"Give me the fucking guitar Brad, I'm not gonna ask again!"
>Your yell echo's through the empty gymnasium as you reach for the neck his the guitar, but Brad pulls it away before you can touch it
>"No Anon! I already told you my dad gave this to me and-"
"I don't fucking care! It's either you give it to me, or that cute little photo album of your bitch's upskirts I know you have will be paraded through the entire school!"
>A shock of surprise crossed his face as you poke his chest with your thick, calloused fingers
>"I- uh, what-"
>Oh fuck you got him now
"Yeah, you should probably keep a lock on your phone if you have that kinda shit on it, honestly that's pretty fuckin' retarded of you."
>Without a response, you pace around him with your arms behind your back
"It really bugs me though man, ain't she yours? She don't put out enough so you gotta sneak a shot whenever you get the chance? That's pretty fuckin pathetic bro, but I mean, if you want some help with that all you gotta do is ask buddy!"
>And now for the stinger...
"Heh, I mean, for a dork she's got a pretty nice ass. I wouldn't mind cracking that shit open you know, hell I liked it so much I just had to keep a souvenir!"
>Pulling out your phone, you press a button to display the main page and shove it in his face
>Brads face immediately changes from one of shock to pure anger
>You just can't help but appreciate how that Twilight chicks ass fits so perfectly on your screen
>Shit nearly brings a tear to your eye
>But before you can get emotional, it seems that Brad wasn't sharing the same feelings you had as he shoves you away
>"Fuck you Anon! I'm so sick of your shit! Hraa!"
>Man, why are all these dick heads so slow?
>You read his left arm a mile away and narrowly bob your head to avoid his punch
>Yeah, get punched in the head enough and eventually you learn that it's not fun, so you avoid it when you can
>But luckily all those years of wrestling has paid off
>Punishing the whiff, you jab Brad right in the stomach hard, causing him to bend over and groan in pain
>Using this opportunity you rush him and slip yourself to his back, then you wrap your arms around his waist tightly
>Just like you practiced
>Get the arch, take the back, arms around the waist, and...
>LIFT!
>Suddenly Brad is taken to the air and over your head as you back arch suplex him onto the hard linoleum floor
>Fuck, lucky nobody was in here or else they woulda thought you just killed him what with how loud that impact was
>Unfortunately it just seemed to rock his world a little bit
>You climb on top of his limp body and give him a few slaps to the face
"Hey hey! We ain't done yet, now I'm gonna give you a deal here bro just cuz I'm feeling extra goddamn nice today."
>You grab him by the collar and bring his head closer to your face which causes him to cringe and look away
"Now, I take the guitar and go about my merry fucking way, or you keep being a stubborn shithead and spend the rest of lunch in here with me, now which one will it be? I suggest you choose very fucking wisely here friend cuz they got Frito pie in today and that's my fucking shit!"
>You bring him closer to your face and stare daggers through his skull
"And booooy if I don't get some of that pie I swear I'll beat the every loving fuck out of whatever kept me from it!"
>Wow he looks like he's about to cry, jeez what a faggot
>"Ugghh... just, just take it man! Take it and get the hell outa here!"
>Hm, bout time he came around
"Alright alright now was that really so hard little Bradley? You got a good head on your shoulders there, would be a shame if something happened to it."
>Finally, you lift yourself off Brad and straighten out your shirt. He just had to make this harder than it shouldn't have been didn't he?
>Fuck it, you got what you wanted so you're done here
>After grabbing the guitar, you start to take your leave
>But not before...
"Hey Brad?"
>Hesitantly, Brad raises his head to meet your eyes
>But all he sees is you charging him and delivering a swift kick to his stomach
"Don't you EVER tell me what I can and can't do."
>You are Anon
>And you like to say you're a nice guy
>But for some odd reason, you've been labelled as Canterlot High's primary big bad wolf
>A bully, if you will.
>It's just too bad for these little pigs that you're tough enough to knock down their brick walls
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>Later after a long day of being you and terrorizing other students at school, you were finally home and able to relax
>Luckily your mom wasn't home to bitch and moan at you to turn your music down, so you had all the space to play with your new toy
>Unfortunately your room doesn't have a lot of space, but you guess living in a larger than normal closet will do that to ya
>Taking the guitar off your back, you hook it up to your amp/TV stand and brush off some rust with a few chord practices
>It's a good thing you actually know what you're doing with this or else you'd feel like a total jackass for stealing it from Brad
>Or you coulda just sold it, but after you "accidentally" smashed your guitar after busting a hard ass solo you knew it was time for a replacement
"Alright, let's see if still got it..."
>Fuck this will be some finger practice, but it's worth it
>For the ladies...
>Popping a CD into your old CD player, you lower the volume just enough to hear your playing over the song
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqNbnZGm7JU
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