"Hit me you weak motherfucker," Mike screamed out.
"You're 1000 years too young to believe you could be me," Timmy yelled back full of snark. He had studied anime well.
Timmy demonstrated some of his excellent martial arts technique. He had been talking about how he had a plan with his friends all year. He spent the summer training to learn martial arts. He would be a bullying victim no longer. His new confidence, soon turned to arrogance. He picked this fight over and old grudge. Mike had changed, he really had. But he couldn't take Timmy's constant pestering. He knew he deserved it, but he had apologized for it. Timmy just wasn't having it.
Timmy's plan was simple. Fake with a punch, when he goes to block, hit him with a roundhouse kick from the opposite side. If that didn't kill him or knock him out Timmy would follow up with a quick punch combination he had mastered. Timmy was sure his plan would work without fail. He inched closer, readying his strike.
There's a famous saying that says, everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the mouth. Timmy didn't know what to do. He didn't think Mike would hit him first. Timmy panicked and froze up. Before he could react, he got hit in the mouth again, and again. It was at this moment that Timmy knew he had overestimated himself. Sure, he was great at martial arts. But he had never been in a fight. Not a real fight anyway. There were no referees or promises of honor.
Timmy hit the asphalt and the crowd cheered. Why would they not? There was a fist fight in the parking lot and they were entertained. Mike didn't purse the fight anymore. He was done, last year, he would have kicked Timmy when he was down. This time, he just grabbed his backpack and walked away. Timmy had a plan, but everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the mouth.
