Author's Note: Hello again. Democracy rules. I looked at the various reviews that were kindly put in for the last part and the conclusion I came to is no one inspires such fierce emotions, good and bad, as Mr Summers. So in the spirit of fairness, I counted up the Scott should get a beating VS. the Scott should give a beating reviews and wrote according to the majority. See, reviews do make a difference. Though I had intended this to be the last part, I didn't like the fight and I had one other idea that I thought was relatively funny that has to go in but it's a night time thing so I've got to get as far as night. That means there'll be a fourth part if reviews are good, though it could end here and still work fine. I leave it up to you. You can email me at the_mean_spleen@yahoo.com if you have any input or questions. I'll answer anything and everything. Until next time, enjoy.
The idea with a charge is to simply overpower your opponent, but for some reason Logan found himself, lying on his stomach, the air sucked from his lungs, with Scott's knee in his back and his hand grasped at an awkward angle behind his head.
"And there you see how we use an opponent's momentum against them." Scott said calmly to the class. He released Logan who jumped up didn't wait for them to retake a stance before jumping in again. Scott caught by surprise was knocked down but he quickly reversed the hold and again held Logan's arm behind him.
"Oh yeah, I had forgot about that. It's important to remember that if someone gets you in some kind of a hold, there's always a way out of it. If you think clearly, there's no enemy who can't be defeated."
He let Logan go again, and this time Logan decided against jumping straight back in. Scott leaned over and whispered lightly to him, "Is there anything you want me to do, you're making me look awful good out there."
Logan shook his head, unable to clear it of the red haze that was slowly descending on it. "Let's see how good you look with no goddamn teeth." He mumbled in hindsight. "Damn, I should have said that" he thought.
Scott stood casually as he addressed the class. "Here you see Logan fighting with no top. Clothes can be a disadvantage when fighting, certainly as it's possible for an opponent to get a grip on them. However, with someone like Logan who's rather, well, hairy, much of the advantage is lost. Hope you don't mind me saying that," Scott smiled and some of the students laughed lightly.
Logan exaggerated his own smile, "yeah, laugh it up smiley"
Scott continued, "I myself make sure to shave to ensure that it isn't a problem." He took off his own judo top (what the hell are those things called?) to reveal a tanned and toned top. Some of the girls in the crowd thought that someone was stealing the air from the room as they were having trouble breathing. Jean leaned into Ororo again. "Now they're half naked. I'm gonna have to go to bed early."
"You and me both," Ororo replied, almost licking her lips.
"I'll demonstrate," Scott said and turned to face Logan who had decided to start trading blows rather then grappling.
Logan lashed out with a fist, which Scott avoided, grabbed with his own hand and then moved in catching a handful of Logan's chest-hair and using it as leverage to throw him to the ground.
"Owww," Logan shouted.
Scott got up quickly, "Logan, I'm so sorry." The reason for the apology became apparent when Scott unclenched his hand and a little ball of Logan's hair fell to the ground. A nice bald patch had also appeared in the middle of Logan's chest.
Logan quickly regained his composure. "It's nothing. It'll heal in no time. Go on with the demo."
"Really I'm sorry, Logan. Ah anyway people, this illustrates the point I'm making. Anything can be used for leverage. Now most of you girls, I hope don't have Logan's problem, but" the assembled group laughed. (Logan muttered, "Isn't funny") "You still have to be aware of your own particular deficiencies. If I could have a female volunteer please."
Jubilee and Marie almost fell in their rush to get off their seats to tussle with the half naked Scott Summers. "Back off Jubes, his mine," "Not a hope, country girl"
Before they got as far as the floor, they became entangled and started hissing and screaming, throwing wild slaps and punches at each other. Scott rushed over to separate them, as did Jean, but more to separate them from Scott, (the foul temptresses being her overriding thought.)
Scott grabbed Marie as Jean grabbed Jubilee, both of whom had a firm grasp of the other's hair. Seeing that she was held in Scott's grasp, Marie couldn't help but stick out her tongue at Jubilee who pouted, bemoaning getting pulled away by the wrong half of the Summers couple.
Scott dropped Marie to her feet and looked at the rest of the audience. "The two girls have illustrated my point perfectly. Long hair especially ponytails are easy to grab so wear your hair tight, people." Bobby nodded in agreement, thinking seriously about getting a buzz cut that very night.
Scott looked at the warring girls, "I think maybe we should take a break for a while and I know I certainly could do with the break," he said as he wiped sweat from his chest, causing many female hearts to flutter. "Logan, you okay with a break?"
Logan who was scratching at his new bald patch nodded, happy to skulk away to try a brush over of some other way of hiding it. Maybe his hair was covered in his super healing contract or something.
"Okay so, dismissed," Scott stood in the centre of the hall and watched as the assembled crowd left. A couple of the guys came up and said they wanted to enter the class and a couple of the girls came up for no other reason then to get close. Scott dealt with them all and then stood alone, the sun shining off his teeth and his sweat and proclaimed that life was good. He gathered his stuff and headed back to his room to change into his regular attire.
Jean came in to warn him about the dangers of not so innocent young girls. A few minutes later, she left not knowing why she had gone to him in the first place, a quick stint of him nibbling on her ear and she totally lost the run of herself.
Scott emerged from his room and looked about, wondering where he would be needed next and remembered the girl's request for a lift into town. Though he knew Jean would have a few words to say, he knew that her ears could soon be nibbled into forgiving him. Handy that. He smiled, and the sun smiled with him.
