That little punk Robby by Bugpinner
pictures by AdmiralLuke BF110
From the first I saw him; I disliked that little punk Robby.
Finally having enough of him and his smart mouth, I challenged him to a one on one fight just us. We agreed to meet behind an old abandoned house not far from the school on that following Saturday at noon. After a little persuading, he also agreed to have my friend Josh document our battle with his new camera. I was looking forward to the ass kicking that Robby was going to receive.
To my surprise he was waiting for us when we arrived Let do this , he said then stating flatly that he was going to pound my ass into the ground. With me being bigger that him, I knew that was not going to happen. We removed our shirts and squared off.
The fight started out well enough I threw a left, then a right followed by another left. I could hear the slap of flesh being hit, he grunted each time my fist made contact.
I can tell you it was quite a rush. Out of nowhere a right uppercut rocked my head back and for a moment I saw stars.
Then two weak shots to my tightened midsection, since I had my abs tightened so they had little effect. I remember thinking this was going to be a piece of cake.
To my surprise he followed with a well placed knee that came crashing into my nuts.
I never figured that the little prick would not be fighting fair. I was totally racked with pain, not being given time to recover he buried several hard punches going deeper into my midsection.
The last one lifted me off the ground a little. As I struggled to catch my breath, he dropped his guard for a few seconds. He smiled, followed by him throwing out a weak left cross. It felt like he was toying with me, like a cat playing with a mouse. I wondered if he was thinking he had that this fights all ready won. He then threw a half hearted punch to my navel.
I saw my chance, driving my knee just under his rib cage I heard him gasp as the air was being driven from his lungs. With everything I had I threw a right cross that landed on this jaw. That knocked him into the empty house behind him.
I begin to work him over. Finally I saw what I thought looked like fear in his eyes. I was enjoying giving back some of what he had just given me.
Then it happened, he planted his foot once again into my nuts and I heard a loud scream escape from my mouth.
Next thing I felt was my body being thrown against the rough surface of the abandoned structure. .
My head hit the wall with a dull thud that sounded like a ripe melon being thumped; everything was now in a blur. Dazed, each strike seemed to weaken me. It was his turn to work me over. He was punching my face, then my exposed belly .He was hitting me with a series of lefts and rights to my head and body ,the world was spinning.
In an attempt to finish me off once again he placed his knee in my groin.
I started to go down but the little asshole grabbed a hunk of my hair to keep
me upright. He wasnt finished with his punishment of me yet.
He delivered a direct shot to the nose, I could taste medal in the back of my mouth, and both eye were instantly filled with water as my vision was now totally obscured.
He followed by delivering a punch that drove deep into my Solar Plexus. I had to shallow hard to keep from vomiting. Then came a series of lefts and rights with each one seemed to drive deeper in to by redden belly. My arm was like lead, I was unable to lift them in my defense. I didnt know how much longer I was going to last. Robby paused stood back for a moment to admire his work once again.
Then a right cross stung was landed to my left cheek.
He then putting both hands together, then hammered them into my mid- section.
The blow felt as if it went all the way to my spine, I felt my legs tremble
as my knees gave way and I slumped to the ground. He grabbed my hair once again
forcing me to look into his face.
We both knew I had nothing left, this victory would be his. He drove his fist into my left pictorial just above my heart. It was like a thunder bolt that rocked my entire body. My vision began to grow dark as I felt the oxygen being driven out of my lunges with his last two punches.
It as if a dark curtain was falling over my eyes; everything seemed to moving
in slow motion. I felt like a rag doll as I slumped into his chest. He shifted,
letting me slide the rest of the way to the cold ground. I struggled to clear
my mind of the fog I was now in. I seem to recall him getting up. I felt his
spit land on the side of my face. Then there was the pressure of his foot on
my back. I knew he was raising him arms in victory as he stood over me. The
haze was lifting I recall that he walked over to Josh and ask for a copy of
the pictures when they were developed. Yeah right, no one will ever see those
pictured on the internet.