Author's Note: As one of the reviews put it, the green couple heats up the situations... so I decided they were going next! Plus, the first couple of reviewers all said the same thing... so, here it is! Considering Buttercup's still the tomboy, I decided not to make this one quite as fluffy as the first, but still very!


2:1, Punching Bag

"Will the lovely lady in the green in the third row please join us on the stage?" an announcer shouted into the microphone, his voice echoing throughout the stadium. The crowd roared in approval as she proudly flew up the aisles towards the arena. "With our first contender beaten to a bloody pulp, she will be our replacement."

A big sweaty man stood in the ring, panting and wiping blood from his muscular body. He wasn't really a man, actually -- more a boy. Although he gave the appearance of a strong wrestler, he wasn't very tall or extremely buff. In fact, he was near her size. But he was the unrivaled, undefeated champion at his sport.

But not for long, she said to herself.

She waltzed up the stairs as the announcer told the crowd her name -- and her super powers. She flipped her short black hair at the audience in her own special greeting. The boy just stared at her, unmoving, unblinking. He had to fight her? Out of all the people!

He masked his awe of her bravery -- and her beauty --and regained his tough composure as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He would teach her a lesson she would not soon forget. This was his ring, his sport, and his trophy.

She glared at him. This time, and as always, good would reign over evil.

"You know the rules -- no murder, no damage to vital organs, no superpowers, no foul play -- as I said, you get it. Now... are you ready?"

"You bet," she said, her gear barely fitting her rather petite body.

"As always," he gloated, giving the announcer a death glare.

"All right... Begin!"

She circled him, mocking him this way and that. With each insult, he grew redder and redder, and she dodged cautiously each punch he never threw. She looked at him, slightly intrigued at his movement -- or lack of. He had not thrown a single punch, or a kick, or tried to defeat her in any way. His handsome green eyes just... watched her as she pranced about the ring, following her every move as if he were spellbound.

She herself had not thrown a punch either, she had been attacking him verbally.There was some sort of fear keeping her from attacking him, possibly from fear of him, or... she suspected... fear of what she could do to him.

"And... this must be the most boring match recorded in history!" the announcer yelled. "Come on! Get a move on!"

An anger flickered across his eyes as these words were said.

Suddenly he poised himself, his eyes narrowed at her, ready to attack.

She had lost her enchantment too. Being humiliated in front of her entire town was not something to be proud of. He did not look as if he were going to be the one to make the first move, so she decided she would.

With a battle cry, she attacked him with both arms flailing through the air like daggers. She attempted to kick him where it would really hurt, but instead he caught her foot.

In desperation, she tried to break free, but his grip on her was too strong. He frowned at her, determined not to lose his title... to a girl.

He swung her foot with all his strength and hurled her against a metal bar in the corner of the ring. She slowly dragged herself up from the painful position, unwilling to lose to her enemy.

This time he showed no patience or mercy. He screamed a loud cry, which the crowd went wild for, and attacked her with all fours.

She gasped in horror and braced herself for what was to come.


I hope you didn't hate that too much! Please review, I love reading them. And thanks for the reviews so far :)