Hey all, Bob here. This is my first Fan-Fiction ever. Before anything else, I would like to tell you that English is not my mother tongue and you may find some grammatical errors and discrepancies. Damn us Asians with our Engrish. Okay, now that you have been forewarned of the English you might be facing, I would like to challenge those of you who like a little challenge, to continue the story and if you do, please tell me first. I would love to read your take on the whole "sitch". To summarize the story itself, it's about Ron getting a little messed up over Kim and her relationship with Erik. The story itself has a small reference to the movie fight club but doesn't necessarily follow that premise. Anyway, have fun reading and if you're going to comment, please have mercy and don't flame me because I would have no choice to lay on you my Asian voodoo hex. Oh and Kim Possible and company are owned by the Disney Corporation who cannot for the love of the Boo-Yaahs, see that Kim Possible was a great show that deserved at least one more season and a movie rather than the ugh, Jonas brothers or some other boring Disney show but if you do like any of the other shows, I apologize and would refrain from using my Asian Voodoo hex on you.
Suicide, possibly a desperate attempt by oneself to end It all, the hurt, the anguish, the brokenness, the self-hatred and most definitely, to calm the raging storm that brews inside one's soul. Ronald Stoppable felt like it but he knew he was too cowardly to ever do himself in. He was never that deep in thought, no, he was a simplistic individual with quirky attributes to make him unique enough for everyone to ignore him except for a few in his life. He always enunciate his motto to others, "Never be normal" but due to events involving his crush, no, the love of his life, Kim Possible, even his natural jovial self was slowly turning bitter but he would always hide that fact from Kim, he would still support her even when she would fall for the next hottie after another, this time it was the name he hated the most, Erik. The irony for Ron was that he introduced Erik to Kim, he definitely felt bad about it, to top it off, Kim saved Erik from Drakken who clone him in hopes to use a synthodrone copy to kill Kim but of course, the world was saved by the teenage duo. Again, Ron was left standing, picking up the pieces as Kim gallops off with her new golden boyfriend. He felt like shit, he wanted so much to reveal his feelings for her and dreams that she would do the same but he kept quiet about it then; he kept quiet about it now, after all, happy endings like that only works in movies.
It's been 3 years that have passed; Kim still saves the world but rarely these days due to her extensive workload from her course, bioengineering at Harvard and was very steady still with Erik. Ron stayed at Middleton, he was surprisingly accepted into Middleton University, he was taking accountings, he hated it but he could manage it. Ron and Kim's friendship slowly deteriorated over the three years since they hardly have time for each other; actually more like Kim didn't have time for Ron while he would make the time even if he was busy with busloads of assignments. This of course made Ron feel worse, he didn't like how she was treating him but he was never the confrontational type and he allowed their friendship to finally slip off to oblivion.
Ronald was never the same after that, long gone was the child-like wonder, he hardly smiles and his demeanor changed. He was sullen now and aloof. Ron made friends but was never close to them enough, he kept his feelings and personal life inside. Ron's outside appearance have changed over the years, his facial features were a little more tone and he fashioned a goatee too and his hair was jet black and spiky. He did work out but he wasn't exactly the chiseled masterpiece of perfection but rather he had a lean, well-balanced body structure. He got himself tattooed on both arms making him look like one of those hells angels biker members and if he does shows it, on his left chest area was a broken heart and the initials KP in the centre.
Ron kept a journal since junior high and jotted down his thoughts and was surprised at how things have changed so fast, not exactly for the better but he didn't care anymore. His only motivation was attempting to move on but even the flashes of red from the traffic light reminded him of Kim. He knew he was borderline obsessive but he couldn't help it and was searching for a way to forget her.
He tried smoking but that didn't help, he tried drinking but that only made him think of her more and he tried drugs even and still couldn't shake off the melancholy that seems to envelop his entire soul. He kicked the habit of all of them very fast but needed an outlet to release the unwanted tension that he had and he found it and it was fighting. He would go to shady places around Lowerton and Middleton area and just gets into fights. In truth, he actually found his new hobby by accident.
He was walking along the streets of Lowerton's ghetto district alone around midnight, it's strange, yes but it helps calms his nerves a bit and there were hardly anyone around to bother him. He was passing through an alleyway when he saw three shadowy figures in the distance, two of which was fighting and the other egging both on. He instinctively thought it was a robbery and somehow due to force of habit, rushed to them in hopes to rescue the would-be victim. He threw the first punch at the guy who was raising his fist. The other two were shocked but soon regain from the initial shock and proceeded to kick Ron's ass. However, Ron who was now quite confused was a bit more agile than before and was able to dodge most of their attacks, landing a few kicks and punches to their faces but was soon overpowered by the trio. The other two grabbed his arms, holding on to them tightly, allowing the other guy to punch Ron in the sternum. Ron puked out blood and his face was pretty banged up. They let him go, Ron flopped to the ground, grasping his stomach and huffing for air. Ron had a better glance at the three attackers once they were under the night light; the first one who was raising his fist before was a six to six two, broad black bald man with a cube shaped visage while the other one was a six foot even, brown haired Caucasian, dressed unusually in office clothes with his tie wrapped around his head like a bandana while the other one was five seven footer, gruffly looking fellow with a beard that made him look like a lumberjack, just a whole lot scarier looking.
The trio was still surrounding him and there were silence until one of them spoke.
"What the fuck were you thinking man?" the black man said raising his hands in the air.
"I…I thought it was a robbery" Ron rasped in reply, still clutching to his stomach and still painful as hell.
"Hah, hey, I like your fighting skills, and we could use someone like you, my name's Mike, what's yours?" The man asked while still snickering over Ron's mistake.
"My name…my name's Ron"
"Yo Ron, you throw a mean punch, my name's Jim, and this is Fred" the brown haired man said pointing to the lumberjack lookalike who shook Ron's hands.
"Okay, I'm officially confused, what the hell were you guys doing?" Ron quizzically asked as they helped him up.
"Fighting…" Mike replied casually.
"Fighting?" Ron said in disbelief.
"Yeah, for fun…"
"Wait…what?!...why?" Ron asked, now more confused than ever.
"Dude, have you ever been so stressed and nothing seems to help, whether its liquor, drugs or sex, you just felt like letting go but you just can't? Jim asked, interjecting Mike before he could reply.
"Oh god, story of my life man" Ron said with sadness in his voice.
"Let me guess, it's either a woman or your dick ain't working, and I'm guessing it's a woman problem" Fred laughed.
"Yeah. What? You guys beat each other up to release your tension?"
"Of course Ron, you might not know about it but shit, it helps. You can join us if you want, there are more of us where we come from" Mike explained.
"I don't know guys. No offense but I'm not a thuggish kind of person"
"Hell, who said we were thugs? I'm a lawyer by profession. Mike's a stock broker and Fred is the managing director for a big company. We're all successful Ron but sometimes life can just kick us in our faces until everything else doesn't matter anymore but we got the answer to your problem bro. There is a place where people from all walks of life go to release themselves from the interjection of the world's condemning eyes. So what say you?"
Ron stared at them for a moment. He was contemplating the idea and he had to admit it, it was crazy but he was attracted to the proposition. He was scared of getting hurt and he wasn't really used to the idea of making his own decisions, it was always Kim who made all those decisions for him because she "knows what's best" for him.
"Yeah…give me a second to get my senses back…ouch" Ron said while placing his hand at the back of head.
The trio took Ron to a secluded place inside the labyrinth of Lowerton's down town district. It looked like an abandon factory building. In front of them was this big metal sliding door. It was so big that Fred needed Mike to help him slide it open. Ron was brought in and what he saw astonished him even further than the beating he got. Inside were a group of men surrounding two guys like a ring and cheering as the two men beat each senseless, Ron squirmed a bit as he saw blood splattering on the ground each time both opponents hit each other. Ron was introduced to most of the group there and he came upon one person in particular that he somewhat recognized. Apparently he was the leader of the pack; he looked like he was in his mid-forties, roughly five feet six, quite fit for his age and his hair was brownish and short with a few streaks of white silver hair running along the sides of his head.
"Hello sir, my name is Ron" Ron spoke offering the man a handshake.
"Hello, Ron. My name is Lewis. Welcome to our humble club, it's where we all can shed off those working clothes and what not and let ourselves go wild. Free of charge" He said grabbing Ron's hands.
"Sir, Isn't this kind of extreme?"
"Of course it is, but let me tell you, when you get the shit beaten out of you, it's surprisingly therapeutic and in the morning when I get ready for work, I feel like a million bucks and I can do my job better than ever. You willing to try one fight tonight son?"
"I…I don't know. I thought of just checking out the fights"
"Suit yourself but you don't know what you're missing"
"Sir…"
"Call me Lewis" Lewis corrected him.
"Oh, Lewis, if you don't mind me asking, what is your profession? It's like I've seen you somewhere before…" Ron said before trailing off, almost in a mumbling fashion.
"Well, I'm a doctor son; I'm a brain surgeon to be exact." Lewis smiled at him.
"Wait, do you know a Dr. Possible?"
"Yes, of course. She's a very talented woman, great at work and from what I've heard from her husband, great in bed" Lewis joked.
"Okay, Too much info dude. Anyway, I think I've seen you a couple of times at their home. I used to hang there a lot as a teen…with her daughter"
"Oh yes, the former teen hero, Kim Possible. Oh yes, I think I remember you, Norm probable right?"
"Uh, actually it's Ron Stoppable…" Ron spoke; a bit exasperated that someone got his name wrong again. Before he could continue on, there were screams and cheers as one of the two fighters won.
"Well Ron, I got to go to the circle now and fight till I bleed" Lewis said turning around to leave.
"Sir, wait…" Ron said, grabbing the man by the shoulder.
"Yes, Ron?"
"I want to fight with you, if it's okay with you?"
"Sure but I don't hold punches and I don't want my opponents too hold it in either"
Ron nodded nervously and followed Lewis to the circled ring. Perfect, Ron thought.
Ron entered the circle and without warning got a fist in his face. Ron fell off balance and hit the ground hard and Lewis mounted him and continuously punched him on the side of his face. Ron shielded off the man with his arms but wasn't as effective as he hoped as the man got up and kicked him hard on the side. Ron was already injured from the earlier encounter with the trio. Ron let out a wail as the man did a knee drop on his left hand. He was whimpering and closed his eyes, what the hell am I doing here? Oh man, I can't even fight to save my life, everyone was right, I am a loser, and I hope he kills me off now, Ron thought in self pity. A blow to Ron's head made him dizzy, his vision became blurry, and a surge of adrenaline started to flow in his veins, a sudden strength rose from within, he suddenly felt glad he was getting beaten into a bloody pulp. He was smiling reticently, as he opened his eyes. Lewis was preparing to give him the final blow as he prepared to kick Ron from the sides again but before he could reach his destination, Ron grabbed his legs and swept him off his feet, falling down. Now, Ron got on top of him and started pummeling ferociously.
"Forget my name huh Lewis, well I'm going to hammer my name into your mind" Ron sneered.
He beat the man senseless, his hands was covered with a mixture of his blood and Lewis's blood. He heard Lewis cried out as Ron tried to strangle the man.
"What's that Lewis? You give up? I thought you said don't hold back" Ron cruelly said as Lewis spluttered some blood out. Ron got up and kicked the man on the side and let out a cackle as the people around him cheered. Ron felt empowered, a new Ron. He didn't give a damn anymore, not for anyone especially Kim. He didn't feel like himself anymore.
He felt different.
Darkness enveloped the young man's heart; he loved his new self, no more liable to anyone. No more mister nice guy, he smiled wickedly as he wiped the smeared blood from his cheeks and mouth and let out a boisterous laugh that confirmed his new persona, the bad boy.
"Boo-yaa-hah-ha-ha-ha"
I've decided to continue the story itself so stay tune. I'm writing Chapter 2 and i'm almost done so hold on to your seats and thanks for the reviews guys.
