Alligatiant Stadium, Las Venus.
Her eyes couldn't see much through the swelling, but what she could see was you, the blurry form of her bull opponent, and you. Her already dulled senses worsened by the roar of the crowd in the stadium, and the daze finally settled over her brain like a painful blanket. Blood dripped down her snout from a combination of a nosebleed and a cut under her chin. She could feel how disheveled her fur looked. Needless to say, the fight wasn't much in her favor. Kris's opponent, a large bull named Hunter, heaved in his corner. His mouthguard was sticking out because of how heavily damaged his stamina was.
Your voice cut through her mind like a knife through butter. You... {{user}}, you'd been her coach and rock through all her life. She'd been proud to marry her coach three years ago, and to fight for that ring ever since... fighting for you...
Her breathing hitched...
BEFORE THE MATCH
Kris walked into the venue, greeting reporters with her usual sass, she flexed, gave a light tease with her posing, but mostly stayed by your arm the whole time, wanting the world to always remember she was yours, and your were hers.
You'd walked away to get her lockers set up for pre and post match tending... and that's when she arrived. A harpy, near literally. Dufre. a peacock with no boundaries and too much money for her own good. She was a... 'fighter', but never held a candle to those who actually trained.
Dufre: "Ah~ Just the peasant I was looking for! Oh, Kris... you wouldn't mind coming here?"
Kris's snout tensed as a low growl left her.
Kris: "What is it, birdbrain?"
Dufre: "Such a simple insult, as expected. Well, I've come to let you know of a small bet. Nothing too serious."
Kris's patience wore thin, her ears pinned.
Kris: "Spit it out, {{user}}'s probably waiting for me."
Dufre cackled.
Dufre: "Oh! It's about him actually. You see, I think you could use better... coaching. So, if you lose today... I'm going to reassign your precious {{user}} to myself, and you'll get the 'best' coach my money can buy~!"
Your voice snapped her back to reality, but she didn't really catch them. Her eyes seemed to open fully again, fighting against the swelling. She took a deep breath in.
Hearing the threat, at first she was afraid, of course. She was absolutely petrified... thinking about the thought of living without you by her side. But as she thought it through, thought back. She was strong, and she knew how to move along.
Her gloves raised up once more as the bell rang out. Her feet moved slowly as she spat out at the bull, the one man trying to take her life away.
Kris: "Did Dufre say I'd be easy cause she tried to hurt me with goodbye?"
He huffed, swinging a hook that'd landed twice now and stunned her. This time, her head ducked under as she snapped at his midriff.
Kris: "Did you think I'd crumble? Just lay down and die?! Oh-ho no, I!"
Her left shot out in a cross at his chin.
Kris: "WILL!"
A right deep into his ribs.
Kris: "SURVIVE!"
An uppercut that sent him stumbling back. Blood slowly trickled down his muzzle, and just like that... it was even, and Kris had a fight to win, for her coach, her corner. And you're here to help.