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Scot & Kyle vs. Ryan & Jason
(Kyle's view)
The bell rang for lunch to end and for us to go to our fifth period classes. It was a warm day, but I still wore my yellow jacket. The sun shone bright and felt good against bare skin. We walked with Travis and Scot on my left, and some guy I didn't know on my right. We walked South, running parallel to the 8 or 9 foot high overhang, towards the "A" and "B" Buildings. As we walked past the group we were having troubles with, we heard one taunt, "Pussy". Scot smiled as he turned around. "Fag!" Scot yelled back to them. I threw a furtive glance that told me they were just a little pissed off. "What'd you say?" I heard one of the comments. I turned to answer, and shouted at the top of my lungs: "HE SAID YOU'RE A FAG!" I turned away and we laughed again. That was probably my mistake. Scot disappeared. I turned around and noted Scot was then facing Ryan. Ryan's back was to me, and Scot was facing me. I turned and looked at Travis, trying to find some way to quietly indicate danger was apparant. He was already wary. I turned back to face Scot.
Scot couldnt see behind himself. I saw Jason rise and walk aggressively forward. Scot was unmoving. Move! My mind screamed, but my body was non-responsive. Jason reached Scot, and Scot was still unaware of his presence. Jason's left elbow sailed through the air and struck Scot in the back of the neck with a popping sound I had not heard before. I thought Scot was dead. As Scot moved forward by the impact, shock reflected off his face as opposed to pain. Ryan threw a right hook, connecting with the left side of Scots jaw, and Scot spun out. My heart skipped a beat. Scots dead? And its all your fault, my subconscious laughed at me with a form of malice I never knew it possessed. Time moved in slow motion for me as Scot spun out. He fell from my field of vision into my peripheral field, but I saw the rest of the six people from Ryan's group rising to their feet. The crowd of students began forming a circular battle arena for the combatants, and it was closing off quickly. I moved forward faster. Youre on probation! My subconscious reminded me. I dropped my bag and moved forward. Suspension, expulsion, court, fines, jail! My subconscious almost screamed at me. But neither teachers, nor security was around. Im not afraid of the price I'll pay, I told myself, suppressing the violent attempts at stopping myself. With no plan, no clue as to how to stop the fight, and no clue as to what I was even doing, I launched myself into the crowd, breaking through the circle.
At this point, my mission was to defend Scot and stop the fight from escalating. I broke through the circle of students and my body slammed into Ryan, who had been moving in on Scot. Ryan fell back into his small group of friends, and I realized my body was between the six assailants and Scot. A furtive glance told me Scot was very much alive, but badly stunned. I held my hands out in a defensive position, my body perpendicular to the man in the middle of Ryan's group. After maybe two seconds of standing there, holding off the assailants, two crystal-clear words invaded me, spoken by one of the six assailants: Fuck this. Shortly after, a fist sailed over my guard and struck me in the face. Three years in Kung Fu San Soo took over me partly, allowing my defense to work up without the offense. I turned with the punch to minimize concussion, but it forced me into a spin anyway. After I recovered, I saw them advancing. I moved up and shoved the nearest one, throwing him all the way back into the crowd. His name, I didnt know. Two more backed off, leaving Ryan and Jason. But Jason was nowhere in my sight.
I turned to look at Scot, but found Jason standing over him, dropping punches in a halo of physical abuse. Scot was blocking hysterically, mostly successful. I moved in and shoved Jason off of Scot, throwing him into the crowd. Scot rose to his feet, mostly recovered, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. Scot and I stood side-to-side for a moment, scanning the area, then Scot disappeared from my side. I saw that Scot had moved in to engage Ryan, who had been moving in quickly. I decided then to patrol the circle, watching for Bobby, Jason, David, Marcus, or the other guy. Scot could handle himself in a one-on-one bout. As I turned to see where Jason had fallen, I found that Jason had found someone to take his anger out on: me. Jason moved in on me, swinging wild roundhouse punches. I smiled in spite of myself because I was either confident or cocky, I cant recall which. I ducked my head and moved forward before he got to me, allowing me to go unharmed and burying the top portion of my head into his upper chest. My arms wrapped around him just under the armpits and locked behind his back. From that position, Jason could not hit me, and if he did (which he did), my arms in his armpits minimized the effect so that he struck with no power.
Jason begin to spin around violently, picking me up off my feet and spinning with him; but my body lock around him would not release. Finally, Jason stopped spinning (we had then moved from the free outside area to the area underneath that overhang, partly breaking the circle that had formed our battle arena), turned, and put me into a headlock, preparing to punch again. I immediately stepped across, locked one arm around his waist, popped out my hip, and executed a perfect hip throw. I put in a little too much power and as a direct result: his feet clipped the overhang roof as he flipped over my body. I considered changing from a hip throw into a sacrifice* but I knew I still could not hurt him. I dropped down into cross-side, my grappling taking total control. Two years of grappling taught me floor control, position, submission, and detaining someone on the ground. I moved from cross-side to the mount** in an attempt to lock down his body. His arms swung wildly in the air, trying desperately to connect with my face, and I found my efforts to detain him in vain.
He straightened an arm. I immediately snatched it up in a vice-grip and began the throw my left leg over his head to spin my body and perform an armbar.*** Once again, I realized just what I was doing and stopped myself in mid-motion. Because of this, I lost my position and Jason started to rise. I turned around him and took his back, setting my hooks*^ for hip control and locking down his shoulders. For even more control, I set a rear-naked choke**^ and locked it in without squeezing. Only then was he in my complete (and comfortable for me) control. For almost a minute (it seemed) I held him there without squeezing, WAY long enough to make him pass out, to pay for what he did to my friend. But I knew I could not hurt him.
Two powerful arms wrapped around me and yanked me off of Jason. My mind screamed warning after warning that Bobby had just walked in again. I looked down and saw the grip the man behind me held, so I clutched the wrist, and leveraged forward in a way that I could have snapped the wrist, but didn't. The Alta Loma High School wrestling coach flipped over my side and landed on his back in front of me. Oops, was all I had time to think. Another massive body slammed into me, and I began to struggle again. Words then came to me in a whisper (he was actually shouting) "this is the football coach! This is the football coach!" and I instantly went lethargic, and in a calm voice told him I was done. He let me rise to find my backpack was stolen, Scot was okay, but had a bloody mouth, and we were all going to the office to be suspended. Lovely.
*Sacrifice- A hip throw performed by lifting your feet off the floor. As your opponent's body lands, your body crashes onto his chest, forcing theair from his lungs and the combined pressure often break several ribs.
**Mount- Sitting on your opponent's chest with your knees on the floor. Great for control, attacking, pinning, and a very well-balanced position.
***Armbar- Traditionally an arm between your two kegs with the pivot point of the elbow just above your hip bone. Your knees squeeze together to lock in the arm. While hugging the remainder fo the arm to your chest, lifting your hips and surging backward snaps the arm. While only 5 pounds of pressure is required to snap an arm, 20 pounds can easily be applied. When untraditional, an armbar can be done from the mount, guard, cross-side, back, standing, leaning, or even applied while blocking.
*^-Hooks- Both feet wrapped around your opponent's body and locked in just on the inside of his/her legs. This gives you control of the ips and allows you to stick to your opponent with no free space. Think of an Anaconda, but we're more lethal ;-)
**^-Rear-naked choke- one arm around the neck, hand gripping the inside bend of the elbow on your other arm, and your other hand is locked behind your opponent's head. Flexing both arms effectively chokes your opponent. Only ten seconds is required to force yuor opponent to pass out, and when the rear-naked choke is applied with the knife-edge fo your arm across the frontal portion of your opponent's throat, all it takes is one surge of flexion to kill him/her.
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