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« on: November 19, 2009, 01:39:49 AM »
Coach Burton glared at Tony, although Tony was busy looking at Karen for reassurance. Karen simply smiled and nodded at him, so Tony faced forward. The hippo in front of him was already soaked with his own nervous sweat, and Tony could swear something foul had just released into the air.
"Grab him," growled Burton. Already, the Cheerleader girls in the short blue dresses seemed to be dancing in formation. Students gestured as if they were expecting something exciting to happen.
"Go boys, GO!" intoned Burton.
Tony lunged out and gripped the straps of Fatty's wrestling suit, wincing at the wetness, before driving his head into Fatty's. A sense of dizziness cut into him, and when his vision cleared, he found Fatty lying helpless on the floor.
"Another crushing blow for Fatty !" squealed the giant boy. The students cheered as if Tony had won some epic battle, and Tony could hear Karen cheering his name.
Fatty struggled to haul himself onto his bulky feet, before backing away from Tony. A pang of dizziness laid into he back of Tony's head, but he continued forward.
"Hit him !" screamed one of the Cheerleaders. "Hit Him ! Hit Him !" The other students watching cheered in response. Tony was sure that if they all had weapons, they would be waving them in the air like some kind of psycho horde of murderers. Out the corner of his eye, Tony could see Jake sitting contently on the bleachers, smiling.
Tony rushed forward and delivered a blow to Fatty's face, which shocked the Giant kid.
"More !" screamed a student bystander. "More !"
Fatty seemed to be running away, trying to back out of the ring until a student stepped forward and shoved him back in. Tony raised his fists, one after the other, and struck Fatty two times in the face. He heard something crack, and blood started to squirt in trickles down Fatty's wrestling uniform.
He looked at Burton, who simply smiled contently. The Cheerleaders continued to cheer, and Karen gave him a big smile and a brief thumbs up. In the bleachers, Jake continued to smile, although it took on a morbid quality in it. The bystanders roared in anticipation.
Fatty looked broken.
Canis canem edit.…..Dog eat dog.
Tony gripped Fatty's moist uniform, and with an unknown strength, dragged him forward. He delivered two strikes to his opponent's puffy cheeks, and then finished him with a devastating knee to the face. Fatty collapsed on his back, obviously injured.
The students exploded in fits of insanity.
"That's enough !”, growled Burton. He looked less pissed. "Maybe you're not so useless after all !"
As the students exited out of the gym, Tony looked down at his knuckles. Blood.
"Good job, there," crowed Jake. "I see you're getting used to the place."
"I guess," said Tony, continuing to marvel at the stains of red on his knuckles.
"You were great out there, Tony," said Karen, who ran up to the two. Tony continued to stare at his knuckles, comparing the spots.
"Oh !", said Jake, startled. "Who's this ?"
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