The boxer and the racer (creek)

Craig's heart attacks (Tweek)

TW: fighting

Word count: 1070 (this is a long one damn.)

I pulled into the Bebe's driveway seething at Craig for making me late.

"You shithead." I muttered opening the car door to go let myself into Bebe's townhouse. I walked in and she was bustling around the kitchen.

"Hey Tweek! Is it that time already?" She asked grinning her hair was in a large ponytail. Her hair was so curly it just looked like one giant cloud, whoa.

"Yep! Craig's in the car, I have so much to spill at our next gossip blondes meeting." I looked out the window at Craig drumming his fingers on the dashboard. "You can kick him out of the front seat if you'd like."

Bebe looked at me excitedly, "really?"

I nodded my approval and she grabbed her purse happily making her way outside, she opened the passenger door and pointed to Craig. "Out."

He looked confused, "what? This is my seat! And it's MY car!"

"It's not a car it's the craigmobile. Honestly." Bebe rolled her eyes, "Tweek said that he wanted me to sit in the front with him so I can play music."

"What's wrong with my music?" Craig asked defensively.

"Honey, you listen to Justin bieber." Bebe said bluntly and I giggled. "Now pack it up you bilieber." She pointed to the back of car and Craig reluctantly got out and switched seats with her.

She smirked smugly and sat down turning on the bluetooth and putting on a playlist. She fastened her seatbelt and smiled at Craig in the mirror who flipped her off in return.

"Alright let's go." I insisted and Bebe kept making fun of Craig. I started the car again and we made way down the street. I pulled into the boxing place (idk what's it's called I googled it and everything -val)

"No wonder you always wear that hat your forehead is bigger than the fucking sky." Bebe said smirking as Craig had made a comment about one of her ex-boyfriends.

"Alright, enough." I said shouldering my duffel bag and walking in the change rooms, I hugged Bebe briefly and she kissed my cheek for good luck. I walked to Craig hugging him as well.

"Good luck." He whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I flushed.

"Y-yep thanks!" I grinned and almost sprinted into the changing room. I changed out of my suit quickly and into my tank top and dark green shorts. I pulled my hair into a small ponytail at the back of my head. It will never be as majestic as Bebe's but it keeps my hair out of my face while I'm fighting.

I put the wet cloth to my head, pre match ritual I guess. I laid on the bench until the ref came in and told me it's time. I smiled appreciatively at him and started towards the door.

I was went out the crowd went absolutely bonkers. People were screaming and yelling my name, cheering me on. Some booing me, Whatever. The other man came out and a roar of cheering erupted around me.

I sat down on the small stool that was in the corner as my manager, Kyle brovlovski told me the game plan.

"Alright he's bigger than you, but you are quicker." He urged me, he looked my opponent up and down and made a face.

He lowered his voice to a whisper, "probably smarter too."

I barked out a laugh and he kept talking quickly. He hit my shoulder gently and said in the most dad-like way ever "go get him champ!" I smiled and nodded to him.

He beamed with pride as the bell rang.

QUICK A/N: I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABT BOXING PLS DONT FLAME ME IF I GET SOMETHING WRONG ❤️

I threw a quick left-hook and Kyle was right. I was a lot faster than this guy. I smirked to myself as I defended myself from his hits jerking away. I threw another punch this time a lot harder and quicker. He fell.

I do admit I do feel kind of bad beating the shit out of fragile men like this.

Hah. That's a lie.

Bebe has taught me well.

I threw another punch before he even got time to recover and I ducked as he threw his fist around trying to make it collide with my head. I punched him in the stomach and he doubled over groaning. He punched again this time it collided with my ear and I saw Craig's face fill with anxiety.

My ear throbbed but I ignored it trying to to focus on the match. He threw another punch colliding with my forehead and I was knocked backwards. Not discouraged in the slightest I ran at him. Craigs face was growing more and more concerned as the seconds passed as I recovered from the punches.

I punched him again knocking him to the ground. I smiled as the ten second timer started ticking off signalling him being almost defeated. I heard Craig's voice.

"YEAHH!! YOU BEAT HIS ASS SPAZ!!"

The ten second timer went off and I wiped sweat off my forehead panting slightly. I used my shirt to wipe my face and I walked back to Kyle who used a towel to get the remaining sweat from my face.

I sat down on the stool and leaned against Kyle panting. He patted my head proudly.

"That guy was just beaten by Tweek Tweak the best boxer of all time!" He said smiling. I nodded weakly squirting water into my mouth.

In the change room I took a shower and changed back into my suit. I stretched my legs and I walked out my duffel bag in my hand.

Bebe and Craig were right out waiting for me, showering me with congratulations. I had won my first fight of the season. Awesome!

I realized my hair was still in a ponytail and I took it out quickly shaking my hair and walking into the crowd saying hi to everyone and smiling. Both my hands were clamped on Bebe and Craig's hands so we didn't get separated.

A news reporter walked up to me with a microphone. "Tweek Tweak how do you feel about your first big win of the season?"

"My ear kind of hurts but other than that I'm alright. It was fun I guess?"