The Fight

As J Cole strode towards the exit, the air thickened with tension. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the dimly lit alley, amplifying the silence that surrounded him. Suddenly, a sinister laughter shattered the quietude.'Stop right there, boy!'.

The laughter sent a mini-shivers down J Cole's spine as four menacing figures emerged from a sleek black car. Clad in black attire, their muscles bulging beneath, each wielded a baseball bat, a stark contrast to J Cole's apparent nonchalance.

In that moment, The thug life in J Cole would have weighed his options and bailed the moment he was outnumbered… but now, The Thug Life in him had a backer, a system with a fountain of skills, knowledge and possibilities. And to J Cole, "what is life without tasting your possibilities"?

As the quartet of assailants closed in, their footsteps echoing like a drumbeat, J Cole's mind raced. The pulse of adrenaline resonated with his heartbeat, and a mental calculus of options unfolded.

These guys are obviously gang members,' he thought, eyes flicking to the baseball bats glinting in the dim light. 'But I've got something they don't see.' His clothing was fully an advanced bulletproof, customized specifically for him. With his enhanced body and the rigorous training he had undergone, he knew it was more than enough to settle this. The cool touch of the protective fabric against his skin reassured him.

Rugged man, their leader, took a step forward, eyeing J Cole with a mixture of curiosity and mock admiration.'So, you're the J Cole boy, huh? I must say, you've got balls made of steel,' Rugged man remarked, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Normally, I don't talk much. Maybe it's your face? How the hell were you once a thug when you're looking like this?'

Now J Cole couldn't be blamed for his new look. Thanks to his enhanced body, the war decorations of previous stab wounds, bullet wounds, torture wounds that had turned into scars and puberty pimples that once adorned him were all gone. His skin now boasted a flawless brown complexion, turning him into a brown-skinned pretty boy with a glittering pair of brown eyes. Dark brown hair framed his face, adding to the allure of his changed appearance. The transformation extended beyond the surface; his physique had reached perfection, demanding a double head turn from anyone who caught a glimpse.

J Cole was a bit confused, caught between the anticipation of a fight and the possibility of a conversation. He stood there, amused, as the able-bodied men awaited his response.

'Hmm, it's called being handsome, stupid ass,' J Cole replied with a nonchalant grin. Instantly, their eyes enlarged, almost to the verge of popping out. The audacity of the slaughter lamb daring to counter left them in disbelief. Rugged man, in particular, seethed with fury.

'Get him!!' Rugged man commanded, his anger fueling the order. 'Tie him up and beat the handsomeness outta him.'

As they lunged forward, J Cole's mind raced. They think they've cornered an easy target,' a wry smile playing on his lips.'Time to dance,' he thought, bracing himself for the impending clash.

Everything was going well for the villains, Rugged man feeling confident as he watched his men pounce on J Cole... but then a moment of 'expectation vs reality' happened.

J Cole, seemingly cornered, immediately got into position. His feet were shoulder-width apart, with one foot slightly in front of the other. His lead foot was flat on the floor, heel of his back foot raised slightly off the ground, ready to pivot. Fists raised above chin height, he adopted the stance of a trained pugilist. The focus in his eyes spoke volumes.

The villains, oblivious to the finesse of J Cole's stance, were hell-bent on bashing him with their baseball bats. However, 'expectation vs reality' came into play.

As the first swing came at him, J Cole's trained reflexes took over. A swift pivot, a well-timed block, and suddenly, the playing field shifted. Jcole maintained the right distance from his opponents with his exquisite footwork while ducking and weaving through their blows and bat swings.

Just like a certified boxer, Jcole had the tolerance to wait patiently for the right moment to deliver a devastating blow, while blocking and parrying away their advances…. Then suddenly, "a chance!!"

Jcole's 19-year-old frame moved with a calculated grace as the first muscular opponent lunged forward. He effortlessly swayed to the side, avoiding the punch with a subtle twist of his torso. Seizing the opportunity, he retaliated with a lightning-fast jab, striking the opponent's jaw with precision. The impact reverberated through the dimly lit parking lot.

Since it was his first time flexing his muscles he decided on a minimal impact just to test his strength.

As the remaining three opponents closed in, Jcole smoothly transitioned into a defensive stance, his feet dancing on the asphalt. His keen eyes tracked their movements, predicting their attacks. When the second opponent swung a wide hook, Jcole expertly slipped underneath, delivering a powerful body shot that forced the air from his adversary's lungs.

The leader Ruggedman, growing frustrated, charged forward with a series of powerful kicks. Jcole responded with a quick footwork shuffle, evading the kicks and countering with a rapid combination of hooks and uppercuts. His fists moved like a blur, each strike connecting with surgical precision.

Feeling the momentum, Jcole showcased his boxing finesse with a well-executed bob and weave. The third opponent attempted a grapple, but Jcole smoothly ducked under the extended arms and retaliated with a devastating uppercut, sending the man staggering backward.

As the leader regrouped for a final stand, Jcole assessed the situation.

I guess its time to end this, JCole muttered.

JCole didn't give them a chance to catch their breath and strategize he was done with the warmups, he needed to end the fight now and find out who had the balls to threaten his life. He lunched himself with the soul of his feet into the group of three and before they could swing their bats, a devastating jab was delivered to the first muscled man.

Bam!!