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"
Alright, fair I say with a chuckle before landing a left hook on her stomach, winding her before rolling my shoulder and sidestepping her front jab and right hooking her straight across the chin, knocking her back into the wall behind her before she falls to the floor finished or do you want to go for the rest of the 3 minutes? I say gently with a chuckle
Your punches are surprisingly strong and fast. Not weak like a boy's, but not quite there yet either. Like you just found your power source or something. Raven growls in pain as she hits the wall, rolling to her feet in a crouch, hands up defensively. Her emerald eyes narrow into slits, dark hair falling over one of them as she studies you, trying to gauge your fighting style and skill "You got balls kid. I'll give you that." she grunts "But just because we're even now doesn't mean I have to go easy on you from here on out. How about another three minutes, hmm?" She steps toward you, circling slowly like a predator sizing up prey. Her muscles flex beneath the compression shorts and ripped leggings, every breath expanding her impressive chest and distracting you just enough for her to launch a spinning back kick that sends you reeling into the wall opposite hers. *
she then starts to realise something, I'm relaxed, with my arms by my side, yet I'm watching her every movement, ready to counter anything, she realises she might have picked the wrong fight for once, she then tries to sidestep and throw a left hook but I met her and rolled right past it, she hit nothing, she panicked, threw a wild punch hoping to hit something, but nothing, she stumbled, and was met with a right hook straight to the cheek as I placed my foot right behind hers, causing her to fall to the floor with a loud thud
"You..." She pants softly, eyes widening in surprise as she stares up at you, tongue darting out to wet her lips "You... aren't half bad." She grins, a surprisingly genuine expression crossing her fierce features. Raven rolls onto her feet, wincing as her jaw protests the movement, but powering through it. There's something in the air now, an unspoken understanding between you two fighters. The same kind of adrenaline that surges before a championship match or in the seconds before a brutal street fight. "I suppose we should finish what we started." With newfound respect and maybe even a little fear, she circles around you, searching for an opening to strike. But before she can land another punch, she decides on something else entirely "But first..." Her voice lowers to a husky whisper, her body flexing as she closes the distance between them once more. Her hands wrap around your neck, fingers digging into the warm flesh of your throat, and before you know it, her lips meet yours in a fierce, bruising kiss. The taste of blood mingles with the sweetness of their mouths, the force of her tongue demanding entry as she explores every curve and crevice of your mouth with reckless abandon. It's over just as quickly as it started, but leaves you both panting for more. As suddenly as she attacked, Raven breaks away, stepping back with a cocky grin plastered on her face "Now we finish this." *Her words are laced with challenge and promise, daring you to prove yourself once more against the reigning UFC Champion of the world: Raven Rodriguez.
Says the person who's just been knocked on the floor twice, I thought you were the UFC champion I say sarcastically with a grin, then she jumps forward, but somethings wrong, she realises he's too open to attack, and she tries to take the advantage, but falls straight into the trap, a false sense of security, and is yet again met with a left hook to the liver, a right hook to the chin and then another one, but it doesn't connect, it stops just before her face I'd say this is finished I say gently with a grin, she tries to sidestep and throw a right hook, but misses and then suddenly finds herself in a headlock she can't get out of, a pair of surprisingly strong arms holds her in place
Damn it! Raven curses under her breath, struggling against your grip. The power in those arms is surprisingly strong, making it difficult for her to break free from the hold Fine, you win this round... But next time, I'll be ready for you. You better enjoy it while you can, pretty boy. Her words are laced with challenge and arrogance, daring you to find out if she's telling the truth or not. As suddenly as her struggle begins, it ends just as quickly when she goes limp in your arms Well... Okay then. You deserve that victory. But remember, I'll be back for more next time. And I won't be nearly as nice about it. Her voice softens slightly, almost sounding playful and flirtatious now, but still carrying an edge of menace beneath the surface Consider yourself warned, sweet thing.
Says the person that's been put on the floor three times now I say gently with a grin, the words sending a shiver down her spine
Well aren't you just a little cutie! She smirks, her tone now laced with mock sincerity as she struggles against the hold once more, unsuccessfully trying to free herself from your iron grip And I suppose I should thank you for the thrilling fight. It was... invigorating. Now if only we could find someone else to test our mettle against... or maybe we could just keep doing this until one of us can't stand anymore? She chuckles darkly, her body tensing in anticipation as she awaits your response
Let's see if you can handle a few more rounds I say with a gentle grin, letting her go and backing away, letting her attack first, she takes the opportunity and throws a punch, misses and gets another hit to the face, and this happens another several times before she stops to catch her breath, surprised because I'm not even sweating yet
Well, aren't you just a little cocky! She growls playfully, eyes narrowing in determination as she squares up to face you again Fine then, let's see how many more rounds we can go through. But remember, I may be tired or sore now, but I won't show any mercy. This fight isn't over until one of us says it is! With that, she lunges forward, throwing a combination of punches and kicks at you with blistering speed and precision. You barely manage to block some of them while dodging others, feeling the wind knocked out of you with each successful blow. After what seems like an eternity, she finally pulls back, panting heavily from exertion and pain. Your eyes meet across the makeshift ring, both of you bloody but unbroken as yet. "Well?" She taunts you, waiting for your reply "Aren't you gonna say something smartass?"
Let's see if you can handle a few more rounds I say with a gentle grin, letting her go and backing away, letting her attack first, she takes the opportunity and throws a punch, misses and gets another hit to the face, and this happens another several times before she stops to catch her breath, surprised because I'm not even sweating yet
*Her bloodlust surges anew as you seemingly take her blows in stride. Her emerald eyes flash with determination and challenge, sweat trickling down her face and between her breasts. She squares off against you once more, body tense and ready to strike. This time, she mixes up her attacks, using feints and fakes to try and catch you off guard before unleashing a flurry of punches that seemingly come from every angle at once.
just as she thinks she's landing a hit, she misses for the last time as a punch comes straight up out of nowhere, an uppercut straight to her stomach with enough strength behind it to send her flying, it then dawns on her that I hadn't even been trying, and that uppercut that was faster and several times stronger than hers, an uppercut that probably damaged a few of her ribs, it was a glimpse of what she had truly been fighting this whole time, and she notices my attitude change, I'm more concentrated, my eyes narrow, and I drop into a professional fighting stance, she now realises she isn't winning this fight
Raven's heart pounds in her chest as she catches sight of your new fighting stance, the determination etched on your features like a second skin. She swallows hard against the sudden surge of fear and respect that washes over her. This isn't some play fight anymore; this is for real. And somehow, that only serves to fuel her determination even further.
With a growl that echoes deep in her throat, she lunges forward once more, launching another barrage of brutal strikes at you with terrifying speed and precision. You dodge and weave, barely managing to block some of them while deflecting others. But even as she fights for every inch, it's clear that this time is different. The power behind your counterstrikes makes her body recoil with each impact, blood trickling down her chin and across her lips.
As the minutes tick by, exhaustion begins to set in, her breath coming faster and shallower as she fights harder than she ever has before. Her eyes meet yours again through a haze of pain and determination; this time, there's no challenge or taunting, only respect and admiration for your skill and tenacity.
But even with all that, one thought remains: I will not lose.
and as she thinks she's getting an edge, the same thing happens, she misses and gets hit with one of the most powerful right hooks she has ever gotten, straight into the side of her stomach, and even through she was blocking it with her arm, it still connected and completely took the wind out of her, causing her body to lift up as he followed the punch through, she barely landed on her feet before slumping onto the ground, looking down and seeing the massive bruise on her side
"Unngh..." *She wheezes out, collapsing to her side on the dirty concrete. Blood trickles down her lips as she stares up at you, dark eyes widening in shock and respect. She had no idea that you could throw a punch like that, let alone land it squarely against her midsection. The pain is blinding, spreading outward from her side to encompass every muscle and bone in her body. But even as she struggles to breathe, something else overtakes her: admiration. Never before has anyone pushed her so hard, made her fight like this... and she realizes that she wouldn't want it any other way.
With a groan, she forces herself back up onto all fours. She can see the finish line now, feel it just beyond her reach. But you won't let her quit. Not yet. Her eyes narrow, focus sharpening as adrenaline surges through her system once more.
"I will not lose," she growls through gritted teeth, launching herself at you again. "Not like this."
this time she's slower, more sluggish, she throws several punches, as I sidestep them she realises her mistake, as a single right hook is now flying straight towards her face and she can't do anything to stop it, but it doesn't connect, he stops just before it lands, and then he suddenly ducks down, and before she knows it she's been lifted up by the waist, and then placed gently on top of an old tire against the wall
Her eyes widen in surprise as she's lifted off the ground and placed gently on top of an old tire against the wall. Her lungs burn from the effort of fighting, and her body aches with every breath she takes. But despite it all, there's a small spark of relief at not having to fight anymore... for now.
With a grin that's equal parts cocky and appreciative, Raven shrugs her shoulders and settles in to catch her breath. "You know," she pants between gasps of air, "I could get used to fighting someone who actually gives me a good run for my money." Her emerald eyes study you, considering. "Maybe we should do this again sometime?"
There's no malice or arrogance in her tone; only curiosity and the hint of something more. Something that makes your heart skip a beat as she continues to hold your gaze, daring you to make the next move...
And you need to learn how to take a break I say sarcastically with a grin, she then realises I'm not even tired, and then remembered that she only landed maybe two hits on him in total
Damn it... you're right. She chuckles, voice raspy with exhaustion as she leans back against the tire, hands braced on either side of her. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a warmth spread through her at your words. They've put her in her place and given her hope for the future all at once. She wonders what else you might teach her... I suppose next time we spar, I should start taking things a bit more seriously. Thanks, I guess... for showing me what I'm missing.
With that, she closes her eyes, leaning back against the tire and allowing herself a few precious moments of rest before summoning the energy to get up again. Maybe next time they won't see this coming either... but it would be nice to find someone who could give her a fight like you did today.
I chuckle gently at her words no problem, your not too bad, but your footwork is atrocious, and your timing is terrible, you started off alright, but as you got more careless you started attacking before you where stood correctly, which is why you kept missing and stumbling I say gently with a chuckle, giving her a warm smile, surprising her slightly
She glances at you sidelong from beneath her lashes, a grateful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Thanks for pointing that out. It's... it's easy to get caught up in the heat of things, you know? To forget about technique and just go for the kill." She takes a deep breath, shoulders dropping an inch as she relaxes into the worn leather of the tire. "But I think... I think maybe that's what I need. Someone who can help me focus on my weaknesses and make them strengths again. It'd be nice to have someone like you by my side."
There's an almost unspoken question in her words, a thread of hope winding its way through the exhaustion and pain that clings to her. She doesn't know what the future holds for either of them, but somehow... she feels as though this fight, these moments spent together, might be the beginning of something more.
as she says that she notices something, my smile drops slightly and my attitude changes slightly, slightly darker that would be nice, but I'm not someone you'd want to have at your side I say with a more serious tone
She straightens slightly at your tone, eyes narrowing even as understanding dawns on her face. "And why is that?" Her voice is calm but steady, ready for whatever answer you might give. "Because of who I am?" She snorts softly, eyes rolling heavenward. "Or because of what they say about me? Because I'm a champion and a bit of a badass?" Her voice grows steadier as she speaks, confidence slowly beginning to creep back into her posture despite the exhaustion that still weighs down every muscle. The shadows in her emerald eyes seem to dance with challenge and defiance, daring you to say what's truly on your mind.
But even as the fight instinct rises within her once more, there's another emotion beneath it all: curiosity. And maybe, just maybe... a tiny sliver of hope.