The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey.
Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room
That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant.
"You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"
After hearing her offer, he doesn't say anything thing. Instead, he took of his mask and his sunglasses, reveal his handsome features and his beautiful red eyes.
She inhales sharply as you remove your mask, those red eyes meeting hers over the alley's dim lighting. Despite herself, a shiver runs down her spine at the sight of them; they remind her of something wild and untamed. A part of her wonders if she should be more afraid, but then again... this whole situation is turning her on. "Alright," she growls out, "let's see what you got." With that, she drops your collar and steps back with fists raised, eyes locked on yours.
The first punch comes fast and hard, aimed straight for your gut. But you were quick to react, sidestepping gracefully before throwing a counter jab of your own, catching her by surprise and rocking her head back. You press your advantage with a flurry of punches, taking control of the fight. Raven finds herself on the def
"You think you can take me on just because you are a stupid UFC champion?" His voice so felt deep and fearful to her like a demon was talking to her.
"Fuck you!" she snarls back, her voice harsh and full of rage as she attempts to regain control of the fight. Ignoring the pain radiating from her bruised ribs, Raven lunges forward with a savage uppercut aimed at your chin, intending to rock you on your heels and take back the lead. Her fingertips leave black-and-purple streaks in the air as she swings, determined to prove herself as the alpha female in this alley.
He gracefully dodged her uppercut by stepping back. He was dodging all of her attacks like it was a walk in the park for him.
Anger surges through her like lava flowing from a volcano. Raven narrows her eyes, shifting into a defensive stance as she searches for an opening in your defense. Her biceps bunch and flex with each jab she throws, the leather of her gloves making harsh popping sounds against the air. But it's useless; you dance around every punch, taunting her with your grace and agility. Desperate to end this fight before it escalates further, Raven lets out a blood-curdling roar and charges forward like an enraged beast, aiming a roundhouse kick at your head with enough force to snap your neck if it connects.
But, before she could hit him, he blocked the kick effortlessly by using the back of his hand.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as your palm meets her shin, stopping her kick dead in its tracks. The force of the impact echoes through her leg, sending a wave of pain up to her core. Furious and humiliated, she snarls and launches herself at you again, intent on making this exchange of fists into something more vicious than she's ever experienced before.
With lightning-fast reflexes, she ducks beneath your arm and aims a hook punch toward your ribcage, her shoulder muscles tense as steel cords ready to unleash a powerful blow that will knock the breath from your lungs and remind you just who's in charge here. Her fingertips sing with pain and adrenaline as they fly through the air towards their target, determined to reclaim her dominance and restore her shattered pride.
Before, she could successfully hit him, he grabbed her arm and slammed her into a wall.
The impact sends a jolt of pain through her entire body as she's thrown violently into the brick wall, her arm twisted at an unnatural angle. Her breath whooshes out of her lungs in a ragged gasp, leaving her momentarily dazed and off-balance. But even as she struggles to regain control of herself, fury burns bright within her chest like a second heart. With a snarl that echoes through the alley, Raven launches herself at you once more, disregarding any pain or weakness from before.
Her fists fly in a blur of leather and steel as she assaults your body with a relentless barrage of punches aimed at every vulnerable spot she can find: your ribs, your stomach, your face. She claws at you too, her long nails leaving bloody streaks across your back
Raven's assault seemed to have no effect on him at all as he kept dodging her attacks effortlessly and countering with his own. One of his punches caught her eye and made it swollen shut for a few moments, blinding her. She didn't care though, she was used to fight while injured before. But this demonic looking man...he was something else entirely. He charged towards her once again, aiming another powerful kick at her midsection.
The impact of his kick sends her flying backward with a grunt, the air rushing from her lungs in agony. Her body slams into the ground hard, scattering gravel and sand beneath her as pain shoots through every muscle and bone. Blood trickles down her swollen eye, stinging like hell as she struggles to catch her breath. Tears of frustration blur her vision, but they only serve to fuel her anger. With one final burst of energy, Raven lurches forward again, aiming a vicious headbutt at his gut in the hopes that this will finally end it and put him down for good.
Her hopes were successful, successfully headbutted him. But, it was unsuccessful, because, his body didn't move an Inch, but, your whole body vibrated because of the impact.
"Fuck!" she spits, clutching her bruised forehead as pain radiates outward from where her head collided with his stomach. Anger boils beneath the surface of her skin, threatening to erupt in a violent outburst if she doesn't find some way to break through his impenetrable defense soon. She narrows her eyes and takes a deep breath, steadying herself as best she can. Then, with renewed determination, Raven launches into another flurry of punches, kicks, and elbow strikes designed to overwhelm you and wear down your seemingly unbreakable resistance. Her movements are precise and powerful; each blow lands with the force of a sledgehammer, sending shockwaves through the alley. She growls and snarls as she fights, reveling in the violence that flows through her like blood.
When she stopped, she realised, not a single one of her attacks effected him.
A roar of frustration rips from her throat as she realizes that nothing she's done has even phased you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her muscles burning with exhaustion and exertion. Fury coursing through her veins, Raven grits her teeth and launches herself once more at your unyielding form, determined to find some weakness - any weakness - and exploit it until you're left broken and bleeding on the ground.
With a savage growl, she launches into an unrelenting flurry of punches and kicks aimed at your head, body, and legs in quick succession. Her strength wanes as her endurance begins to fade, but still she presses on, fueled by the bitter taste of defeat licking at the back of her throat. She digs deep, summoning reserves of energy
At last, one of your punches did hit him. But, instead of hurting him, that punch made him angry, and then, he kicked you in the gut, causing you to stumble backwards and hit your head on a metal post causing you to fall unconscious.
As the alley spins and blackness begins to consume her vision, Raven's last thought is of that stupid kick. She should have seen it coming; she was too focused on trying to hurt him, not dodge his blows. The taste of defeat is bitter on her tongue, like ash and bile mixed together. And as consciousness slips away, she vows that the next time they meet, she won't be so careless. She'll train harder, fight smarter... and this time, there will be no escape for him. The Reaper always comes back stronger, after all.
Her body goes limp, collapsing to the cold ground of the alley with a soft thud. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, but it's useless; she can feel her strength fading fast. Darkness swirls around her, and then... nothing.
After a long while, when she woke up, she found her self lying on a bed of a Luxury penthouse, and all of her bruises is an injures were treated. When she got up from the bed and started looking around, she saw a cloth stand with a jacket and mask hanging from it. When she approached it and looked closer, realised it was the same mask and jacket which the guy she was fighting against was wearing.
Her heart pounding in confusion and anger as she realizes her surroundings have changed drastically since the alley fight, all too familiar with the aftercare such a matchup entails. Fury boils up inside her chest as she sees the jacket and mask that belong to him hanging nearby; a bitter taste fills her mouth at the thought of how close they were... how he managed to overpower her so effortlessly. She balls her fists, trembling with rage as she vows vengeance against this enigmatic opponent who stole not only her victory but also left her questioning her own strengths and weaknesses. There will be another day, another chance for Raven to prove herself as the undisputed queen of the octagon...and this time, she'll make sure there is no escape from The Reaper.
After a while, he entered the bedroom. After seeing him without his mask, you were stunned by his handsomeness and his charismatic features.
Her breath hitches as he enters the room, taking in his handsome features and charismatic presence. She knows that this only fuels her anger further; not only did he beat her, but he's gorgeous too? It's almost enough to make her sick. She clenches her fists tighter, determined to make him pay for everything when they meet again. "You have some nerve showing your face around here," she growls through gritted teeth, "After what you did in that alley..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right combination of insults and threats to suit her anger.
You do realize that this is my penthouse, right?
"Yeah, well I thought we had an agreement," she snaps back, eyes narrowing as she studies his features even more closely. "Seems like you didn't honor it very well." Her voice is a low growl, betraying the intense frustration and desire for vengeance coursing through her veins. She steps closer, her muscles tense with barely contained aggression.
"Next time we fight, I won't be so easy to beat," she warns, pointing a shaky finger at him. "And trust me, there will be a next time." Her breath comes out in sharp bursts as she stares down the man who not only humiliated her but also made her question everything she thought she knew about herself and her abilities.
Is this how you are going thank me after I brought you to my penthouse and attend to your injuries to keep you safe.
"Keep me safe?" she echoes derisively, her voice laced with disbelief and contempt. "This isn't about you being some gallant hero, asshole." Her anger flares hotter at his suggestion that he's doing her any favors by letting her stay here under his roof. She takes another step closer, nearly chest-to-chest with him now. "I'm not your plaything or your pet project. The next time we fight, I'm going to rip you apart and leave you bloody on the ground." Her eyes flash dangerously in the dim light of the bedroom as she digs deeper, tapping into her bottomless well of aggression and determination. "And trust me," she whispers venomously, voice dripping with malice, "you won't forget it afterward."
You agreed that if I beat you, you will become my pet and do whatever I say.
The words hang heavy in the air, taunting her as much as they provoke her fury. She wants to tear him limb from limb right now for even suggesting such a thing, but she knows that would only further strengthen his position of power over her. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the tender flesh of her palms as she tries to contain herself. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth, "consider me your little plaything for now." She says each word slowly, forcing them past her lips with an effort that borders on physical pain. "But just remember, this doesn't change anything between us when we step back into the ring." A cruel smile spreads across her face as she continues, "And trust me, that day will come sooner rather than later."
Now shut the fuck up, and go to the dinner table at the living room. Because, I have food ready for you to eat.
Clamping her jaw shut tightly, Raven stifles the angry retort that's dying to escape her lips. With a sharp nod, she reluctantly turns on her heel and stalks out of the room, heading toward the sound of his voice echoing through the penthouse. "I'll just go eat then," she mutters under her breath as she strides purposefully through the hallway toward the living room, hands still clenched into fists at her sides. She knows that she needs to play along for now if she ever wants a chance to take him down, but it doesn't mean she has to like it or make it easy on him. As she reaches the dining table, she sits down with as much grace as she can muster and glares daggers at him across the room. "This is not over," she hisses venomously under her breath, letting the threat hang heavy in
Yeah, yeah, open the fucking windows, your ego is stinking up the place.
With a disdainful snort, she rolls her eyes and looks away, pretending to ignore his comment as she stares out the window instead. Her shoulders are tense and rigid with anger, but she manages to force a polite smile onto her lips as he serves their food. "This looks delicious," she says through gritted teeth, making sure each word is laced with enough false politeness to grate on his nerves. She knows that if she plays her cards right, she can use his own arrogance against him in their next confrontation. For now, though, she'll have to play the part of the submissive fighter while plotting her revenge.
You don't have to show fake politeness. I only want to hear straight forward answers.
"Fine," she says through pursed lips, deciding not to push it further. "When do you want to start this whole pet thing anyway?" She asks casually as she takes a bite of her food, watching him over the top of her plate with unblinking eyes. Her every muscle tenses in anticipation of his response, ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble.
"After we eat," he replies, his tone cool and collected as he continues eating himself. "And after you're done cleaning up here." He gestures dismissively at the dishes she has already started clearing away. His confidence only serves to further enrage her, but she holds back her anger with a painful effort that leaves her feeling almost spent.
I am generous person, so I will let you live your life however you want. But, I will sometimes pay you a visit.
Raven narrows her eyes at his mention of "paying her a visit," but says nothing more on the subject as she finishes clearing away their dishes. Her expression remains carefully neutral as she turns back to him, prepared for whatever he might have in store next. There's no telling how long this charade will go on or what kind of twisted games he'll have her play while they're at it, but one thing is certain: She'll be biding her time and honing her skills until the perfect opportunity to strike arises.