cbscreative
12-08-2009, 04:02 PM
I don't know how the uninvited and unwelome bug even got into my gym, but I'd heard he had invaded other gyms. I just didn't think I would be invaded. From the moment he arrived, he showed nothing but disrespect: sticking gum under the benches, spilling pop on the floor, and leaving a sickening mess everywhere he went. I knew right away I was dealing with an arrogant punk and needed to get rid of him fast.
So I told him, "You better leave now while you have the chance."
Like a typical punk, he said, "Make me."
The fight was on!
ROUND 1 - He began immediately taunting and said, "It looks to me like your appetite isn't doing too well. What's wrong, can't hold down solid food? What's with the juice? How you gonna keep up your strength to fight? Oh, did I say strength? You're looking a bit weak and pale. And what about those chills and hot flashes as your fever goes up and down?" I said, "Don't worry about me, I've got plenty of surprises for you."
ROUND 2 - The badgering continues... "Still only drinking juice and not eating, eh?" So I changed the subject. "Let's talk about you and your future, or should I say, the lack thereof. First of all, you have no right to be in this gym and you're going down! Have you looked in the mirror? You're just a bug. You rule by intimidation like the playground bully. You have no substance and I'm not the least bit intimidated by you. You are the son of a mother devoid of discretion, and on top of that, you're a mutant! You come in here strutting your stuff like you're full of self importance. But you're nothing and it's time to leave."
ROUND 3 - Naturally he didn't like what I had to say, but I called his bluff and the only thing he had was incoherent ramblings. Round 3 went on without much incident as he made empty threats and I told him to prepare for defeat.
ROUND 4 - Now the gloves were off. I was done messing around. I ground that little punk into powder.
When he came to, I heard him ranting. "This isn't fair! I always keep these matches going at least 14 to 20+ Rounds, and after that, people are so worn out it takes them days, even weeks to recover. How did this happen?"
I said, "I'm not just anyone. I happen to be close personal friends with the creator of this body, and he's taught me a few things."
When I said that I could see the terror in his eyes, but he kept on ranting anyway. He made some comment that he was going after my family, expecting that would instill fear in me.
I repled, "That's not going to work either. You see...you're dead,"
Upon hearing that, the bug died.
©2009 Steve Chittenden
So I told him, "You better leave now while you have the chance."
Like a typical punk, he said, "Make me."
The fight was on!
ROUND 1 - He began immediately taunting and said, "It looks to me like your appetite isn't doing too well. What's wrong, can't hold down solid food? What's with the juice? How you gonna keep up your strength to fight? Oh, did I say strength? You're looking a bit weak and pale. And what about those chills and hot flashes as your fever goes up and down?" I said, "Don't worry about me, I've got plenty of surprises for you."
ROUND 2 - The badgering continues... "Still only drinking juice and not eating, eh?" So I changed the subject. "Let's talk about you and your future, or should I say, the lack thereof. First of all, you have no right to be in this gym and you're going down! Have you looked in the mirror? You're just a bug. You rule by intimidation like the playground bully. You have no substance and I'm not the least bit intimidated by you. You are the son of a mother devoid of discretion, and on top of that, you're a mutant! You come in here strutting your stuff like you're full of self importance. But you're nothing and it's time to leave."
ROUND 3 - Naturally he didn't like what I had to say, but I called his bluff and the only thing he had was incoherent ramblings. Round 3 went on without much incident as he made empty threats and I told him to prepare for defeat.
ROUND 4 - Now the gloves were off. I was done messing around. I ground that little punk into powder.
When he came to, I heard him ranting. "This isn't fair! I always keep these matches going at least 14 to 20+ Rounds, and after that, people are so worn out it takes them days, even weeks to recover. How did this happen?"
I said, "I'm not just anyone. I happen to be close personal friends with the creator of this body, and he's taught me a few things."
When I said that I could see the terror in his eyes, but he kept on ranting anyway. He made some comment that he was going after my family, expecting that would instill fear in me.
I repled, "That's not going to work either. You see...you're dead,"
Upon hearing that, the bug died.
©2009 Steve Chittenden