Elijah had just been thrown in the rec yard. He couldn't help himself. "You got much practice falling down and bleeding?"

The guard couldn't help but laugh and say no.  "You will before I leave here." Elijah said a defiance that couldn't be match. Elijah got up and walked around. He couldn't help but pissed about how he got there. That was story for another time.

Elijah was pissed, he wanted a fight. He needed a way to get the energy out. It wasn't long before he came across the ideal candidate to hit. Elijah saw a man picking or bullying some dude on a bench. He couldn't help himself. Elijah deviled a Superman Punch. 

Elijah calmly walked up to the guy and shouted "GUMMA GUMMA, MY DICK, BITCH!" Elijah lifted his knee before slamming it back and throwing his fist forward. His fist landed cleaning on his opponents jaw. His fist traveled past the mans jaw and he felt his right most knuckle break. 

The man went down on the ground. He was out cold. As Elijah collected himself, he shock his hand a few times before speaking out loud. "Can I get another volunteer please! I'm that type guy would fuck a man in ass and not have the decency to give a man a reach around." Elijah's vice was angry and as full as rage as he himself was.