[ WP ] You have the power to montage .

`` Come here punk!'' 
 
 The massive man approached me with a fury. He swiftly grabbed my collar and sneered into my face. His gaze made me wince. 
 
 `` I'm going to beat the shit out of you you little wimp.'' 
 
 The size difference was humorous to say the least. Ben, the man whose anger was piercing through me like an arrow stood 6'5'' tall weighing in at roughly 245 pounds. I stood 5'9'' at about a buck fifty on a good day. I was helpless. Here he is the school's star Tight End and me the schools fifth best chess player and he wants to cave my face in. His fury was slightly justified because... well... I'm not sure how to explain this but two days prior, I stole his girlfriend. 
 
 Becky has been my love for as long as I can remember. We met in pre-school and I have been her friend ever since, but really only her friend. I am... well... *was* a bit of a dork. Baggy pants, a haircut resembling that of an untamed hedge, t-shirts too large to fit my lanky frame. I was about as unattractive as it gets. 
 
 Everything changed two days ago. Becky wanted to talk about Ben, which of course is my *favorite* thing to do with her. I parked my car outside of her house and walked to the door. I just wanted with my entire being to impress her, to be the guy she would fall for instead of meat head Ben. 
 
 Then WHAM! I saw myself in the third person. 
 
 WHAM! Getting my hair cut, giving the hair stylist a thumbs up. 
 
 WHAM! Trying on a new fitted suit, smirking at the tailor. 
 
 WHAM! Pumping iron, fist bumping my trainer. 
 
 WHAM! Purchasing flowers at the grocery. 
 
 Next thing I new, I was standing there in a fine suite, new haircut, and holding flowers. I looked good, I looked confident. She answered the door saw me and with the softest expression she smiled. I put my hand on her waist and slowly went in for the kiss. I was n't sure what just happened but I was n't going to argue with it. Finally I was the man she wanted. 
 
 But here I am now. In the clutches of a furious man with a vengeance. He had followed me to my house, he knew I had been the reason she had broken up with him. Word travels fast in high school. I was n't faster than the guy that was sure, he tracked me down in less than three strides. 
 
 `` You're gon na die!'' He is still gripping my shirt. He cocks his fist back, ready to unleash all his fury on my newly groomed face. 
 
 WHAM! It happened again. 
 
 WHAM! I am with my trainer again, dodging punches in a boxing ring. 
 
 WHAM! I am spending late nights pulverizing a punching bag. 
 
 WHAM! Agility drills over and over and over again. My Trainer marks my progress he looks disappointed. 
 
 WHAM! Back to dodging punches, I am getting better. 
 
 WHAM! Late night with the punching bag again. 
 
 WHAM! Dodging punches with my trainer again, I am doing much better than before. 
 
 WHAM! Agility drills, trainer smirks. He knows I am ready. 
 
 Ben's fist is in mid swing. I free myself from his grip on my shirt, throw both my fists up and I parry to the right. His fist sails past my face. 
 
 `` Holy shit.'' I am completely prepared for this fight. 
 
 Ben looks shocked at my counter move. He takes a step forward and tries once again to dent my face. I knew what to do. 
 
 He is telegraphing his punches, this gives me time to dodge and counter. If I duck to the left, give him a jab from my right hand, followed by a hook to the kidney with my left. This might put me in a good position to leave this fight alive. 
 
 Sure enough the bastard allowed me to make my move. He takes a step back and tries to adjust himself. He did n't see that coming. 
 
 Once again he gives his next move away. I duck to my right as he is swinging and land another hook to his other kidney with my right while my left connects square on his jaw soon after. He stumbles back. He knows he loses if he keeps this up. 
 
 `` Fine, lets do this the old fashion way.'' 
 
 He charges at me like the hulking rhino he is. He knows football, and that's how he intends to finish this. 
 
 *Juvenile. * 
 
 If I take a half step to my right and uppercut with my left fist. He's a goner. Sure enough he leans his head down, leads with his shoulder and misses spectacularly. I hop to the right and my fist connects right underneath his chin. 
 
 He is reduced to a blood heap on the ground, groaning, grimacing. He picks himself up and heads limps away. Not sure what is happening, but damn I'm starting to like it. 
 
 
 

