Chapter 10: Kick His Ass

Slade Wilson of Hive Academy, got off the bus and entered Justice High with one goal. To make Bruce Wayne regret everything.

All the wrestlers stripped down and lined up to weigh in. "Slade Wilson...182 even." The reff marked him down as eligible. "Bruce Wayne..." Bruce got on. "182... and 2 quarters. You're over son. Step off."

Bruce's heart sank when he heard that. He felt like a shotgun blast of shame destroyed his pride.

"Dammit." Al Ghul groaned.

"I'll double check the scale." The reff said.

Bruce looked at all his teammates. They all seemed disappointed. When he first started this, they wanted him to give up on all of this. But, now they felt down to see him come so close just to fail. Bruce looked over at Slade. He grinned at Bruce and shook his head. Bruce starred back at him and knew that he couldn't let it all end like this. As the old saying goes, drastic times call for drastic measures. So he took his underwear off and got ready to weigh in again.

Ollie walked up to him. "Think light." Ollie whispered.

Bruce got on the scale and breathed all the air out of his lungs. Everyone in the room waited anxiously to hear the ruling. "182...even. You're good to go Wayne."

"Fuck yea!" Waylon and his teammates cheered. Bruce and Slade stared each other down.

"Is that a look of fear, Slade?" Bruce asked.

Slade grunted unamused. "Fear? Of what? Someone who was raped by a woman?"

"Hey, you back off!" Waylon yelled. "Before i tear you apart myself and save Bruce the satisfaction, you punk. You piss me off."

"Wow, this guy doesn't really have a whole lot of lines." Bruce thought to himself as he realized Waylon said the exact same thing to him just a couple weeks ago.

"I'll see you on the mat Wayne." Slade said as he and the rest of Hive walked towards the exit. "Oh, and Wayne. After i take your life... I'm gonna take that hot bitch of yours." He and the others left to their locker room.

All the wrestlers were getting ready to compete. "Alright men, this is a special night." Coach said. "I know it, and Hive knows it. Now let's go out there and make the most of it."

All the wrestlers except Ollie and Bruce left. Bruce sat there for a moment thinking.

"Nothing's ever gonna be the same again." Ollie said. "You're out there now."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about it, Ollie."

"You gotta go for all the answers. Vision quest's, man."

Bruce shook his head. "I don't even know the questions."

Ollie patted him hard on the shoulder. "You don't have to now... But you'll know them when you need to." He got up and walked off. But Bruce still wasn't alone. Selina walked in and sat down next to him.

"Is it just us, now?" She asked.

He looked at her and smiled lightly. "Yea, it's just us."

"Good, i was worried i'd see 20 bare ass boys." She chuckled. Bruce gave her a smirk and nod. He was too nervous to laugh with her. "Did you make it?"

"Yea... i did."

"Good." She put her hand on his knee. "I just wanted to kiss you good luck." She cupped his face with her other hand and pulled him into her kiss. "And i also wanted to say that you've come this far, and so long as you fight like the warrior you are, nobody can take away any of this from you."

Bruce stared deep into her eyes. "Thanks Selina. I don't know how i could have done this without you."

She smiled and shook her head. "You would have done it. I know you. Nothing can stop you once you have your mind set on something." She got up and walked away, but she turned around to say one last thing. "Hey Bruce?"

"Yeah?"

"Kick his ass." She walked off.

Bruce grinned and nodded. "I love that girl."

He went to the wrestling room. The room next door was the large gym where the duel was being held. All the fans from Justice High and Hive were cheering on their teams. Bruce stayed in the wrestling room alone and got ready for his match. Practicing his shots, his escapes, his hand fighting, and his foot work. It all had to be precise and perfect if he wanted a chance to win this.

It was the final match of the Duel. The score was tied at 24-24.

Whoever won this match, won the duel for their team. "Wrestling 182 from Justice High..." Bruce got ready to make his grand entrance. His walk out music "Paranoid" By Black Sabbath began to play.

Selina loved that song and smiled as they played it. "I love this guy." She thought to herself.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Give it up for Bruce Wayne!"

Bruce burst through the door into the gym. The crowd went crazy for him as he stripped out of his warm ups, pulled up the straps of his singlet, and took the mat. He put on the green, home ankle band.

"His opponent from Hive, Slade Wilson." The visitor section gave it up for him. He looked menacing as he took the mat and lined up against Bruce. He put on the red, home ankle band.

"Alright men, let's have a clean match." The referee said.

As Bruce and Slade locked eyes, they both knew this was gonna be anything but clean. This was gonna be a war.

"Both men set? And...Wrestle!"