BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 59
“Kill that bastard, Cady!”
“Beat his fuckin‟ ass, Cady!”
“Stomp the shit out of „im, Cady!”
I loved every word!
When I started at him, John looked like he didn‟t know what to do. So, with the
idea doing something‟s better than doing nothing, he wound up and launched a
haymaker. It swished far overhead, since I‟d already dived for his knees. I did what‟s
known in wrestling as a double leg takedown. John hit the asphalt and I clambered atop
his chest. This is a killer position in a street fight. I placed both knees on his biceps and
pressed down hard with all my body weight, around 170 at that point.
John could no longer use his hands. He couldn‟t move. He absotively, posilutely
could not move out from under me.
My fists began a back and forth rhythm that‟s been known to kill people in a
street fight. My right would slug his face. His head would slam into the blacktop, then
bounce up. When it did, my left was already coming at him while I cocked the right
again. I‟d gone through numerous cycles already. John was close to unconscious when a
hand grabbed my left trapezius.
Although I‟d heard a lot of cheering for Cady, I was pretty damned sure that hand
belonged to a ninth grader who didn‟t want to see one of his own thumped any longer.
Well, TFB, pal. Too fuckin‟ bad! I was not about to stand up and have some “hero”
knock me flat on my ass.
I came to my feet spinning, turning as I rose. My right hand was in full swing
before I saw who grabbed me. By the time I was able to ID the grabber, it was too late,
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