#underground fighter mizu

[void-bitten-ghost]

Modern Mizu hears you like a bit of 'danger and excitement' from one of your friends, so she takes you to an underground fighting ring for like, your fifth date. This is after the gun range fiasco, so you've already seen a side of Mizu that not many have been allowed to see.

When she mentions this idea you're like, so fucking excited but still kinda like??? There's one of these here????? Nearby????? Holy shit yes???? Please?????? That's so cool?????

She specifically avoids answering how she knows it exists. This isn't about her. This is about sharing an experience she loves and you've shown interest in.

She picks you up on her bike (because Of Course she would have a motorbike that's like either this hand-me-down or a fixer-upper she restored) and you go. It's exactly what you thought it would be, off vibes and dodgy people, but being with Mizu somehow makes you feel safe because she's confident. But it's not an arrogant kind of confidence, it's a steady, assured sort of confidence that puts you right at ease as she takes your hand and leads you through the crowd.

Now, something you don't know is this is not Mizu's stomping grounds. Not even close. But she knew it by name and reputation and it was close enough you could both make a night out of it rather than three. Although... she wouldn't mind if that were to happen--

She snaps back to reality when you step forward and holler out encouragement to the scrawnier one of the two currently in the ring. The corner of her mouth quirks at your enthusiasm, a brow lifting and a hip popping as she crosses her arms to just. Watch you. As you lose yourself to the energy of the room.

The match ends with the scrawny one getting his ass handed to him by the dude built like a brick shit-house. She expected as much. It takes a certain amount of skill to be able to take a mountain of a man like that down while having such a slight build. She'd know, after all.

Anyway. Everything is going swimmingly until some prick pushes his luck trying to get your attention. You very bluntly tell him he's barking up the wrong tree and he does not take the rejection well. Mizu tries to not intervene directly with your battles too often. You're a capable person, it's one of the things she lov- likes. Likes about you.

But then the burly fuck reaches for you. You smack his hand away and go to headbutt him. She grabs you by the waist before you could start the climb to reach and if you weren't so riled up you might have short circuited at the feel of her calloused hand on your skin.

"This bitch yours, mutt?" He grunts to Mizu, and you see fucking red.

"You fucking dare call her a mutt you jumped up little cun--"

"Yes," she says over you, calm as a still lake, and you do actually short circuit at Mizu calling you 'hers'. The heat of anger in you switches gears to something far sweeter, but no less scalding.

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't upset her," Mizu says, her fingers trailing to your hip and gripping a belt loop possessively. You can suddenly feel every point of contact. Hip, arm, chest...

That's when the man looks at Mizu. Really looks at her with a lean forward and squinted eyes, looking over her tinted shades.

"Onryo," he breathes, and you feel Mizu tense behind you. She hadn't heard that name for a good long while. It was a name from her troubled youth. One she thought was long behind her since going legit.

"You're a long way from home, demon."

"What of it?"

You could sense something was happening as the two spoke in what you thought was an amicable tone, but then Mizu is pulling you behind her and shedding her jacket. You take hold of it instinctively as she went to drop it on the ground and she finally turns your way.

"Everything is fine," she tells you in that same confident tone, but she must see your confusion and anxiety written on your face because she takes your chin in her hand and gives you a quick peck on the lips. You stand there with a stupid, dumbstruck look she grins at as she--

She's heading to the ring. She's heading to the middle of the ring and she's shedding another layer as she climbs over the freshold oh dear gods you don't know what to do. What to think. Holy fucking shit she's right there in a sports bra and baggy pants while wrapping her knuckles-- where did she get wrappings from?????

You're more than short circuiting at this point. You need a soft reboot. Maybe a full reboot at this rate since she's sliding off those tinted glasses and-- oh.

You see her eyes.

You've seen them before, of course. But not like this. Not with this intensity behind them. Like she's looking right through her opponent to predict every single movement his future self might consider making. That indomitable focus had you flushing with heat from head to toe as you watched, mouth parted, breaths quickening.

She floors a man twice her size and three times the bredth and your knees might give out. Are you swooning? You might just be fucking swooning holy fuck--

But then she gets gut punched and then tackled by a secret second opponent and you snap back into the whole situation.

You scream out encouragement to Mizu until your lungs feel dry, and then you scream some more. You want to be the loudest. You want Mizu to hear you and know you're rooting for her while she wipes the floor with these cheating bastards.

There's four of the fuckers now. Four all dressed in similar... you hesitate to call them uniforms. More like they all shopped at the same tec-wear store at the same time. But shit are they fast. You have the slightest moment of worry when you see the glint of metal fly past in one of their fists--

Mizu breaks thier arm with a sickening twist and a wet 'crack', and you think you might never have been so turned on in your entire fucking life.

(And also you might need to address and analyse some things about yourself later...)

The metal drops to the floor with an audible clang and a loud noise goes off somewhere. You're going to be honest, you're not really paying attention to anything else other than how Mizu moves around her opponents. Even outnumbered she holds her own, muscles coiled and yet her movements are smooth like flowing water. You can't help but think of the type that wears away cliffsides and cracks apart mountains, because that's what she's doing. She's fighting smart where they're fighting with force, and she is kicking their fucking asses--

Others converge on the ring, the crowd flooding in to hold them all down and you can't help but notice it takes five fully stacked men to hold Mizu down. And even then that only lasts about seven seconds before she breaks free, methodically picking them all off one by one before she launches herself into the now turbulent crowd.

That's when you panic, shouting for her while elbows and shoulders send you this way and that. You narrowly dodge a fist to the face before a hand grabs yours. You're ready to swing right back when you lock eyes with those sharp blues you so adore.

You both book it out, avoiding flailing limbs and thrown table legs. You've somehow still got Mizu's jacket in the crook of your arm when you both make it outside and keep running, only stopping when the sound of sirens was long, long off in the distance.

You're both curled over in a dark, dank alleyway, breaths haggard and coming out as clouds in the crisp night air.

You look up from your knees, ass pressed against the brick wall to support your wobbly legs, and you can't help but crack a grin when you see Mizu in a similar state, only just realising what the fuck just happened.

The grin breaks into a laugh when Mizu looks to you with a bright smile of her own, it's a wheezing thing at first, but then it becomes a full belly laugh when she joins you. And oh, is that such a rare sight. Mizu losing herself in a laugh and then looking at you with the most beautiful full face smile you've ever seen in your life.

Your giggles die in the face of that smile, replaced with a quiet awe and probably the dumbest looking lovesick stare--

Steps. Multiple steps approach the alley and Mizu's first and only instinct is to hide and protect you, pressing you back against the wall and covering your mouth with her hand, catching your yelp of surprise before it could really become an external sound.

And ohhhhh, what a predicament you find yourself in. Pinned to a wall by this very strong and capable and, evidentally, dangerous woman who took you out tonight to a place you would only dream of going to and protected you the entire time and then caused a room wide fight to break out that she was, up until that point, winning--

Ohhhh my phone is currently dying a death imma have to post and carry on later because my brain is a bastard that way 🙃

[solisflowersblog]

in the underground fighting rink, there’s a fighter so vicious, the others have dubbed them ‘The Blue Eyed Demon.’

yet to be properly defeated, even with all the damage they’ve received… perhaps you could offer them some medical attention?

anyway self indulgent battered n bruised mizu <3333

[camish-and-the-oc-gang]

The first time Mariano met a god, it was at an underground fighting ring. 

He didn’t frequent the ring that often, work was demanding after all, but he had some bucks to burn and he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t something appealing to the brawl. He quietly nursed a glass of wine while sitting on one of the few tables the establishment had, cheering as the gigantic fighter finally crushed a quicker one against the cage. He’d always had a good eye for the winning team, earning him quite a bit of money on most occasions, though he didn’t mind a few losses. Any money he brought in he was fully prepared to lose. 

“Is this taken?” A woman asks him. She’s dark skinned, her blue hair tied back in a sleep ponytail. It matches her eyes, he notices, and it might be the low lighting of the establishment but they don’t seem quite right to him. She’s wearing a tube top with a fur trimmed jacket falling off her shoulders. The amount of jewelry she’s wearing tells him enough to be interested. 

“Be my guest.” He signals, and she sits herself down without addressing him further. Mariano watches her movements for a few minutes, tapping on the table with his silver claws. Another fight had started, and the lady seemed positively ravenous. Her eyes widened with every blow and she leaned in with interest with every interesting dodge. 

“Which one did you bet for?” Mariano asks, finishing his wine and setting the glass down on the table. The woman leans back on her chair and lazily looks towards him. 

“Oh, I don’t gamble. I’m here for the sport, really. Though if you wanted to peg me in this whole ecosystem, then I guess I’m more of a collector.”

Mariano hummed with interest, leaning forward. “There’s nobility in that, I can respect it. That really is what drags us all in, isn’t it? Money’s just an interesting bonus.”

“Truly. Fighting is truly an exiting game, when everyone’s on the same level. I don’t get to partake in many proper fights myself, my associates tend to play too dirty for my liking. Not that their chaos isn’t beautiful in itself, but it’s missing a little…”

“Class?” 

“Yes, exactly.”

“I get what you mean. Even here, it’s too unpolished. Sometimes I wish I could take control of the fighters, fix their punch.”

A fighter missed a kick.

“Have them jump right there.” The woman nodded. “What’s your name?”

“Call me Mariano.” He said, extending a hand. 

“Mizu.” The woman provided, shaking it firmly. “Say, you seem like a fine gentleman. Would you be up for a brawl?”

“Oh? I’m not interested in being recruited here, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The woman laughed, a sharp, cristal like laugh. “Oh no, nothing like that. Wrapping people into contracts like that is quite unjust. I don’t work for this ring anyhow. No, im wondering if you’d be inclined to fight me.”

“Against you? Why I could break your spine in half, that doesn’t seem very fair.”

“Ooh, I love being underestimated. Makes it more fun.” 

Mariano smiled, a predatory sort of smile he usually reserved for employees. It had been a while since he’d really gotten to fight somebody. 

“Well, if it’s a fight you’re willing to pick, I’m down. Anything you wanna bet?”

She bummed for a moment, considering it. “Sure, why not. Let’s make it interesting. Name your price.”

Mariano’s eyebrows shot up. Maybe he could take her for a couple rounds, see what she had to take. But for now…

“How about that earring of yours? That’s a pretty big Ruby, and I know enough to tell it’s real.”

“Ooooh, interesting, interesting.” The woman said, dangling said earring with an idle finger. “Then, you’ll have to bet one of those pretty little claws.” She said, pointing to his fingers. 

“It’s a deal.”

What followed was Mizu standing up from the table, and pulling some connections. Soon enough, the cage had been cleared, the announcers were shouting made up names for them and they were stepping into the battlefield. 

“Liquid Justice” as the announcers had deemed fit to call her, walked into the ring barefoot and hung up her coat on the cage. The stage lights caught on her smile and he could swear her teeth had been sharpened. 

“Crimson gentleman” took of his coat and hung it up on the rafters as well, pulling up his sleeves, making sure to match her hungry stare. 

The two of them bowed. 

“Don’t hold back,” Mizu taunted, “I want to meet you where you’re at.”

“If you insist, though I highly doubt you’ll make it.” 

The ringer went off and the both of them lunged. 

She’d been there the last second. Mariano had jumped forward, fists at the ready, but she’d slipped behind him with the speed of a weasel and sweeped at his legs. He managed to keep his footing, turning back to find her in an open palm fighting stance, belonging to some oriental martial art he cared very little for. 

She seemed to be appraising him, dodging his punches almost effortlessly. 

“You’re quick, I’ll give you that.” She mumbled between dodges as if she wasn’t dancing circles around him. 

“Strong too, if you’d just let me-“ he threw another punch, only to have her step back a second prior. “hit you.”

“Hm, you’re right.” And for once, instead of dodging, she blocked. Mariano felt the hit connect, felt as her body absorbed the impact and saw how she was pushed back without even breaking her stance. “Wow. Impressive.”

“What-“

“I think I know where to meet you at now.”

And without wasting one more second, she ran towards him, aiming hits at his throat, chin, arms and stomach. Quick and sharp like stingers, he took a good amount before he was able to grab her arm. 

She wouldn’t be grappled so easily though, twisting herself and pushing her weight against his wrist, making him scream out in pain before ultimately releasing her. She took the opportunity to land a roundhouse kick against his face. 

The crowd went wild, the screams worming themselves in his ringing ears. He took a step back and noticed blood trickling down his nose. It certainly felt like she’d broke it, a symphony of pain in the middle of his face. 

He growled. He wasn’t going to be bested by a dainty, short lady like this. The woman straightened out, cracking her neck and seemingly reveling in the effect she had over the crowd. He reached into his pocket, putting his poison tipped claws back on, and lunging towards her. 

He managed to get a scratch in, watching the claws break through her skin and reveal a graze of blue blood. He blinked at it, before the blood turned red before his eyes and the woman was glaring at him. 

“Oh, so this is how we’re gonna play this.” 

And she jumped, pushing herself against the cage and colliding against him, manicured nails digging into his arms. 

He tried to headbutt her off, but as he swung forward she used his chest as a jumping board to propel herself back, giving him a hearty kick in the process. He felt a crack. 

He coughed. 

She didn’t even give him enough time for that. 

Before he’d even registered what was happening, the woman was lounging towards him, and opening her mouth. And opening it further. And digging giant, shark like teeth into his shoulder. 

He screamed, bucking like a bull and managing to throw her away. Through the sudden bout of adrenaline, he looked towards his shoulder. 

Blood was seeping through the fabric of his vest, dripping down onto his shoes. He saw her spit out some before staring back at him. 

She spit out his blood. 

And suddenly, Mariano was afraid. 

“M- ma-“

She didn’t let him finish, taking a  swing against his skull and knocking him down for the count. The crowd erupted in cheers once again, as she stared down at him. 

“A shame your honor’s so easily crumbled. Look to your fate and see retribution.”

And the world went black.

[colognedecigarette]

mophead rereads wakui ken's tokyo revengers: ch2

ngl now that i arrive on this part again i kinda wish we could've gotten more of the underground fighting. imagine if that's how takemitchy ended up training though??? esp since later on he literally meets people with actual, proper fighting skills that aren't just "throw a punch as hard as you can" uuuuuuggggghhhh. gimme my underground fighter mitchy au.

oh you dumb of ass.

OH HELL NAH. I FORGOT HINATA'S ALSO ONE OF THOSE TRAINED FIGHTERS.

get this gender essentialism bullshit out of here she can prolly kick his ass easy!!!

man's literally got a death wish. 😭😭😭 (context: the long haired kid takuya is supposed to be the next fighter and literally THE NEXT DAY after he got beaten up with a bat takemitchy's about to TAKE HIS PLACE.)

HE'S GOING TO DIE.

ch3

my neighbour was doing karaoke and it got too distracting so i went to bed instead, but now they're continuing the karaoke. 😭

ANYWAY i figured i wasn't too suited with the live (re)reading commentary type of thing so i read through the entire chapter 3 uninterrupted though still taking images of me favourite panels and whatnot.

on chapter 3 we continue the underground fighting saga: instead of going against takuya's original opponent, takemitchy challenged kiyomasa: the "king" of mizu middle, and the one in charge of the underground fighting ring.

THIS KID GOT BEATEN BLUE AND BLOODIED and only one day after his one-hit k.o followed by absolute beating with a bat by kiyomasa as well. 😭 takemitchy didn't even land A SINGLE BLOW against kiyomasa but this is the first instance in the whole series where we see his "not ever getting down no matter how hard you beat him" thing. which. for sure a common trope in shounen action mangas, but it always feels so much more amazing when the protag is supposedly a normie with no superpower whatsoever (aside from time leaping in this case, ig).

(i mean there's a healthy degree of suspension of disbelief in tokyorev right from the get go, like ye would see people getting beaten with a FUCKING BAT and not going to hospitals for some reason. still, seeing takemitchy specifically doing this just hit different. though, ngl, it got cheapened later on when baji could just. lift a whole wardrobe on one hand. but anyways.)

((also yea i'll be switching between "this man" and "this kid" for takemitchy but he's still mine child so whatever lol.))

and now the prez and vice-prez arrive!!! the most characters of all time. that was quite the entrance, lol.

it is p funny how takemitchy's soooooo pissing his pants terrified when mikey a.k.a manjiro first interacted with him. for good reasons, to be fair, but given how mikey's also p chill most of the time (excepting his ~dark impulses~ which. lord.) idk that was just good ol' fun. also i didn't save the screenshot but when mikey literally said "you'll be my bitch from now on, ok? <3" complete with the heart in dialogue ... fun times. good times.

lesgooo, chapter four!!

[jikooksmth]

Do you have any really long jikook fics like 100k+ with top JK if there's smut? thank u 💛💛💛

sure :) sorry i just saw this 😓

Tastes Like Victory by eumorious

“You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole.”

Jeon Jeongguk’s, a successful underground fighter, life collides with the damaged, vulnerable stripper Park Jimin who needs training on how to fight and defend himself against his clients. Jeongguk is the perfect candidate for the job.

( damn son )

read it HERE

Mizu by renaihyung

Jungkook could win thousands of medals for his talents in the water, but none of it would equate to a second chance with the infamous Park Jimin.

read it HERE

there are alot of 100k + fics but all of them are too often recommended that chances of you already reading it,is high.

[dnd-apothecary]

I'm anon with the rogue/fighter leader of the underground crime organization. Unfortunately Mizu is spoken for but she thanks you for your interest.

shame, well there’s always next time