[ This time, it's the back of his head hitting the stall wall, but for some reason it's not all that painful. Almost as if he's used to continuous head trauma or something, how silly. ]

[ Anyway, once his opponent is down for the count, he'll be doing the mature, reasonable thing and planting his boot on the teen's shoulder with a feral grin. ]

Maybe later. [ shame, what shame. ] Right now you're gonna tell me what's your fucking deal. Someone's been harassing me all evening and wham, here you are. Thought it'd be funny?