Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

This type of thing was something I've arranged and advocated a few times in the past to bridge the gap between two aggrieved parties and it was akin to putting a bit of violence in our old CRT TVs in order for them to work.

However, I completely forgot about these people eating almost nothing or straight-up garbage for the past few months but at the end of the day, we wouldn't worry that much about injuries or something along those lines.

It was because 90% of the guys and some of the girls wanted to let out a ton of aggression and hate—and even if they were doing it for the opposite reason I intended them to come upon naturally, they'd just come to the realization sooner or later like I did with Bartow.

And yeah, this shit would also provide some good entertainment and perhaps they could be an opening act for some of the fights that may or may not come out of the blue.

Without further ado, Sheepy and Jason came up on our ring—which was just a circle we drew on with chalk—and they both had protective gear on and a medical team on standby. Funnily enough, the Admiral caught wind of what was about to go down and the motherfucker had to be picked up with one of his Chinooks with a few people like his daughter Ella, Jennifer, Royo, etc.

Obviously, I was the acting ref with Tatiana, and once some other dude rang the bell for us, the two malnourished fucks who just had a big meal started to slug it out for everyone's entertainment.

"HIT— YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH?!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"TWIST HIS DICK!"

"WHA— HOLD UP?! ADMIRAL?!"

"GRAB HIS DICK AND TWIST IT!"

"ADMIRAL! YOUR DAUGHTER'S WITH YOU WATCHING—"

"YE OL' DICK TWIST!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Then everyone started the chant, including Ella:

"TWIST HIS DICK!"

"TWIST HIS DICK!"

"TWIST HIS DICK!"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'M SO HAPPY I CAME!"

With that said, what happened between the two was even less than what I expected but for some reason, it was more entertaining than professionals fighting because technique was out the fucking window and the two were aiming for a knockout.

At that point, it was safe to say that it was worse than a mud fight but as Sheepy dove in for a headbutt and slammed on Jason's nose, Jason gritted his fucking teeth as he reeled back to send something between a hook and upper straight to Sheepy's fragile jaw.

"OHHHHHH SHIT!"

To everyone's surprise, Sheepy fell down like a ragdoll as Jason fell to his knees—but to be fucking fair to Sheepy—Jason had a good 20 pounds on him while Sheepy was just running on pure aggression. But yeah, a win's a fucking win, and weight class don't matter in a street fight. Dive into the story on m|vl em pyr

However, as Dax was about to challenge one of his boys, "Jeffrey", who defected from his camp, Morgan, Diesel's cousin and the bitch I punched walked up and challenged me of all people to a street fight. And to make a small description of what she looked like, it was the epitome of "White Women Rage", but no one was fucking stopping her.

"COME HERE, YOU PUSSY! FIGHT ME FAIR IN A ONE ON ONE!"

I shook my head, laughing, "There could be fucking ten of you and you won't last a fucking second—"

"THEN COME UP HERE AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I COULD REALLY DO!"

Tatiana cut in with a smile, "I'll fight you, if you want—"

"BITCH, WHO ASKED YOU?! I'M TALKING TO HIM, NOT YOU!"

Tatiana chuckled once more, "Hey, Screech, he's doing you a favor. And ten of you against him is still a disadvantage for ya, just spitting facts."

"HOW MANY TIMES I'MMA TELL YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP—"

"OHHHHHH SHIT! THE BITCH JUST GOT CLAPPED!"

A few seconds before disaster, Morgan tried to square with Tatiana of all people, wounding this telegraphed punch from ten feet away, but I already called over the medical team when I saw Tatiana lift off the floor.

'Rest in Peace—'

It has been a while since she used her signature move—but even though it had less power, probably less than a tenth of what she usually let out, Morgan flew in the fucking air along with a rotten tooth out her mouth before she hit the hard floor.

"Bitch," Tatiana scoffed as she fixed her uniform.

Obviously, this crowd of Marines just went wild while a few started dying laughing from a bitch getting what was coming for her. But yeah, a lot of them now wanted to have a few rounds with Tatiana, me, or people from their own group, completely overshadowing Dax's request to fight with Jeffrey.

However, I waved them off to make some way for this depressing and manipulative son of a bitch because Jeffrey looked like he had things to straighten out with Dax as well.

"It didn't have to be this way, bro," Jeffrey commented as they looked each other in the eyes as if they were posing for a poster fight.

"You're not my bro. Bros don't leave each other when it's easy—"

"I didn't leave! Are you telling me I can't come see my family?!"

"We're your family!"

"They're my family too!"

"Psh! Just pick a side—"

"They're fucking blood, asshole!"

"I see how it is, suit yourself—"

"You could've been a great bro if you weren't running us like a cult!"

"I HAVE TO KEEP THINGS TOGETHER!"

"NOT LIKE THIS!"

"IT'S THE ONLY WAY!"

"NO, IT'S NOT!"

"THEN PROVE IT!"

"BRING IT ON!"

As the two came to blows, as much as I hate to say it, the excitement fucking died down when these two "brought" it like 15-year-olds in the back of a Whole Foods fighting for the first time in their lives.

I was so fucking confused because from the footage we saw earlier, they moved like they know a thing or two about fighting but it didn't long before I realized that the people in their group were having withdrawals faster than I thought.