Zoro & Gunshed: Savage in Ibiza (Part 3) — 

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Chapter 11: Welcome to Muscle Beach, Ibiza

The Ibiza air smelled like sea salt, tanning oil, and pure testosterone.
Zoro and Gunshed pulled up to Muscle Beach in their dusty open-roof jeep, blaring hardcore EDM remixes of 90s hip-hop.

Zoro, rocking ripped jean shorts and a sleeveless “SUN'S OUT, GUNS OUT” shirt, leapt out first.
Gunshed followed, wearing tight black gym shorts and a "GET SAVAGED" tank top, protein shake already halfway gone.

The beach wasn’t just pretty — it was a FLEXING FESTIVAL.
Barbells gleamed under the sun. Beach rigs with pull-up bars, squat racks, and even a bench press made out of surfboards and chains stretched across the sand.
Everywhere you looked: chiseled bodies, power poses, glistening muscles.

"Bro," Zoro said, adjusting his snapback backward, "we're home."

They started warming up right there — giant one-arm pushups, overhead kettlebell tosses, abs crunching so hard nearby tourists filmed them for TikTok.

From a distance, the MC of Muscle Beach spotted them.
His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.
"NEW BLOOD!" he roared into his mic. "GET READY FOR THE MUSCLE ROYALE!"

The crowd whooped.
Ladies in neon bikinis cheered.
Some dudes dropped their dumbbells in shock.

Zoro smirked.
Gunshed cracked his knuckles.
Ibiza wasn't ready.

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Chapter 12: The Muscle Royale — Only the Savage Survive

A ring of humans and beach rigs formed the battle arena.
Flags whipped in the sea breeze. The DJ dropped bass heavier than Zoro’s deadlifts.

The Muscle Royale was about to start.

The announcer shouted:
"Today's events — ONLY SAVAGES SURVIVE!
If you're weak...
If you cry...
If you crumble...
You get SPRAYED OFF THE BEACH WITH A HOSE!"

Crowd: "OOOOOH!"

First event: Sandbag Deadlifts.
Massive 200-pound bags drenched in seawater.

Zoro stepped up first, grabbed a bag, and hurled it over his head like it weighed nothing.
The crowd exploded.

Gunshed, grinning, bear-hugged TWO bags at once, veins in his arms bulging like angry snakes, and deadlifted them while shouting "GET SAVAGED!"

The announcer lost his mind.
"LORD HAVE MERCY, WE GOT MONSTERS!"

The Spanish Twins, Los Hermanos Diablo, glared at them from across the beach — top dogs before Zoro and Gunshed showed up.
Rivalry sparked.
Testosterone levels peaked.

Next event: Ocean Kettlebell Carry.
Contestants had to wade waist-deep into the crashing surf, grab 100-pound kettlebells, and run them 100 meters back across the sand.

Zoro and Gunshed demolished it — splashing like wild beasts, muscles soaked, flexing through the crashing waves.

People screamed. Phones shook.
One lady literally fainted when Gunshed smiled at her mid-sprint.

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Chapter 13: Sweat, Glory, and the Ladies of Ibiza

After crushing the events, Zoro and Gunshed caught their breath under the shade of a protein shack.

That’s when they appeared.

Niamh — Zoro’s future Irish bombshell — strolled past wearing a neon green bikini and round shades, long blonde hair whipping in the wind.
She was sculpted like a goddess, abs sharper than a ninja star.

She gave Zoro a smirk that could've melted metal.
Zoro, breathing hard, whispered,
"Bro... I’m gonna marry that woman."

Meanwhile, Gunshed locked eyes with Amahle — an African queen whose dark skin glowed under the sun, her figure wrapped in a fiery red bikini.

She sauntered by with the sway of someone who knew she could break hearts just by blinking.
Gunshed wiped his brow, whispered back,
"Bro... I’m gonna be a dad."

They both laughed, clinked protein shakes, and made a silent pact: DOMINATE the Muscle Royale, WIN the night, and GET THE GIRLS.

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Chapter 14: The Final Battle — The Ultimate Tug of War

The grand finale was a giant sand pit roped off with red flags.
At its center — the Tug of War rope, thick as anaconda muscle.

On one side:
Zoro and Gunshed, shoulders pumped, veins out, breathing fire.

On the other:
Los Hermanos Diablo, grinning cockily, tattoos flashing under the sunset.

The MC screamed:
"WINNERS TAKE ALL — PRIDE, GLORY, VIP ACCESS TO LA FURIA!"

The crowd counted down:
"3… 2… 1… SAVAGE!!"

The rope jerked.
Sand exploded under their feet.

Zoro planted like an oak tree, biceps flexing so hard it looked like they might tear his shirt apart.
Gunshed dropped into beast mode, leaning back with an animal roar.

The Diablo Twins surged forward — but Gunshed shouted across the pit:

"DO YOU EVEN LIT, BRO?!"

The twins faltered — shocked.
And that's all Zoro and Gunshed needed.

WHAM! They yanked with savage fury.
The twins faceplanted into the sand so hard the earth trembled.

VICTORY.

Crowds rushed in, hoisting Zoro and Gunshed on their shoulders.
Champagne blasted into the air.
Niamh and Amahle ran up, tackling their men with kisses.

It was pure, glorious, sweaty, shredded, savage CHAOS.

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Chapter 15: Party at La Furia — Savage Never Sleeps

La Furia was Ibiza's wildest club: gold-plated bars, neon waterfalls, LED floors that thumped to the bass.

VIP tables overflowed with tropical drinks, whole grilled chickens, and pre-workout shooters (because why not?).

Zoro sat on a velvet couch, shirtless, ripped to the gods, Niamh perched on his lap.
They fed each other chicken wings between kisses.

Across the VIP section, Gunshed slow-danced with Amahle to a dirty reggaeton beat, their muscles shining under the strobes.

At one point, Zoro grabbed the mic from the DJ and shouted,
"THIS ONE GOES OUT TO ALL MY BROTHERS WHO LIFT HEAVY AND LOVE HARD!"
The crowd went nuts.

At dawn, drunk on gains, romance, and coconut rum, Zoro and Gunshed sat on the beach.
Girls curled against them.
Waves crashing nearby.

"Bro..." Zoro said, voice hoarse but happy, "we didn’t just savage.
We SAVAGED THE PLANET."

Gunshed fist-bumped him without even looking, grinning into the sunrise.

"Always, bro. Always."

END OF PART 3.