Fight 365

Fight 365
Jake Paget

“Twenty-eight seconds left on the clock, with the Grizzlies on the thirty yard line, with your Crystal Lake Mustangs up fourty-nine to thirty-five. Darren McCabe was hicked the ball, and handed it off in the back field, only to be tackled by Sam Maverick for a 4 yard loss.” The anouncer shouted as the croud cheared. “These two stars have been going at it for the whole game. Bou Lansing with the ball now just making it past the line of scrimage, and oh my gooddness!” In a split secod Sam Maverick ran full speed and dove into the rock hard abs that were broken through to the soft and squishy center of the oposing team’s half back’s gut. Crushing his ribs and will to play. With Sam’s body parralle with the ground and the half back’s body curled like a “C” around Sam’s body, the ball flew out of colision faster than either team’s quarter b ack could throw. 2. 1. 0. The croud cheared, and yelled in joy.
“Mustangs win! Mustangs win!’” The anouncer cried “That was the most outstnding game I have seen all season” A mash of football players surounded Sam praising him. As both teams walked off the field one Grizzly turn tourds the mustangs while Sam was taking off him helmet with a smile on his face and said with a cocky smart mouth tone,
“I’m sure your old man would have loved to see the game,” Sam stopped where he was and emidiatly lost his smile. “I guess he just didn’t know when to stop, juice man, that stuff will kill ya” The player saw that Sam was mad, so he turned away, and started to walk thinking he won. What he didn’t see was Sam running full speed, with fierce anger in his eyes and heart.
Sam grabbed the Grizzly by the face mask and yelled while shaking the players head, “What did you say? What did you say?” Asking Sam as he then pulled off and threw the players helmet. Left, right, left, the punches came at the Grizzly, only being able to dodge the first three then taking a right jab to his nose, then crying out, but Sam did not stop. He grabbed the player by the neck pad and unstopping he punched and kneed the player in his stomack. When another Grizzly ran at Sam, he grabbed him by the shoulder pads and threw him out of the way. Sam turned around while the half dead Grizzle was standing up, Sam instantly gave a right hook to the left side of his jaw, emediatly knocking him uncontious. I turned and looked to my suroundings, quicly I took down a large lineman. Both teams were coliding in the middle of the field. I could barly move, because it was so crouded, just being able to hit with my elbow, or knee someone in the stomack. I turn to large push ion my back. I look at who is next for a beaty down, I turn and...
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I awake dizzy and with the biggest head ache in my life. I think to my self about how I got in my bed, or to my house, or evenm what heppened in the fight? I try to stand, but almost feel several times barly making it to my dresser. As I look into my merrior I see nothing more than two cuts and a bruse, but then I notice my nose turned just the slightest bit to the left. So with just a little push and tug, I push the bone and turn it until I hear a crack.
“Perfect”
I walked slowly down my steps and walk down to my kitchen. I saw my mom standing in the kitchen, almost as if she was waiting for me. I ignor her and walk to the fridge to look for a feast before I hear than I’m not going to school today.
“Your Prisipal called.” My mother said as if she thought I already knew what she was going to say, which I did. “Your expelled, again.”
I just ignored what she was saying, because I hated that school anyway.
“Sam, you need to stop the fighting, this is the third school this year, and were not even past thanksgiving.” She told me as I faced away from her.
“You would have understood why I did that if you knew what he said.” I snapped back
“I don’t care what he said, I care that we are going to have to move, again, just because you can’t seem to hold in your actions.”
“I Don’t care about you, I don’t need you in my life, I’m old enough to make choices for myself.” I turned and yelled, but she just stared at me and walked out of the room.
“Oh yeah, make sure to pack.” She said as she walked away with no emotions.
I opened the fridge back up and grabbed a gatorade and walked intot he basement to grab the boxes, and go into my room. I pack my cloths, my trophies and acentials. I reached at the top of my closet and pulled down an old box, I opened it and it was my fathers stuff, just a couple books a hat, glasses, trophies, and a shirt that read Coach Maverick. I closed the box and wrote “Useless Junk” with a perminate marker.
We rented a large cargo truck to transport our things from Franfort, down to Orlando and pull along my Gold Turd, which is also known as my gold car that is falling apart for the inside out.. It took hours after boring hours, but at least it was quiet, because Charlie was asleep and my Mom was driving behind in the Jeep. As we were driving I couldn;’t think of anything, but how long I could stay in this school. As we arrived into Florida I couldn’t help to notice that every house was at least twise as large as my old one.
“There is no way we can afored one of these.” Charlie said as he awoke.
“I have no idea what Mom is thinking.” I said with a laugh, “How was your little snooze?”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” Chalrie said thinking he was to old to take naps in the car.
“Of course you weren’t, you were just drueling, because you saw a pretty girl?’ I asked as Charlie looked at his shirt seeing the druel and blushed.
“Well here we are N3562 W165.” I said looking at a home that was no less than one milion dollars.
We jumped out of the truck, both looking at our Mom thinking, where did she got the money for this. But she just walked inside with a big smile on her face. Chalie and I then looked at each other and raced inside to search for the biggest room. I hopped into the second biggest room, because my Mom demanded the largest one, but my cealing was till twenty feet high. I never unpacked, just stared off into space on my king size bed. The next thing I knew I woke up to the sound of a loud alarm coming from inside my box, it drove me insane leading my to rip it open and throw the clock out my window. Relising that was my alarm to wake up for school. I slowly walked into the shower, brushed my teath, and got dressed thinking about the “awesome” new school I will b going to.
I pulled into the parking lot seeing Hummers, Corvetts, and BMW’s, figures my spot is between to two nicest BMW’s in the parking lot. As I walk into the huge school I see nothing, but preps and jocks all full of themselves. I walk looking at everyones deep almost fake tans, it’s almost winter. First hour, Advanced English, fun.
I sit in the middle of the class listoning to the “geniouses” in my class, answering 6th grade questions thinking thy are the smartest person in the world, I can’t imagine the basic classes.
“What did Charles Dickens express in his story, anyone?” Mr. Moony asked. “Tori?”
“What?” Tori asked, because she was paying no attention.
“Mhm, how about you Sam, any ideas?” Asking me thinking I wasn’t paying attention.
“Dickens was trying to imply agony, and distress through his character of Hamilton, by making him raise hopes but then loose them all in a tragic death, into depression.” I answered.
“Excilent answer Mr. Mavorick” He looked over at Tori, “He’s been here one day and already knows more than you, you could learn something from him Tori.”
The class was easy and went fast, the only thing I learned was that every eight to nine minutes Tori would move her thick blond hair out of her deep blue eyes.
Lunch. I walkked into the lunch room scanning to find an open tabel, none to be found. I didn’t want to sit down at a tabel with random people I don’t know, they would think im a freak, a geak. I walk the campose, ending up in the stands of the football field. Scanning the field of terf and crisp white lines I can only remember what happened just last week. I see my hands shaking, my brusings stinging, I see the team, Grizzlies, I see the kid, I see my father. Short brown hair, smiling, talking to me. I was seven, we were reparing his spark plugs before he went to the bar to watch the Hawkeye game with his friends. Check my phone, lunch ends in five minutes.
I walk through the bleachers to get back to the school faster, and I start to hear a yell. Something about covering someones face. It gets louder as I get closer. At the end of the bleachers I see six guys, two of them are fighting, I see blood spater on to the ground after a black kid punches a thicker white kid in side of his jaw. I sprint over, pushing one kid out of the way to stop him from being punched. I notice the one I pushed is wearing mixed fighting gloves. I get fiercly punched in back of my head. I turn and punch the first body I see, it was the black kid who had origionaly hit me. I then get pushed from the side by the kid who was getting beaten earlier.
He was yelling, “I got this.”
I turn looking at him ready to hit him if he comes any closer, but then a kid with short blond hair stepped forward and calmy said.
“Dude, I think he’s got this.” Adressing me to back away from the fight.
I begin to walk away from the croud, turning back to see a kid signaling to begin fighting. The white kid throwing a punch, but blocked and punched extremely hard in the middle of his face, and knocked on the ground. He stood back up bleeding from his mouth, smiling with blood trailling through his teeth and gums.
I had no idea why he loved to get beaten so hard. I spent my last two classes, thinking about nothing but the kids at the bleachers. The bell rang, 2:30. I was walking out to my car, when a car pulled up to me, with some kid rolling down his window in a shinny box car.
“Hey, you need a ride?” The kid asked.
“No thanks.” I replied.
The back seat window rolled down.
“You sure?” It was Tori.
“I’m pretty sure.” I laughed and gave a cheesy smile.
“Well okay, but do you want to come to a party tonight?”
I looked at her, questioning if she was joking or not.
“Here’s the adress, be there at seven.”
“I’ll be there” I said in excitement.
Throwing cloths all around my room looking for a nice shirt to where to the party. I had to search through all my boxes determining what to wear. Finding absolutly nothing, I closed my eyes and grabbed a random shirt, USA wrestling state champion shirt from 9th grade, it will due. I grab my keys and jump in my golden turd searching the nieghborhood for the house. They were all huge, it could be any of them. My car starts to vibrate, I look up and see a giant house at the end of the street filled with cars and lights, pumping music that shook the house.
I park across the street and make my way inside looking at all the beautiful houses, cars, and girls. I took twop steps inside and scanned for Tori, no where to be found.
“Hey bro!” an arm is thrown around me, it was the white kid that got the snot knocked out of his face behind the bleachers. “I’m Ryan Mcarthy.”
“Hey?” I answered thinking he didn’t like me.
“We meet earlier, but didn’t have a good introduction.” He said, “Your Sam right?”
“Yeah, how do you know me?” I asked.
“YouTube my friend, if something about fighting gets on there, I will see it.”
“Why would I come up on YouTube for fighting.”
“Football game, ring a bell?”
“Oh yeah, I’m not usualy like…” He stopped me bofore I could tell him I’m not like that.
“Dude that was so crazy awesome.” He said then laughed. “Coem with me I’ll give you the heads up.”
We walked the main hallway of the house as he was telling me about there football team, the school, but I really started listoning when he mentioned the girls.
“The girls here are amazing” He said as we walked past a group of girls in one of the three living rooms, “Bikinis all year round!”
I couldn’t help but stare.
“But if you wanna be someone here your gunna need to know the man of this school.”
We walked into the kitchen and Ryan ran up to a guy, tuned him around, grabbed his hand and gave a bro hug. It was the blong kid from behind the bleachers.
“This is Sam Mavorick.” He pointed to me.
“Hey, My name is Jeff, I saw that video. Water!” He threw a water bottle in the air to me, I cought it. “Nice catch, The fight though, you must have took on at least seven guys just by yourself, and that right hook to the jaw, beautiful!.”
I smiled, “Thanks.”
We walked outside to pool, babes were everywhere. The pool, the hot tub and all over Jeff.
“Now this is where the real magic happens.” Jeff said while walking up to a ledge on the hill in his back yard.
At the bottom of the hill was a cirlce of people crouding around two guys fighting. I watched as they both evenly beat each other, and others watching a cheared at the inteance violence.
“But, now it’s time for the real show.” Jeff said in excitement.
Jeff turned and started to walk at a big open space in his back yard, and people started to croud. Jeff julled down his jeans revealing a pair of white and black mixes martial arts shorts. Then he pulled off his shirt, he was ripped, sculpted arms, and pex, leading down to chizeled abs. All the girls cheared and took pictures with their phones. I couldn’t imagine who would want to fight him.
“Suit up Mavorick.” Jeff told me
“Me?” I said wondering if I’m the only Mavorick.
“Yeah you, if you wanna be the best, you have to beat the best.” He said then pointing to himself.
“But, I don’t want to be the best.”
“Oh come on Sam, we all saw the video, you have skills.”
“No thanks man I’m not fighting you.”
“Then why are you here?” Jeff asked.
I said nothing, but looked over at Tori, she was in the front just staring back at me.
“Oh…” Jeff said.
He walked over to Tori and put his arms around her and kissed her on the lips.
“Awkward.” Jeff said looking at me.
Everyone laughed, but I just walked to the door to leave.
“So it isn’t true?” Jeff asked me. “Your Dad is still alive?”
I stopped.
“I mean, why would you throw a hissy fit, if the old b****** is still alive.”
I turned took one look and tried to run at him. I would have took his head off if his friends didn’t stop me.
“Oh, looks like I turned your switch on.”
“Get me the gloves.” I told his friend holding me.
Jeff and I stood opposite corners from each other. Him just smiling and me ready to tear him to pieces.
“Okay, you both understand the rules.” One kid asked.
I wasn’t listoning but I shook my head yes anyway.
“Fight!”
I ran at Jeff, only to be thrown to the side.
“Come on Sam, make your daddy proud.”
I ran at him again, but this time I punched him full fource in his face, but when I tried to keep punching him he just blocked or dodged them, he was fast. I threw a hard right punch, but he cought it in his arm, turned me and elbowed me in the back of my head. I went to the ground.
“Get up Mavorick.”
I saw a cup next to me, I hit it up into Jeff’s. While he was dazed I punched him in his face, then his gut, but when I went for his face, he blocked it, head butting me in my nose.
“Now that was cheap.” Jeff said expecting more. “Your to much of the boxing type, this is mixed fighting, mix it up a little.
He then went for a punch but stopped after I put my arms over my face to block, and kicked me in the back of the knee. I went straight down. I opened my eyes seeing Jeff on top of me. He punched me in my face countless times.
“Now Sam, this is where it has to end, with you looking like a pussy.”
I got up onto my hands and knees, and took one look at him. He ran at me and kicked me in the side of my face. Blood flew out of my mouth. Everyone started to yell and chear. But I could not stand down, I stared to stand back up.
“What are you doing Sam, you can fight a different day.” Ryan said to me.
“Jeff!” Jeff turned to me. “You ain’t got shnap!”
I ran at him trying to punch him but every time I missed. Eventualy he ducked and punched me in my right knee. I dropped, hard. I look up, everything is spinning. I try to stand, I am on two feet, but everything is moving up, down and around. I turn to hear Jeff.
“You just don’t know when to back down.”
My vidion is perfect for just a second, to see Jeff in the air, his fist coming straight at me, enough time to watch, but not enough time to move. That moment lasted forever. Finally my nose caved in my eys sunk back and my teeth chipped off.Everything is black, all I can hear is a croud of people yelling and chearing for my pain, my missory.
I can see light again, I can see Ryan.
“Don’t worry.” He told me, “Your gunna be okay.”
Everything was hazy his words were echoed in the back of my head. Then I woke up. Looking around in my room, looking into my merior, I see bruises, cuts, and blood, lots of blood. My door knob twisted, I turned waiting to see if I need to cover my face if it my mom. Charlie steps in.
“Oh my God.” Chalie said, “What does the other guy look like.”
I smiled. “Bad” I didn’t want my little brother to know someone beat me sensless with out me even having a chance.
“We have school in an hour, get up.” Chalie told me.
I looked around after he walked out the door, and fell back on the bed. I woke up, 11:30.
“Well I’m not going to school today.”
I did my homework from the day before, and basicly just sat around watching Tv. I constantly checked the clock to see whne school is over. Everyone at school probably is calling me names and making fun of me. The door bell rang, I hope it’s not my mom coming home early to yell at me more. I went to the door, opened it to see that it was ryan.
“What’s up bro!” Ryan said to me.
“What do youi want?”
“I wanted to pick you up before practice.” He replied.
“Practice for what? I’m not in any sport.”
“You will be.” He told me. “Come with me.”
I didn’t bother to try and fight with him, and I was interested in any sport possible. We take his Camero, making my Gold Turd look like, well, a Gold Turd. We arive just minutes later at a beat up building. On the side it read Figth 365. We walked inside, there were tons of guys working out and sparring. There was a large African man in the middle of the group yelling, and encouraging the others. Ryan walked up to the man, and started to talk to him. He started to walk tourds me, I didn’t know what to do.
“You think you have what it takes?” He asked me.
I looked at Ryan, he was shaking his head yes. “Yes. I do.”
“Are you a fast learner?”
“What?” I asked.
“If you want to be in the elite class, you need to be a quick learner, and also no fighting outside of the class.”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“Alright well get started, oh yes, I’m Batist.” He told me and walked to the group.
“Well what do I do?”
“Lean, fast.” He told me. “Everyone! Stations.”
Ryan brought me to a set of weights, he told me to curl then lift, I cought on for about a minute, but then everyone had to change where they were. Now I was at a bench press, there must have been three hundred pounds on it. I was struggling to do just five reps. But then it was time to change again. Lifting weights, sparing, carying tiers, and climbing ropes, it was two hours of pure work. I got maybe five seconds to rest until I showed up at the next station.
Days even weeks past, and I was getting stronger and stronger. Now I can out do anyone in any work out there. But the fighting, that was a whole different story, I couldn’t beat anyone in the building. And the more I was being told how to fight, the more I got frusterated and upset. Until one day I flipped.
“Sam! Breath Sam. You aren’t blocking your midsection.” Batist yelled to me.
“Stop yelling, I know what I’m doing!”
“Then why are you hear?”
“Well at least I have more of a life than fighting.”
“Leave. Go to your home.”
I didn’t want to fight so I just barged out of the building. Ryan followerd me out the door.
“Hey, Sam I’ll give you a ride home.”
I thought about it for a moment, and went with him.
We drove down the road, but all I can think about was my anger. I saw Batist, I saw Jeff, the kid from the football game, and my dad. BEEP! BEEP BEEP!
“Dude cool it! The light is red.” Ryan yelled at the Hummer behind us.
BEEP BEEP! I couldn’t take it, I opended the car door and fiercly walked to the Hummer behind us. A man walked out of the driver’s door, another out of the passengers, and two from the back.
“You have a problem tough guy?” The driver asked me.
“Yeah, actualy I do.” I answered.
“Sam, you don’t have to do this!” Ryan yelled to me.
One of the guys went to punch me in the face, but I cought his arm and twister it, then punched him in his stomach. Ryan instantly brought out his camera, and started to tape it. Two guys run at me, I kicked one in the chest, but was punched in the head by the other. I quickly punched the man twise in the face, until he fell to the ground. The last man was coming at me I tried to go at him but a man on the ground held my leg. So I punched them man coming at me in the stomach twise, threw him then kicked the man on the ground in the head until he let me go. A man ran at me, but a threw his body up agaist the Hummer’s side, then threw his head into the passanger side merroir. Everyone was knocked out. I walked back into Ryan’s car.
“Alright, let’s go.”
The video was number one all over the internet. Everyoner saw it, everyone was talking about it. People in the school were starting to notice me. The guys were starting to talk to me, the girls were asking for my number. There just seems to be something about being able to fight that brings the attention to everyone here. I walki8ng into English with a smile on my face, but it istantly went away when I remembered who I sit next to, Tori.
“Alright class, I will be dividing you into groups of three to create a story that will be due at the end of the week.” Mr. Moony told us. “Alright Sam you can go with Ben and Tori.
“Great.” I thought to my self.
“Okay guys, what do you want to write about?” Asked Ben.
“Let’s write about betrail.” I said
“How about forgivness?” Tori mentioned.
“Or Backstabbing.” I replied
“You need to get past this.”
“You set me up to get beaten by your boyfriend, what is there to get past?”
“He told me he just wanted to spar, he never said is was going to be an actual fight.”
“Well maybe you should have worned me.”
“I didn’t want you to think I was a bad person.”
“Well I probably would be as pissed, if I just didn’t go, and get pumbled by your boyfriend.”
“He’s not even my boyfriend anymore I broke up with him the day you were gone.”
“Guys, can we stay on track with the story?” Asked Ben.
“Shut up Ben!” Tori and I yelled.
“I don’t want to be with Jeff, I want to be with you.” Tori said to me.
All day I thought aboiut what she said, but I needed to forget about it before I get destracted at practice. I pull into the parking lot ten minutes beofre class starts, just to get in an extra spar. I walk in an begin to put my gloves on, but Batist quickly walks up to me, and rips both my gloves off.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“ Practice is soon.” I replied.
“Not for you it’s not, you promised you would never fight outside of the building, and what do you go off and do? He asked “You fought, leave, never come back here again.”
I looked at him, but knew he was right, so I didn’t try to fight. I drove home that night with Ryan.
“Sam, we need to get you back into that building.”
“How?” I asked.
“Well the place is called Fight 365, but there is no way he is in there all the time, I mean he has to come out some time.”
“So since I can’t go in there, we should wait until he comes to us?”
“Exactly.”
Ryan and I camped out in his car for three hours everynight, for four nights. Then on the fourth day Batist came out of his cave, and walked three miles to an organic food mart. Now was my chance. I walke the isles searching, until I finaly found him.
“Bitist!” I shouted.
He turned and looked at me, but kept shopping.
“I want to apolagize.”
“I’m listoning.” He replied.
“When I joined I had every intention on fighting outside of the building, but after training with you and everone else, I relised that I wasn’t in the program for the violence, I was now in it for the expieriance, to make me a beter person.”
“And?”
“And I want to come back to Fight 365, please.”
“I’ll see you tomaro, three o’clock.”
“Wait, but class starts at four.”
“I know.” Bitist sais as he walk away.
I showed up to practice the next day, I trained harder than ever before. And I came the next day working even harder than the last. Weeks turning into months, I ddin;t even care about Jeff anymore. It was late March now, and practice just ended I was saying goodbye to Bitist and Ryan, and luged home in my Gold Turd.
But before Ryan was got into his car, Jeff pulled up in his Escalde.
“Hey Ryan.” Jeff said.
“Oh hey what’s up bro.”
“Nothin’ much, how’s Sam doing, is he up for a rematch or what.”
“No way, Sam changed.”
“What?”
“Yeah, he’s not into outside fighting.”
“Really?” Jeff said with anger in his voice. “I’ve been looking forward to making him a fool again.
“I don’t know about that. Sam has gotten really good.”
“Is that so?” Jeff asked. “Well you wanna come over, me and the guys are working on some new moves.”
“Yeah, sure that would be awesome, I’ll meet you over there.”
“Oh come on bro, ride with us.” Jeff told Ryan.
“Okay.”
Chalie, Tori and I were sitting around my kitchen tabel, playing Pocker for candy.
“Four aces, I win again.”
“Dang Chalie how do you win everytime.” I asked.
“It’s a gift.”
There was a loud thud then a door slam. I walked outside watching a black car speed away. I looked down, Ryan was laying face down on the ground.
“Ryan!” I yelled.
I ran to him, and turned his body around, his face was cut up, body full of bruises, and both eyes black and swullen.
“Is Ryan okay?” Tori asked.
“No, we need to take him to the hospital.”
Were in the hospital trying to tell the doctors he fell down the stairs, after Rayn woke up and went along with it, they belived us. Tori and I walked out of the hospital to my car. We needed to make one more stop.
We arived at fight 365, Bitist was picking up the mats.
“Bitist! I need to talk to you.”
“What is it Sam?”
“Ryan, he was attacked, and I need to.” I was interupted.
“Sam you can not fight anyone.”
“But Ryan is in the hospital, he was taking for what I have done, and I’m going to settle this, but I need your permission.”
“Sam, do what you need to do.” Bitist told me.
I smiled and ran back to the car. To Jeff’s house. We arived while a party was going on at Jeff’s house. I searched his house not being able to find him. I plan to come back thje next day, so I walk out to his front yard and he was waiting inside of a croud of people, for me.
“Hey Sam, your late.”
“This ends here and now Jeff.”
“Would you like to do the honors Sam?”
I ran at Jeff, ducked a punch then elbowed him in his gut. Then got to his back picked him up and dropped him on his back. He instantly got back up. I threw two punches, one blocked but the other planted right on his neck. I was struck in the ribs with his shin, I felt a crack. I yelled, and while distracted he grabbedd my arm under my leg and pulled, flipping me stright on my back, and my ribs. More and more people were surounding the battle.
I was on my back defending from Jeff getting on top of me. He tried punching but I stopped it with my foot, then I kicked him in his face. He came back tried to kick me, but I cought his foot, placed my feet on his chest. I lifted him into the air, planted my foot on his throught and slammed him down, holding him in an arm bar. But after seconds he rolled out of it, I should have expected him to be good enough to out last an arm bar. He was now on top of me throwing non-stop punches, but I was able to role back on top of him. Constantly switching positions and throwing head punches, He finaly blocked and roled away. While he was standing up, I attemped to kick him in his head, the way he knocked me out, but he blocked it quickly.
We both circled each other waiting for the other man to make the move. He charged me, so I blocked my head, but he kicked me in my ribs. Crack. I yelled, now everyone knew I was hurt. He ran at me picking me up and slamming me down on the hood of a car. I tied his head up in my legs, but forgot we were fighting on concreat. He picked my up turned around and slammed me down on the ground. I tried standing up, but when I did he pulled my head into his arms and I began to choke, everything was getting dazy, colors shifting. I saw Chalie, my Mom, Sam, Tori, I saw my Dad. I pulled down Jeff’s head and spun. Both of our bodies flying across the ground. We gott up, I grabbed his arm and threw him over my back onto the ground. I punched him once in the face, but he spun and stood up. He came at me, left hand in his face, right hand in his face, left again. I then wound up and jumped while spinning, kicked him across the face. His body spun as it went to the ground.
Everyone was going crazy, yelling screaming chearing. It was over.