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Last we saw her, Raye was watching a certain redhead about her exercises and thinking maybe she should go introduce herself.

A few more reps on the bag by the redhead and she’d ditched the ‘maybe’. That was pretty impressive.

Even if Raye kind of thought she could do better.

The redhead didn’t seem to be paying much attention as she approached, her breathing harsh but regular as she performed sit-up after sit-up.

And Raye felt actions would speak louder than words. Rather than just saying ‘hello’, therefore, she went straight to the next bag in line and leapt up to scissor it.

Then she started doing sit-ups. It seemed the thing to do.

Sometime later, Raye really wished she’d just said ‘hello’ instead. She’d long since lost track of how many she’d knocked out but her body was starting to strenuously object as she forced it through the motions. Her legs in particular were starting to feel like wet noodles, not the steel bars she was used to viewing them as.

By contrast, the redhead was still going strong. At some point, she’d leant her head back and was watching Raye with an expression the blonde couldn’t quite nail down.

Powering her way back up to the upright position by force of will, Raye decided enough was enough. She hugged the bag and let her legs drop, feeling the relief instantly in tensed muscles.

“I’m Raye,” She offered, turning to view the redhead who was at the moment with her head touching the base of the bag.

The redhead grunted in acknowledgement, her stomach flexing as she drew herself back. “Alicia.”

With that done, the visiting fighter dropped to the floor herself, straightening up, and Raye finally got a real chance to appreciate the other woman’s size. She certainly had four, maybe five inches on Raye and God only knew how many pounds. And those legs…!

Raye was half tempted to check if the visitor had left permanent dents in her heavy bag.

“Pretty good,” the British redhead was saying, crossing her arms, “I can’t remember the last time anyone kept up for that long. You’ve had practice.”

Raye’s response was a shrug, matched with a grin. “Little bit.”

She offered a hand. “Nice to meet you, by the way. It’s probably just as well we quit – any more and you might have popped the bag or something. It’d be messy.”

Alicia laughed. Took the hand, gave it a firm shake. “I think I might like you. Squeeze anything else with those legs or just bags?”

“Bags… Sparring partners… People who get in the ring with me…” Raye made a ‘little of this, little of that’ motion with her hand, “It’s kind of my thing.”

She craned her neck, eyeing the bag Alicia had been working over. Now that she’d had a chance to get over the initial shock, she was starting to reconsider her initial impression. Sure, they were big but so were Allison’s – and the gym owner’s were certainly strong, but Raye was willing to bet good money that her own were stronger.

The gap in their ability to do sit-ups, that could be because of the length. That made sense.

“You’re a fighter, right?” At Alicia’s nod, she went on, “Won a lot of fights with them?”

The redhead shrugged, “I don’t keep score.” She sounded honestly disinterested, her eyes roaming the gym.

“Think you could beat me?”

At that, Alicia’s eyes snapped back to Raye. And the grin on the redhead’s face was enough to rock the blonde back on her heels.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Author's Note: So, time to move on to the next bit of our crossover, featuring Raye and none other than Alicia Wells. Seems like they are getting on so far so competitively - next stop the ring. Any thoughts on how this plays out? Alicia's got a ton of advantages but Raye's got heart. That counts for a lot. Once again, the art has been provided by the awesome and very generous onek1995 who also owns Raye. I contributed the writeup and Alicia is mine.

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Last we saw her, Raye was watching a certain redhead about her exercises and thinking maybe she should go introduce herself.

A few more reps on the bag by the redhead and she’d ditched the ‘maybe’. That was pretty impressive.

Even if Raye kind of thought she could do better.

The redhead didn’t seem to be paying much attention as she approached, her breathing harsh but regular as she performed sit-up after sit-up.

And Raye felt actions would speak louder than words. Rather than just saying ‘hello’, therefore, she went straight to the next bag in line and leapt up to scissor it.

Then she started doing sit-ups. It seemed the thing to do.

Sometime later, Raye really wished she’d just said ‘hello’ instead. She’d long since lost track of how many she’d knocked out but her body was starting to strenuously object as she forced it through the motions. Her legs in particular were starting to feel like wet noodles, not the steel bars she was used to viewing them as.

By contrast, the redhead was still going strong. At some point, she’d leant her head back and was watching Raye with an expression the blonde couldn’t quite nail down.

Powering her way back up to the upright position by force of will, Raye decided enough was enough. She hugged the bag and let her legs drop, feeling the relief instantly in tensed muscles.

“I’m Raye,” She offered, turning to view the redhead who was at the moment with her head touching the base of the bag.

The redhead grunted in acknowledgement, her stomach flexing as she drew herself back. “Alicia.”

With that done, the visiting fighter dropped to the floor herself, straightening up, and Raye finally got a real chance to appreciate the other woman’s size. She certainly had four, maybe five inches on Raye and God only knew how many pounds. And those legs…!

Raye was half tempted to check if the visitor had left permanent dents in her heavy bag.

“Pretty good,” the British redhead was saying, crossing her arms, “I can’t remember the last time anyone kept up for that long. You’ve had practice.”

Raye’s response was a shrug, matched with a grin. “Little bit.”

She offered a hand. “Nice to meet you, by the way. It’s probably just as well we quit – any more and you might have popped the bag or something. It’d be messy.”

Alicia laughed. Took the hand, gave it a firm shake. “I think I might like you. Squeeze anything else with those legs or just bags?”

“Bags… Sparring partners… People who get in the ring with me…” Raye made a ‘little of this, little of that’ motion with her hand, “It’s kind of my thing.”

She craned her neck, eyeing the bag Alicia had been working over. Now that she’d had a chance to get over the initial shock, she was starting to reconsider her initial impression. Sure, they were big but so were Allison’s – and the gym owner’s were certainly strong, but Raye was willing to bet good money that her own were stronger.

The gap in their ability to do sit-ups, that could be because of the length. That made sense.

“You’re a fighter, right?” At Alicia’s nod, she went on, “Won a lot of fights with them?”

The redhead shrugged, “I don’t keep score.” She sounded honestly disinterested, her eyes roaming the gym.

“Think you could beat me?”

At that, Alicia’s eyes snapped back to Raye. And the grin on the redhead’s face was enough to rock the blonde back on her heels.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Author's Note: So, time to move on to the next bit of our crossover, featuring Raye and none other than Alicia Wells. Seems like they are getting on so far so competitively - next stop the ring. Any thoughts on how this plays out? Alicia's got a ton of advantages but Raye's got heart. That counts for a lot. Once again, the art has been provided by the awesome and very generous onek1995 who also owns Raye. I contributed the writeup and Alicia is mine.