Post by victor on Mar 20, 2017 12:17:29 GMT
In hopes to seal the deal, Luke had uttered the title of barbie with as much spite as he could. As expected, it fanned the fire Z was already nurturing. The boy saw the shove coming, even someone untrained would have. Taking this to the ground was the worst thing Z could do for his well being. Barely being able to contain his smirk, Luke fell to the ground as his opponent intended, with an exaggerated stumble of helplessness.
It was fairly easy to predict what would follow, there was no way Luke was going to allow his face to be smashed in, very quickly he flexed his forearms at the elbows to protect himself from the aggressive onslaught. He cried out, mockingly again but most would probably miss it. "Someone get this guy off me..." he complained, grinning inwardly. Once he had given Z sufficient time to damage him, it was time for the overhaul.
Between the punches his adversary threw, he had the time to swipe away Z's hands in a swift motion while bucking his hip to overthrow his fellow footballer. Owing to his training, he made sure that the other boy's arms were pinned under his knees, which were on either side of Z's torso, he was far more defenseless. Luke panted, mockingly again, as though he had just struggled a lot, which wasn't the case... This was easy.
He stared down at the much more vulnerable opponent and leaned in close. "I could destroy your pretty face..." he whispered. Swinging his elbow with a lot of strength he was about to land a blow to the grounded boy's face, but instead of meeting his cheekbone, his limb met his other hand, with a resounding slap... a couple of times, to show the force, intent and leave Z to imagine the damage he could have suffered.
Letting his forearm fall across his neck, Luke slowly choked Z, ensuring his body was folded over him in a manner to hide this from the onlookers, except Dianne. He pressed down enough to make Z struggle, but not to do any lasting damage. "You should really cool off a little mate. Needless to say you're off the team and I'll leave the rest to the authorities, if you're smart you'll stay down." The blonde let go and got up slowly, keeping his adversary pinned until he had a chance to put some distance between them.
Before walking away, he pretended to stumble over Z's leg and landed a swift kick between the boy's legs, seemingly accidentally. "Oh shit... Sorry..." he finished with a wink. Brushing against Dianne he said softly "Thanks for giving me a shot at your pup, I expect you'll make time for me, privately."