Author's perspective;
The stands filled with people shouting for the person they believe will win. Yells of Y/n and R/n echo throughout the underground ring. People lined at tables placing bets on the 'boys' who are about to wow the crowd with another anticipated fight. Rivals. That's what Y/n and R/n are and are always neck and neck to each other.
They fought with all their might, it was as if it was written in their DNA to hate each other. That's why people always came back to watch them, even if they were wasting their money, they enjoyed watching people bust each other up. Sickening yes, but people had their interest. It's not like it bothered Y/n or R/n, they liked fighting each other. They loved the look of pain on each other face when their fist clashed into one another's rib, cheek, or stomach. Something they loved about underground fighting was there weren't any rules. Just them and their fist.
The people shouted with anticipation the referee had finally climbed into the ring,
"ARE YOU READY FOLKS!" He shouted, "WE HAVE A GOOD ONE THIS FINE NIGHT!"
The walls of the underground ring shook with yells of excited,
"HEH, I KNEW YOU'D BE LIKE THIS!" The referee smirked, "In the corner to the left, weighing 54 kilograms, is ONE PUNCH Y/N!! ANND in the right corner, weighing also 54 kilograms, is BEAST FIST R/N!!" and the crowd replied with another yell of excitement, "MAY THE MATCH BEGIN!"
The referee smirked
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Y/n perspective;
Anticipation fills the room as I stare down the one person I hate most, R/n. I'm boiling over with the passion to beat the shit out of her. Just her very existence wants me to choke her with her own hair. Both of us holding the most intense death glare in history, neither of us backing down. Showing weakness is not an option. From others perspective, it would look like two ginormous dragons about to bury the world in ashes. Just the aura in the room was suffocating and dark. The two of us have been fighting for years, our wins are equally matched and it infuriates us even more than we already are. Nobody dares to bother us nor do we have time to deal with them. We're both lost in thought of our game plan to pulverize each other. Counting down the second for me to finally get my hands on this stupid bitch. My thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound director announcing two minutes left until the match would begin. I started to feel clammy. 'What the hell? Me? Clammy? Get your head together Y/n!'
"Let's go Y/n the match is about to begin," I respond with a grunt and follow the beefy man to the ring. I can hear the people yell my name, and I love the feeling. The adrenaline flowing through my veins makes me feel like I'm on cloud 9, and I bask in it until one voice breaks me from my imagination.
"You ready to feel defeat Y/n?" R/n ask full of confidence.
'How come only bullshit comes out of her mouth?' I think to myself, only to chuckle at that absurdity before turning around to see a smile on her face that soon falls when she sees the look in my eyes. My eyes speak a thousand words except for one, defeat. I only turn around and smirk as we both walk to our respective corners in the ring.
"ALRIGHT FOLKS ONCE THAT BELL RINGS YOU CAN NO LONGER PLACE BETS!" The referee warns, "Alright we have a good one tonight ONE PUNCH Y/N, and BEAST FEAST R/N!"
The crowd yells louder yelling my name and yelling R/n's name I only smirk and look at my prey ready to pounce.
"Alright, Boys I want a fair fight."
I turn to the referee and give him a look before remembering I had to cross-dress to where I am at now. No girl ever makes a profit in underground fighting. They'd rather have us be prostitutes or some sexist shit. Suddenly the bell rings and the fight begins I'm already at a disadvantage as I feel R/n's fist pummel my stomach. 'Shit!' My stomach feels like it's been turned upside down and spun around.
"What's wrong Y/n? That's all you got?" R/n taunts me.
I hate being taunted.
Suddenly I no longer feel the adrenaline flowing through my body, just rage.
Suddenly the pain is no longer there, only red.
"You'll regret ever coming out of your mom's vagina R/n," I mutter darkly.
Before R/n can reply my fist makes contact with her stomach, I think there was a crack, but I could care less, I only want her on the floor begging for mercy. But she doesn't seem to back down either. She fights through the pain as well. Pummeling me as I pummel her. Your fighting styles are ruthless, but master always said, 'never back down from a fight, and don't stop till someone is on the floor crying.' Both of you have lived by that, and I didn't realize how broken we both are until one last punch leaves both of you on the floor.
I can hear the crowd yell to get up, not because they care about us, only because the money they bet on R/n and I would go to waste if we both blacked out. But it was already too late.
-- 30 minutes after the match --
'Ahhh, fuck!' I groan as I try to sit up, but everything feels broken. 'Shit, I'm pretty sure something's broken!' I say to myself, and next to me, I hear another groan. 'What the hell?' I think to myself, which is something I've been doing a lot lately, 'oh it better not be who I think it is', but it's too good to be true. Right next to me is nonother than R/n groaning in full glory. I smile to myself as I feel achieved for inflicting the same amount of pain to her as she did to me.
"What the he-- What are you doing in here Y/n!" R/n growls, I only glare at her. "How the hell am I supposed to know dumbass!" I say, "I just woke up in here. I guess we blacked out or something, and they were too lazy to bring us back to our respective rooms." I sigh, as she groans, "Just get out of my room!" she rushes to her feet trying to pull me up with her.
"What the hell are you hiding R/n?" I ask, "Nothing I just don't feel comfortable with you contaminating my space with your homelessness." she replies
"Homelessness isn't a word, and from what I remember you are just as homeless as me, idiot." I snap, and she only smirks "Well I guess you could say I have found some housing. A couple of roommates to be exact."
What the hell! Just a few weeks ago we were fighting for the same fucking bench! Now she's found a place to live!
"Yes, I know it's shocking for hobo's like you." she bragged
This dumb bitch! It was as if she read my mind! Agh, I can't believe this!
"Oh, really R/n? You found a place to stay. You act as if I care. Why are you even bragging it's probably a run down piece of shit like you." I smiled, "Why you!" she growled ready to pull my hair before someone walked through the door.
An older man in a suit probably in his fifties -- early sixties. "R/n! Good job out there you weren't lying about being good!" He praised her, and suddenly it all clicked in my head.
SHE HAD A FUCKING SUGAR DADDY!
"Bitch I am disgusted! Why would you brag about having... having... THAT!" I yell whilst point at the very confused old man, "Geez R/n I know times are tough, but GOD DAMN you still gotta have some standards." shaking my head in disappointment. R/n gives me a look that could kill in an instant, "You fucking idiot! I don't have a sugar daddy! I have a penis! Why would I want a sugar daddy? This is the CEO of the company I'm under!" R/n explains
My brain starts going through some heavy calculating. What the hell! R/n is cross-dressing in her normal life as well as her underground life too! 'I know times are tough, but damn sis you could've been a stripper. You got the body.' I think to myself. "Oh... Um... Wow..." I try to formulate a sentence, but nothing will come out.
"R/n isn't this the guy you fought against?" R/n's CEO man asked, and she only nodded, "Yeah boss this is my rival Y/n." He only nods before saying something that will forever change my life.
"Well R/n, you and Y/n get along so well for rivals. Don't you think he would be a nice addition to the SMTown?" he asked with a smile. Both of us try to process what he has said, and we both start thinking the same thing.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
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