[ WP ] Write an epic battle

This was the last time Edgar would be bullied again. 
 
 Ivan `` Skull'' Skulczyck was the meanest motherfucker in the entire school district and he made sure to remind anyone who he thought needed reminding. Skull acted out a lot in elementary, this led them to the decision that boxing might give him an outlet to deal with his anger. They were half right, it made it easier for him to put the one-two together on his victims more seamlessly. Edgar was one of his many victims, having first met him at the boxing gym in middle school, however this summer he'd hit a growth spurt that put him at 6'2 and about 215 pounds. Before that he was 5' nothing and played the role of punching bag to that cum-guzzler Skull who'd always been big for his age since Edgar knew him. 
 
 Edgar's first day of the 11th grade went smoothly, just as he'd expected, but he was anticipating his walk home to be a little bumpier. After Edgar had left the gym in the 9th grade Skull missed his punching bag so much he decided to intercept him after school for a little `` sparing'' ( sparing just meant a minute of Edgar pushed up against a wall while Skull pulverized his face ). This became a bit a tradition for them after school. Today would be no different as Skull waited patiently at the mouth of the alley that stood between Red's Pharmacy and an recently opened auto parts store. 
 
 The few steps before Edgar rounded the corner he stopped for a second. He was afraid. It passed and he turned the corner past Red's and towards the alley where he knew that son of a bitch was waiting, `` I know you're there asswipe,'' Edgar said to the alley's entrance. The alley responded by conjuring a blonde, square jawed, stocky teen. Ivan `` Skull'' Skulczyck. The surprise in Ivan's eyes was all Edgar needed to regain the little bit of confidence he lost a moment ago. 
 
 Ivan charged at the now taller Edgar throwing a huge right hand as soon as the former victim was in range. Edgar threw up his guard as swayed away from the punch which barely missed its mark, allowing for Edgar to throw a right straight directly at Ivan's nose. He swatted the punch away and a left jab crashed into Edgar's cheek bone and Edgar responded with a two hook combination to the body. The two punches made Ivan wince giving Edgar the chance to land a crushing uppercut to the Skull's skull, dropping him. Edgar waited patiently for his former bully to get back to his feet. Instead Ivan crawled towards the alley before working his way to his feet and running. 
 
 Edgar followed the pathetic douche-bag and ran face first into a trashcan lid. The warmth of the crimson liquid ran down his face, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his side as Ivan dug his sneaker into Edgar's rib he let out a weak gasp, `` You're still a little whiny bitch Eddie,'' the bully taunted. 
 
 Ivan kept taunting and cursing at Edgar who turned his back to him trying to recover from the pain of his broken nose and hurt ribs; Edgar feels something pressing against his shoulder against the ground, not something, a rock! He grabs the rock, this much needed dues ex machina and flung it blindly and through some divine intervention, in his favor, hit Ivan right between his eyes dropping him. Edgar struggled to his feet while Ivan was stilling coming to and drunkenly stumbled towards him kicking him right in the bits, even in his semi-conscious state was hoping he'd leave him a eunuch. The kick woke Ivan up who let out a yelp in pain. Edgar still dizzy fell on his butt. 
 
 Both fighters were about as physically done as two people could be, but Edgar needed to shed this identity of chump and forced himself to his feet. Ivan used the wall as crutch trying to get to his feet, Edgar decided against it. He pushed Ivan to the floor, `` I'm not your punching bag. Do you hear me you asshole?!'' his voice cracked he yelled so hard. He began to kick him repeatedly, weeping with rage. The `` Skull'' was no more, not to Edgar anyway when he began to weep too, only his weeping was in pain and submission. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,'' Ivan repeated in his hoarse and tear filled throat. Long after Edgar had walked home Ivan repeated those two words. Not enough to satisfy his victims, but almost. 
 

