The Day after their meeting...
Yang was driving her motorcycle over to the location Raven specified. Yang was a little nervous to work with Raven. She didn't want Raven to act like a complete bitch the entire time they were training. Hopefully that would be the case. Maybe Raven would ease up on her. Maybe.
Yang finished her drive and came up at a one-way street. At the very end was a rather simple, square building that looked like it went up maybe two to three stories. It was a white color all around with a few windows around each level for some natural light. It wasn't marked or anything, so no one went by the place. It looks like Raven set up shop here.
Yang got off Bumblebee and took off her helmet. She had her training clothes in a backpack, and she had it right near her. Yang walked up to the entrance of the place, and paused. She simply stared at the door, and started to ponder what would await her inside.
'Could it be full of some random crap? Or some outdated equipment? Or...what? Ugh. I'm just freaking out too much over this. I'll find some normal things in there. Right?' Yang shook her head to swipe away the thought.
Yang grabbed the door handle and entered into the building. Inside, there was actually training equipment in there: A ring in the center of the area, heavy bags to her immediate right, all lined up in a row, with a few benches nearby, and to her left there were some other equipment such as speed bags, and various other equipment she doesn't know the names of. But, it was pretty dark.
When she walked a few steps in, the lights flickered on, and Raven was standing over at the other side of the other side of the room, leaning on the wall with the light switches with a different set of apparel on. Not something Yang would normally expect. She was wearing a long sleeved gray hoodie with black sweatpants. Something really out of character for Raven.
'Wait, Raven can wear normal clothing? What?' Yang joked with herself.
"You finally got here." Raven grunted from a distance. She leaned off the wall and began to slowly walk towards the ring in the middle of the room.
"Finally? I'm supposed to get here at a specific time?" Yang questioned Raven's statement.
"You want to become a proficient fighter, right? You've gotta get up early to train more." Raven walked to the steps of the ring, and ducked under the ropes and entered. She walked to the middle of the ropes closest to Yang, who was now a good 5 feet away from her mother.
"I can only do that on weekends. Not on school days." Yang explained to Raven.
"You can't build up your stamina by running to school?" Raven pointed out to her daughter.
"Eeh, riding on my Bumblebee is way more badass." Yang chuckled and smiled, not really listening to her mom. But she needed the advice.
"*Sigh* You've got a lot of work to do, Yang. If you really want to become a good fighter, you've got to put in the work." Raven scolded her daughter in a rather calm tone.
"Pft. I don't need your advice, Raven. You're probably just a washed up fighter." Yang waved her hand, dismissing Raven's calls and not really putting up with this. Yang knew she was bad, but she didn't really want to take advice from her mother who's been a complete asshole to her, and her family.
"Considering how well you did in that match, you need the training. Badly." Raven leaned forward on the ropes, her head closing in on Yang's.
"Oh shut up. I'm better than you might think, Raven." Yang's fists clenched tightly as she defied her mother from a distance.
"Oh really?" Raven smiled slightly. She was going to slightly enjoy this. "Get in the ring. Let's see how much "better" you say you are." Raven ordered to the blonde newcomer.
"Hmph. I'll show you, hag." Yang scoffed and walked away into the changing rooms to her right.
As Yang was putting on her sparring gear, which was the same outfit she had on for her first fight in the underground, she wondered a few things. If Raven was actually worth her time, if Yang was in over her head, and various other problems. But there was one thing in her mind that consumed her:
She needed the training if she wanted to continue down this path. She was bad. Yang knew that. The previous night proved it. But...she couldn't admit to her mother that she needed it. She didn't want the training from her mother.
'Why did I come here, then? If that's the case, why?' Yang questioned her own logic before she finished dressing herself. Maybe it was because Raven's the only one she can turn to? Maybe it's because Yang feels like Raven can actually teach her? She'll know in a bit, for sure. But for now, she was a little on edge about this.
But, Yang continued to get ready. She strapped on her yellow gloves and yellow boxing boots, put on a yellow sports bra, and black gym shorts and she began to walk out to the ring.
When she left the locker room, Raven was still wearing the same apparel as before, but with dark red gloves on now. She was throwing jabs and weaving around a bit, and Yang wondered what she was doing.
The first sign that she needed to learn.
When Yang stepped into the ring, she jumped up and down, trying to work up a little sweat. Raven stopped and stared her opponent down from a distance. She was smiling.
Yang noticed this and growled at her mother. She hated that smile. Especially if it's directed towards her. Yang slammed her gloves together, and then put them close to her face. Yang bent low and waited for this sparring match to start.
Raven smiled as she got into her stance. Her left foot was forward, as well as her left arm being at a 90 degree angle, and it was positioned a little close to her stomach. Her right arm was positioned right next to her cheek. And from what Yang's seen before, Raven wasn't crouched down, like how she's seen other people who've fought do. She was standing somewhat upright.
Yang, by contrast, had both her hands close to her face, trying to guard her precious head. She charged straight for her mom, getting ready to finish her immediately. When she did charge, Raven immediately seized the opportunity and launched a thundering right jab towards Yang's face. Since Yang charged forward, she dropped her guard, an easy and simple mistake. When the glove hit Yang's face, she immediately felt woozy. Raven hit hard. It's almost as if she were being hit by a mechanical hand. Yang stumbled backwards a little bit and shook her head.
"If you won't listen to me and some common sense, then I'll beat the common sense into that thick skull of yours. That skull is probably the only good thing you've got on you as of now. I promise I won't damage it too badly, otherwise how else are you going to fight?" Raven taunted the Little Sun Dragon as she bounced on her toes, waiting for Yang's next move.
"Grr...!" Yang growled as she wasn't too fond of someone mocking her intelligence. Yang rushed forward yet again, and ducked low, trying to get Raven to do something to drop her guard. But, she didn't. Instead, she shifted her arms to a blocking position for her stomach. Yang quickly threw a left uppercut headed straight towards Raven's chin! But, Raven saw it coming and back-stepped. She found herself in a corner, but it didn't matter. Raven knew what she was doing.
Yang smiled when she saw Raven trapped. She brought her left hand back and moved it towards her face. After doing that, she followed up with a right uppercut for Raven's chin once again. But, as she did, she noticed Raven's head weaving towards the left, dodging her blow! Yang glared at her mother with a murderous intent as she watched the glove slip past and hit only air. And in doing so, It left her cheek wide open for a nasty hook! When it connected, Yang's face flew off sweat and a little bit of blood was dripping down her nose!
And with this, Yang stood still at the center, and used her right hand to wipe the fluid from her nose. When she looked at her glove and saw the crimson blood, Yang immediately got even more fired up. Her eyes turned crimson red. She slammed her gloves together and her hair caught ablaze.
"Really? Is throwing a tantrum all you do when mommy isn't coddling you?" Raven taunted her daughter yet again, clenching her fists inside her gloves.
"RRAAGH!" Yang sprung forward, showing surprising speed, even by Raven's standards! Yang threw forward a cocked back right cross, but Raven, again, dodged it. She used her foot to spring backwards, making the punch miss spectacularly.
And then, Raven sprung back into the fray, cocking back her own right jab, hitting Yang square on the nose, making more blood come out of her nose. Yang shut her eyes for a quick moment and stumbled backwards. She didn't stop until she was on the ropes. Then, Raven made her move. She made her way to her wounded daughter and began to throw volley after volley at Yang. Jabs, hooks, crosses, what have you. It was hitting Yang square on. She was losing strength in her legs. They were wobbling. Her face was a little lumpy. She was bleeding out her mouth now. Her cheeks were slightly bruised.
Raven grunted once more and ducked down low. She turned her body to the right. Then, she brought her body up along with a right hook sent straight for Yang's cheek!
When it connected, Yang was sent up into the air, sweat, saliva and blood following her. She landed on the mat with a thud, and was laying on her side. She was groaning and in pain as she slowly moved over to look at her mother.
When she did, she was met with a look of seriousness, and maybe even disapproval. Raven looked down on her daughter in shame, her expectations shattered, but not in a good way. As Yang and Raven continued to stare at each other in silence, Yang's eyes once again turned from lilac to crimson red, and it's when they did, that Raven closed her eyes, and sighed. After their exchange, Yang's eyes turned back to it's normal color, and she continued to breathe in air.
"...Use your aura. Heal up. Quickly. We're starting soon." Raven opened her eyes again and walked over to the ropes. She vaulted over them and turned around to continue to stare at her daughter. Yang slowly got up, and activated her aura. She got up to her feet, and exited the ring. She then jumped down, and sat on the edge of the ring.
"You sure you don't need that training, Yang?" Raven coldly remarked to the blonde bombshell.
"Hmph." Yang got up and ignored Raven's comment. She then stood in front of her mother, with her gloves raised.
"Alright. First thing you need to learn is a stance. As for you.." Raven paused for a moment to assess her new trainee. "You'll be in an orthodox stance. Do what I do." Raven calmly instructed.
'Ugh, we don't get to punch stuff yet? C'mon!' Yang complained to herself as she awaited instruction.
"First, take off your gloves. Let me help you." Raven told her daughter as she moved in to take off the straps on her yellow gloves. Yang awkwardly stood still while Raven reached towards her chest, to grab the straps and take them off. She got one off, hearing a strong and loud *rrrriiippp* sound. Then Raven moved to the next one. She took that one off too, making the same sound. Afterwards, there was silence for a bit, but Raven started up the important part of her training. She put her fists up in front of her face. She then moved her right hand backwards a little bit. It ended up staying right next to her cheek. Then, her left foot moved forward. She also bent her knees. "Like this."
"Hmm...okay..." Yang stood right next to Raven, trying to mimic her movement. Yang began slow, putting her fists close to her face, then moving her left to her cheek. There was a little gap. Raven was watching every move Yang did.
"No, no no. Here." Raven then grabbed Yang's balled fist and pressed it against her daughter's cheek. After that, she then moved back into position to then stepped back to where she was before, giving Yang a reference again.
Yang then slid her left foot forwards a bit.
"No, that's not good either." Raven sighed and got out of her stance. She bent down and adjusted Yang's foot the tiiiiinnniest amount.
"Okay, come on, Raven. It was a millimeter off!" Yang complained at how Raven was acting so perfect for her sake.
"Do you want to do this right or not?" Raven sighed in annoyance.
"Fine, fine." Yang rolled her eyes and growled.
"Alright, you're all good." Raven clapped her hands on Yang's boots twice, before coming back up. Then, Raven joined Yang, mimicking her stance.
"Alright, now we'll work on your punches." Raven announced to her new trainee as she turned her head to the side.
"Cool, let's get to it!" Yang clenched her fists inside her gloves.
"Ah ah ah, you're not just going to throw punches wildly and expect to get somewhere. You've got to know how to throw them correctly." Raven shook her head. She began to take off her gloves, which revealed her wrists were wrapped in some sort of cloth. "We'll start with the jab. It's simple and effective. Watch me."
Raven turned to her right to have Yang get a good long view of her hands and arms while she began this demonstration. She got into a boxing stance, keeping her fists close to her face, and trying to imitate Yang's style so it'd be familiar to her. Then, within a split second, Raven's fists slightly opened. Her fingers moved away from her hand, and then, within that same timespan, she threw what looked like five punches with incredible speed!
"W-woah!" Yang stammered at Raven's demonstration.
"Did you see?" Raven turned her head slightly to Yang as she asked that question.
"Um... it looked like you..opened your fists?" Yang asked Raven.
"Good. Now do it. Do that exact motion I just did." Raven ordered the blonde bombshell.
"What?! But I didn't even get-"
"If you're training with me, expect this a lot. I'm not going to go easy. So suck it up, and do it." Raven growled at Yang. She got out of her stance and watched Yang. She was going to observe.
"Argh...alright, fine." Yang hissed back as she put her fists up. She took a deep breath and attempted to replicate the memory of her mother a few seconds ago.
She saw Raven open her hand slightly, then immediately after that, throwing the punch, and THEN closing it back up, making a "woosh"-like sound. It seemed to maximize impact.
So Yang attempted to replicate the same exact motion. She opened her hands, ever so slightly, and then threw a punch. Then, right as her arm was going to be stretched to the limit, she closed it again, and it made the exact same "woosh" sound. She did the same, again, and again, and again!
Then, Yang decided to just go all out. She continued to do the same motion for probably ten seconds!
And that entire time, Raven just...watched. And she was amazed. But she didn't show it.
'How the hell-What?!' Raven was amazed at Yang's progress on the jab. She only watched at her left and right hands were zooming straight forward at great speeds! "Alright, that's enough." Raven put her hands on her hips, and waited for Yang to stop.
When she did, she then smiled and looked at her hand. "WOO! THAT WAS AWESOME!" Yang laughed as she made a fist again. "So how was that?" Yang smiled at her trainer, feeling good about herself. "So, I keep my fist loose until the moment of contact! If I clench my fists too tightly it'll slow me down and I can't afford to be slow!"
"Well, you could still use better speed. And your jabs are rather sloppy. I can see your arms not as straight as they could be. Plus, you need to work on footwork. Just standing with your legs like that isn't going to work." Raven critiqued Yang to the teeth.
"What?! Those were perfect! You're just blind!" Yang huffed in denial.
"You want to test that?" Raven asked in a smart-ass-like way. She motioned her head towards the ring, asking if she wanted to go another round.
"..." Yang's excited attitude went out the window.
"Next is the hook..."
That night...
For the rest of the day, Yang and Raven worked together on punches. And throughout the entire time, Raven kept criticizing her, and it kept making Yang more and more mad.
'Your hooks are sloppy as well. You can't exactly just swing. You need to work on footwork. Don't just throw punches. Go. Try it again.'
'But you aren't teaching me anything! How can I-'
'AGAIN!'
'And your uppercuts...ugh. While you hit like a goddamn truck, Yang, you still need to work on finesse. Again.'
Raven was being hard on her. She wasn't doing much to help her, though. Yang is rather surprised at this, as a coach is supposed to, y'know, HELP HER.
But for some reason, it was making Yang work harder. Maybe the fact that she was getting infuriated made her work harder? Either way, Yang went home steaming, and in a sweat. She drove home, and opened the door and immediately ran into the bathroom to take a shower.
As Yang was letting the water go over her body, she covered her face and began to think to herself.
'Is this what became of Raven? A complete hardass? What experiences at her tribe shaped her to be like that?' Yang asked herself as the stench from her workout began to wash away. She reached for the soap and began to move it all around her body. Yang had trouble getting her mind straight on this.
When she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her body, covering her breasts and a bit of her legs.
"Raven's-"
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"Yang?!" Ruby, her younger half-sister called out.
"Jeez...what?!" Yang was scared when Ruby banged on the door. She screamed at the top of her lungs to make sure she was heard.
"I need your help with Dad! He fell asleep on the couch again!" Ruby shouted in her rather high-pitched voice.
"Alright, I'll be right there! Let me dry off first!" Yang called back to her sister.
Ruby walked away and left Yang in peace. Yang sighed and then began to talk to herself again.
"Raven's not going to let up. I'm going to have to work extra hard." Yang decided to herself. She was feeling stiff. She felt like she could barely move. Raven worked her to the very limit. When they were done, Yang could barely walk to Bumblebee.
When Yang finished drying off, she put on her pajamas and walked over to the living room couch. Yang sighed and got ready to help Ruby pick up Taiyang.
"On three. One, two...three!" Ruby began to do her best and lift Taiyang over her arm. Yang had no trouble, so little it was almost comedic. She easily put Taiyang's arm over her shoulder, and smiled. She waited for Ruby to do the same. It took her a bit, but she finally got it over her shoulder. They began to walk towards the stairs behind them and towards Taiyang's bedroom.
As they were walking up, Yang looked at her sister. She smiled. She was happy that Ruby wasn't getting into any of this. Nothing regarding boxing. At least, she hoped. If she ever saw Ruby getting hurt, she would...well...there was no need to spell it out.
The next day, after school yet again, Yang went to the same place that she did the previous day and entered the door. She saw Raven leaning on a wall yet again and she ordered her daughter to change.
Yang began to walk towards the changing room. As she got closer and closer, Yang got more and more unsettled. Raven's constant staring was a little off-putting. So when Yang stopped right at the door and asked "Gloves or no gloves?" there was an awkward air. Along with a long pause.
"You're late again." Raven hissed, as Yang was busy doing whatever. Raven didn't bother to try and keep an eye on her. "And yes. You're getting in the ring today." Raven answered. She kept her head covered up by the hood she was wearing. The only thing Yang could see was her mother's crimson red eyes.
"Hmph." 'Already? More sparring?' Yang thought to herself. The blonde quickly went into the changing room to put her workout clothes on. She emerged five minutes later, to Raven already inside the ring.
"C'mon. In here." Raven motioned with her hand to have Yang enter the ring. Yang quickly jogged to the ring, where she ducked under the ropes and entered into the square circle.
Raven raised her fists. She gave her daughter no warning.
"What are you doing?!" Yang put her fists up out of instinct.
"You're going to learn how to block." Raven smiled, as she began to advance forward.
"What?! How?!" Yang continued to stand still in her corner.
"Think for a moment." Raven sighed as she got within striking distance. She started throwing punches at Yang, seemingly out of nowhere! Yang kept her guard up right next to her face. Raven just kept hitting her yellow gloves, over and over again. Yang felt large booming impacts hit her gloved fists constantly. She couldn't do anything. She didn't move when she entered the ring, so she was trapped in a corner. And plus, her head was turned to the side, so she couldn't see what Raven was going to do next! Raven threw a body blow right to Yang's abdomen, causing her to crouch over at the impact. Raven hit like a truck, although that was already proven the previous day.
Raven smiled, as she then threw a right hook to a open Yang. Yang's mouth spit out saliva, and her head snapped to the side.
Raven stayed on her toes, but she gave her daughter some breathing room. She hopped backwards ever so slightly. Just out of arms reach.
"*Cough* What the hell, Raven?" Yang coughed as she complained at the sudden attack.
"You're learning blocking. How can you learn it without physically doing it?" Raven asked a question while staying in her own stance.
"Grr..." Yang's anger bubbled. She growled quietly, staying as silent as she could.
Raven smiled as she began to throw punches and punches again. Yang, this time, stayed vigilant of Raven's movements. As more and more jabs and hooks were thrown, Yang's arms began to weaken a little. Her endurance was low. Then, Raven threw another body blow.
'No you don't-!' Yang thought to herself. A sudden rush of adrenaline flowed through all her body! Yang felt her muscles moving at a much faster speed! She moved her right glove downward. She turned her hand to the right. Now the bottom of her glove was facing the mat.
'What?!' Raven's expression changed from entertained to shocked as Yang's fist blocked the blow that Raven threw. And Raven couldn't stop her fist, either. When the gloves tapped, Yang then took action. She cocked back a left, and her left foot stepped in. Yang's right arm came back up to her face, touching her cheek, just like how Raven showed her. Then, within an instant, Raven's head snapped to the left, just like Yang before. Raven stumbled back; Not because the punch hurt, but because she needed a second to collect her thoughts.
"How did-?" Raven paused and wiped something from her lip. It was saliva. No blood yet. Her attention turned form her glove back to Yang. "You little...!"
Raven approached again, throwing punch after punch. Again, Yang exceeded expectations! She began to...
Dodge!
Yang was weaving her head and body around as if she were trained to do so! She didn't do any previous training the night before, not after Raven worked her to the bone! But, Yang was forgetting about her stiffness. She was forgetting about her anger towards her mother. She was...
Having fun.
Yang was getting more and more excited with each blow she blocked and dodged. Raven threw a right hook? Yang used her arm to block it, then countered with a right cross of her own. Raven dodged it, since she could see that coming. Raven threw a left hook? Yang dodged under it, Raven's fist only hitting Yang's golden locks.
Everything Raven was doing, Yang was countering. It was incredible.
Raven threw one more left hook aimed for Yang's cheek. Yang ducked under it again, and Raven could only see Yang's sports bra and a bit of her backbone. Yang then stepped in quicker than normal, and turned her foot to the right. Then, she threw a left right into Raven's side. It caused Raven to back up. This time she was a little in pain. Then, Yang advanced. She kept her fists close to her face, but she abandoned her stance, keeping her left hand away from her face. But in the moment, it didn't matter to Yang. Yang threw a right hook, but Raven dodged it. Then Yang threw a left hook, Raven also dodged it. Then, Yang used up the remainder of her stamina to throw a volley of punches at her mother. They were mainly jabs and hooks, no body blows. She just wanted to aim for the head.
But Raven kept bobbing and weaving. She didn't take a single hit. The back of Raven's feet moved upwards. She was now on the tips of her toes.
And in the perfect moment, when Yang stared to slow down, Raven stepped forward and threw a massive uppercut aimed straight for Yang's chin. Yang couldn't block it. She was too tired to. So she took the hit head on, and fell to the floor.
But...what just happened?! They had a little...sparring session...
"*Pant* *Pant*" Yang tried to catch her breath.
"You didn't block it." Raven got out of her stance. She lowered her fists.
"Way to kick a man when he's down." Yang hissed back at her mother. "But... *Pant* how was that.."
'You definitely surprised me. In more ways than one. But how did you know all of that?! Instinct?' Raven thought to herself before answering: "Good. Very good. Better than I thought." Raven emotionlessly responded.
"That's it?! No recognition, no "Wow, Yang! Amazing!" Just...Good?!" Yang got to her feet.
"Yeah, that's all." Raven nodded her head in confirmation.
"GRRR...!" Yang's teeth grinded against one another. She clenched her fists inside her gloves. She threw one more punch, but Raven beat her to it. Throwing a jab that was so precise that it caused Yang to topple back down.
"I wouldn't try that again." Raven defiantly announced. Yang went silent yet again. She didn't say a word. Yang got up, and they continued yet again.
Later...
Seemingly 6 hours later, Yang and Raven practiced blocking and kind of worked on dodging without saying what she needed to do. Yang didn't listen to her mother's advice. Work on just blocking? Nah. Yang wanted to take a step farther. Soon enough, the two began to spar without even intending it. Although Raven won every time. Yang didn't even get a hit in later on.
When Yang left the building, Raven was astonished. How is it that is blonde monkey who was her daughter, could be standing defiant and go toe to toe with her? Something didn't add up. Either that, or Yang was one fast learner.
A VERY fast learner.
When Yang drove back home, she once again, checked the mail. And what she saw surprised her. Within two days she's already got another match set up. The little note had something extra to it, this time.
'Guess the fans really like you. They were raving about you, from what we heard.'
And with that, came the name of Yang's next opponent:
Bridget Dukes.
Interesting name for a tough opponent.
But then, Yang didn't know how to get in contact with Raven. She knew that if you had a couch they had to...coach you during a match, so Yang turned back around, wondering if she should go back into the city real quick and notify Raven. Then, she received a text on her Scroll. Yang pulled out her Scroll and read the message to herself:
'I'll see you at the building.'
It was from an unknown number, but Yang knew that it was Raven. How did she get her number?!
Yang was shocked, but she couldn't let this get to her. She had a fight to prepare for.
Later that night, around 10:30, Yang helped her sister pick their dad up and bring him to bed, and when Ruby finally fell asleep, Yang snuck out of the house with her equipment in her bag. She wrapped the strap around her chest, and drove into the city.
When arriving, Raven was smoking a cigarette, while leaning up on the wall frame near the door. Yang parked Bumblebee nearby, and hopped off.
Yang removed the strap from her chest and held the bag in her right hand.
"You ready?" Raven asked her daughter, while putting out the cigarette. She threw it near the street. That in itself angered Yang slightly.
"No consideration for the environment?" Yang annoyingly scolded her mother.
This wasn't good. The two were bickering over such trivial matters. This certainly wasn't improving their relationship.
"Just go in." Raven smacked Yang's back in retribution after Yang raised her voice.
The two walked down the stairs together, just as Yang did a couple days ago. When the two reached the bottom of the stairwell, Yang led Raven to where they were last time. Yang and Raven were in the dressing room this time, and Yang went into the corner to change. She tried to find anywhere that covered up her body before she did.
"You scared I'd snap a picture of your butt or something?" Raven questioned Yang's choice to find somewhere to cover herself up.
"Can you just shut up?" Yang sighed and hissed at her trainer while taking off her clothes.
"You know, I have a question." Raven spoke up as she began to walk towards one of the benches in the room.
"What's that." Yang continued to growl. She HATED talking to her mom.
"How is it that you did what you did today?" Raven needed this answered. It's been nagging at her for so long. Yang took off her jacket and shirt, revealing part of her breasts. She then reached down, grabbing some clothing. It looked like her top.
"I thought about what a fighter would do. I didn't think about what I would do, what you would do; What an actual fighter would do." Yang said as she began to put her arms up and put on her sports bra.
"You saying I'm not a real fighter?" Raven objected to Yang's comment.
"No." Yang simply responded as she began to take off her shorts.
Raven nodded her head, understanding what Yang was saying. She just needed to know about the strike of...brilliance Yang showed a few hours prior.
Within 10 minutes, Yang was ready to fight. Raven helped out by wrapping Yang's fists in cloth. Afterwards, Raven helped Yang out by strapping on her gloves. Raven tapped Yang's gloves together. Yang nodded her head, signifying she was ready.
After the two finished preparations, Yang began to walk out towards the underground ring with her new trainer. Raven followed, letting Yang lead. Yang looked around, seeing the huge crowd of men, them shouting and screaming her name along with her opponent. Voices filled the underground arena, as Yang approached the ring. She stepped up the stairs and Raven opened the ropes for her. Yang ducked under and entered into the square circle. Soon after, her opponent, a long haired brunette came into the ring.
Miss Bridget Dukes had her hair in a ponytail. She had worn a black sports bra for this occasion, as well as black shorts and shoes. As for her gloves, they were red. She was actually really well toned. Yang never had seen a girl who had worked out this much.
Raven smacked her daughter's back as Yang began to walk towards the center. Bridget did as well. Bridget and Yang met at the center, staring into each other's eyes. Once again, the giant crowd swarmed the two fighters with constant screams. They wanted them to live out their wildest dreams. But the two battle-borns ignored their pleas and just stared into each other's eyes. But Bridget spoke.
"You actually need someone to help you?" Bridget chuckled slightly at Yang. "Pathetic."
Yang stayed silent. She wasn't answering to her.
Then, a thundering slam hit Yang's fists. Bridget smashed her gloves onto her opponent's.
"Why not just give up now?" Bridget spat at Yang. Yang's cheek was now covered a tiny bit in saliva. This bitch just SPIT on her!
Yang's rage bubbled. She let her temper get the better of her, and she head butted her opponent right then and there. Their heads conked, and Bridget backed away a bit. Fans in the audience roared in delight, getting some tension between two hot chicks already. Finally, Yang and Bridget walked back to their corners and awaited the bell to pound some heads in.
When Yang went back to her corner, Raven scolded her by saying "You let your temper get the better of you again. Seriously?!" Raven shouted as she had her hands on the ropes, screaming at her trainee.
"Just-! Be QUIET!" Yang has had enough of Raven's shit and just let loose. Her eyes turned crimson red. She got right up in her mother's face, wanting to pound it sooooo badly!
*DING!*
It would have to wait. Yang turned back around and put up her fists. She was in the orthodox stance just like her mother had taught her. Raven nodded her head, happy that Yang's following her example.
Yang and Bridget came closer and closer until-
BAM!
Bridget got the first hit in; A jab to Yang's cheek. And it wasn't good already. Bridget hit harder than any fighter she's faced before. Well, not as hard as Raven, but pretty damn close. Yang follows up by putting up her guard immediately. Bridget retaliated by throwing a body blow straight for Yang's abdomen. It was wide open. Yang didn't even try to defend it.
Raven already began to sigh. She placed her fingers on her forehead.
Yang stumbled backwards, catching herself right before her back hit the corner. Bridget advanced, smiling with glee at her opponent. She was weak. She couldn't fight back. Yang kept her guard up, hoping to block whatever hit Bridget threw. Bridget's right arm flew towards Yang's face. But...she had her guard up. Why attack?
Then, in an instant, Bridget disappeared from sight. She ducked below.
It was a feint!
Raven's eyes perched up with this reveal. She was interested again. Yang's eyes quickly found Bridget, bringing her right arm up for a hit to the side. But Yang responded immediately. She wasn't letting this girl get any more hits. The same adrenaline burst that began earlier started up again. Yang's right arm retaliated Bridget's blow by blocking it. Then, with the same arm, Yang ducked down to get to her level, then she stepped in, and threw a right hook, hitting Bridget's cheek!
And it really hurt her.
The impact caused Bridget's head to jerk sideways as spit escaped her mouth. The crowd in an uproar, wanting to see more. With that hit, Yang may have turned the tide, just like with Emily like last time.
Bridget stopped herself, and used her glove to wipe off the spit next to her mouth. And when the fighter's eyes locked, she laughed.
"Oh, this is gonna be FUN!" Bridget advanced back again. Yang charged as well, and the two met with an explosive entrance. Bridget threw a perfect right cross onto Yang's face, while Yang retaliated with a hit to Bridget's abdomen. Then the two were in a volley war. Both girls were throwing volleys with everything they got. Yang, however, was taking less hits. Why? She was actively dodging and weaving around. While Bridget was staying still, just letting every hit to her face, side, or abs hit. She was tanking all the damage, but how much could she take?
Yang then stepped in with her left foot, it slammed on the ground, making a booming sound. Her right fist was cocked back, ready to bang Bridget on the chin. As the fist got closer and closer, Raven got more and more interested. Yang's doing really good. Better than expected. Bridget's chin then was smashed by Yang's fist. The whole punch went through. Bridget's chin, though...
It didn't move.
She trained that chin. Really well. So after Yang's punch, Bridget smiled once again, and CRUSHED Yang's face with a haymaker.
Yang's body jolted backwards, her whole body slamming onto the corner. She began to lean on the ropes, and then Bridget made her move. She advanced, and while Yang was leaning over, arms wrapped around the ropes, Bridget released all her anger on her blonde opponent. Hooks were only thrown as Yang's head jerked to the left and right with each hit. Spit and blood began to fly across the ring. Only from her mouth at first, then a couple cuts began to show.
Bridget finally stopped after around 20 seconds.
But Yang fell.
Her second fight, she lost.
The bell rang, and Bridget threw her arms up in victory, taunting her near unconscious opponent.
As Yang looked at the blinding lights, she began to think:
'Do I really want to do this? Is THIS what I want to do with my life now?'
And with that, Yang passed out.