With half-shut eyes, Dwayne struggled to remember which direction was ‘up’ as Markus grabbed him by the collar with both hands and drug him across the floor to the wall where he slammed him against it several times before throwing him back on the ground. He would have continued to batter Dwayne on the ground if the small group watching them didn’t pull Markus back.
Markus shook them off with a scowl and roamed away. He turned around to see that Dwayne was in la-la land. A few men helped him stand up as he hobbled over to Markus.
“You can throw a punch, I’ll give you that.” He admitted, trying to force a smile. Markus examined his hand as it formed into a fist. For some reason, anger coursed through his veins. Or was it determination? Dwayne gestured to three guys cracking their knuckles.
“Looks like you have a few more challengers.” Mark slowly raised his eyes to examine them. One was bigger and much stronger than Markus. Agility would be his ally against him. The other two guys were about the same size as Markus and looked about the same strength. They slowly approached him.
“I’d beat you to a bloody pulp, but hitting a girl scout just isn’t my style.” The largest man taunted. Markus slowly rolled his neck and looked away, turning his attention to other people entering the room. They were indistinguishable since they all had full face masks on with their standard issue armor.
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” The man pushed Markus’ right shoulder with his left hand roughly. Bad mistake. Reacting quickly, Markus grabbed his wrist with his left hand and quickly had him in an arm bar. Using the man’s momentum, he shoved him into some nearby knee-height crates full of training equipment and he went tumbling to the floor.
The man’s two friends wasted no time in avenging his humiliation. Markus ducked under a punch and performed a standing takedown on the man who threw it. The second man came at Markus with fists swinging. Markus dodged a few and blocked the rest before striking him in the gut and grabbing his collar and whipping him around just in time to put him in a collision course with the first larger man who had recovered from his utter humiliation and was now charging him. Releasing his hostage, Markus stepped out of the way as the larger man accidently tackled his friend.
Markus smirked in satisfaction as his frustration vented through success. His “success” was shorter lived then he would have liked. Before Markus knew what was going on he found himself in a rear naked choke. Luckily, Markus’ superior strength allowed him to breath just enough to watch helplessly as the two men he had put to shame recovered. The larger man approached Markus and wound up a punch that Markus knew he was going to feel for a while. Markus grunted in pain as he could have sworn he heard his ribcage crack with the blow. Simply put, he couldn’t take another of those.
Luckily the large man made yet another mistake. He came in range of Markus’ legs. Markus kicked his sternum as hard as he could, sending the man back. Markus grabbed both thighs of the man restraining him in a rear naked choke and dropped him on his back. He was stubborn, however, and brought Markus down with him. The strength in his grip around Markus’ neck was loosening. The opportunity was too ripe to not take. Markus shifted his body just enough to give him a clear shot at elbowing his stomach, then did just that. He heard the man grunt as he broke free of his captor.
Markus rolled away and slowly stammered up, gripping his ribcage where the large man had hit. His vision was too blurry to even see there was a man in front of him about to make his day much, much worse. The next thing Markus saw was a fist barreling down on Markus face. He shut his eyes and awaited the unavoidable. To Markus’ surprise, it never came. He slowly opened his eyes to see Johnson holding the man’s fist just inches from Markus’ face.
“You’re welcome.” He said with a slight nod. Markus’ head became light as he struggled to stand. He quickly recovered his balance and began stammering towards the corner where two chairs and a water dispenser stood comfortably in the corner. Markus collapsed in one of the chairs and chugged a few cups of water.
“Come on, man, I leave the room for a minute to take a piss and this is how you repay me?” He asked, shifting in his seat and drilling Markus. He returned the stare for a good five seconds before chugging another cup of water.
“For the record, Ya’ll were having a pillowless pillow fight. That was strictly unacceptable. One on one action only.” Markus nodded. “And one other thing.” Johnson glanced behind both shoulders before scooting his chair closer and dropping his voice to a hushed tone.
“Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?” Markus thought about it for a second with glazed over eyes. “Did you go to super, frickin, ninja school?” Markus didn’t respond because quite honestly, he didn’t do anything different. Maybe it was the wrestling experience that gave him the edge, or possibly his frustration? That had to be it. Markus held the button to dispense more water with his cup under the drain after shrugging at Johnson.
“Well, whatever you did, it worked. Let’s hope you can do it again. The squad leader wants to see if Dwayne is just losing his edge or if you really are more than what you look.” Markus perched an eyebrow at the thought,
“Ashley?” Johnson chuckled,
“Don’t worry, from what I’ve seen, you’ll do fine.” Markus’ stare endured.
“What can you tell me about her?” Johnson’s grin was not concealable now. Johnson stood up followed by Markus.
“She isn’t afraid to kick you back to the city from here.”
“Great,” Markus said sarcastically, “anything else?”
“Yeah,” Their eyes met and “She will kick you back to the city if you let her.” Markus walked to the center of the circle and cracked his knuckles. He paced around and rolled his neck while he waited. The rest of the squad and more gathered around. Markus looked around for Ashley. He spotted her emerging from the crowd in a black jumpsuit. Her medium length brown hair was in a ponytail.
“Dwayne is the worst at hand to hand combat in the squad. I’m here to show you how a real elite fights.” Her face was serious. Markus didn’t want to admit it, but her remarks gave her the advantage. His organs felt weak and his stomach turned. He was about to be humiliated. Markus shook the thoughts from his head and resumed a ready stance. Ashley resumed a ready stance and awaited Markus to make a move. Markus needed to test the waters anyways. He had never seen her fight hand to hand before, he needed to learn her style, her habits. Her kinks.
Edited by ThaneKrios on 4/6/2013 11:40 PM PDT