RWBY x Male Reader (Request Book)

Loving Rivalry

This is a Pyrrha x Rival Male Reader requested by Futuralist. The requester gave me the story idea as well.

Pyrrha's POV

Cameras flashed among the reporters at the press conference. It was the match of the century between me and my rival (Y/N) (L/N). Our wins and losses were tied 99-99.

Reporter: "Miss Nikos!!" His arm flailed in the air.

Pyrrha: "Yes?" He calmed down and brought out a recorder.

Reporter: "Will there be any special occasion for whichever one of you wins?" The crowd grew silent.

(Y/N): "Nikos and I don't have any plans." I looked to the side and observed him. "It's just another match that I plan on winning."

Pyrrha: "I think you meant lose." (Y/N) stood to his feet and tried to march towards me. His bodyguard held him back.

(Y/N): "You wanna go right now Nikos?!?" His bodyguard held him back while I laughed.

Pyrrha: "I'll wait for my win." I got up from my chair and left the stage with my bodyguard. Our feet carried us to the limo.

(Y/N): "Nikos!!" I turned to see (Y/N) and his bodyguard marching up to us. He stopped a few feet away from us. "I wanna make a bet."

Pyrrha: "What kind of bet?" This peaked my curiosity.

(Y/N): "The loser has to do what the winner says for one whole day." His face looked dead serious. "Think of it as a reward for whoever gets 100 wins."

Pyrrha: "I'll accept that bet." My hand extended and he shook it. "Better not chicken out of it."

(Y/N): "That should be my line Nikos." He let go of my hand and walked away with his bodyguard. This is definitely gonna be interesting.

Timeskip - Arena

Third Person POV

The stakes were high and the crowd was in and uproar. Pyrrha and (Y/N) walked to the middle of the arena and waited. An official walked into the arena and stopped next to them with a mic in hand.

Official: "Tonight is the night you've all been waiting for folks. Pyrrha Nikos vs (Y/N) (L/N)." The crowd erupted in cheers and excitement. "The rules are as follow: 'No use of Sembelance and Win Via Submission.' With the rules established please move to your respected corners."

(Y/N) and Pyrrha shook hands and moved to opposite sides of the arena. Pyrrha readied her javelin and shield while (Y/N) readied his twin bladed daggers. The countdown commenced along with the chants of the crowd.

When the buzzer sounded both fighters ran to the middle. (Y/N)'s left dagger stopped Pyrrha's javelin while her shield stopped his right dagger. The two were locked in place trying to gain the upper hand.

(Y/N) gave a hard push and Pyrrha stumbled backwards. He unleaded a flurry of slashes that she could barely block. Her foot planted itself and she pivoted her other leg into a windmill kick. This caught (Y/N) off guard and it struck him in the side.

He sprawled to the ground, but quickly recovered. She was relentless and didn't give (Y/N) much time to counter. She sent a knee to his face and sent him flying back a few feet. (Y/N) stood in a slight daze and barely block an incoming stab.

He quickly pivoted on the spot and struck her stomach with his foot. She skidded back a few feet from the sheer force of the kick. Both of them feel to their knees breathing heavily.

This was the match of the century and they were giving it their all. They put immense power and force into each kick or punch they threw. This meant they were wearing themselves at an extreme rate.