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2 men were walking past a convenience store, one was focused on his phone while the other was listening to music.
These two lets call them Blake and Jayce.
Blake is white and 5'9, 180
Jayce is black and 6'1, 230
combatants are ready, nigga moment in
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*Bump*
"Watch where you goin' homie!" Jayce yelled at Blake.
"Fuck you mean? Turn that damn music off and pay attention, dweb."
Jayce instantly got heated and swung at Blake, hitting him square in the jaw.
Blake was stunned for a bit before dropping his headphones and retaliating by swinging at him and moving his head around to dodge.
Jayce, using his bigger form, shoved Blake backwards into a pole, tossing his headphones on the ground and lifting his saggy pants, "Throw them shits up weak ass nigga"
Blake rubbed his temple as he stood and put his hands up, ready to brawl.
POV switch: Blake
The big guy runs at me like a raging bull, and I side-step the attack, sending 3 punches at the back of his head, which he eats before turning around, grabbing me by my shirt, and tossing me across the cold concrete.
I rub my slightly bloody back as I grab a rock and toss it at him, before launching at his relatively small legs and trying to lift him. He balls his fist up and punches down on my head multiple times.
This fucker hits like a damn truck, holy shit!
I never let go as I pull his legs inwards towards me, instead of upwards.
He falls with a great thud as I climb on top of him and begin to send a barrage of punches towards his face.
POV switch: Jayce
He doesn't block or try to cover up his face; he just swings at me, over and over.
Aye, this white boy got heart, but his hits are pillows
I hold up my guard for a few seconds before dodging a hammer punch and sending hooks at his face, and blood began appearing on my fist the more I punched.
Some people saw and just turned their heads, not acknowledging the scene.
I grab him by the shirt and toss him into the store wall, before holding his collar and charging up a straight punch and hitting him in his bloody nose, before pulling my fist back and ramming it into his nose again.
I wrap my arms around his legs as I lift him in the air like a trophy before slamming him on the ground, knocking him out cold, as blood seeped from his head.
"Fuck is you talkin' bout nigga!" Jayce yelled out.
"Don't ever play wit' me again bitch ass boy," Jayce said to an unconscious Blake before grabbing his headphones, Blake's phone, and money before walking off.