A Fighter's Secrets (Jori Fanfic) [Discontinued]

Chapter 1

Summary: AU. Tori Vega has a secret. Jade West is suspicious. Will she be able to find out about Tori's little lie? How will they both react when ALL secrets are revealed? You know what they say: If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.

Pairing(s): Jori endgame.

Rated: M, for violence, language, adult themes, and sexual content.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Victorious world, created and owned by Dan Schneider and Nickelodeon. All the copyrights associated with Victorious belong to them. No copyright infringement is intended. This is a work of imagination and intended for entertainment outside the official storyline. The songs that are used belong to their respective writers and artists. Any references similar to other fictional stories or program are not intentional. Only the plot and original characters contained within this story are property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work.

Author's Note: Reminder - this is an AU story - Shelby Marx/Tori Vega Crossover Universe. Enjoy the story!

[UPDATE AS OF 07/26/2017: Please disregard any past mistakes and errors in this story. Nothing will be corrected. This was first published in 2014 - I was fourteen - and my writing was not as strong and thorough as it is currently. Some of the characters were out-of-character so I apologize. The plot-line was great in hindsight but not delivered as well as hoped. Thank you for understanding, and enjoy, if you continue reading.]

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A Fighter's Secrets

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Chapter 1: Tori's POV

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Upper kick.

His eyes widen from the strong blow, almost bulging out.

Low jab.

He grunts, stumbling back, nearly tripping on the mat.

Strong punch to his jaw.

Spit sprays from his face on impact, little drops falling upon my covered knuckle.

A swift kick to his gut.

An agonized moan pushes out of his parted lips, amplifying his pain.

Knee to the side.

He doubles over and I initiate my secret weapon.

In a rapid motion, I throw a spinning back kick to his chest and he falls backwards into the wall. A groan is managed through his probably bruised lips.

A killer expression is on my face. There is no smugness or cockiness. Just fierce eyes and the smell of victory.

"Perfect job, Tori," my trainer, Juan, compliments me. "You knocked out Gary in less than ten seconds. That's a personal record," he states with a slight Hispanic accent.

Smiling at him, I sip out of my water bottle, letting my body regenerate. I need to rehydrate as much as possible. A hand rises from the ground as we stare at Gary, my "punching dummy."

"Does anyone have some aspirin?" he wheezes before falling unconscious. I smirk and continue to drink the cold beverage. It freezes my throat but is refreshing at the same time. Man, I'm tired. I've been training for almost three hours straight now. My body feels worn out.