[mikami]

ZiM glared at Dib. Dib glared at ZiM. In a flash, ZiM was on the hot blacktop, staring at Dib and the grey sky. His head hurt badly, but he wanted to fight. He loved the rush.
ZiM grinned and slashed at Dib. Classmates chanted for who they chose. "Hah, I wouldn't bet for Dib!" ZiM called, while Dib clawed at his eye. Blue liquid flowed from his eye which closed out of a pain overload. ZiM knew too much about fighting from his harsh training on Irk. He could stand a lot of pain.
ZiM knew now he would finally win something. Dib used to win it all, always get the upper hand. Now the tables were turned and ZiM was going to win. "What's wrong, ZiM? Scared again?" ZiM growled. "I'm not running from you anymore. You're gonna lose this fight, Dib-stink."
ZiM grinned. This was fun to him - he loved to fight and to get damaged like this, because he knew the victory would be so much sweeter. The hot pavement was burning the back of his head, but he didn't care. For all he cared, it pumped more meaning into this grapple.
ZiM recalled when Dib and him would ACTUALLY get along. He remembered how Dib said he cared, then turned his back and joined the pops. ZiM was now fighting even harder, just to repay all of the bullying Dib and his comrades had put off on him. The Irken felt the scratches, the bruises, the bitemarks... He felt them all, and that was fuel to the fire.
They fought harder while ZiM yelled how he would have this victory. He felt the adrenaline, the hatred, the rage all flood into his veins.
ZiM growled as they all yelled for Dib to beat him down. ZiM slashed at Dib, knowing this was so very petty. But that's just it. He couldn't stand pettiness. ZiM's claws raked down DIb's face, and Dib punched ZiM. ZiM let out a wet cough, and then... WHAM. He shot his arm out and smacked Dib square in the nose, knocking him to the floor. He walked off, turning around and said, "This battle isn't the only thing I'll win. I'll win everything, filthy Dib-stink.." The Irken grinned, grinned because he would finally exact his sweet, sweet vengeance. Plotting time.