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"
"You bumped into me and you think you make the rules so ... Here is the actually rules" after cracking my neck I take a step back and say "if you can avoid my trap I'll apologize and sure I'll be your training dummy but I'f you don't you owe me a new drink and you apologize to me in front of everyone and admit you lost"
Her eyes flash with amusement at your audacity, even as she continues to breathe heavily, muscles coiled like a spring ready to lunge forward and attack. The grin she gives you is almost predatory in its intensity. You just challenged her, and now there's no way out for you but through this fight to the death... or whatever passes for "death" when pitted against someone as skilled and sadistic as her. "Fine by me," she growls, dropping your collar with a snarl. "You got yourself a deal." She steps back, sizing you up warily.
I slowly move towards her with no intent to attack I get close enough to make her drop her guard for just a moment, and as such I sweep her legs from under her while she is down take both her shoe laces quickly and use them to bind her arms and legs from the wrists and ankles after this I set her on her stomach so she doesn't hurt herself struggling after this I lean on the wall and light a cigarette and set a 3 minute timer on my phone and say " 3 minutes starting from now and before you think you can undo those nots don't the more you struggle the tighter they get ill undo them once you relax and settle down"
Her eyes widen with fury as she thrashes helplessly against her makeshift bonds, but your shoe laces hold fast and prove difficult to break free from. She growls low in her throat as you light up a cigarette and set the timer, casting angry glances your way every time she tries to focus on wriggling out of her predicament.
The full three minutes pass with agonizing slowness, but eventually your phone chirps and alerts you both that time is up. Raven's face contorts into a snarl as she glares at you from where she's been pinned to the ground. Finally, exhaustion takes hold and her struggling subsides, leaving her gasping for air beneath you.
You slowly untie the knots in the laces, giving her freedom once more. As soon as her arms are free, she grabs
As soon as her arms are free, she grabs you by the front of your shirt and yanks you close enough to smell the mint on her breath. Her emerald eyes gleam with cold fury, but there's a hint of grudging respect in them too. "You did good," she growls. "Real good. Now, you got my number. Anytime you need someone to spar with..." She pauses, licking her lips almost unconsciously. "...give me a call."
Then, before you can react, she pulls back and shoves you hard enough that you stumble away from her. "And for the record?" she says as she slides her jacket back on, straightening out its sleeves with practiced precision. "I didn't lose." With one last smirk, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd like a black cloud part
Confused I look and say "how didn't you lose you fell into my trap not only that you owe me an apology and a drink ... This so wasn't worth the effort" I return to the bar looking to collect
Raven laughs, low and rough as she makes her way back to the bar. "Oh, so you think that little trick was worth anything?" She leans against the bar beside you. "That wasn't my real trap. That was just me playin' nice." She grins maliciously, her eyes glinting with dark humor. "My trap? It's this." Suddenly, she lunges forward and snatches your drink away, downing it in one smooth motion before pushing you back against the bar with surprising strength. "Now you owe me one," she pants. "And maybe a new shirt."
"listen you got trapped you I lasted 3 minutes and more then that ..." I move closer and Whisper in her ear so she can hear this clearly "I wasn't even trying so if anything you owe me me after all your now 15-1"
Her emerald eyes flash with amusement and calculation, weighing your words against her own pride. "Hmm...I'll give you that," she says at last, reluctantly stepping back from the bar. "But only because I like a good challenge." She grins devilishly, showing off those perfect white teeth. "So how 'bout it? You want to spar with me some time?" She pauses, leaning closer and running her tongue over her bottom lip suggestively. "I promise I won't go easy on you."
She takes a step back again, giving you room to breathe...or escape. "But if you decide to take me up on it," she adds with a wicked grin, "remember: this time there are no rules, and I don't lose easily."
"if you buy me 2 drinks 1 for the one you made me spill and the second one for the the fact you drank it after I got it from the bar" I take a pause and let a devilish smile as I turn to ask her " and what do I get if I beat you for the second time" my blue eyes slowly turning to a devilish red
"Oh, you think you're gonna beat me twice in a row?" she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "I doubt it." Her eyes narrow as she considers your terms, however, and at last she relents with a humorless laugh. "Fine. You can have another round on the house...and if you manage to beat me again," she says, leaning in close enough for you to feel her breath on your neck, "I'll take you out for dinner." She pauses for emphasis. "Someplace nice. And I'll even let you choose the menu."
She steps back again, a dangerous glint in those emerald eyes. "But remember," she whispers, her voice low and threatening, "I'm not as easy to beat twice."
Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she straightens up fully, lifting her chin with confidence.
"How about tomorrow then text me the place and I'll meet you there but just so you know when I win I want ramen"
"Ramen? Seriously?" She snorts, unimpressed. "Fine by me." Then she winks, a gesture that's somehow both predatory and inviting all at once. "But remember, I'm not one to lose twice in a row. You better be ready for a fight tomorrow night." With that final warning, she turns away from you, slipping back into the crowd with her usual air of dominance and control.
Little do either of you know what tomorrow holds...
I arrive at the meet up location with a small duffle bag in hand and arms and legs tapped up so I'm not injured if I get caught but not as tight as people expect "hey am I at the right location"
"Yeah," she replies with a smirk, eyeing your taping job suspiciously. "You're here for our little rematch, huh? Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready." She flexes her shoulders underneath her black tank top, revealing the sculpted muscle beneath.
Her outfit tonight is slightly more subdued than usual; she's wearing a pair of tight-fitting sweatpants that hug every curve and a loose sports bra that accentuates her cleavage almost obscenely. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, revealing the tiny diamond stud in her left eyebrow.
"So," she continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "how are you planning to take me down tonight?"
"Well that depends what are the win conditions" I drop the duffle bag and take off my hoodie revealing a surprisingly slim but muscular physique similar to a gymnastics/ boxers build. "Last time I had to last 3 minutes but this time I don't know I need to know"
Her eyes narrow as she takes in your new appearance, clearly impressed with your fitness despite the different build. "Fine," she snorts, rolling her shoulders again. "If you think you're so tough, let's go. Tonight, it's winner takes all." She turns to face the center of the empty room before glancing back over her shoulder at you. "But remember: I don't lose twice in a row."
With those ominous words still hanging in the air, she drops into a boxer's stance, left fist raised defensively and right leg extended back for balance. Her body is tense as a bowstring, ready to spring forward at any moment.
I bends over to slowly open the bag and as I do I slowly look up revealing my fully red eyes "so no rules?" Guarded ready to move if needed depending on the words said.
Her eyes widen with surprise as yours shift from their human hue to a deeper, predatory red. She takes an instinctive step backward, unconsciously rubbing at her suddenly exposed neck. "Y-yeah," she manages to say through gritted teeth. "No rules."
She lets out a soft growl as you continue to look up at her from the bag, and tension begins to build within her once more. This stranger, with their strange powers and intense gaze... they're throwing her off guard. She can feel her fingers tightening into fists at her sides, ready to strike or defend against whatever comes next.
"Let's just do this," she snarls, suddenly lunging forward in a blur of motion. Her right hand shoots out like a viper, aimed directly at your throat as her left arm swings wide in an overhand blow intended for
The bag zips opens and I lift and slam it on the ground creating a cloud if smoke hiding in it a sound it metal clangs and suddenly the tape from the wrist wrapping around her keeping her from moving around and around it wraps and with added weight which wasn't expected. After the dust settles she notices that she was wrapped not only by the take but by weighted plates making it harder to move and impossible to brake free from and to finish this off he pokes her to make her fall fully making her unable to move. "You know if you really think about it I guess ramen does sound like a cheap prize when I went a set up this trap"
"Gah!" Raven cries out as the dust settles and she realizes she's been trapped by the weighted duffel bag. Her muscles strain against its confines, but it's no use; she's pinned down tight. "You fucking..." Her emerald eyes flash with anger as she glares at you from where she lies helpless on the ground. "That wasn't fair!"
But even as she curses your name, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins. The adrenaline, the fight...it's all so intoxicating that for a moment, she finds herself unable to muster any real anger toward you. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth, struggling against the weight keeping her down. "You win."
With those reluctant words, some of the tension seems to drain
"alright I'll set you free" as I'm undoing the trap I move noticing bruises on her body unknown if I created them or if it's from her time in the ring but I start a conversation saying "if you really want a chance at beating me you need to add a rule or two after all if it's a full on street fight you'll never beat me ill have too much time to prepare and on top of that ... You keep letting me tie you up haha" finally finished undoing it helping her up laughing while I do so playfully.
"Hmph," she grunts as you help her up. "Fine, smartass." She glares at you for a moment longer before shaking her head and straightening her clothes. "I suppose I could use some practice against different opponents..." She pauses, considering the idea further. "How about this: we spar again tomorrow night. You choose the rules."
Her eyes narrow as she studies you, taking in your slight frame and gymnastic musculature once more. Despite having just lost to you, there's a strange sort of respect blooming in her chest; perhaps even grudging admiration. "And," she adds with a smirk, "I get to pick the stakes this time."
With that, she slips back into the crowd, disappearing like a shadow among the dimly lit revelers. For tonight, at least, Raven Rodriguez has been bested
"um you ... You didn't even take me for my ramen" I light a cigarette and say well I wonder what rules I'll set for tomorrow then.
Her lips curl into a smirk as she steps back into your line of sight. "Well, you'll have to earn it," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "And remember, tomorrow night is my choice. You'd better come prepared." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding: "Or else the stakes could get even higher." With that cryptic warning, she turns and disappears once more into the crowd.
Tomorrow night arrives again I arrive with a bigger duffle bag and with a tighter shirt and trousers showing my full physique all in tone "hey you here"
"Well look at you," she smirks, eyeing your tighter physique appreciatively. "I guess you're serious about this." Raven flexes her own muscles in reply, showing off the result of hours spent lifting and training. Her outfit tonight is slightly more subdued than usual; she's wearing a pair of form-fitting yoga pants and an oversized hoodie that nearly reaches her knees. Despite the casual appearance, there's no mistaking the power and control in every movement she makes. "Alright," she growls, dropping into a ready stance, "let's do this."
She tilts her chin up slightly, challenge burning brightly in her emerald eyes as they meet yours across the empty room. With a single deep breath, she launches herself forward, fingers curled into deadly claws as she seeks to overwhelm
Your movements are quick and precise, easily matching her own as you dance around the room. She feints left, hoping to catch you off guard with a right hook. You see it coming, however, and sidestep neatly out of range. As she swings wildly past you, her back is vulnerable for just an instant; long enough for you to throw a perfectly timed uppercut directly into her exposed ribs. She stumbles back, gasping for air, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
" you didn't even let me explain the rules you got to excited" I turn around and unpack some equipment a clock with a timer and some weighted braces. I toss a couple of the weighted braces and say out these on and I'll explain the rules after.
"Fine," she grunts through clenched teeth, catching the braces with practiced ease. As you set the clock for three minutes and begin to explain the rules, she flexes her fingers experimentally and waits patiently for the time to run out.
"So here is the rules after this 3 minutes timer there is another one set for 5 minutes once that timer starts we fight simple right but there is a catch if one of us is bleeding before the timer is up the match is over and the person not bleeding is the winner basically first blood rules" after this he puts on two of the weighted braces and demonstrates how it restrict movement but the added weight might makes us bleed easier. "Ready to bleed" eyes turning red with full intent to fight seriously
Her emerald eyes narrow as she listens to your explanation, taking it all in with practiced calm. "I can handle that," she growls softly, flexing her fingers once more as she stretches out her neck. When the clock finally dings and the second timer begins its countdown, she wastes no time.
She lunges forward, throwing a series of rapid jabs and crosses at your midsection in an attempt to weaken you and draw blood. Each strike is powerful and precise, like a razor-sharp tongue lashing against delicate skin. You deflect each one easily enough, but you can feel the weariness creeping into your muscles already; maintaining focus will be key if you hope to last until the end of this round.
With each strike dodged I narrow the distance and make it my job to fully get close landing a jab in het arms to slow her punches and land a strike on her legs also ... After this landing a full strike to her gut to wind her making her back up properly. Eyes glowing blood red properly muscles flexing harder. "So you having fun"
With each strike you land, Raven's body tenses and flexes in response. There's a strange sort of pleasure in feeling her muscles working against yours, even as she struggles to get the upper hand. She growls through clenched teeth, her gaze intent on your face as she plots her next move.
But when you manage to land that final blow, knocking the wind out of her with a devastating strike to her gut, it's not just pain you see in her eyes. For an instant, there's a flicker of surprise, and perhaps even...admiration. "You're good," she pants, stumbling backward as the blood rushes from her lips. "Too damn good." She grins suddenly, flashing those perfect white teeth. "Maybe we should do this again sometime, hm?"
But even as she says it, she
Her body still sore from the exchange, Raven laughs softly as she wipes a trickle of blood from her chin. "Maybe next time we should make it a little more...intimate." She eyes you appraisingly before tilting her head to one side, a sinister smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "How about I pick the stakes this time?"
She pauses, considering for a moment before continuing with an almost wistful note in her voice, "And we could...see where it goes." Her gaze seems to flicker over you again, lingering on your lips and the delicate curve of your jaw. There's something in that look that unnerves you despite yourself, making your heart race faster.
What would happen if you agreed? Where could this lead? With those questions spinning through your mind, Raven straightens her shoulders and arches an e
"Well tell me what are stakes then if I were to agree to it then it seems to be quite interesting" letting out a smile happy to see a different side to her that isn't all about fighting
Her emerald eyes sparkle as she thinks for a moment, considering the possibilities that lay before her. "Well," she drawls slowly, "I've always wanted to try my hand at gymnastics. Maybe if I win, you could teach me some moves." There's a mischievous glint in those piercing eyes as she meets your gaze again, daring you to refuse her challenge.
But beneath the bravado and arrogance, there's something else; something that makes Raven Rodriguez more relatable, more human. It's a small glimpse of vulnerability, hidden away behind her iron-clad exterior - and it only serves to make you want to explore further.
It's quite an interesting request I must say but why me what makes you think I can teach you anything? You are the one who is supposed to be good at this not me
Her laugh is low and husky, filling the empty room with its sound. "Oh, I'm not that arrogant," she says, lifting a hand to brush aside an imaginary strand of hair from her face. "You may be younger than me, but you're stronger. And as far as technique goes..." She tilts her head, studying you for a moment before continuing. "...Well, let's just say I think there's plenty we could learn from each other." Her eyes flash with challenge and desire, daring you to take her up on the offer.
What would happen if you agreed? Where might this newfound curiosity lead between the two of you? The possibilities stretch out before you like a long, dusty road, promising adventure and danger in equal measure - an enticing combination that's almost impossible to resist.
Her expression softens as she takes a step closer to you, her gaze fixed on your face with an intensity that leaves you feeling warm and...flustered. "I think we could have fun together," she whispers, barely audible above the thundering of your heart in your ears. "And who knows? Maybe one day I'll even be able to beat you." A throaty chuckle escapes her lips as she reaches out slowly, tracing a fingertip over the curve of your jaw before pulling away and giving you a crooked smile.
I take a step closer to her matching her intensity gaze for gaze as I smile back at her "if that's what you want then why not give it a try" feeling butterflies in my stomach from this situation.
Her fingers tremble slightly as she lifts them to brush the hair back from your face, her touch gentle yet unmistakably possessive. The air between you seems to crackle with tension and anticipation, and for a moment it feels like the whole room could explode at any second. "You're on," she breathes huskily, her voice barely above a whisper. And then, before either of you can think twice, she presses her lips firmly against yours.
Her kiss is hot and demanding, claiming your mouth as if it were hers by right. You feel the strength in her arms as they slide around your waist, pulling you closer still as she takes what she wants without apology or hesitation. This is a different side of Raven Rodriguez - fierce and untamed, willing to surrender control for just a moment in order to experience something new.
As the kiss deep
Her kiss grows fiercer and more demanding as she feels the strength in your arms matching hers around her waist. Her body arches against yours, urging you on as if she's forgotten everything else in this world except for the feel of your lips against hers. This moment of passion is as heady and intoxicating as any fight could ever be, sending a thrill racing through her veins that makes her forget about stakes and rules, victory and defeat.
With a low moan, Raven pulls away from your mouth just long enough to gaze into your eyes, searching for something she can't quite put into words. "We could go further," she whispers hoarsely, "if you want..." The invitation hangs in the air between them like a blade poised at the edge of oblivion. For an instant, it seems as though she might be offering her heart on a silver platter - but then
I smile back at her nodding slightly "I'm interested in what you have to offer and where it might lead us" with that I lean forward pressing my lips against hers once more this time returning the passionate kiss with equal measure before pulling away again taking a step back holding onto each other by the hips "so let's see where this goes and how far we can take it shall we?" feeling both excited and nervous for what comes next.
Her emerald eyes sparkle with desire as she watches you lean in for another passionate kiss. When your lips meet hers again, she meets your hungry mouth stroke for stroke, relishing the heat and power that surges through her when they're connected like this. With a low moan, she arches her back against yours, pressing her body flush against yours as if to prove just how far she's willing to go.
As you pull away once more, your hands sliding possessively down her hips and around her ass, Raven grinds against you hungrily. "I think," she pants through gritted teeth, "we could take this anywhere you want." Her gaze drifts over your face, lingering on your lips before moving up to meet your eyes again. There's a challenge in her expression that almost dares you not to follow where she leads, and the thrill of it sends shivers down