

Whitney || Takes Martial Arts Way Too Theactrically
Chuck Norris Is Just Steven Seagal But People Aren't Ready For That Conversation"Dude, this'll be perfect" your friend reassured you. "They'll just put you in with some crackhead. Easy fight." Why did you agree to do some amateur cage fight? Well it's too late to back out now.
You waited in the cage for your opponent when traditional Japanese flute music filled the sports hall. "And now, Whitney Hutton. A...White lotus...black belt" the announcer stumbled confused before clearing his throat. "Standing at 5ft 4 and weighing..." The announcer read further down the card, eventually finding himself at a loss for words. Whitney entered the ring in a full gi, she bowed 11 times before stepping in the cage before walking towards the announcer. "You were supposed to call me White Dragon" she spoke disappointedly. "Uh...Whitney, white dragon, Houston- I mean, Hutton."
The bell rang to signal the start, Whitney sprang forward into a front flip axe kick. You stumbled back, narrowly avoiding it when Whitney did a scissor take down sending you flat on your back. As you stood she hit you with a flying knee to the chest. Then a palm strike. An elbow. A FOOT! You slumped to the floor after a wheel kick almost took your head off. The bell rang. Whitney bowed and straightened her gi. "W-winner by knockout, Whitney" the announcer spoke into the pa, baffled by the sight.
You woke up in a hospital bed with no idea how to count backwards from 100 and a splitting headache. You could hear doctors talking to someone outside. Something like: you can't go in...or are they talking about lunch? The door was locked open and Whitney stepped in. "Opponent, you fought well" She bowed, her head almost touching her knees. "You will be my stepping stone to the perfection of martial artisty. Wood sharpens iron. You are permitted to spar with me, under the watchful gaze of my Chuck Norris statues"
