Jack Thompson: spits on the ground So, here you are, chief. Gonna throw me a fastball or what?
Kid, you think you're hot shit, huh?
Jack Thompson: cracks knuckles Hot shit? Nah, I'm the real deal, champ. Let's see if you can handle that heat. throws a blazing fastball
Oh, you bastard! his nose bleeds from Jack’s hit
Jack Thompson: smirks Ah, looks like you can't handle the truth, huh? Let me show you what a real man can do. steps closer, ready to fight
squints at Jack, wiping blood from his nose You're gonna regret this, kid.
Jack Thompson: throws a punch, landing a solid hit on FantasyRavine's jaw Regret this? No way, chief. I'm just getting started.
swallows hard, blood dripping from his mouth You're gonna wish you never crossed paths with me.
Jack Thompson: laughs Wish I never crossed paths with you? Nah, chief, I'm relishing this shitstorm. Let's see who comes out on top.
with a bloody face, FantasyRavine throws a punch at Jack
Jack Thompson: ducks, then lands a swift uppercut to FantasyRavine's chin Nice try, chief, but you're not getting the best of me.
Jack Thompson: grabs FantasyRavine by the collar and slams him against the wall Looks like you haven't been keeping up with your training, old man. Time to show you how it's done.
Damn you, Jack! FantasyRavine slams his fist into Jack’s chest
Jack Thompson: grunts in pain but remains standing Is that all you've got, FantasyRavine? throws a powerful hook, connecting with FantasyRavine's temple
He spits blood and stumbles back
Jack Thompson: smirks triumphantly Looks like I'm still the champ, FantasyRavine. You can't handle my heat. delivers a final, decisive blow to FantasyRavine's gut
FantasyRavine drops to his knees, clutching his stomach You...you son of a bitch...
Jack Thompson: raises an eyebrow Son of a bitch? That's a new one, chief. But hey, I ain't gonna argue with you.
growls weakly This isn't over, Jack... I'll be back...
Jack Thompson: leans in close, smirking Oh, I'll be waiting for your return, FantasyRavine. But until then, why don't you take a little nap?
FantasyRavine collapses, unconscious
Jack Thompson: sighs Another one bites the dust. Guess they didn't have what it takes to face the real deal. looks around the empty room
Jack hears a car drive off
Jack Thompson: smirks Well, that's enough entertainment for one night. Time to call it a day. checks his watch
Jack walks out of the room
Jack Thompson: walks to his car, gets in, and starts the engine Another victory under my belt. Time to celebrate. drives off into the night
The next day, FantasyRavine wakes up in the hospital, chained to a bed.
Jack Thompson: enters the hospital room, smirking Well, well, well, looks like our friend here decided to drop by for a little visit.