Mr. Mackey was driving down the road, now with Kenny. The radio was on full volume, blaring 1980s heavy metal. Mr. Mackey was jamming out, slamming his fists on the steering wheel, while Kenny just covered his ears and stared at him.

When the song was over, Mr. Mackey turned to look at Kenny, completely ignoring the road ahead of him.

"Judas Priest, Kenny. Great band. Remember that."

All Kenny could do was nod.

When Mr. Mackey pulled into a neighborhood, Kenny realized they were on their way to his house. His house. He had never been to a teacher's house before, and had always thought they were probably like the sets of horror movies inside, with cleverly placed traps and knives laying around on the counters and floors.

They pulled into a drive way in about the middle of the neighborhood. Kenny supposed it looked normal enough, but was still thinking about the terrors that awaited inside. Mr. Mackey forced him to stay in the car to finish listening to the Slayer song that was playing. When it was over, the two got out of the car and headed towards the front door.

Mr. Mackey pulled his keys (which were decorated like skulls) out of his pocket and jammed it in the lock, turning it random ways in a failing attempt to open the door.

"You're pissin' me off, door!" He yelled. "I have to get this thing fixed."

Kenny barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Alright, get in."

The inside of the house was just as normal as the outside. It looked just like any other house, with tiles in the kitchen and nice hard wood floors everywhere else.

But it didn't look like his house, of course. He was poor as hell.

"This way, to the living room," Mackey commanded.

Upon entering the room, Kenny's jaw dropped.

It was not normal. At all.

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For one thing, it was huge.

Another, there were about 75 people forming a circle in the middle of the room, all holding beer cans and cheering.

And third, inside the circle of people, a mat was laid out. Kenny quickly deduced what it was for.

Wrestling.

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PC Principal rolled his eyes. "Look what the cat dragged in. Again..."

Victoria huffed.

"I'm tired of playing your stupid games, PC."

He furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Idiot," she whispered under her breath. "I am the better principal. This is MY school. You are an INTRUDER."

"If I must remind you, bro, you were fired. I AM the principal now. Not some intruder."

Stan and Kyle were getting tired of the constant arguing. It was bad enough that Mr. Mackey was so mad at them, but this too?

"You know what? Why don't we take this elsewhere? I don't want the boys to get hurt more than they already are going to be by Mackey," Victoria said.

"Where are we going to take it? Mackey's office?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yep. Mackey's office."

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"HELLO EVERYONE!" Mackey boomed. "WELCOME TO FRIDAY FRIGHT NIGHT. NOW I KNOW, IT'S ONLY 2:00 PM, BUT WHY NOT KICK THIS THING OFF EARLY!?"

The crowd cheered, waiting for him to continue.

"TODAY WE HAVE A SPECIAL GUEST! HAILING ALL THE WAY FROM THE CRAPPY SIDE OF TOWN, KENNY McCORMICK!" Mr. Mackey grabbed Kenny and effortlessly pushed him onto the mat.

"I'LL BE TAKING HIM ON FIRST," He yelled. "AFTER I DESTROY HIM, IT'S OPEN FOR GUESTS!"

"Take off your shirt Kenny," Mr. Mackey said, though he was already pulling it off the helpless boy. Mackey then ripped off his own shirt, revealing a heavily tattooed torso. He was scrawny as ever, yet horrifying at the same time.

Before Kenny could even form a complete thought, the first punch came.

Then the second.

And the third.

Yes, Mr. Mackey appeared very scrawny. But the man was strong*.

"YOU. DO. NOT. PISS. ME. OFF." Mackey shrieked, landing a punch with each word. "THIS. IS. WHAT. HAPPENS."

Kenny curled up into a tight bawl on the mat, for all the protection he could get. Every second, the intense pain multiplied.

"COWARD. GET. UP. AND. FIGHT."

Every bone in his body creaking from pressure, the boy slowly rose upwards, only to be thrashed down to the floor again by another of the councilor's punches.

"Not tough enough, are you?" He growled. "Then I guess we'll just have to keep going until you get it right. WHAT DO YOU THINK, GUYS?!"

A huge applaud burst through the room, showing that everyone in the there (save Kenny) wanted that to happen.

So, Mackey kept forcing Kenny up, then knocking him down again. The poor kid was defenseless. The councilor was so quick that every time he tried to do something, another punch came before he could.

"FREE TO GUESTS!" Mr. Mackey yelled, karate kicking Kenny toward the crowd, which immediately attached him like hungry sharks.

The pain was so terrible that his entire body was going numb. He closed his eyes, and all he could hear were the screams of the crazed audience members as they came at him.

But above all, Kenny could hear the shouts of encouragement from Mackey, who was looking down at the scene like a king.

If it hadn't been too painful to do so, Kenny would have sighed.

He had been through some pretty humiliating things in his life, but this was at the top of the list.

He had just gotten beaten up by the school councilor.