[ WP ] A fight scene ... with fruit .

`` I want you to hit me *as hard as you can. *'' 
 
 Beads of sweat trickled down the back of Jordan's face as he finally revealed what he had been thinking. This whole time, the entire night out, he had been working up the courage to say this. He looked at the fruit, hoping for a response. Positive or negative, it did n't matter to him, as long as he knew that the watermelon staring back at him heard him. 
 
 The watermelon, going by the alias Mr. Melon-face at the time, played of Jordan's request in a fashion that asserted his dominance, while not being demeaning. Without moving, Mr. Melon-face retorted in a steadfast silence, that increased the tension of the entire parking lot. Jordan lost the focus in his eyes, now slowly hopping from foot to foot in a fighting stance. 
 
 `` Hit me. Get it over with. Let's do some Fight Club stuff. Let yourself go wild. I want to know if I can take it.'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` You act like you're so above it all, like you're so much better than the rest of us. Trust me, you're just like any other person in America. You can reply with silence if that's what you want. If you're too chicken to punch me, I can find someone else.'' 
 
 In a taunting matter, Mr. Melon-face continued to not dignify Jordan's request. He seemed to not be recognizing the words coming from Jordan's mouth, everything he send seemed to faze right through him. 
 
 `` Screw you man. I poured my heart out to you and you wo n't even say anything? Get the hell out of my sight.'' 
 
 Mr. Melon-face refused to budge, while Jordan was n't giving an inch as well. The duo stared each-other down, until Jordan could n't continue. The cold look coming from the fruit sent a chill down Jordan's spine, forcing him to stumble backwards. As Jordan slipped, he fell into a puddle of water behind him. 
 
 `` That's it!'' Jordan said as streams of sweat across his face heated up. `` You're going to fight one way or another.'' 
 
 At this point neither of them could be sure who would come out of this battle on top. Jordan had been taking MMA classes for over 12 years, but with Mr. Melon-face's thick skin, anything could happen. 
 
 Immediately, Jordan sprung off the floor and came barreling towards Mr. Melon-face, who was resting atop a car. Firing out a crescent kick Jordan kicked with precision and accuracy that could stop a bullet. What shocked the now growing crowd was Mr. Melon-face's remarkable dodging ability; Jordan's kick seemed to do nothing more than slice the air around him. The lack of impact caused a shift in Jordan's balance, and the wet ground did n't help. Speeding towards the ground, Mr. Melon-face saw his opportunity. 
 
 Jordan was now lying down on the ground beside the car. Mr. Melon-face had leaped off the car, and as a moment that seemed to stretch into infinity, Jordan realized this was his one chance to win. With a quick jerk of the head, Mr. Melon-face, who at first was targeting his adversaries' skull, was now headed straight towards his fate. 
 
 The collision was instant, and in one second Mr. Melon-face went from being an organic fruit to a fine red mist. 
 
 Jordan's face twisted into an unrecognizable emotion. The sense of pain radiated from his body in every way, from the shut eyes to the scream let out as soon as his adversary met his fate. Jordan had won, but at what cost?
