Option Two

His arms were wide open. Stupid move! I ran up the middle. If i was quick enough, i could get some body work done before he got his guard up.

I wasn't quick enough.

I got in close, which was my mistake. He grabbed me in a bear hug. I grunted as he squeezed me. GodDAMN, this guy was stronger than he was before!

"Should'a left faster, faggot!" He squeezed harder still, so hard the groan came out by **** rather than choice. AAAA!! I felt my elbows pop. Shit! My eyes were tearing up and it was getting hard to breathe. Shit, i didn't wanna lose like this, especially not in front of Shana.

Shana...

I raised a knee into his kidney a couple times until he let me go. We stood there, panting and groaning. He got his wind back first, and hit me with a running-start right in my mouth. I fell backward, landing on a chair. I shook the haze from my head and stood partway. I didn't feel quite so confident anymore; that punch hurt and i still wasn't right from the bear hug yet. He picked me up by the neck the rest of the way and then some. My feet left the floor. The customers cheered. Shana screamed and begged him to stop. The jukebox started playing 'Dont Fear the Reaper'. Now that's a damn bad sign.

'I'm not gonna lose in front of her!!' i thought. I brought my foot up to kick his balls. A cheap shot, i admit, but **** times...

Anyway, it didn't work. He caught my foot and used it to lift me completely over his head. I struggled but he slammed me down before i could get away. The air left my body like it was evading child support payments. He towered over me, smirking that fucking cocky smirk. God, i hate this guy. He raised a booted foot (of course he wore boots today!) and brought it down on my ribs. A loud 'CRACK!' flooded my ears as i moaned, gagged and....

'Come on baby (don't fear the reaper).'