Chapter 16
John was speeding down the street, breathing heavily as he was thinking about what he was going to do to Brendan. How dare he threaten me! I'm a professional wrestler, damn it! He doesn't know what I could do to him. As he kept driving, his cell phone began to ring. He picked it up quickly. "Hello?"
"John, don't go over there. Please!"
He rolled his eyes. "Ady, you don't understand. I have to."
"No, you don't! You have no idea what he can do to you!"
"What can he do to me, Ady? I'm a professional wrestler!"
"John, just trust me. Please?"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." With that he hung up the phone, feeling guilty about ending the call like he did.
Meanwhile, back in Ady's car, she threw the phone into the passenger seat. "Shit." She kept driving, trying to catch up to him. Suddenly, a car pulled out in front of her and drove much slower than she was. Ady honked the horn and yelled out the window. "God damn it! Move that piece of shit!" Apparently, nothing happened, and the driver in front of her kept driving slowly. She rested her head on the steering wheel and sighed. "Damn, now I can't catch up to him."
As John got nearer and nearer to Brendan's apartment, he got more and more furious. He finally reached the complex and parked in a space near his apartment. He quickly got out and stormed to the door, knocking loudly and profusely.
Suddenly, the door opened and Brendan was standing there, smirking. "Ah, I see you heard the message."
John grabbed him by the collar and pushed him inside, closing the door behind him. "Look jackass, what the hell do you think you can do to me? I'm a wrestler!"
Brendan stood there, the smirk still on his face. "John, you highly underestimate me." He pulled out a switchblade and held it in front of John's face.
John let him go, laughing nervously. "Well, I see you made your point."
"Not so tough now, are we?" He pushed John into a wall. "What are you gonna do now, tough guy?" He waved it in John's face.
John pushed him hard and he fell back, tripping on the carpet. He dropped the knife, it landing underneath his coffee table. As John towered over him, he curled up. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry."
John laughed as he pulled Brendan up by his collar. "It's a bit late for 'sorry,' isn't it?" While Brendan was cowering in John's clutch, John head-butted him in the nose, breaking it and causing it to bleed. John let him go, as Brendan fell back, landing hard on the ground.
"Ow!" He groaned in agony, covering his bloody nose with his hands and slowly getting up. "Oh, you're gonna get it now." He wound his arm back to punch John, but he ducked it and John decked him square in the jaw. Brendan fell back into the wall, and fell to the floor again.
John massaged his knuckles as he looked down at Brendan. "Had enough yet?
Brendan grabbed the knife from under the coffee table, John not noticing. As John picked Brendan up again, Brendan stabbed John in the side where Brendan had shot him. John immediately let go of Brendan and clutched his side, his hand and shirt getting covered in blood.
Brendan dropped the knife and leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. "Try me again, John." John lay on the floor, still holding on to his side. He was breathing deeply, but slowly. "Oh wait, you can't!" He laughed maliciously as he walked to his front door and opened it.
Standing there with her arms crossed was Ady. "Brendan, what the hell happened?" Instead of telling her, he moved to the side and pointed at John. She gasped and pushed him out of her way, running to John. She knelt next to him as she held his head. "John, can you hear me?" He didn't look at her, but stared at the ceiling, not saying a word. "John?" He nodded slowly, his breathing still shallow.
Brendan evilly grinned, grabbing Ady's arm and pulling her up. "Now, he can't do anything. You're all mine." He pulled her close to him, licking his lips.
Ady struggled; trying to free herself from his grasp when suddenly she had an idea. She stopped struggling and let him pull her closer. When she got close enough, she brought up her knee and hit him in the groin. He let her go and fell to the floor, clutching himself, groaning. She ran to the phone and called an ambulance to get John to the hospital.