Hey look, a story that's not a romance story? Who am I and what have I done with myself?
Kidding. Anyways, this is just a story that popped up in my head when I saw a picture someone drew and I completely forget who made it or where I found it, but it was one of Pinky in a boxing outfit and behold, this story was born in my crazy brain. Enjoy.
Pinky pushed open the door to the boxing gym that her 'boyfriend' Derby's father had bought for the preps and she let out an annoyed sighed as she heard cheers. She knew what that meant.
"Knock him out Bif!" Someone shouted from the small crows that was gathered around the boxing ring.
"Excuse me?" Pinky said as she squeezed between two preps so she could see what unlucky fellow decided to go up against Bif. "Oh dear." She sighed when she saw Gord hopping around, dodging several punches from the much larger red-head. The prep saw bruises and small scrapes across the brunette's face ands she couldn't see anything wrong with Bif, this fight wasn't going to last much longer. "Come on Gord!" She cheered, sure she's rather not have them fight, but if their was one she tended to root for the underdog, they were usually the smaller and much cuter ones. Right after her shout Gord landed a weak blow to Bif's stomach, but the larger boy swung his arm and knocked the brunette down with one hard punch right to the jaw. Derby climbed into the ring and grabbed the red-head's wrist.
"And the winner, as usual, Bif!" He shouted and held up the larger boy's hand.
"Oh just make out with him already." Pinky muttered as the group of preps departed. She went over to the other side of the ring where Gord was lying on the ground, letting out groans of pain. "Are you okay Gord?" Pinky asked, trying her best to climb into the ring with a skirt on.
"Just a little sore, I must admit."
"Let me help you with your gloves." Pinky offered when she finally made it in, thankful that she didn't break a nail in the process.
"Thanks." Gord said as Pinky undid the Velcro strap on one of his gloves.
"I wish you guys would stop fighting." Pinky huffed, pulling the glove off. "Oh I just broke a nail, oh it stings." She hissed and held her thumb.
"It's what we do Pinky." Gord stated and slipped off the other glove on his own. "You alright?"
"Yeah and it doesn't mean I have to like it, why can't we all just be friends without having to hurt each other?" Pinky asked, getting off of the ground.
"It's not what men do." Someone said out of Pinky's view. "You wouldn't understand, being a girl and all." Bif stated as he jumped into the ring, still wearing his boxing outfit.
"Even if I was a guy, I still wouldn't like it." Pinky snapped while she still held her stinging thumb.
"It's cause you're weak, you can't even handle breaking a nail." Bif chuckled.
"I'll have you know that it snapped off and I'm actually bleeding." She looked at her thumb and frowned. "I just got these done too."
"Boo hoo, Gord over there just got the life beaten out of him and you don't hear him complaining."
"That's cause he can't without hearing nonsense from you guys."
"It's alright Pinky, calm down." Gord stood up. "Let's get a bandage for your thumb."
What about you? You're covered in injuries and you're worried about a little cut on my thumb." Pinky stomped her foot and a loud click echoed in the now empty room. "I am sick and tired of you guys getting hurt and acting like as if nothing happened and then I get a little injury on my thumb and you act like as if I can't handle it."
"But you said it stung." Gord said.
"Of course I did! If I snapped off you nail to the point of which it bled, it'd sting as well. But you guys are too afraid of admitting when you're in pain!" She cried. "It's not fair!"
"Quit acting like a whiney bitch, it gets annoying after a while." Bif snapped.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!? Who do you think I am!?"
"A whiney bitch."
"Go have sex with Derby already, bastard!" Pinky cursed.
"What?" Bif growled between gritted teeth.
"Pinky don't." Gord warned, softly holding on to Pinky's arm.
"Are you hard of hearing? I said go fuck Derby and leave me alone, you stupid, smelly, son of a bitch!" Her sentence caught both of the boys off guard. "I am a princess and I am done with your shit Bif!"
"Stop, Pinky." Gord begged as tightened his grip on the girl's arm lightly. "Let's just take you back to the Harrington House and forget about Bif."
"No, I'm not going to stop and I'm not going to forget all the crap Bif's said. I can't take this anymore!" Pinky cried. "I am not weak!" She snapped, yanking her arm out of the other brunette's grip. "I am not weak." She repeated in a hiss, japing a sharp finger into Bif's hard chest. "And if the only way to get you to understand that if in this ring then..." Pinky took in a deep breath and with a glare she growled. "Tomorrow night, you, me, in this ring. Be ready to fight."
Well...Pinky's now a badass ain't she? I love what I made her say to Bif...I have to admit he's not one of my favorite characters so I decided to bash him in this story.
Hopefully she wasn't too ooc, this is my first time actually writing with her and I feel horrible for making Gord be the one in the ring with Bif, but he was the first one who came to mind and I could see him and Pinky getting along.