Chapter 23: Mortal Kombat
Updated: Jul 2
A year passed after Donkey robbed my house. It was a really tough year for me living with all this anger and paranoia. As well as having to recover from quitting my medications. I was afraid to leave me house unattended in fear Donkey might try and rob me again.
I still had a lot of respect with some of the other weed dealers in town. I had a reputation for being an honest guy despite selling weed. No one really condoned Donkey and Peter robbing my house.
One day an old friend called Green Eyes alerted me and John to the fact Donkey had come out of hiding. He called up John on the phone; they talked for a moment and then John handed the phone to me mysteriously.
"I heard you're looking for Donkey?" Green Eyes said.
"You know he robbed my house?" I replied.
"Yah, I heard. That's some real scum bag shit. Listen he's come out of hiding. He just called me looking for some weed. He's gonna be at my house in an hour. I know I owe you that favor from back in the day when Jody punched you in the head at Milo's house party. You know I got a lot of respect for you still. Why don't you rush over here now early and ambush his ass when he walks in the door?"
"Are you sure? Aren't you guys friends?" I asked.
"Fuck that fool, he would probably rob my house too. Besides I need some entertainment on my day off." Green Eyes assured me it was fine.
I went over before Donkey got there. John Ripley came with me. I was nervous for a few seconds. After that I channeled all my anger and rage. I thought about the year that had passed. I was ready.
As soon as Donkey walked into Green Eye’s backyard, he was expecting to see Green Eyes but found my raging hazels instead.
As soon as Donkey opened the gate and walked in, I stepped forward and said:
“I heard you’ve been talking shit!”
I immediately leaped on him full X-men Wolverine berserker style. He did not get a punch in. I had him on the floor with my knees holding his arms down and I was just punching him in the face at will.
“You fucking robbed my house!”
Bam! I hit him again. I must have hit him six perfect clean shots to the face. His nose was already bleeding. Green Eyes and John told me to get off him.
"I want a chance to fight fair. This isn't over!" Donkey said.
"That's fine with me!" I agreed.
We stood toe to toe and started fighting again. He did not get a single punch in. He missed me several times. I am not Bruce Lee or Muhammad Ali. I have had zero real fight training. I am the same kid who got kneed in the face and thrown in a bush years earlier. This was pure rage. This was God using my body to smite the wicked. I was on auto pilot.
Before long I had him on the floor again. Green Eyes stopped the fight again.
"It's over!"
We stopped for a few minutes, but you could see Donkey still had the anger in his eyes. He came up behind me and put me in a head lock after everyone had said the fight was over. He tried to choke me out.
I do not know where this came from, as I said before, I am not a trained martial arts fighter. I threw my head downward and my legs up and caught him right around the neck with my legs and started choking him.
I feel like it must have looked like that move Sonya Blade does in Mortal Kombat.
We both tumbled to ground with me on top of him again. I quickly held him down again like before and started punching him in face again. I grabbed him by the throat with my left hand and smashed him right in the face with my right hand as hard as I could. The back of his head went backwards and hit the ground. He looked dazed. For a moment I was worried I had cracked his skull.
I stood up with Donkey still on the ground gasping for air. I told him:
"The fight is over. No matter what you try, I will always win."
He got up and reached for a nearby weight resting on a weight bench. He acted like he was getting ready to hit me with it and I stood my ground ready with my fists up. John and Green Eyes intervened and told Donkey to put down the weight. John ripped it from his hands and Green Eyes forced him to sit down on the bench.
Donkey gave up. A few minutes later when tempers cooled, I apologized for hitting him. I told him:
“I don’t want any more drama between us. You keep my name out of your mouth, and I will do the same. If I catch you near my house again, I see you anywhere near my street, Green Eyes won't be there to save you!”
With everything going on for him with the law he did not need another problem and agreed to peace. We shook hands and John and I left. I never had a problem with Donkey again.
"Hey Milo you hear about the Donkey fight? Jordan kicked his ass. Did some moves straight out of Mortal Kombat!"
Green Eyes told everyone in town I kicked Donkey’s ass. Word spread and I like to think my reputation was restored.
I called Jason on the phone as soon as we left and told him about the fight.
"Dude I just beat the shit out of Donkey!"
"No way!" Jason replied.
"I was there; it was savage as fuck!" John jumped in.
The guy Donkey stabbed even sent his thanks through a mutual friend a few weeks later.
Donkey ended up going to jail for three years.
Now for the anti-fairy tale Disney style ending. The things Donkey and Peter stole from me did not fly out his pockets as I punched him. In other words, beating Donkey did not undo the theft. I will probably never replace some of those DVDs and games. That being said even now many years later I still have a sense of satisfaction knowing I sorted that mother fucker out.
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