It was the big day. André and Brandon met under the street light.
"It is time," said Brandon cracking his knuckles.
"You're about to go on a one way trip to Pain Town," smirked André, very confident in his own fighting abilities.
The two men circled each other for what felt like forever, and then Brandon charged with eyes filled with fire.
He threw a wild right hook, surpassing the strength of any boy before him.
But André was swift, and dodged the blow, and retaliated with a blow twice as strong.
Brandon let out a painful howl, and then fell to the ground.
André threw a knee, tossing Brandon into the telephone pole.
Brandon tried to crawl to his feet, but André stepped on his back, flattening him like a pancake.
Brandon retaliated with one last final move, and threw a strong elbow at André's ankle.
André took damage, and fell over, and Brandon actually thought he won. However, André quickly adjusted his fall and landed, elbow first, on Brandon's neck.
Brandon was finished.
"Spare me," begged Brandon.
But André just stared down at him coldly. He shook his head, and ended Brandon's story, with a bitter conclusion and no chances of a sequel.
André dusted off his shirt, put his hands in his pockets, and left.