Jay vs. Mack 1

So during another appeal to Jay's machismo, Jay struck.

He swung the bat, his first instinct to go for the head, but since he didn't actually want to kill the guy he redirected for the ribs instead, assuming serious damage there Olliebollen could heal if necessary. The hesitation cost him. Before his bat got close the guy caught it and yanked hard to reel Jay into a gut punch. The hollow, nauseous pain made Jay regret delaying even a moment, so he didn't delay again and immediately brought up a knee aimed for the guy's crotch. He struck a thick thigh instead, but hard enough to knock the guy off balance, which Jay took advantage of by throwing his entire body forward and plowing them both into the sand.

They scrabbled. The bat went flying. Olliebollen yelped and tried to claw out of the pocket but got pinched between their bodies, the other guy's still wet, as they tumbled and rolled and kicked until Jay was on his back and the guy on top trying to pin him.

Arms pinned, legs pinned, the guy bigger and stronger and somehow so fast—fuck. But Jay refused to submit. Optionless, he flung his face forward to headbutt, except he still wore his shitty Cleveland Browns hat so the brim rammed the bridge of the guy's nose and the guy reeled back roaring, creating an opening. The lady on the rock started to play again, high-intensity spasms of the violin bow that accompanied Jay forcing every ounce of strength into his lower body to heave upward. His legs went up, the guy went up, the guy went over.

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