It's Friday night at Junior's, and they were doing some pretty good business. Fred was doing his deal, serving up the booze to thirsty customers at the bar. DJ Bearhead (or whatever dumbass stage name Lowell had come up with) had some club mixes playing for the people who came to Junior's to dance. All the bouncers were scattered through the club, keeping a lookout for people on the ban list and potential troublemakers. Kuma was leaning on a wall on the opposite side of the dance floor from the bar, adjusting his ill-fitting suit. He hated this formal wear shit. Didn't help it was cheap. They didn't have anything that fit him in the back(Men's Warehouse, it was not), so the sleeves were a little short, and it was tight across the shoulders, clearly made for someone slightly shorter and leaner. The pants at least fit well.

Kuma was scanning the crowd, when suddenly he saw somebody fly across the room and hit the wall with a crash. He immediately ran over to go check on them. By the time he got there(he needed to spend more time on cardio), Junior had stood up and was shaking it off.

"You okay, sir?"

Junior turned to look at him. "I'm fine. But we got bigger problems. We need to get that bitch out of here before she wrecks the club." He pointed over towards the dance floor.

Some stacked blonde was mopping the floor with the rest of the bouncers. She had some sort of gun-gauntlets(gun-tlets?) and was putting them to pretty effective use. Kuma looked back to Junior, rubbing his borderline-lumberjack beard in thought. "Is it too late to call in sick? I feel a cough coming on."

"Get the fuck out there, or you're fired."

Sighing, he discarded his machete(didn't know how to use the cheap POS anyway). This was gonna suck major dick. Kuma ran over towards the dance floor, trying to stay behind her as best as he could. When he was about 20 feet away, he broke into a sprint and shoulder-charged her. Kuma connected, but instead of knocking her away and onto the ground, she just skidded about 8 feet and turned around.

"Hey, I felt that! Finally, somebody worth my attention." Stacked-Blonde cracked her neck and got in a boxing stance.

"Hey, if it isn't too much to ask, could you just leave? You're kinda wrecking my place of work." Kuma had no desire to fight if he could avoid it. People always called him a coward because he didn't seek out every fight. Truth was, he was just lazy.

"No can do, your boss has some info I need. Also, this is fun! Why stop the party already?" she said playfully. Great, she was some adrenaline junky. "Before I beat you up, I'm Yang! What's your name?"

"Kuma. I'll try not to hurt you when I throw you out."

"Aww, how sweet! No promises from me, though."

They both charged forward. Kuma went for a simple left jab to the gut, she went for a right hook to the face. He had about 6 or 7 inches on her, so his reach ensured he connected first, making her exhale sharply, and thankfully taking the edge off that hook. Goddamn, she hit like a truck, he thought. No time to lick his wounds though. He quickly followed up with another jab to her stomach bringing his left hand up to try to ward off the jab he saw coming.

She was faster. She drove the wind out of Kuma, and didn't give him a moment to recover, throwing out a flurry of light jabs to keep him off balance. Kuma soaked it up. Good thing about being fat-jacked, he had some cushion. He just had to wait for an opening…there! She slightly overextended one of her jabs, and he did his best to punish it. Kuma accepted the hit in exchange for a powerful uppercut. Now it was his turn to keep her off balance. Rather than use her flurry technique, Kuma decided to try and keep her dazed. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her toward him, simultaneously driving his head forward.

Ooooh…head-butts hurt. he rubbed his remaining brain cells together to come up with a follow up…Nothing. Head-butt ad nauseam it is. Hopefully it will kill off the weak and slow brain cells. Kuma head-butted Yang repeatedly, until he lost count. Losing count was probably more a result of the concussion he was getting, rather than it being a lot of staggered back, and they both tried to shake it off. Yang had a little bruise developing on her forehead. Kuma had the bruise's twin. Oh, and she looked more than a little annoyed. Also...on fire?

She lunged toward me, arm outstretched, about to deliver the mother of all definitely didn't want to get hit by that, and this seemed like a good time to try submission holds, since slugging it out clearly wasn't working. He sidestepped quickly(translators note: stumbled desperately) out of the way and grabbed her arm at the wrist. He then wrenched it behind her and braced his other hand on her elbow, applying slight pressure.

"Okay, funs over. I can break your arm from this hold, but I'd rather not do that. Are you gonna leave peacefully?" He applied slightly more pressure. He really didn't want to break her arm. He'd never had to follow through on the threat before, and Kuma didn't like hurting people.

"This has been a great fight, Kuma! I'll have to look you up sometime for another round. But tonight? You're done." Yang didn't even have the decency to be out of breath. She stomped on Kuma's right instep, and jerked back with her head, giving him a glancing blow to the head. He let go of her arm and staggered backward, favoring his injured foot. Submission holds are kind of useless if you're unwilling to follow through. Wish he'd thought that through. Kuma looked up just in time to eat a shotgun blast from a yellow fist and get sent flying backwards. He slammed into the wall, but didn't fall down, due to its support. More support than he'd gotten the whole fight.

Oh lucky him, it seemed Yang was a believer in the double-tap. She propelled herself over, preparing to deliver a hard one to his face[*meaningful eyebrow wiggle*]. That'll just about do it for him. I hope my nap will be restful.

Kuma woke up to a slap in the face, and a throbbing headache. Jimmy, one of the other bouncers, slapped him again. "Wakey wakey. Wow, that's a beautiful shiner you got there. Get one for the other eye and you'd be a convincing raccoon." Jimmy smiled widely, displaying a brand shiny new gap in his teeth, along with some schadenfreude.

"Yeah, fuck you too, Jimmy. You got something in between your teeth…oh wait." Jimmy frowned, and left to go wake some of Yang's other casualties. He sat up, and looked around at the club. Why is it all blurry?...ah. He briefly considered looking for hisglasses in the rubble, and decided against it. Luckily, he had some spares, and put them on. Now that he wasn't blind, Kuma looked around again. The place looked like the aftermath of a tornado. Junior was sitting over at the bar, with a bag of frozen peas on his…crotch? Ouch. The two Malachite sisters were both sulking at a table, pretty obviously battered. "That Yang chick really did a number on the place."

"No thanks to you, asshole." Junior yelled over, without much heat.

"Hey man, if she beat you and the Malachites, there wasn't really much any of us could do." Yang must have thrown somebody into an air conditioning unit,because it was damn hot. Kuma untied his brown hair from its short ponytail and start combing his fingers through it. He'd just taken a power-nap in a full suit, so airing out his scalp would help him cool down.

"…Fair enough. Fuck, we're gonna be closed for weeks. Guess I'm going to have to lend you guys out after all."

Lend us out? "What does that mean?"

"I won't be making any money while they renovate and repair, and I'm not going to need bouncers during that period. So if I can hire you guys out to people who need muscle, I can defray the renovation cost and keep you failures out of my hair. I know that Torchwick needs some idiots, he was in here just before everything went to hell." Junior suddenly smiled viciously, turning to me. "And since you've demonstrated you're my best bouncer, I just know he'll love having you on his team."

Kuma paled. "Wait hold on boss, I can't do that, I keep my nose clean, I don't wanna be involved in anything Torchwick's doing, I could get arre-"

"Too bad. It's this, or find a new job. Hope you've kept your resume updated."

Shiiiiitttttt.

Okay, author's note time. This is my first attempt at fanfic(or writing, really) so please be gentle, b-baka. I don't really have the next bit written, but I have the prologue Arc(wha-ha-hey, RWBY jokes) kinda planned. There should be three(maybe four) chapters before we get to Beacon proper. Before anyone asks, Kuma won't replace any of the main cast. He'll be on a third team(of OCs), and they won't be quite as chummy as JNPR and RWBY are with each other. They will be be friends with the Main 8, just not super-duper best friends like JNPR and RWBY. I'm doing that because it annoys me when people try to shoehorn a third team into ALL the RWBY/JNPR-related hijinks. Also, no romance planned...YET. If it evolves organically, I'll add the Romance tag along with a pairing.

If you review, please try to keep your critique constructive, rather than destructive. Also, be civil.

Welp, see you next chapter, so praise the sun, cyka blyat rush B, ryuu ga waga teki go fuck yourself, whatever in-joke your fandom has.

Peace!

SaltyCrusader

Edit 1/30/17: Hey I fixed some things that were bothering me, followed up on some critique I got. Shout out to Preturabo for some very helpful critique and encouragement. I'm about to sit down and try to slam some of this out. Hopefully in the future, I won't make be making so many changes, and they won't be as sweeping as this. Always give your shit a second read, kids. You'll sift out a lot of crap.