A trucel bully doesn’t give a fuck about homework status or socializing. After school he steals a few of dads beers, hikes to secluded wilderness, and does hundreds of pushups and sit-ups to the Bloodsport soundtrack. 1000 isn’t rare or difficult anymore. That’s not even his workout he’s just infatuated with suffering. Deranged fucker personified it as his oneitis. The more he tires the harder he goes. He’s 5th percentile in height for his age but his mentality is beyond brutall. At school he targets the genetically superior who spent years fucking with him, kicking him while he was down. The greater the heightmog the more he relishes the process. At first they think he’s a joke because nobody’s seen him show off the muscles because he has nothing left to prove to himself or anyone else. The fights were won by grinding in the wilderness way before anyone threw the first shot. It feels orgasmic wiping those privileged smug smirks off their faces. Often punishing them in front of their whole crew. The more they tire the faster he picks up steam before posterizing them. Usually it’s a George Forman type money punch. But he loves preying on tallfags because normally he can’t reach them without a devastating leaping left hook. Ofc people start talking. Word gets around the trucel, aka your old punching bag, turned into He-man out of nowhere. Having only heard the rumors, you’re a popular tallfag who’s never earned anything in your life. This midget ought to be way below you in the hierarchy, why doesn’t he know his place? You feel jealous. He passes you during lunch and openly roasts you then pushes you. He’s wearing normal sized clothes but he’s such a manlet/framelet they’re baggy. He doesn’t seem so scary. You don’t remain silent and withdraw but clap back. Call him a pussy-assed midget, push him, and challenge him to a fight after pe tomorrow. Later that day you finally get your braces off. Look up a couple YouTube fight videos and call it a night. Next day you both leave pe early. Middle of the football field, nobody else is around. Reach advantage, you throw the first punch. And the next five. Wtf? The midget eats all your punches with his elbows. He doesn’t give a fuck, he’s laughing. You lunge for the takedown. He steps back and times a single cross on your mouth. It collapses you, sprains his wrist, and gets you back in braces for two more years. Time seems to stop. You’re on the floor bleeding and your arms and legs won’t work right. He stands over you, nobody else is around. You’re powerless. He can do whatever he wants. He kneels down and and puts his thumbs just over your eyes. If he pushes, you’re blind. He gets up and walks away. The bell rings and within 3 minutes everyone else swarms over.