Ben slammed the door behind him and turned to face the enemy. The Kid laid stomach down on the dirty carpet that protected Ben's living room floor. It was there that he focused long and hard about the actions he was going to take. He had no plan other than the overwhelming desire to through as many punches as he could. He wanted make Ben beg for mercy and scream in anguish. If he executed this plan, Chalk would be so proud of him. He wouldn't face ridicule and instead would be honored and admired by his friends.
Feeling the stares from Ben he sprang up onto the balls of his feet and prepared to fight. "You have no idea what's coming for you, Blackshaw," snarled The Kid. They both knew that this fight would end in a knockout. The question became who would be victorious?
The Kid rose both of his white knuckled fists to protect his face from any blows that Ben may throw. He began to jump alternating his legs with the jabs he was throwing. Ben admired as he watched his opponent warm up in a similar fashion that many boxers would. Ben appeared astonished that this young man, maybe even a teenager, was tiring himself out before he even laid a hand on his opponent.
If he isn't going to start I might as well, Ben thought as he ran away from the front door and toward The Kid. The unprepared youngin was greeted with a left hook straight to his upper eye. The shock of the punch knocked The Kid off his feet and back onto the floor where he initially started. Ben could have taken advantage of The Kid's position, choosing to sit on top of him and punch him repeatedly. Instead, Ben choose to calmly wait for his opponent to gain his breath and return to the upright position.
The Kid began to punch as fast as he could without a target in sight. He threw a right hook and Ben reacted by deflecting the shot. It was becoming a fight between a sensei and his student who was just learning the proper techniques to use. Ben developed a new strategy in between the punches that The Kid was throwing. He decided that he would let The Kid punch and weave and jump and jab until he could no longer. Once he had completely tired himself out he would then put him in a choke hold until he passed out. This would give Ben the opportunity to tie him to a chair for questioning once he awoke.
CRACK. "You dirty good for nothing," Ben screamed in anguish. He had been more focused on planning his attack than paying attention to The Kid's karate moves. The Kid had sized up his opponent and took advantage of the situation by delivering a hard right kick to Ben's rib cage. Ben instantly felt the snap of the bone followed by warm pulsing and pain. "I will make you regret what you just did, you son of a bitch."
The gates of Hell had opened and Ben went after The Kid with full force. He raised his left arm up and jabbed at The Kid's right cheek bone. Immediately he followed with a left hook at his rib cage. Bones were definitely shattered. Ben could smell The Kid's fear and used that as ammo to inflict more pain. He continued to jab left, right, right, right left, left, right, left. The Kid could not protect himself anymore. He succumbed to Ben's punches and began to take shots to the nose, eyes, lips and head.
Ben's adrenaline was surely pumping at this particular moment. He could continue to beat The Kid all day long, however, he felt it was time to put him out of his misery. The Kid starred at Ben's three reflections trying to make sense of the situation. As he did, Ben threw a left jab at The Kid's broken ribs. In a fit of pain The Kid grabbed for his side and let out a bloody scream.
I can't have my neighbors hearing this punk, Ben thought as his left fist made contact with The Kid's eye socket.
It was lights out.