When you’re out of your league, you’re out of you’re league. Sometimes you’re in a leaugue of extraordinary gentleman, and your book is far better than the movie, but still is a little whack for an Alan Moore title. But either way, this dude in the jean shorts who was fighting Jay down by the track was out of his league. You could tell that he didn’t want to be in the fight twenty seconds in. He rubbed his fingers to his lip, looked down, saw blood then spit on the ground while contemplating his immediate future that was only bright below Jay’s waist. Are those white jean shorts, Jay? Only someone who fights as well as you can get away with that fashion statement.
As the fight goes on, Jay’s power level grows until he can no longer control himself. His superior striking and head movement has transformed him. He’s no longer Jay, the mild-mannered occupier of high school track areas, he’s now a monster, a super-villain, and he doesn’t care what anyone thinks.
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