Well, first there are a few things you need to know about me before we get into the story proper. First and for most, I don't like telling stories in the first person, so I will be narrating this from the third person. Secondly, the names and some of the places of telling information has been changed to protect myself and others, since this story is as true as I can recall (and some that was told to me by others) I'd rather not have folks showing up with something to prove.

     Now a little about myself, at the time of this story I was abaout 18 years old. I was (and still am) 6' 2" tall and weighed 185 lbs. (I've added a few pounds since then.) I had just graduated from high school and had managed, through religiously working out 2.5 hours a day 4 days a week, to bring my little 150 pound body up to an incredibly solid 185. How solid you ask? At 185 lbs I could bench somewhere in the are of 450 lbs. I'm not absolutely certain on that because the gym at the school only had 400 lbs in weights. I could do all of it several times. The funny thing about it is I didn't look like I could do that unless I flexed. LOL! Call it genetics. My brothers, my dad, and I all look like we work out 2 or 3 times a week. I can't speak for them but I know I haven't seen the inside of a gym for several years. I had been working out all through high school and unless someone actually saw me without my shirt on or something I still looked pretty much the same as I always had. Even though I had added 35 lbs of muscle. Go figure. I suppose that might be why the guys in this story acted the way they did. I looked about half the size of any of them and there were several.

     Now why, you migh ask, would 1 guy take on several guys, most of whom look much bigger than he is? The answer to that question is this: I saw a friend in need, and nobody messes with my friends when I have anything to say about it. Nobody. There is also the small fact that I have never been beaten in a fight. Never? That's right never. I only have one qualifier for that. I do not count any fights with my siblings in that statement. When you fight with your siblings nobody wins, no matter who is still standing when its all said and done.

     I have been a student of the martial arts since I was able to keep my balance on my own. Mostly self-taught, I hadn't set foot in a dojo as a student till about 5 years ago. From my earliest memories I remember my brothers coming up to me and thumping me on the head and saying, "Let's go spar, Runt!" (That by the way is the only way that I will refer to myself until the point in the story where my handle is given to me. And how, you ask again, does a 6' 2", 185 lb black man get the nickname "Runt"? My, aren't you just full of questions today! Long story that we just don't have time for here. Suffice it to say that my family was absolutely positive that I would never break 5'.)

Now, along with almost daily sparring with my brothers who were bigger, stronger, and faster than me for approximately 12 years, add into that somewhere in the area of 400 fights, about 50 of those were underground paid fights. I got out of that because it was supposed to be body to body only, the last paid fight I was in the guy thought that his body included a knife. I broke his arm, my manager broke his legs, but that was after I told him I wasn't fighting anymore. Anyway, I'd rather not talk about that period of my life if you don't mind.

So, anyway, on with the story. Hope you enjoy it. If you don't, oh well, that's life, this is part of mine.

"What's up, Runt?" Jade smiled as she walked up and punched him in the shoulder, "Ow! What have you got in there? Concrete?"

"Hey Jade," Runt smiled, "Just me, kiddo, just me. I didn't think I was going to see you while I was in town. Your brother said you were in Colorado."

"Yeah, I just got back last night," Jade flipped her long black hair back over her shoulder, " I was wondering if you were going to Louis's party tonight."

Runt looked Jade over. She was a petite girl, just under 5 feet tall and maybe weighing 100 lbs soaking wet. She had vaguely oriental features, but couldn't tell you which, as she was adopted and didn't know herself. She was very pretty and Runt was definitely attracted to her. He knew he couldn't do anything with her though, she was already taken, though she'd made it fairly clear that she wouldn't mind a small affair with him. Runt's philosophy was treat every woman like you would want someone to treat your girlfriend or wife. He would never want someone to be cheating on him, so he would not be the instrument of someone else's cheating.

"You gonna be there?" he asked as he noticed her noticing him checking her out.

"I will if you are," she winked at him, "Willy still isn't back from his uncle's place."

"I'll be there," he nodded, "If only to keep you out of trouble."

"See ya later then," she smiled and winked at him, then turned with a wave and trotted on down the street.

Several hours later Runt stepped up to the front door of a large house at the end of a cul de sac. Loud techno music blared out several of the open windows. The beat throbbed in the air quickening his pulse and making him bob his head in time. Opening the door he stepped inside and began to look for people he knew.

"Dan!" Runt yelled to be heard over the music, "You seen Louis?"

Following the pointed finger he soon located his host. Louis was in the kitchen the only relatively quiet place downstairs in the house. Louis was supervising the beer keg assembly and only glanced at him and grinned.

"Hey Runt, where's Tech?" Louis was Runt's older brother Tech's friend, "Don't tell me he's not coming."

"He might be around later," Runt shrugged, "He and his girl were… occupied when I left. It may take them awhile."

"Damn, that boy is a fiend," he laughed as he drew off a cup and held it out, "You want first draft?"

"Hell no," Runt grimmaced, "I don't see how you drink that stuff, dude."

"You get used to the taste," he shrugged and drained the cup.

"Ugh," Runt shuddered, "Why would you want to?"

"It's cheap and, eventually, will get you drunk," Louis shrugged.

"Runt doesn't get drunk," came a sexy voice from behind them, "He's a good boy."

Turning around their jaws nearly fell off of their faces. Jade stood before them in a red micro mini. Runt started salivating thinking of all the positions he'd like to get her in. She looked him in the eye and waggled her eyebrows at him. Runt knew she was trying to wear him down before Willy got back. If it had been merely a matter of desire, she would have had him long ago, but Runt answered to a higher power. His conscience.

"Thanks, sweety," she smiled a smile meant to ignite a man's passions as she took the proffered cup of beer from Louis, then she sauntered out of the room.

"I can't believe you ain't tappin' that," Louis looked at him in awe, "You're not human, dude."

"Yeah," Runt grunted, adjusting himself, "So they keep telling me."

The party had been going strong for several hours and was starting to slow down a little. Not that it was anywhere near to ending, just easing up a bit on the intensity. Runt had been in circulation laughing and hanging out with friends he hadn't seen in a while when he saw Jade out in the middle of the room where everyone was dancing. She was entrancing. Her compact little body gyrating around flashing him a look at her panties every now and again.

"This girl is going to drive me insane," he muttered to himself.

There were several people dancing around her and as the song that was playing came to an end two of the guys dancing close to her approached. Being the friendly person she was greeted them with a smile. The smile soon faded though and she brushed past them. Turning with her one of the guys grabbed her arm as the music started once again. Pulling her in between them they began to grind against her small frame. Runt was a mere three feet from them when he saw that they had her dress up around her waist while each held onto one of her wrists.

Grabbing the nearest wrist Runt pulled twisted and shoved. The one behind Jade went sprawling onto the floor. Stepping in close behind her he pulled her in close to his body while placing the palm of his hand on her other assailants chest. An inch punch sat him on his ass in the middle of the dance floor.

"Find Tech!" Runt shouted over the music, at her nodded he gave her a light push toward the edge of the dance floor.

The two he'd put on the floor were back up again, and they had friends, 7 of them. Runt began to tremble slightly. The first danger sign. Watching them approach and move to circle him Runt took a deep centering breath and let it go, his body beginning to sway to the music.

They rushed forward and as always happened with Runt the world slowed down around him. Runt's right foot shot out, connecting with a knee, as his hands grabbed shirts and pulling mightily launched the two he'd grabbed behind him while throwing himself forward to connect forehead to nose with the assailant directly in front of him. Retracting his foot from its completed assignment of taking out a knee, Runt reassigned it the task of kick the guy in front of him in the groin, which it did twice. Ducking quickly saved him from the haymaker aimed at his head from behind. Rolling to the side he came to his feet continuing his falling momentum and rolled over backwards hauling another attacker with him to be tossed into the wall.

As he was scrambling to his feet he took two punches to the chest that nearly set him back down but he just laughed them off. Danger sign number two. Almost everyone who knew Runt knew that there were only three danger signs before he lost it. Trembling, laughing, and the last was growling. Two down, one to go.

Runt grabbed the next punch thrown by the wrist and locking the elbow introduced the owner face first to the door jam. This put three down, two broken noses and a knee that was not holding weight. That was when Runt saw the bat. He began to growl. If it wasn't bad enough that the had attacked him nine to one, to bring weapons into it was just too far.

Up to this point Runt had been fighting defensively. A reasonable tactic when fighting superior numbers, Runt was through being reasonable, however. His sudden rush forward surprised his attackers, grabbing the closest guy and hauling the suddenly terrified bully over his head threw him with considerable force and a growl of rage into the one holding the bat. As they tumbled to the ground Runt took two steps and jumped, he landed with his knees on both of them. Picking the bat up from the floor he stood and swung as if he was in the world series. The bat connected with a dull crunch on the upper arm of the guy that was rushing him. He screamed as he stumbled to the side. Runt's foot connected with the side of his head and he stumbled on to impact with another scream into the stereo stopping the music with a crash. There were now only three terrified bullies left well five if the two on the floor could manage to untangle themselves and stand. Four or five swings with the bat cured them of any thoughts in that direction.

Walking forward purposefully Runt fully intended to wreak more damage upon the remnants of the group that had attacked him when a heavy hand dropped on his shoulder. Grabbing the hand quickly, Runt twisted it of his shoulder and spinning planted a kick in the assailants chest. Whirling the bat around he stopped less than a foot from his brothers head.

"Nice kick," Tech grunted without flinching, "We gotta break. Louis says the cops are on the way. We're clear but it'd be better if we weren't here."

Runt dropped the bat with a growl and followed his brother out of the house.

"Runt, couldn't you have taken those guys outside?" Louis asked the next day, "My stereo is trashed."

"Yeah, it looks like the military razed his living room," Jade laughed, "You're a razer now, Runt."

"Jade I'm not happy with you right now," Louis grumped, "What were you trying to prove out there anyway?"

"A girl likes to be noticed every now and then," she pouted.

"Willy notices you all the time," Runt reminded her, "Sorry about the stereo, Louis."

"Forget it," he sighed, "we agreed to drop the charges provided they pay for a new stereo."

"Cool," Runt nodded, "well its about time for me to jet. Keep in touch, Jade."

"Only if you're actually going to touch me," she stuck her toungue out at him, "I can't have you razing all our friends houses just to get your attention."

"Jade all you would need to do to get a chance with me is to break it off with Willy," Runt commented.

"I'm not quite ready to burn that bridge yet," she shook her head, "Besides that, you're leaving again. I'm afraid you'll raze my heart by leaving me up here."

"What's with all this 'raze' stuff all of a sudden," Runt looked at her curiously.

"You're my own personal Razer," she smiled sadly, "Next time I need something destroyed I'll look you up."

Runt gave her a hug and left. Knowing that the next time he saw her any chance of being with her would be gone. About a year and a half later, Runt was back in his home town. Once again at a party with his brother. They were just hanging out with some friends when Runt noticed Jade making her way toward him with a guy in tow.

"Hey Jade," he smiled and gave her a hug.

"Hey Runt, this is my husband, Joe," Jade looked genuinely happy, "Joe, this is my friend, Runt."

"Hey, you're the one they call Razer, right?" Joe asked curiously.

"Yes," Razer nodded, "I guess I am."

Well there you have it everyone. The true story of how I got my handle. I hope you enjoyed this peek into my life. I think it was good for me to put it down somewhere. Hopefully I'll have something else posted soon. Thanks for reading.