Jerry's Cousin // Jack Brewer X OC

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||CLASH OF THE TITANS||

|CAMI

It's been a couple months since the whole Boo Stravaganza incident. I was cleared by the doctor a week ago, so Jack's been helping me train and bring my stamina back up. Anyway, me and Jack were watching from the benches as Eddie and Jerry stood on floating platforms with pugul sticks. They were gonna joust and me and Jack were gonna watch. "The joust is a highly specialized combat technique. It's all about control, balance, and grace," Rudy explained. Eddie slammed his pugul stick into Jerry's side making Jerry fall to his knees on the platform.

"I think Eddie's beating the grace out of Jerry," I laughed, watching the two boys fight. Well, more like, watching Eddie beat Jerry.

"Guys stop! Unlike Cami, I care about Jerry's health," Jack spoke as he broke the two apart.

"Hey hey hey. Put down your pugul stick," Rudy ordered.

"Forget that! I'm taking this thing on the bus with me," Eddie declined before hitting Jerry with the pugul stick again. As Eddie chased Jerry out of the dojo with the pugul stick, the Black Dragons' sensei, Ty, and Frank walked in.

"Rudy!" Ty shouted as he entered the dojo.

"Ty?" Rudy looked at him questioningly. "What are you doing here?"

"Was over at the nail salon getting a power pedicure. Which, by the way, is manly because it has the word power in it," Ty told us.

"So you're telling me because the word power is in something it makes it manly?" I asked.

"Yes," Ty confirmed.

"So girl power is manly?" I challenged, snickering slightly.

"Well, I- touché," Ty gave in. "Anyway, when I came out of the salon from my manly pedicure, I found this under my windshield wiper."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's the thing that goes back and forth on your car when it's raining. It's amazing," Frank explained.

"What's amazing is you're 19 and still in the 7th grade," Jack retorted.

"What's amazing is he actually made it to the 7th grade," I corrected.

"This is what I'm talking about," Ty continued, holding up a 'Free Lessons for the Bobby Wasabi Dojo' flyer. "Your Bobby Wasabi flyer was on my car!"

"What d'you expect? We were trying to drum up some business and your car happened to be on our turf," I snapped. Ty glared at me.

"This is a declaration of war, Rudy," Ty glowered.

"This isn't about flyers, Ty!" Rudy scoffed, taking the flyer out of Ty's hand. "It's about the feud that started between us 15 years ago."

"What you did to me was wrong!" Ty insisted.

"What is happening?" I whispered to Jack.

"I have no idea," Jack whispered back.

"But it doesn't matter. Because I'm still the best sensei in this town," Ty boasted. "You up...for a little joust?" Rudy slammed the flyer into Jack's chest.