Nash had posted a drawn picture of Yellowman standing in front of a group of people as a car was hurled at them and the one comment that the post had garnered was far from complimentary.
Nash had created a blog for YellowMan and put posts there not because he was interested in gaining a fan base and following and making money, but so as to bring awareness of the greatness of YellowMan and his feats.
[Sleazypant: Bro what's with the yellow man worship, hell if you love him so much give him a better name, something cool to at least hide how lame he is.]
[Yellowman_number1: Yellowman is a cool name and you better put that in your brain, also don't dare call him lame, he's the greatest hero to ever exist]
[Sleazypant; No way, seeing the hero you idolize already makes me feel bad for you, but to know that you think of him as the greatest, bro you should go the hospital and get your head checked]
[Yellowman_number1: I don't expect a sleazy simpleton to understand greatness, I can only blame your mother for dropping you on the floor as a baby.]
[Sleazypant; hey, don't bring my mother into this.]
[Yellowman_number1: Well don't bring Yellowman into this either. If you can't respect him, then shut the fuck up and scroll past my post]
[Sleazypant; Damn, fuck you, if you don't want anyone talking bad about you precious useless hero, then you shouldn't be posting him online, worst off in a public space.]
[Yellowman_number1: I'll post him wherever I want and you better watch your mouth, who u are calling useless.]
[Sleazypant; Your yellow man of course, not only is his name lame, but his story also sucks. He's a dumb guy who doesn't know his limits. He thought too much of himself and died an incredibly dumb death.]
[Yellowman_number1: Hehe, it's people like you that bring down the average IQ of the human population, send me your location so I can come fix some screws in your head.]
[Sleazypant; Typical, just like your hero, you're all brawn and no brain. Your yellow man would have done better as a farmer or bodyguard, it's just unfortunate that he converted too much of his brain cells to muscles to even understand that.]
Nash clicked his lips at the latest reply and then he moved to delete the entire comment and the thread below it, but just before he could do that, a like on the sleazypant's last comment appeared and then another user commented.
[Superhot: Nice one Sleazypants you showed him, he's always on about his dumb hero and it's been getting on my nerves.]
[Sleazypant; You're welcome, just here to do the gracious work]
[Yellowman_number1: The both of you better take back those words or I'll be knocking on your doors this evening.]
[Superhot: Yeah right. I'm in Transdelvia, Region A, house number 203. Bring me some ice cream on your way over]
[[Sleazypant; Yeah. I'm in Brazel's, Mercury City, house number 23 on Arlong Street. Bring me pizza on your way over.]
Nash's lips bit his lips after seeing Superhot's boldness and then just before he deleted the entire comment thread, his eyes glinted.
Seemingly pushing the events of the chats to the back of his head, Nash switched off his computer and in the silence of his room finished his meal.
He quickly did his assignments after he was done and then after that took off his shirt revealing a ripped, muscles body and then without delay fell to the floor and began doing pushups.
Nash's workout session lasted for over 1 hour, and just as it was stretching into another 30 minutes his alarm rang.
With a grunt he finished his reps some seconds later, got into the shower and then was out the door with his bicycle, his eyes going to his watch.
"The manager was real angry at me last time for falling asleep at the counter, I can't afford to be late today and give him more reasons to fire me.
Nash rode real fast for more than ten minutes, a bead of sweat on his forehead when he finally brought his bicycle to a stop and rested against a tree.
To pass the time, he took out his phone and played a racing game, his eyes going to the white house just across the road from time to time.
Occasionally Nash checked his watch sighing as minutes went by and he still hadn't seen his target and then just when he was running out of time needing to rush to work, he saw the idiot that warranted him wasting his time today.
With his hands in his pocket and one of his ears blocked by an earpiece, a tall young man walked out of the white house Nash had been stalking, and then when the man had moved some distance from his house, Nash got on his bicycle and rode towards him.
"Hello excuse me" Nash called out waving the young man and having him turn and look at him.
Properly parking his bicycle, Nash walked up to the man and stretched out a hand, a bright innocent smile on his face.
With the young man being taller and bulkier than the slim Nash, how could he feel any sense of threat from him especially when Nash's young and beardless face told of his status as a teen.
Without much thought, the man stretched out his hand and shook Nash's hand and it didn't take long for the calm expression on his face to immediately turn serious, his body tensing up as he watched Nash who had gripped his hand more closely.
"I'm Yellowman_number1 you should be Sleazypants"
Surprise and shock flashed across the man's face but before he could mutter a word, Nash's grip on his hand tightened further.
As pain flashed through the man's eyes rather than be subdued by it, he sent out a left fist, but Nash was ready for this as his left hand shot out, punching his shoulder before the man's fist could connect with his face.
"Ahhh"
"Take back your words."
"Damn it, what are you 10. That was just playful banter we were having"
"I said take it back"
The man wanted to retort, but Nash tightening his grip on his hand had a crack sounding out and with a hiss the man quickly relented.
"Fine, Yellowman is awesome, are u satisfied."
'No, not yet. Take out your phone and comment it under my post."
The man looked at Nash like he was mad but after seeing his expression remain unchanged, he quickly did as he had been told.
"There it's done" the man groaned, "let me go"
Nash released the man's hand but then rather than run away he stood still, watching as the man preciously held his right hand.
"From now on, I expect you to comment good things under every Yellowman post I make, and if you don't, expect to see me soon. Any questions."
"Damn you man, you're mad, you really need to go to the hospital and get your head checked."
"Good, I'll be expecting to see your posts Sleazypants."
"Fuck you, I'm going to call the police and report your ass, " the man said taking several steps away from Nash ready to run if he came after him once more, but ignoring the man's threat Nash turned and walked back to his bicycle.
"Don't waste your time reporting me. I'm not an evolved so telling the police about them will only reveal to the world that you got your ass handed to you by a 17-year-old.
Remember I know where you live."