fuel the power of his punches. Much to Alex's surprise though, his punches were having no effect. Hell, he was doing more damage to his knuckles than he was doing to Channing's abs. Punching Channing's wall of gut meat was like punching a real wall.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! The constant sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room.
"Come on kid, I hope this isn't all you got." Channing taunted Alex about 20 minutes into the session of continuous punching. His abs were holding up against Alex's onslaught of punches easily, the only evidence that Alex was doing any damage was the slight wince each time a punch hit him in the solar plexus. Channing could feel that the younger male's punches were weakening. Both males were covered with a light sheen of sweat, beads of perspiration rolling down their bodies and matting Alex's hair to his forehead, trickling down from their armpits or neck, rolling down their back and abs, pooling into their bellybutton or getting sucked up by the waistband of their shorts; the room filling with the sweaty scent that was manly and rugged yet also strangely erotic.
Channing let Alex punch for 10 more minutes before, without warning, he suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around so that their positions were reversed. Alex was now against the wall and it would be Channing doing the punches.
"You better flex hard kid!" Channing gave Alex a slight warning, noticing he was still a bit surprised from the sudden switch in positions. Alex flexed his abs and then Channing got to work hammering away at them. Channing had to admit that Alex's abdominal wall was pretty solid, but it wasn't as good as his. After 15 minutes of continuous punches to the stomach, Alex's abs were starting to weaken despite the fact that the younger male was trying to keep flexed as hard as possible.
Switching from straight punches, Channing began driving vicious uppercuts into Alex's upper abs, forcing grunts out of him. He followed it up with a hard left right to Alex's liver. That punch did it.
"Fuck man. I'm done! I'm done!" Alex coughed out as hunched over, protecting his midsection with his arms, looking like he was about to be sick from the hard liver shot.
"Nah Alex." Channing said, using his left hand to grab around Alex's wrists and pin Alex's arms above his head. "If I recall correctly, your abs are the best." He quoted what Alex had said earlier. "If they are the best then they should be able to take a lot more than that." Channing got a sadistic glint in his eyes as he said that. He was going to give Alex the worse beating of his life. Alex's eyes bulged out and he let out a loud "Oooommphh!" as Channing drove a hard punch right into his bellybutton that sunk deep into his stomach. That liver shot had sapped all of the remaining strength out of his abs and they offered very little to no protection against Channing's punches and the position that he was in with his hands over his head made it even worse. Channing continued to drive punch after punch into Alex's stomach, focusing on power instead of speed. He was no longer met by solid resistance and instead his fist was enveloped by Alex's warm, sweat covered stomach.
The look on Alex's face was priceless. The pain he was feeling evident as well as disbelief. He couldn't believe that Channing was actually doing this to him and how much his stomach hurt. He was helpless against Channing and could only grunt and groan as his midsection was worked over. Holding Alex up was starting to be difficult, his legs were starting to buckle so Channing clamped a hand down on each of his shoulders and started to drive knee after knee into his stomach before letting him drop to the floor.

Channing looked down at his work. He had really messed Alex up. Coughing, Alex rolled over onto his back, arms spread out to the side. The opportunity was just too good to be passed up. Channing leapt into the air, flipped, and landed down as hard as he could onto Alex's midsection. The younger male couldn't help but cry out, eyes squeezing shut as Channing's bare feet drove down mercilessly into his stomach. Channing didn't bother getting off either, instead staying on his stomach even while Alex grabbed at his legs as if he could try to push him off or something, a vain attempt. Channing raised his left foot up and drove it down into Alex and then followed suit with his right foot, marching in place on Alex's gut, each stomp causing a low groan to arise out of Alex's mouth. After 10 or 15 minutes of this, Alex turned his head to the side and threw up from the constant pressure of Channing on his stomach.
"Well kid, you going to brag about those abs again?" Channing asked as he stepped off, deciding Alex had taken enough. Alex shook his head signaling a no. "You going to talk shit about me again?" Once again, another shake of the head. Pleased, Channing gave him a parting stomp and plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV to football, ignoring the groans of pain from the defeated male that was curled up on the floor only a few feet away. The director was going to kill him, but beating Alex was totally worth it!