This is a totally new story for me. It's an idea I got from the song Street Fighter (War) by Sick Puppies. Essentially the idea is where Kendall gets jealous and Jo gets jealous... and there's going to be lots of drama. I'm sort of feeling this story out and if people like it enough I just might continue it. The OC is named Rosie Morgan who is a CFC fighter and an actress trained by her ex MMA fighter father and her mother is her agent. Her brother always bets on her to win and James is her best friend out of all the boys... Anyway I'll quite rambling and let you all read this (and hopefully enjoy it. (There will be lots of fight scenes in this story)

War Paint

Just one more punch, one more hit, one more kick and she'll hit the mat. They always fall, none of them can move as fast as her fists.

"If she keeps this up, she'll be the second youngest girl to be CFC champion!" the announcer yelled into his microphone as he and the audience watched the chocolate girl pummel her blonde opponent.

She dodged the fist aimed at her jaw, grabbed the other girl's leg and threw her to the floor of the ring. Quickly she grappled with the blonde girl and put her in a hold that temporarily paralyzed her.

The other girl's arms stopped flailing, her legs stopped kicking; her entire body relaxed accepting defeat. Slamming the girl against the floor she got up, bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for the blonde to try to get up.

"Well it looks like Carly's down for the count!" the announcer yelled as all eyes were on the crumpled form of the once top fighter.

The ref signaled that Carly in fact was knocked out after inspecting the fallen girl; grabbing the right of the petite sweaty, bloody girl he threw her arm in the air declaring her the winner.

Everyone screamed, cheered, all for her. Because she's a winner… a fighter.

'I just made my gambling brother richer,' she thought faintly as her father lifted her up onto his shoulders, the title belt pushed into her hands.

A smile overtook her sweat covered, blood streaked face; she won just the way she'd dreamed about. But this wasn't the fight that she wanted to win.

'I wonder if he's even watching,' she idly thought as she talked into the mic about her training schedule and any fights that she'd take on in the future.

"Did you see that? Rosie totally just killed that girl!" Carlos yelled in excitement bouncing on apartment 2J's bright orange couch.

"She's not dead and sit down," Logan said grabbing hold of the hyperactive boy next to him.

"But Rosie's covered in blood, and Carly's barely moving," he observed brown eyes still fixed on the screen.

"She just hits really hard, and she's really strong" Kendall said 'She's like an animal, and that blood… kind of looks like she's covered in war paint," he thought contradicting his words; his eyes were still staring at Rosie intently.

A preview of the next fight in a different weight class flashed below the screen as the girl was being interviewed.

"Oh yeah, didn't she used to put tiger stripes on her face?" the raven haired boy said remembering watching their friend's first fight. "She got her mouth guards to look like fangs"

"Yeah… she stopped because she kept sweating half the stripes off… now she's got those fancy shorts," the blond answered a curious expression suddenly on his face. "Wait… where's James?"

As if on cue Logan's phone rang in his pocket which he pulled out and answered.

"Hey…James…where are you?" he questioned his brow arched in curiosity. "You're where? ... Oh I see you now."

"Well… where is he?" Carlos and Kendall asked crowding Logan, their eyes still on the TV.

"He's there… right next to her brother," Logan said pointing out the sandy haired boy who was now giving Rosie a tight hug. "Tell her we said congrats… alright see you guys later."

"Why did she take him?" Kendall blurted out when Logan hung up.

"Well I don't know…maybe because he's her best friend," Logan said rolling his eyes picking up the remote and changed the channel as the excitement of Rosie's fight wore off.

Carlos looked at Kendall suspiciously; who was sitting on the couch with a cross between a scowl and a pout flickering across his face, his arms crossed over his chest. The Latino pursed his lips wanting to say something, but he knew that whatever came out of his mouth would be denied.

"You know I think that girl's going to need plastic surgery," James commented giving the girl next to him a look.

"Oh what a shame…the tragedy," she replied with a roll of her dark green eyes, the taller boy laughed then looked her over.

"You still got blood on your face."

"I'll wash it off."

"Eww, you've got blood in your hair."

"At least it's not a tooth," her mother sighed pulling out a moist towel-et and rubbed at her daughter's hair.

"Mom…stop… I'll just shower later jeez," the young fighter whined batting away her mother's hands.

"Well excuse me for wanting to keep my daughter clean," she replied giving up on cleaning the blood off Rosie's cheek.

"Don't you think me being a professional fighter is defeating the purpose?"

"After the fights you should at least try to look decent."

"Why? Do you know any guys in L.A or America for the matter who want to date a girl who's capable of breaking their faces?" she said with a frown fixing itself heavily on her lips as the words left her mouth.

"Some guys might be into that kind of thing you know," James commented nudging Rosie's shoulder. "You know, a girl who takes charge"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her for emphasis.

"Oh shut up… don't even go there," she replied with a disgusted look on her face, but laughed despite herself.

"Hey, I'm just saying," he said shrugging his shoulders in defense.

"I know… thanks James."

It was obvious to the brunette what she meant from the grateful look in her eyes.

"No problem Rosie," he replied pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kay?"

"Sure, bye James," she said as he stepped out of the elevator.

Once the silver doors slid closed her mother (her father was already back at their apartment planning her new schedule) gave her a look.

"Mom don't start tonight, I just want to go to bed," she said giving her mother a warning glance.

"I wasn't going to say anything," her mother said putting on an oblivious expression.

'Sure you weren't,' Rosie thought walking out of the elevator when it stopped at their floor. She couldn't wait to go to shower and get to bed; maybe she could take a little break and try to restart up her acting career.

She didn't want to be known as a fighter, especially not to him. And not to mention, she didn't want to end up like her father.

Please leave me a review on your thoughts, I'm dying to know if this story is good. Will update soon. xoxo