Tossrock wrote:
There is every reason to think you're a goddamn retard.
As Tossrock walks away, completely oblivious to what is about to happen to him, the Slamlander takes a few quick paces forward and leaps, landing both size ten Elk skin boots in the small of Tossrock's back, pushing him forward and out of balance.
As he falls into the brick wall in front of him, Slamlander hits him in the back of the head with his chain-wrapped hand, dazing him. He then feels intense pain as he is struck again in the kidneys.
Slam then grabs him by the left shoulder and spins him around, landing another hit on the bridge of his nose, shattering the cartilege, and causes more intense pain. Of course, by this time the pain receptors have over loaded and his brain is failing to process properly. But just to make sure, Slam puts all his power into driving his fist at full speed into Tossrock's solar plexus, compressing his diaphram, and driving all the air out of his lungs. Not giving him time to recover, Slam lays in another one to the left side of his rib cage, while bracing him against the wall to keep him from collapsing.
This is all Tossrock can handle and he slides down the wall as he losses control of his legs. Slam keeps his torso upright as Tossrock slides down the wall, gasping for air. Slam then wraps left hand around Tossrock's throat with his thumb over the carotid and his index finger over the jugular, applying controlled pressure.
"Hey, sonny boy, are you awake in there?"
Seeing a dim flickering of conscousness mixed with pain and surprise Slam continues, "My left hand is capable of playing hard rock and blues guitar rythms for six straight sets, pinching off the blood flow to what passes for your brain would be trivial. Are you listening to me boy?"
Slam, not so gently bangs Tossrock's head against the wall behind him, "You seem to be one of those assholes that think that being a jerk on the Internet is some sort of cool thing. In reality, it's nothing but a poor excuse for a complete and total lack of imagination."
"Now, I don't know anything about initiations or the like but it seems to me like you need many of them, just to keep you properly humble before your betters. It seems to me that you are the one that's 'god damn retarded', wouldn't you agree? In fact, none of your posts have value." Slam then forces Tossrock to nod his head.
"I don't know you, this is a good thing, but I have seen you be nothing but an ass here. You've been lucky, until now. Oh yeah, I don't believe in fair warnings or even breaks but I guess that even your little pea-brain must've figured that out by now. Say 'good night, gracie'."
With that, Slam forward punches Tossrock in the forehead with his chain wrapped hand, driving the cogs through the skin, bashing the back ofhis head into the wall, and knocking him out. He then pinches off the blood flow for another 20 seconds to make sure that Tossrock stays unconscious for another 20 minutes. When he lets go of Tossrock's throat, Tossrock collapses and Slam lays him out so his diaphram is free to work, staying only long anough to make sure that Tossrock's still breathing. Tossrock is bleeding profusly from the chain marks on his forehead.
Slamlander slowly gets up, wraps the chain back around his waist, walks back to his bike and rides off down the street before the LEOs show up.