A/N: Wow, I really did a good job of forgetting about this story, huh? Well I got a recent comment and it reinvigorated me, so I dared another attempt at this. Let me know what you think. Also - I banged this chapter out in an hour in a swelteringly hot room and no lights, so no I did not proofread it. Sorry in advance.
"Woah, who invited Brett Michaels and ZZ Top?" Colt Snickered, noting the similarity in the two jocks who just showed up in front of him.
"Very funny, puke-sucker, these guys are going to make your eyes so black and blue not even sexy specs could help you out after," the jock stated matter of factly, "And you're not going to want to do the dew after! Ha ha ha!"
"Let me take him out, Craig," the jock on the left said, whilst rearranging his bandanna over his overly bleached blonde hair.
"No, I think we should leave him to Dingleberry," The leader said, nodding to the jock on the right, who grinned in agreement.
In the back of the crowd, Rocky and Tum Tum were still struggling to make any headway. Rocky was persistently trying to get his little brother down from the table so that he could get a better look, but Tum Tum was not moving.
"I found this table first, so I'm not moving!" Tum Tum spat at Rocky.
"Come on, It's just for a second!"
"No! You always do this because I'm the youngest, you big fat jumbo! I'm older now, you can't tell me what to do. I can do anything I want to, I can even do this!" Tum Tum bent down and started flinging salt packets at Rocky.
Rocky angrily batted away the packaged condiments and leered at Tum. "Really? I'm gonna knock your eyes to match grandpa's!" He swiftly picked up the napkin holder and chucked it at his brother causing napkins to explode outward and fly everywhere.
"I'm gonna kill you for holding me down that one year and making me eat dirt clods and telling me it was chocolate!" Tum Tum raged as he swiveled around and saw the condiment tray behind him, which featured packets of ketchup, mustard, and many others that you would normally find at a restaurant. Quickly snatching up a handful of relish, Tum Tum turned his gaze back at Rocky.
"Take this!" Tum squeezed the packets and they exploded like a handheld cannon firing green pickle-like buckshot, splattering all over Rocky's shoes. Meanwhile, Rocky picked up the bottle of soy sauce at their table and was shaking the squirt bottle in Tum Tum's direction, trying to get him splashed with the dark liquid.
"Colt did that, and if I could go back in time, I would have told him to do it again, but this time I would have told him to include more dog turds this time!" Rocky yelled as he started throwing plastic forks and knives all around him, and Tum began throwing them back, both wincing in pain.
"I told you before, I don't eat DOG POOP!" Tum Tum threw a spork that expertly poked Rocky right in the temple and caused him to flinch – it had been within an inch of his eye.
"Okokok! Stop Stop stop! TRUCE!" Rocky begged, as both brothers dropped their hands to their sides, trying to catch their breath. "Let's not do this here, we might hit someone else."
"Oh okay, so we got Dice, Dingleberry, and...Craig? Ohhh I'm just so scared," Colt egged the jocks on, "Whasamatter? Your mom wasn't drinking the paint thinner when you were named like these other two? Or maybe the guy giving out the dumpy nicknames was out to lunch when you went in for yours!"
Craig the leader winced but immediately recovered, and pointed back at Colt. "You're gonna die, punk! Craig does what Ninten-don't!"
All three jocks started running towards Colt. Colt quickly front flipped on top of the nearest arcade machine and waited.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, perching up there like a bird?" Dice kicked at the mortal kombat cabinet with frustration.
"I got it," Dingleberry said, while running full force at the arcade machine. A loud slam was heard and the machine tipped back. Colt flipped down and watched in horror as all the arcade machines next to the one he was on started falling over in a domino effect. Sparks were flying everywhere, electrical screeches were heard as the machines each broke and exploded in smoke.
Looking at the destruction around him, Colt put his palm to his face. "I am so not paying for that, dudes." As Colt looked up again, a fist went flying by his right ear. He dropped to his hands and saw more feet and blonde hair swiftly throwing arcs at him. Dice was trying his hardest to hit colt, but was too slow. Colt threw his foot around and knocked out his opponent's feet from under him, causing him to fall.
"HUH?" Dice screamed as his body slammed to the ground. Colt quickly picked up a stool that was sitting in front of the now-fallen Donkey Kong game, placed the feet over top of Dice and pushed the arcade cabinet onto the stool, temporarily trapping his enemy. The surfer bandana jock was obviously frustrated by this once he regained his breath, he was flailing everywhere trying to get the pinned stool off of him.
Craig looked at his incapacitated friend on the ground and clenched his fist. Turning to Dingleberry he yelled, "Well don't just stand there, make his day!" The bearded jock ran after Colt while Craig tried to get the heavy machine off of his partner.
Kick. Kick. Punchpunch. Grab. Colt ducked and dodged his attacker while learning his movements. Next time he went for a kick, Colt grabbed his leg and flicked it in the air. Dingleberry did an awkward backflip, landing on his neck. Rubbing it as he got up, he attacked once more.
"Really? Are you guys just that dumb that you don't understand pain? Or is being smart just not the "in" thing?" Colt laughed as he blocked more punches and avoided a grab.
"You better give up dude, you don't know what you're getting into," the jock bellowed back.
"Two sweaty preppies with bad hair genetics and even worse names? I think I can handle it,"
"No, you don't understand, Dingleberry is the name I earned during rush-OOF!" Dingleberry was quickly silenced by a jab to the gut from Colt, causing him to double over in pain. Getting a running head start, Colt did a flying sidekick into him, launching him into an asteroids game cabinet, breaking the monitor. Dingleberry started getting up again, so Colt started looking for anything around him to use. These guys were obviously bigger and just as strong as him; he was going to have to get creative if he wanted to end the fight soon.
Soon Colt spied what he needed. After landing a well placed kick into the small change-making machine nearby, quarters starting spilling out all over the carpet in the arcade. Picking up a handful of quarters in his palm, Colt eyed one in front of his face between his thumb and index finger with delight.
"You know, I really wasn't that good at throwing normal throwing stars, you know why? They were just too big. My parents never let me train with the real stuff, so I had to learn with what I had available," At this point, Dingleberry was wiping broken glass off his body as he stood up, "...And unfortunately for you, I found plenty of them here, too!"
With lightning fast reflexes Colt whipped the quarters one by one with his right hand at the bearded enemy. The jock's eyes got wide but soon clenched in pain as each coin struck him in minute places with such force they felt like hot metal was burning him.
Thunk! Clank! Bam! "Ow! stop it! You little jerk-HEY!" Shards of metal were flying everywhere and all the jock could do was cover his face with his arms and curl into a fetal position on the ground. Eventually, the ninja ran out of ammo, and gently dusted his hands, satisfied with his results.
"I hope you guys really learned a lesson from this one. Better watch out, you're going to be working for the nerds one day," With a smug look, Colt turned around and made his way out of the arcade from whence he came. Just as he made a few steps towards the last set of knocked over videogame machines, a bunch of college students from the cafeteria crowd shouted out to him.
"LOOK OUT!"
Before Colt could react, an arm swung out and socked him right in the temple. His vision got blurry, and before he knew it, the he was on the ground with the world turning a dreary black.
"Let me do him first!"
"No, me!"
"You guys sound so gay!"
Colt's eyes opened as he awoke to a splitting headache. The three bullies were bickering. Dice was holding him down, and he could see the silhouette of Craig, the leader, in the background.
Colt figured he was not out long, maybe only a few seconds, as the crowd was still there as it was before. He silently cursed himself for not being more aware of his surroundings, he had let the buttmaster of his school get a one-up on him.
"Oh good, you're back like Crystal Pepsi," Craig shouted at Colt on the ground, "Bet you thought you had me preoccupied, but you were WRONG BABY!"
"What do you even want, I already beat all of you. I'll take you any time one on one," Colt groaned as he struggled to get up.
"Don't even think about it dude," Dice growled above him, slamming his body back on the ground. He had obviously struggled with the barstool trap from before, as he was sweating profusely even with his bandanna on, and it was soaking the ground around Colt, making him gag a little inside.
"Oh no, baby, you didn't beat all of us. There was one you forgot to take a piece out of. But that's okay! I'll take care of that part for you, pansy boy!"
With that, Dingleberry grabbed the round body from the ground a few feet away from Colt, and and shoved him into Craig's arms. Craig put the individual into a full nelson choke, with one hand holding something up to the person's face.
Colt squinted to see who it was, and gasped. It was Max, the nerd he had saved originally - and the jock was holding a knife to his throat! Colt's own throat immediately swelled up and he began to sweat.
"That's right goober, since you think you're some hot shot ninja who could take a piece of me, I'm going to take a piece of my ol' pal 'baggy slacks Max'!" Craig gargled as spit went flying everywhere in his tantrum.
"Whatever you want, I'll do it, just don't hurt him, it was me who started it!"
"Oh we're past that at this point, baby, nice try. Speaking of fruit loops like you two, I've decided I'm gonna make it so he'll never follow his nose again!"
And with that, Craig lowered brought the small blade within millimeters of Max's face.