South Park X Reader

Kenny X MartialArtist!Reader

Request: Kenny X MartialArtist!Reader
My Response: oh god.
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Fighting Princess

Left punch. Right kick. Sweat trickled down my face as I delivered one last punch to the dummy and clattered to the ground. I blowed my (h/l) (h/c) out of my face, panting loudly, waiting for my coach to pair me up with someone.

"Very well, go to Gerber." Alyssa Gerber approached me, she smirked at me. She lined up directly across from me, her teeth were practically fangs. "Ready, set....fight!" The coach yells and Alyssa moves forward, her hand coming down in a blur. I swiftly move out of the way, she stumbles a bit but regains her posture. She flips her over her shoulder and let's out an angry growl. I deliver a kick to her stomach, she doubles over in pain.

"Give up, Gerber?"

"Not yet." Alyssa looks me dead in the eye, let's out a battle cry. I dodge it easily, I grab her arm pin it behind her back and kick her in the back of the knees. She falls to floor, breathing heavily.

"Nice on, (l/n)!" The coach claps his hands as I give a tired smile and head to the changing room. The girls pat me on the back (except for Alyssa), and shout cheers at me. Nobody really liked Alyssa. I pull off my tank top and shorts, leaving me in my bra and underwear when I hear it.

"Did you hear the school is coming here as a field trip tomorrow?" A girl named Anna whispers, stripping off her shirt.

"Wouldn't the coach tell us?" Megan asks.

"He never tells us anything." I say, putting my normal clothes on. The girls continue gossiping as I walk out of the room, stretching. Someone grabs my arm and pulls me aside. I look into the eyes of Andrew Linfield. I feel my heart flutter a bit, but I see the coach is next to him.

"(L/N), Linfield, listen up. Tomorrow the students from South Park Middle School are coming. I want you to show them how good we are. (L/N), you are versing someone named Kenneth McCormick. Linfield, you have someone by the name of Wendy, I'm not even gonna try to pronounce her last name. Knock them into next week." Andrew smiles at me as the coach walks away. He pats me on the shoulder.

"You got this, you're pretty amazing." He gives me a kiss on the cheek and strides away. Did he..just kiss me?

*next day*

"Alright, South Park Middle School, I have randomly selected one boy to verse one of the best fighters here. Kenneth McCormick, get up here and for gods sake, take off that hoodie!" Coach yelled. I was hiding in the locker room, waiting for my cue.

"It's uh Kenny." He spoke quietly and lined up on the mat.

"Alright, (y/n). Show him how it's done." I approach the mat, taking my ready-to-fight stance. The coach blew the whistle but the kid doesn't move.

"You can hit me, I may be a girl but I can take it."

"But you're a hot girl." He smiles and I lunge forward, punching him in the gut. "Ow!" He hisses, I kick him in the knees and he drops onto the ground.

"A hot girl can do a lot, Kenneth."

"It's Kenny!" He yells from the ground, gets up and staggers over to a guy with a green hat on. He pats his back soothingly.

"Alright. Linfield and Wendy?"

*later*
Andrew comes up to me smiling, he picks me up. "You did great."

"I wasn't even trying!"

"But you still looked good. Now give me a kiss."

"Excuse me? Maybe she doesn't want to be talked to like that." Kenny approaches him, from out of nowhere.

"How would you know? You're probably gay!"

"Assuming someone's sexuality just by the way the dress and talk...that's just not cool." Kenny launched forward suddenly, tackling him to the ground.

"Dude, the fuck?!" Andrew grunted as I just stood there. He launched his fist as hard as he could, and Andrew actually seemed to fade from consciousness. Guess he wasn't that cool. Kenny gets up and looks at me. I feel my heart flutter and melt at the same time. He moves towards me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Now you're my fighting princess~"
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