MC'S POV
"Hey, isn't that the kid who beat up those three bullies and got them expelled?"
"Yo is that Maxwell Isome?!"
"Look it's Maxwell!"
These past few days have been rough.
Word spread like wildfire about my recent fight against the three bullies, and all of a sudden I went from a kid who stayed in the shadows to a role model overnight. I had fans, people who looked up to me, girls who wanted to be my girlfriend, respect from students and even teachers, I was even featured in the local newspaper!
It sucked.
The fame was just pure annoying.
The fans were even worse and more cringe inducing than the nine year old Logang members (Logan Paul fans for all those who didn't know) Even worse was that they started spreading rumours.
The people who looked up to me were mostly misled. How could I correct the rumours without looking like a fake, humble attention seeker? And how was I supposed to ruin their lives and say
"I'm not a good role model, forget about me."
It'd be like Bill Gates saying
"Give me back all of the money I donated to charities, I'm not taking no for an answer".
The girls who wanted to be my girlfriends were so obviously gold diggers, it got to the point where I had to have my actual friends drag me away before I slapped one of them across the face. One of them, a blondie with way too much make-up one walked up to me one lunchtime and said, in front of all of my friends while we were recording each other telling jokes.
"Listen here, I'm a popular, beautiful girl, so if you go out with me we'll be perfect partners and we'll be shown all over school together like the popular boy you always wished you were!"
Luckily, my friends know I'm the type to instantly hate on the "Rich, popular, spoilt kids" so the moment she arrived my friends pinned my hands and feet down, stopping me from slapping her in her stupid, ugly face.I didn't answer for a moment, and said to my friends,
"You can stop pinning my limbs down now."
I turned to her, with both of my middle fingers up at her.
"How about, you take these two and shove em up your fat, lazy ass."
I was about to take another bite out of my food, but then had another idea.
"Since I know you're dumb as hell, I'll spell out my answer for you. N-O SPELLS NO YOU SLUT."
I finished off my food and turned to my friends, who laughed so hard one of them farted, making us laugh even more. The blondie just stormed off, presumably to get one of her boyfriends to come beat me senseless. My assumptions were correct, as after another round of laughter and recording while telling jokes I saw a group of heavily muscled late teens walking towards me, their faces full of intent to hurt.
"Listen guys I'm going to need you to record every second of this, I don't trust the security camera's to be our sole evidence that I didn't start this fight." They nodded, their faces solemn until I piped up and said "I'll be fine guys don't worry!" They nodded again and I stood up. I sized up my opponents as they came closer. Six members of the wrestling team faced me, the blonde behind all of them
"This is the boy who insulted me and tried to hurt me!" She squeaked.
The wrestling team loomed over me, but I refused to look up. Instead I got out my phone and tried to find a piece of music that would fit my mood. I eventually found it and pressed play.
(I only chose undertale music because it worked, don't judge pls)
"Oi, what the fuck do you think you're doing there," demanded one, "hurting Ms.Princess over here?"
I snickered.
"What's so funny, punk?" Another yelled.
I finally looked up."Princess? She's too lazy to be the princess. Snobby little brat who can't even fight her own battles, that's what she is,"
"Why you little..." The Wrestling team member on the right started towards me, arm drawn back, ready to punch,but I jumped forwards, two feet kicking the side of his jaw, knocking him out cold. As I landed, I immediately rolled into a crouching position.The others begin running towards me, but I held up a finger.
"Wait for it..."
The bass dropped, and I leaped off the body like a hunter from L4D2 onto the shoulders of another victim, immediately turning in mid air so that when I land, I'm facing his vulnerable back. Without hesitation, I grab the his forehead from behind and force it into my elbow. He collapses and leaves 4 left. I smile as I think in vain of trying to attach Left 4 Dead 2 to the amount of people knocked unconscious while looking at the others.
Don't take any chances, last time you almost got into a chokehold. Knocking everyone unconscious is the way to go.
All four of them look at each other and start surrounding me.
Finally, some intelligence.
Instead of letting them come closer, I take the battle to them by rushing at the one trying to sneak up behind behind, running low at him like a rugby/American football player. As he chuckles and bends down, his hands on the ground like he's acting the role of a tiger, I straighten back up quickly, jumping forward and lifting my leg up and using my hip to force it back down onto the top of this clueless wrestlers head. This is why you focus on multiple different styles and techniques of fighting, to avoid falling into the trap of thinking "This is the only way to fight, I don't need to adapt."
Poor guy didn't even know how to use his legs properly.
Watch out behind.
I hear footsteps rushing towards me and a shout, trying to warn me.
Thanks for the unneeded help.
I twist at the last second, the first sailing harmlessly past my head and straight into the wall.
Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Yep, he's yelling.
I turn directly to the idiot who punched the wall and decide to put the unfortunate fellow out of his misery, kicking him right under the chin.
Two left, if anyone except me is counting.
The one on my right gets into a taekwondo fighting stance, side on towards me with a hand protecting his chest with the other lower towards his leg area, while the other was in what looked like a judo stance. (I'm a black belt second dan in taekwondo not judo) I dash towards the one on my right, as I'm more familiar with teakwood fighters. They tend to move around, A LOT, kicking you where and when you don't expect it. Luckily, in their sparring matches leg and arm hits don't count, so as long as I protect my back and my chest-
Scrap that idea, you just got sweeped son, NOW MOVE!
I roll instinctively, but my enemy grabs my legs and starts swinging me around, ready to throw me. I quickly grab his wrist and start Japanese Burning him, causing him to let go.
You can't get rid of me that easily.
I hold on to his wrist, still, using the momentum of the swing to latch my legs onto his neck. My weight starts dragging him down, so I swing again, this time to pull myself up behind his neck. As he starts crashing to the floor, I use his head as a springboard and force him down into the ground while flipping off said head. As I turn my own head, I spot Mr.Judo running at me, so I run back at him.
Idiot. He's older than you and stronger than you. This fighting is getting to your head.
He crashes into me, sending me flying back.
Why did you try to do that again?
Shut up.
Talking to yourself are you? First sign of madness that is.
Let me focus.
Sure, sure.
I attempt to get him into a chokehold, by shoving my arm diagonally upwards across his throat while trapping his arm but he overpowers me, leaving me in an uncomfortable position with my knees bent. I quickly slither my other arm and turn my failed chokehold into locking his arm, by shoving my hand between his shoulder and collarbone and keeping his elbow straight. He screams in pain as I twist his shoulder, but stops when I let him go. Of course, I only let him go briefly, before I knee him in the face, knocking him out.
Panting, I glance at the crowd that has gathered, before passing out.
Heidi POV:
Jesus, he was absolutely terrifying.
Awesome, but terrifying.
MC POV:
I wake up groggily, in a... hospital bed?
"Oh you're awake!"
I turn my head, to see... Mr Carpenter?
"Whu haa'end?"
"You were in a coma, the fighting took a huge toll on your body. Unfortunately, you've been paralysed from the waist down."
My dreams of basketball, of fighting, all...
Ruined.
I put my head in my hands, and begin to cry.
A/N: Ugh, the ending felt waaaay too rushed. Anyway, 1552 words, and I'm tired.
I'm going to leave this story for now, and focus on my Cheater!TeamRWBY x MC x DDLC
Byeeee