To be honest you don't know what else you expected.
You jump to the left just as Garp bull rushed you. The Bulky pitbull whiffed, his inertia causing him to barrel right past you.
Getting a little overconfident, you swerve towards the dog's unprotected side in a boxers stance and give two successive liver punches. It causes him to release a slight growl but nothing else. He faces you slowly, but not intimidated by your smaller frame, he brings his beefy arms to his sides in a cocky "come at me pose". His Muzzle pulling back in a patronizing grin, showing off his terrifying teeth, and just daring you to hit him again. "Come on now little slut, hit me right here, right on the chin. Bet I won't even feel it!"
He doesn't think you can even hurt him with a freebie! What an absolute douchebag! He's like the very embodiment of a smug jackass. No wonder he was locked up. He has the type of face you can't help but want punch. And you about to do just that.
You load up a devastating uppercut, and let loose. Picturing him as a school bully or Dustin to call upon all the rage you could muster. closing your eyes, you let it rip. You feel it solidly connect his jaw, and excitedly look up...
Success! he seems a little dazed. Swaying a little back and forth, a glazed look in the beast's eye you press your advantage. You smash him on either side of his thick skull, cupping your hands and hitting his sensitive ears to prolong his confusion as much as possible with a loud *thwack*. You hear some whines and dejected "oo's" as some of the more auditorily gifted breeds feel a sharp sting of sympathy.
Garp falls to one knee, but not before landing a devastating falling blow to your left femur. Fuck. He hits like a truck. You are surprised your leg didnt snap right then and there! If he hit pretty much anywhere else he would have broken a bone. You can't let this guy get up. "Take this you asshole!". You start swaying your upper body in a figure 8 motion with your fists back up in a boxer's stance. Your hatred and spite getting concentrated in your modest biceps.
Someone from the crowd says "No! It cant possibly be!?!" as the sound of roaring jet engines inexplicably fills the room.
Garp has enough of a sense to lift his two cinder blocks of arms up in front of his face saying "Lucky shot kid, it aint going to happen again..."
But its too late....
"DEMPSEY ROOOOOLLL!!!!"
You use your body's momentum and go around his guard with a blazing left hook, twisting your frame to focus all of your weight into your first two knuckles. *CRACK* You follow through the figure 8 and load up your right fist. *CRACK*..... then your left *CRACK*. Right *CRACK*. Left *CRACK* Right *CRACK*.
The room looks on in awe at your extraordinary aggression. Seeing this minuscule human beat the shit out of this massive Pit Bull, your fists covered in blood and your eyes wide like a savage beast. Garp lets loose a few more wild flails. While underpowered and unfocused, he still scraps you up pretty bad with with his shear bulk. leaving scraps and bruises galore. You power through nevertheless, knowing they are only the death throws of a half cognizant brawler.
With a final left hook, the Pit beast is finally out cold. Slumping to his knee with his head limply hanging down. Lips swollen and cut and his right eye bruised blue from your final blow, blood dripping from his moist nose and maw. Yet funnily enough his cock is still as hard as ever.
Everyone is silent for a series of long extended moments. No one can believe what they just witnessed. Not even you. You cant feel your fists and your upper left leg is numb. All you are aware of is the burning in your lungs and the loud belabored breathing in your chest. You look up at the bright florescent light with your sweat covered face and crack a relieved smile.
The room erupts in cheers and howls. The dogs going ballistic. Big beefy alphas yelling and hyping each other up like a frat party watching the wining game. "Fuck yah!" "You fucking rule little dude!". Some of the smaller Omegas giggle and blush, giving you "see me later" eyes.
The white wolf silences everybody with a loud howl. He looks at you with a playful smile and lounges back casually into his thrown, his long legs hanging of the armrest. "I got to admit friend. I didn't think you would last a fucking second. Goes to show that I still gotta trust my gut on these things. I felt there was something special in you."
You turn to face the Wolf, still too focused on breathing to give a snarky reply, but you give him a toothy smile and a nod of the head. Your adrenaline is starting to wear off and you steadily begin to be aware of the sorry state of your body
"You know what, I dont think I even gave you my name" The wolf said "Think you at least deserve that for the show you put on for us" "It's Vaun, and you are now an honorary part of the pack."
You manage to squeeze out a single question "So *Hugh* What now?"
Vaun smoothly transitions to crossing his legs and leaning back into his chair "You tell me"