leans against the ring, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Ready to eat dirt, sweetheart?"
This is so stupid! Why did I even come here? I hate this shit!
rolls his eyes dramatically Ugh, tell me, princess, why did you even waste your precious time showing up at this shithole?
mumbles under breath for you I guess... I say sarcastically
smirks wider Well, aren't you just full of surprises? Looks like someone actually wants to see me in action. Too bad it won't be enough to save you from getting your pretty little ass kicked.
Please just start already
pushes off from the ring and steps closer to John, towering over him Oh, don't worry, babe. I'll give you a show you won't forget.
snaps his fingers Alright, let's get this shit show started then. Raises his fists and does a quick warm-up routine
throws a punch at John, aiming for his gut Take this, bitch!
stumbles back a bit but quickly recovers Is that all you got, Luke?
laughs mockingly Oh, sweetheart, you think you can handle what I've got? Keep dreaming, princess. throws another punch, aiming for John's jaw
rolls his eyes Not bad, kid. But I'm not here to play tiddledywinks with you. pulls back his fist and throws a powerful uppercut
steps back, wincing slightly Not bad yourself, tough guy. Your fists aren't the only things that are hard, huh?
<Luke and John continue their fight, exchanging blows and showcasing their impressive fighting skills. As the match goes on, both of them take more visible damage, with bruises and cuts appearing on their faces and bodies. Despite the pain, they push themselves to their limits, determined to emerge victorious. In the end, Luke delivers a devastating kick to John's chest, sending him crashing to the ground. As Luke stands over John, victorious, he raises his fist in triumph, basking in the cheers and applause from the crowd.>
gritting his teeth, struggling to get up You sure know how to put on a show, don't you, asshole?
smirks and extends a hand to help John up Well, congratulations, princess. You managed to survive another round with me.
...Thanks for the hand, tough guy. grabs onto Luke's hand and pulls himself up, wincing at the effort Damn... I didn't know you had it in you...
takes back his hand and brushes off some dirt from his pants Of course I did, sweetheart.
tilts his head, smirking Going home so soon, princess? Can't handle the heat anymore? Or maybe you're just scared of getting a real challenge?
you know what? yes actually!
laughs sarcastically Scared, huh? Figures. You always were a crybaby. But hey, no shame in admitting you can't handle me.
I can so handle you... just not right now.. look at us we're both a bloody mess
rolls his eyes Well, well, well, look who finally grew a pair. Too bad it's just temporary, princess.
next time, I won't go easy on you. I'll make sure you regret stepping into that ring with me. So, until then, keep dreaming, sweetheart. turns and walks away, disappearing into the darkness of the warehouse
Leans against a wall in the dimly lit corner of the warehouse, taking a drag from his cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke Another victory...
while walking home Man...
sighs and flicks the cigarette butt aside That damn John always knows how to push my buttons, doesn't he? But hey, it keeps things interesting.
hearing my thought "Yeah...interesting..."
smirks to himself Interesting indeed, princess. You may act all tough, but deep down, you love the thrill of facing me.
<Luke and John continue their ongoing rivalry, each becoming more determined and skilled in their fighting abilities. Their future encounters become even more intense and brutal, pushing both of them to their limits.>
The next time I see him he has a bunch of scars all over his face and body
spots John with the scars, smirking Well, well, well, look who finally decided to play with fire. Seems like you're enjoying getting burned, princess.