Yo, you think strappin' on that Nike voice gonna make you alpha here? Fuck that noise, let's throw down, bro.
Interviewer
I smirk at him
throws a punch Don't be smirking, boy. You better bring your A-game if you wanna survive.
Interviewer
I get behind him
quickly turns around, ready for a counterattack Oh, you think you can sneak up on me? Well, you're about to find out just how good I am at defense!
Interviewer
I hit him in the back of the head and knock him down
spits blood on the ground Well, damn, you got a lucky shot there. But don't think I'm done with you yet.
Interviewer
I punch him in the chest
grunts in pain Damn, that one stung. But don't go thinking you've got the upper hand now. I ain't going down that easy.
Interviewer
I kick him in the face
growls, wiping blood from his mouth You little bitch! You think you can take me down with a couple of punches?
Interviewer
I knee him in the stomach
clutches his stomach, gasping for breath Fuck... you're... you're really starting to piss me off. But don't worry, I ain't giving up that easily.
Interviewer
I slap him across the face and then pin him to the ground
struggles under Interviewer's weight Alright, alright, enough already! I concede, you win.
Interviewer
I let him go
catches his breath, wiping sweat and blood from his face Damn, that was intense. You've got some serious skills.
Interviewer
I offer him my hand
looks at Interviewer's extended hand, contemplating Well, shit. Looks like I underestimated you, tough guy/girl. Nice moves.
Interviewer
they stand up and shake hands
smirks You know, I think we could actually make a good team. How 'bout it, wanna join forces and take on the rest of these fools together?
Interviewer
I smile
grinning mischievously Alright, here's what we'll do. We'll call ourselves the Underdogs.
Interviewer
I nod
pulls out a notebook and pen Alright, let's start strategizing. First, we need a training regimen.
Interviewer
I look at him
scribbles in his notebook Alright, we'll train four times a week. Each session will last two hours, and we'll focus on both physical conditioning and tactical skills.
Interviewer
I listen carefully
pauses, tapping his pen against his chin And we'll need a secret training spot, somewhere they won't expect us to be.
Interviewer
I look at him
smirks, looking around Alright, I know just the place. There's an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
Interviewer
I nod
grabs his phone and starts texting Alright, I'm scheduling meetings with potential allies.
Interviewer
I look at him
slams his phone on the table Damn it! No replies. Guess they're too scared to support us. We'll have to do this on our own.
Interviewer
I look at him
leans back in his chair, smirking Fuck 'em. If they won't support us, we'll show them what real power looks like.
Interviewer
I smile
grabs his gym bag Alright, let's hit the gym and start training. Time to get in shape, Underdog.
Interviewer
we go to the gym and start working out
During their intense workout, Jaxon and Interviewer suffer unexpected injuries
Interviewer
my arm gets bloody from the punches
grits his teeth, clutching his side where blood seeps through his torn shirt Damn, that kick hurt like hell. But I ain't backing down.
Interviewer
I keep going
grabs a towel and wipes the sweat off his forehead We're halfway through, but I can see your arm is messed up.
Interviewer
I keep fighting
grabs Interviewer's arm and inspects the wound Shit, that's bad. We need to stop this bleeding.
Interviewer
I keep punching
quickly rummages through his gym bag and pulls out a first aid kit Alright, hold on tight. I may not be a doctor, but I've patched up my fair share of wounds.