LET'S GO–FIGHT
The instant JJ and AD lunged at one another, the rematch exploded. There was no cautious feeling-out period. No testing each other's strength. These were two wily veterans who knew one another far too well—and disliked each other far too much for that. They crashed together in the middle of the mat, each immediately fighting for control.
JJ's height and reach gave him opportunities from the outside, while the shorter, heavier AD kept forcing his way inside. Punches, kicks and hard slaps went back and forth between bursts of wrestling. Every time AD appeared to gain an advantage, JJ found a reversal. Every time JJ seemed to take command, AD somehow fought his way back.
And neither man ever stopped talking. “Come on, old man!” AD barked. “You're the old man!” JJ fired back as they collided again. They fought across virtually every foot of the twenty-by-twenty mat. One moment they were standing toe-to-toe exchanging blows; the next they were tangled together on the floor, each desperately trying to establish top position. There was nothing graceful about it.
It was stubborn, exhausting combat between two men determined that this time the other guy was going to lose. Twenty minutes became thirty. Then forty-five. Their pace finally began betraying their ages. Both were breathing heavily. Their bodies were battered and bruised, with minor cuts from the prolonged fight. Yet whenever one man slowed, the other found enough energy to attack again. At one point JJ finally caught AD in a controlling hold. For the first time all night, JJ thought he had him.
“GIVE UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
AD struggled underneath him.
JJ tightened his position.
“Come on! SAY IT!”
Suddenly AD shifted his weight, found an opening and reversed the position.
“TO YOU? NEVER, YOU OLD MARICÓN!”
JJ's expression changed instantly.
“Oh, you're gonna regret that.”
They were at it again.
Another scramble. Another reversal. Another furious exchange. It became almost ridiculous—two exhausted rivals somehow finding another reserve of energy simply because neither could tolerate the thought of watching the other celebrate. An hour passed. Still they fought. Finally, their bodies made the decision their pride wouldn't. JJ rolled onto his back, chest rising and falling heavily. Several feet away, AD collapsed onto his side before eventually sitting upright. JJ slowly did the same. They were bruised, exhausted and slightly bloodied. Neither had submitted. Neither had been decisively beaten. For perhaps a minute, the basement was completely silent except for their breathing. JJ eventually looked across the mat. AD was already staring at him.
Neither smiled. Neither offered a handshake. JJ shook his head in disbelief.
“Unbelievable.”
AD wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Yeah.”
Another silence.
JJ looked at him suspiciously. “YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.”
AD gave him a tired smirk.
“DON'T SAY IT.”
JJ leaned backward on his hands.
FUCK THIS SHIT! JJ YELLED TOWARDS AD.
After more than an hour of fighting—after the punches, slaps, kicks, holds, reversals, insults and countless moments when each had been within inches of victory—they had accomplished exactly what neither man wanted. Nothing had been settled. Maybe somewhere beneath all that hostility there was a tiny bit of respect between the two veteran fighters. But neither JJ nor AD was about to admit it. They simply sat on opposite sides of the battered mat and glared at each other. Two rivals. Two exhausted fighters. No winner. And, almost certainly, unfinished business.
Saturday night had finally arrived. At exactly 8:00, AD walked through the neighborhood toward JJ’s house with a deliberate stride. Neither man had forgotten their confrontation in the mall parking lot—or the challenge that followed. JJ had given him simple instructions: “I’ll leave the door open. Just come in. I’ll be waiting in the basement.” AD reached the house, pushed through the unlocked door and stepped inside. He didn't call out. He knew exactly where he was going. His footsteps sounded heavily against the basement stairs as he descended. At the bottom, AD stopped. There was JJ. The basement had been transformed into a private wrestling room, dominated by a custom 20-by-20-foot pebble-gray mat edged in red. JJ stood shirtless on the opposite side, arms folded across his chest, already dressed for the contest in black MMA-style fight shorts with red accents. JJ stared across the mat. "You showed up!” he said cockily. AD gave him a hard look. “Sure. I said I’d be here.” He paused, then added, “I’m not afraid of you, asshole.” JJ's expression tightened into a grin. “Good.”
There wasn't much more to say.
AD changed into his sapphire-blue wrestling trunks with gold trim. When he returned to the mat, the joking attitude was gone.
Both men had been preparing for this.JJ knew it. AD knew it. Ever since their previous encounter, each had suspected another confrontation was inevitable. They had trained separately, neither knowing exactly when the opportunity would come. Now JJ stood at 6'1", 210 pounds, while the shorter, stockier AD carried 215 pounds on his 5'10" frame. Different builds. Different approaches.
One longstanding rivalry.
JJ unfolded his arms and stepped onto the center of the mat. AD approached from the opposite side. Neither man looked away.
They stopped face-to-face in the center circle, close enough that neither had to raise his voice. Their expressions said far more than another exchange of insults could. JJ looked down slightly at his shorter rival. AD raised his chin and stared straight back.
The basement became completely quiet. Months of arguments, neighborhood confrontations, insults and challenges had brought them here. There was no crowd and no referee—just two longtime rivals who had agreed to settle their unfinished competition on the mat.
JJ finally extended his hands slightly and lowered his stance. AD immediately did the same.“Ready?” JJ asked. AD's eyes remained locked on his. “I've been ready.” For another second, neither moved. Then both men stepped forward simultaneously.as they lunged into each other.
THE REMATCH IS HAPPENING!
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and JJ was finishing up some shopping when a familiar-looking automobile caught his attention. It was parked several rows away, not far from his own car. JJ stopped and stared at it for a moment. *No way. *Instead of leaving, he climbed into his car and decided to wait. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Finally, JJ spotted the person he'd suspected all along—his neighborhood nemesis, AD, walking across the parking lot toward the car. JJ couldn't resist. He stepped out just as AD reached for the driver's door.
“**Hey, loser!**” JJ shouted across the row.
AD whipped his head around. The instant he recognized JJ, a familiar smirk crossed his face.
“**What is it, asshole?**”
JJ walked closer.
Their last encounter hadn't settled anything. If anything, their rivalry had gotten worse. Whenever they crossed paths around the neighborhood, there was another sarcastic remark, another insult, another stare that lasted a little too long. Neither man seemed capable of simply letting it go. JJ stopped several feet away.
“**You realize we have unfinished business?**”
AD rolled his eyes. “**Not this shit again!**”
JJ grinned. “**What—you afraid?**”
“**Of you?**” AD laughed. “**Don't make me laugh!**”
That was exactly the answer JJ wanted.
“Family’s out of town next weekend,” JJ said. “**Rematch? You and me. My basement mat room.**”
The amusement disappeared from AD's face. Now he looked interested.
For several seconds, the two neighborhood rivals simply stared at one another.
“**Let's do it.**” AD replied.
JJ nodded. “**Saturday. Eight P.M.**”
AD opened his car door but kept his eyes fixed on JJ.
“I'll be there!” AD exclimated!
“Good.”
AD climbed behind the wheel while JJ headed back toward his own car. Neither man had thrown a punch or even touched the other, but somehow the confrontation felt like the opening round had already begun. After months of more insults, arguments, and unfinished business, there would be no parking-lot audience next Saturday. Just JJ. AD. And a basement fight room.
Unfinished Business
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and JJ was finishing up some shopping when a familiar-looking automobile caught his attention. It was parked several rows away, not far from his own car. JJ stopped and stared at it for a moment. No way! Instead of leaving, he climbed into his car and decided to wait. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Finally, JJ spotted the person he'd suspected all along—his neighborhood nemesis, AD, walking across the parking lot toward the car. JJ couldn't resist. He stepped out just as AD reached for the driver's door. “Hey, loser!” JJ shouted across the row.
AD whipped his head around. The instant he recognized JJ, a familiar smirk crossed his face.
“What is it, asshole?”
JJ walked closer.
Their last encounter hadn't settled anything. If anything, their rivalry had gotten worse. Whenever they crossed paths around the neighborhood, there was another sarcastic remark, another insult, another stare that lasted a little too long. Neither man seemed capable of simply letting it go.
JJ stopped several feet away.
“You realize we have unfinished business?”
AD rolled his eyes. “Not this shit again!”
JJ grinned. “What—you afraid?”
“Of you?” AD laughed. “Don't make me laugh!”
That was exactly the answer JJ wanted.
“Family’s out of town next weekend,” JJ said. “Rematch. You and me. My basement mat room.”
The amusement disappeared from AD's face. Now he looked interested.
For several seconds, the two rivals simply stared at one another.
“Let's do it.” AD gladly replied.
JJ nodded. “Saturday. Eight P.M.”
AD opened his car door but kept his eyes fixed on JJ.
“I'll be there.” AD exclimated!
“Good.”
AD climbed behind the wheel while JJ headed back toward his own car. Neither man had thrown a punch or even touched the other, but somehow the confrontation felt like the opening round had already begun. After months of insults, arguments, and unfinished business, there would be no parking-lot audience next Saturday. Just JJ. AD. And a basement wrestling mat.
For years, JJ and AD had been the neighbors everybody knew were better off staying on opposite sides of the fence. It started with their sons. One afternoon, shouting erupted in the street and quickly turned into a scuffle between the two boys. JJ and AD came charging from their houses and separated them before things got serious. A couple of glancing punches had landed, but nobody was hurt. The boys got over it. Their fathers didn't.
Then came the parking dispute. JJ accused AD of deliberately taking the space in front of his house. AD told him the street belonged to everybody. A few weeks later it was noise. Music too loud. Yard equipment too early. Words exchanged from across the property line.
Before long, practically anything one man did irritated the other. JJ would see AD and shake his head. AD would catch JJ staring and mutter something under his breath. It became an ongoing neighborhood cold war. Until one afternoon, it finally boiled over. Both men were working in their backyards when JJ spotted AD through the fence.
"Hey, Ass Hole”!
AD looked over.
JJ : “Yeah You”! As he walked toward the fence. "I'm tired of your shit."
AD didn't hesitate. "Fuck off”!
JJ froze. "What'd you say?"
AD: "You heard me Shit Head”!
JJ's expression changed instantly.
"Say that to my face."
AD slowly walked over toward the fence.
"Better yet," JJ growled, "let's settle this."
AD laughed.: "Aww, what're you gonna do? Come over here and beat me up?"
JJ motioned him closer. "Come here."
Still smirking, AD approached until the two longtime rivals were separated by little more than the fence.
AD: "You want something?"
JJ lowered his voice. "I wanted to make sure nobody else heard this. Meet me this evening. That field by the park."
AD's smile slowly disappeared.
JJ: "We'll settle this like men, asshole."
For several seconds they stared at each other.
Then AD's grin returned. "I'll be there."
WELCOME TO FIST CITY
That evening there were no sons around. No wives. No neighbors standing on porches.
No audience to impress. Just JJ and AD facing one another on the open field with years of resentment between them. They established their rules quickly. Man to man. Hand to hand. No weapons. And neither man would quit until he couldn't continue.
JJ raised his fists. "So here we are."
AD brought his hands up. "Yeah. Here we are."
Then they went at it. Years of arguments exploded into one exhausting confrontation. JJ came forward aggressively, forcing AD backward before AD recovered and answered with his own attack. They grappled, separated, circled and came together again. Neither could dominate the other for long. Minutes passed. Then twenty. Then thirty. Whatever anger had brought them there was gradually replaced by exhaustion. Their movements slowed. Their breathing became heavy. Clothes were dirty and disheveled. Both men were bruised and aching, yet sheer stubbornness kept bringing them back toward one another.
At nearly forty-five minutes, JJ stumbled backward and somehow remained standing.
AD tried to advance but stopped after several steps, bent forward and put his hands on his knees. JJ looked across the field at him. "You done?" AD slowly straightened. "You?"
Neither answered. They stood there battered, bruised and completely spent, each waiting for the other to make one final move. Neither did. Finally JJ lowered his fists. AD did the same. "Draw?" AD muttered. JJ wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Tonight."
AD managed a tired laugh. "Tonight."They turned and started walking toward opposite ends of the field. Nothing had been settled. Nobody had surrendered.
And tomorrow morning they would once again be JJ and AD—the two feuding neighbors on opposite sides of the same fence. But now there was something else between them.
Both knew exactly what the other man was made of. And both knew Fist City would surely demand a rematch!
¡Muchas gracias por tu entusiasmo por el cuento de JJ y AD! Me alegra muchísimo saber que disfrutaste la rivalidad entre estos dos padres y vecinos. También quiero agradecerte sinceramente por tus amable palabras sobre el autor. Significa mucho saber que el cuento te entretuvo y que apreciaste la manera en que fue escrita. ¡Gracias de verdad por leerla, disfrutarla y compartir comentarios tan positivos!
MatureAlphaDadNJ (8)
9/06/2026 5:49 PMLET'S GO–FIGHT
The instant JJ and AD lunged at one another, the rematch exploded. There was no cautious feeling-out period. No testing each other's strength. These were two wily veterans who knew one another far too well—and disliked each other far too much for that. They crashed together in the middle of the mat, each immediately fighting for control.
JJ's height and reach gave him opportunities from the outside, while the shorter, heavier AD kept forcing his way inside. Punches, kicks and hard slaps went back and forth between bursts of wrestling. Every time AD appeared to gain an advantage, JJ found a reversal. Every time JJ seemed to take command, AD somehow fought his way back.
And neither man ever stopped talking. “Come on, old man!” AD barked. “You're the old man!” JJ fired back as they collided again. They fought across virtually every foot of the twenty-by-twenty mat. One moment they were standing toe-to-toe exchanging blows; the next they were tangled together on the floor, each desperately trying to establish top position. There was nothing graceful about it.
It was stubborn, exhausting combat between two men determined that this time the other guy was going to lose. Twenty minutes became thirty. Then forty-five. Their pace finally began betraying their ages. Both were breathing heavily. Their bodies were battered and bruised, with minor cuts from the prolonged fight. Yet whenever one man slowed, the other found enough energy to attack again. At one point JJ finally caught AD in a controlling hold. For the first time all night, JJ thought he had him.
“GIVE UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
AD struggled underneath him.
JJ tightened his position.
“Come on! SAY IT!”
Suddenly AD shifted his weight, found an opening and reversed the position.
“TO YOU? NEVER, YOU OLD MARICÓN!”
JJ's expression changed instantly.
“Oh, you're gonna regret that.”
They were at it again.
Another scramble. Another reversal. Another furious exchange. It became almost ridiculous—two exhausted rivals somehow finding another reserve of energy simply because neither could tolerate the thought of watching the other celebrate. An hour passed. Still they fought. Finally, their bodies made the decision their pride wouldn't. JJ rolled onto his back, chest rising and falling heavily. Several feet away, AD collapsed onto his side before eventually sitting upright. JJ slowly did the same. They were bruised, exhausted and slightly bloodied. Neither had submitted. Neither had been decisively beaten. For perhaps a minute, the basement was completely silent except for their breathing. JJ eventually looked across the mat. AD was already staring at him.
Neither smiled. Neither offered a handshake. JJ shook his head in disbelief.
“Unbelievable.”
AD wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Yeah.”
Another silence.
JJ looked at him suspiciously. “YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.”
AD gave him a tired smirk.
“DON'T SAY IT.”
JJ leaned backward on his hands.
FUCK THIS SHIT! JJ YELLED TOWARDS AD.
After more than an hour of fighting—after the punches, slaps, kicks, holds, reversals, insults and countless moments when each had been within inches of victory—they had accomplished exactly what neither man wanted. Nothing had been settled. Maybe somewhere beneath all that hostility there was a tiny bit of respect between the two veteran fighters. But neither JJ nor AD was about to admit it. They simply sat on opposite sides of the battered mat and glared at each other. Two rivals. Two exhausted fighters. No winner. And, almost certainly, unfinished business.
observador (3)
9/06/2026 9:42 PM(In reply to this)
Another extraordinary pair of stories with magnificent photos; you never cease to impress me with your talent.
MatureAlphaDadNJ (8)
9/06/2026 3:18 PMSATURDAY NIGHT– THE REMATCH
Saturday night had finally arrived. At exactly 8:00, AD walked through the neighborhood toward JJ’s house with a deliberate stride. Neither man had forgotten their confrontation in the mall parking lot—or the challenge that followed. JJ had given him simple instructions: “I’ll leave the door open. Just come in. I’ll be waiting in the basement.” AD reached the house, pushed through the unlocked door and stepped inside. He didn't call out. He knew exactly where he was going. His footsteps sounded heavily against the basement stairs as he descended. At the bottom, AD stopped. There was JJ. The basement had been transformed into a private wrestling room, dominated by a custom 20-by-20-foot pebble-gray mat edged in red. JJ stood shirtless on the opposite side, arms folded across his chest, already dressed for the contest in black MMA-style fight shorts with red accents. JJ stared across the mat. "You showed up!” he said cockily. AD gave him a hard look. “Sure. I said I’d be here.” He paused, then added, “I’m not afraid of you, asshole.” JJ's expression tightened into a grin. “Good.”
There wasn't much more to say.
AD changed into his sapphire-blue wrestling trunks with gold trim. When he returned to the mat, the joking attitude was gone.
Both men had been preparing for this.JJ knew it. AD knew it. Ever since their previous encounter, each had suspected another confrontation was inevitable. They had trained separately, neither knowing exactly when the opportunity would come. Now JJ stood at 6'1", 210 pounds, while the shorter, stockier AD carried 215 pounds on his 5'10" frame. Different builds. Different approaches.
One longstanding rivalry.
JJ unfolded his arms and stepped onto the center of the mat. AD approached from the opposite side. Neither man looked away.
They stopped face-to-face in the center circle, close enough that neither had to raise his voice. Their expressions said far more than another exchange of insults could. JJ looked down slightly at his shorter rival. AD raised his chin and stared straight back.
The basement became completely quiet. Months of arguments, neighborhood confrontations, insults and challenges had brought them here. There was no crowd and no referee—just two longtime rivals who had agreed to settle their unfinished competition on the mat.
JJ finally extended his hands slightly and lowered his stance. AD immediately did the same.“Ready?” JJ asked. AD's eyes remained locked on his. “I've been ready.” For another second, neither moved. Then both men stepped forward simultaneously.as they lunged into each other.
THE REMATCH IS HAPPENING!
SeattleFight (621)
9/03/2026 4:41 PMThese are great!! Can’t wait for Saturday night at 8 pm!
Mature NYC (19)
9/03/2026 3:56 PMSuper hot. Great pic. Looking forward to the rematch.
MatureAlphaDadNJ (8)
9/02/2026 8:33 PMUnfinished Business
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and JJ was finishing up some shopping when a familiar-looking automobile caught his attention. It was parked several rows away, not far from his own car. JJ stopped and stared at it for a moment. *No way. *Instead of leaving, he climbed into his car and decided to wait. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Finally, JJ spotted the person he'd suspected all along—his neighborhood nemesis, AD, walking across the parking lot toward the car. JJ couldn't resist. He stepped out just as AD reached for the driver's door.
“**Hey, loser!**” JJ shouted across the row.
AD whipped his head around. The instant he recognized JJ, a familiar smirk crossed his face.
“**What is it, asshole?**”
JJ walked closer.
Their last encounter hadn't settled anything. If anything, their rivalry had gotten worse. Whenever they crossed paths around the neighborhood, there was another sarcastic remark, another insult, another stare that lasted a little too long. Neither man seemed capable of simply letting it go. JJ stopped several feet away.
“**You realize we have unfinished business?**”
AD rolled his eyes. “**Not this shit again!**”
JJ grinned. “**What—you afraid?**”
“**Of you?**” AD laughed. “**Don't make me laugh!**”
That was exactly the answer JJ wanted.
“Family’s out of town next weekend,” JJ said. “**Rematch? You and me. My basement mat room.**”
The amusement disappeared from AD's face. Now he looked interested.
For several seconds, the two neighborhood rivals simply stared at one another.
“**Let's do it.**” AD replied.
JJ nodded. “**Saturday. Eight P.M.**”
AD opened his car door but kept his eyes fixed on JJ.
“I'll be there!” AD exclimated!
“Good.”
AD climbed behind the wheel while JJ headed back toward his own car. Neither man had thrown a punch or even touched the other, but somehow the confrontation felt like the opening round had already begun. After months of more insults, arguments, and unfinished business, there would be no parking-lot audience next Saturday. Just JJ. AD. And a basement fight room.
The rematch was set!
NYC123 (219 )
9/04/2026 4:55 PM(In reply to this)
Isn't this the mall in Woodland Hills, CA?
MatureAlphaDadNJ (8)
9/05/2026 7:30 PM(In reply to this)
this is supposed to be a generic mall parking lot created by AI.
observador (3)
9/03/2026 8:41 AM(In reply to this)
An excellent second part! I'm eager to find out what happens next because I'm sure it's going to be great. The photos are also magnificent.
MatureAlphaDadNJ (8)
9/02/2026 8:24 PMUnfinished Business
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and JJ was finishing up some shopping when a familiar-looking automobile caught his attention. It was parked several rows away, not far from his own car. JJ stopped and stared at it for a moment. No way! Instead of leaving, he climbed into his car and decided to wait. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Finally, JJ spotted the person he'd suspected all along—his neighborhood nemesis, AD, walking across the parking lot toward the car. JJ couldn't resist. He stepped out just as AD reached for the driver's door. “Hey, loser!” JJ shouted across the row.
AD whipped his head around. The instant he recognized JJ, a familiar smirk crossed his face.
“What is it, asshole?”
JJ walked closer.
Their last encounter hadn't settled anything. If anything, their rivalry had gotten worse. Whenever they crossed paths around the neighborhood, there was another sarcastic remark, another insult, another stare that lasted a little too long. Neither man seemed capable of simply letting it go.
JJ stopped several feet away.
“You realize we have unfinished business?”
AD rolled his eyes. “Not this shit again!”
JJ grinned. “What—you afraid?”
“Of you?” AD laughed. “Don't make me laugh!”
That was exactly the answer JJ wanted.
“Family’s out of town next weekend,” JJ said. “Rematch. You and me. My basement mat room.”
The amusement disappeared from AD's face. Now he looked interested.
For several seconds, the two rivals simply stared at one another.
“Let's do it.” AD gladly replied.
JJ nodded. “Saturday. Eight P.M.”
AD opened his car door but kept his eyes fixed on JJ.
“I'll be there.” AD exclimated!
“Good.”
AD climbed behind the wheel while JJ headed back toward his own car. Neither man had thrown a punch or even touched the other, but somehow the confrontation felt like the opening round had already begun. After months of insults, arguments, and unfinished business, there would be no parking-lot audience next Saturday. Just JJ. AD. And a basement wrestling mat.
The rematch was set.
MatureAlphaDadNJ (8)
8/31/2026 10:08 PMFor years, JJ and AD had been the neighbors everybody knew were better off staying on opposite sides of the fence. It started with their sons. One afternoon, shouting erupted in the street and quickly turned into a scuffle between the two boys. JJ and AD came charging from their houses and separated them before things got serious. A couple of glancing punches had landed, but nobody was hurt. The boys got over it. Their fathers didn't.
Then came the parking dispute. JJ accused AD of deliberately taking the space in front of his house. AD told him the street belonged to everybody. A few weeks later it was noise. Music too loud. Yard equipment too early. Words exchanged from across the property line.
Before long, practically anything one man did irritated the other. JJ would see AD and shake his head. AD would catch JJ staring and mutter something under his breath. It became an ongoing neighborhood cold war. Until one afternoon, it finally boiled over. Both men were working in their backyards when JJ spotted AD through the fence.
"Hey, Ass Hole”!
AD looked over.
JJ : “Yeah You”! As he walked toward the fence. "I'm tired of your shit."
AD didn't hesitate. "Fuck off”!
JJ froze. "What'd you say?"
AD: "You heard me Shit Head”!
JJ's expression changed instantly.
"Say that to my face."
AD slowly walked over toward the fence.
"Better yet," JJ growled, "let's settle this."
AD laughed.: "Aww, what're you gonna do? Come over here and beat me up?"
JJ motioned him closer. "Come here."
Still smirking, AD approached until the two longtime rivals were separated by little more than the fence.
AD: "You want something?"
JJ lowered his voice. "I wanted to make sure nobody else heard this. Meet me this evening. That field by the park."
AD's smile slowly disappeared.
JJ: "We'll settle this like men, asshole."
For several seconds they stared at each other.
Then AD's grin returned. "I'll be there."
WELCOME TO FIST CITY
That evening there were no sons around. No wives. No neighbors standing on porches.
No audience to impress. Just JJ and AD facing one another on the open field with years of resentment between them. They established their rules quickly. Man to man. Hand to hand. No weapons. And neither man would quit until he couldn't continue.
JJ raised his fists. "So here we are."
AD brought his hands up. "Yeah. Here we are."
Then they went at it. Years of arguments exploded into one exhausting confrontation. JJ came forward aggressively, forcing AD backward before AD recovered and answered with his own attack. They grappled, separated, circled and came together again. Neither could dominate the other for long. Minutes passed. Then twenty. Then thirty. Whatever anger had brought them there was gradually replaced by exhaustion. Their movements slowed. Their breathing became heavy. Clothes were dirty and disheveled. Both men were bruised and aching, yet sheer stubbornness kept bringing them back toward one another.
At nearly forty-five minutes, JJ stumbled backward and somehow remained standing.
AD tried to advance but stopped after several steps, bent forward and put his hands on his knees. JJ looked across the field at him. "You done?" AD slowly straightened. "You?"
Neither answered. They stood there battered, bruised and completely spent, each waiting for the other to make one final move. Neither did. Finally JJ lowered his fists. AD did the same. "Draw?" AD muttered. JJ wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Tonight."
AD managed a tired laugh. "Tonight."They turned and started walking toward opposite ends of the field. Nothing had been settled. Nobody had surrendered.
And tomorrow morning they would once again be JJ and AD—the two feuding neighbors on opposite sides of the same fence. But now there was something else between them.
Both knew exactly what the other man was made of. And both knew Fist City would surely demand a rematch!
observador (3)
9/01/2026 9:08 AM(In reply to this)
Excellent story, the kind of stories I love. You're a very talented writer. I hope you write a sequel. I loved the photo.
MatureAlphaDadNJ (8)
9/01/2026 11:45 AM(In reply to this)
¡Muchas gracias por tu entusiasmo por el cuento de JJ y AD! Me alegra muchísimo saber que disfrutaste la rivalidad entre estos dos padres y vecinos. También quiero agradecerte sinceramente por tus amable palabras sobre el autor. Significa mucho saber que el cuento te entretuvo y que apreciaste la manera en que fue escrita. ¡Gracias de verdad por leerla, disfrutarla y compartir comentarios tan positivos!