Thread: So Not My Type. Or Are You? (ThomasRHellsing and myself)

Thomas noticed the jock and the nerdy girl who was at the party. Thomas smirked at the Captain, You need him for any big games? The captain shook his head, He's third string take him out, we don't' need ass holes causing issues, you want my help? Thomas shook his head Only if someone you want to walk in the next six weeks is about to get involved. The jock reached for the girls top and Thomas whistled suddenly. The jock glared as Thomas said I'm going to give you four seconds to remove your hand from the pretty girl, before i punch you in the face so hard your knocked on your ass. The jock glared four second after Thomas had said that his fist impacted the Jock's face Thomas was large lean and mean. 6' 8, 300 pounds, he was small for heavy weight but that was because he'd kept his lean body and was pounds per inches twice as strong as the jack. The Jock tumbled back twice a send punch to the sternum sent him to his ass Thomas turned his back on him saying, Why don't you sleep it off fugo. Maybe half the people in the room had seen the first punch and way less the second. Speed and power it was why Thomas was a contender for the word belt. Of course Jocks weren't' known or their one on one mentality and soon five third string teamers had joined the one cradling his broken nose. Thomas smirked as he entered a boxing pose, One chance fuglies, step back, or meet these Hell Hands of mine. The drunk jock ran forward Thomas went low, a jab to his leading knee cap followed by a right punch to the side of it followed by an elbow to the back of the head Thomas was facing the other Jocks even at the first one hit the floor The captain smirked and pressed a button so Better harder faster stronger tarted blaring through the stereo set up. The next two moved forwards together Thomas stepping back, so they had to move on, Even as he used a side step and three rapid jabs to the side and back of one's head. then a sweeping kick to the back of his legs He leaned in and threw a twisting straight punch right into the second Jock's face He actually flew down and hit the ground hard. Thomas throwing a right legged back kick to second the second jock to nightie night land. the net three came at the same time one breaking a bottle However Thomas smirked spitting out the match, he did a low upper cut throwing his entire body weight into the upper cut the jock was sent into the air back back While the other two were hit by a barrage of punched However they weren't' random ones. Each punch applied force to joints and pressure points. The morons dropped their arms, a stupid looking thing but the truth was they didn't' have a choice their arms were swelling and not responding to their commands. Thomas dropped both with two hard simultaneous straight punches. Smirking he raised his hands as the Captain said Ladies and gentlemen your favorite, and still champion THOMAS HELL HANDS HELLSING! Thomas raise his arms. Smirking he winked at the bookish girl. He jerked his head over to the area he'd been sitting, and headed that way himself. He knew the foot ball captain was dragging the losers out or to a bed upstairs to discipline them himself.