#Jaune is part of a wrestling dynasty

[novankenn]

Chp 3 - King of Kings

Pyrrha was getting more and more worried. Ever since Jaune and Yang had their secret little talk, Jaune had been taking more and more time to work out and train on his own. Or that was what she thought, until on a late night trip to the gym, with the intent of walking Jaune back to the dorm, she saw them. Yang and Jaune leaving the gym together, laughing and goofing off. It surprised her, and also slightly upset her. She was Jaune's partner. Not Yang.

And so ever since that discovery, Pyrrha plied considerable amounts of her attention watching the pair of blonds. Searching for signs that told her she was too late to make her move. Looking for indications that she had missed her chance. The more she studied their interactions outside of class, the more convinced she became that something was up between them. Pyrrha had long ago came to the conclusion that it was nothing romantic, but it still troubled her.

So a week after Jaune and Yang's talk, she decided to follow her partner and team leader. Her concern and curiosity had finally won out, and she was going to find out what was happening between the two of them. She waited out of sight for several minutes after the pair had entered the gym. Satisfied that enough time had passed and that she would catch them in a moment, that couldn't explain away, Pyrrha made her move. The door slightly creaked as she pushed it open.

Yang: Now Cardin has a mace, so you know that gives him extra reach, but you now know how to get inside his guard. So what are you going to do when you get in close?

Jaune: I don't know... how about something like... This!

Pyrrha was equal parts shocked and enraged as she watched Jaune grab Yang and send her running across the boxing ring that some of the students used to spar in...

Jaune: (Helping Yang to her feet) Nice. You took the bump nearly perfectly.

Yang: Nearly?

Jaune: Back bump. Land on Upper back, not mid or lower.

Yang: Got it. Again?

Jaune: (Chuckles) If you think you can...

Pyrrha: What the hell is this?

Yang/Jaune: Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: I came down here to offer to help you train with Jaune and what do I find? You two goofing off!

Jaune: Pyrrha?

Yang: It's not what it looks like P-Money we're just...

Pyrrha: Pissing around, playing at actual fighting! That crap is not worth learning. It's fake and useless. It has no place in sports or the combat arts! That crap makes a mockery of...

Jaune: Shut it! Right now, Pyr, shut it.

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Yang: (Whispering to Jaune) She doesn't know, Jaune so just let it...

Jaune: You think what my family has taught me since I was the age of five is garbage? You think it's a waste of time? It's goofing off?

Pyrrha: Jaune, what?

Yang: Jaune, don't...

Jaune: You know nothing, Miss four-time champion! You want to talk about fake... look at your own accomplishments! So what if you trained, so what if you were taught... those fights weren't real either, were they?

Pyrrha: They were real! I worked hard...

Jaune: Worked hard to put on a show! You weren't in any danger during those matches. You were play fighting for a crowd.

Pyrrha: At least it prepared me...

Jaune: Prepared you for what? What did it really prepare you for? To pose for pictures? To get sponsorship deals?

Pyrrha: I don't have to defend myself, here. You're the one who is goofing off when he NEEDS to train!

Jaune snorted, climbed out of the ring and glared at Pyrrha before grabbing his towel and walking away.

Pyrrha: (Taking a step to follow him) Jaune, come back.

Yang: (Touching Pyrrha's arm drawing her attention from Jaune) Let him go, Pyrrha. He needs to cool off and so do you.

Pyrrha: Why was he so angry. I only said the truth. He's acting like I personally attacked him?

Yang: Maybe you did, and you just don't know you did?

Pyrrha: What are you saying, Yang?

Yang: I'm saying, leave him be for a bit. Let him cool off, and then talk it out with him, and before you ask. I have been teaching Jaune some things. Ways to duck and dodge without using his shield.

Pyrrha: Then what was all that wrestling nonsense?

Yang: It was Jaune teaching me something.

Pyrrha: Teaching you? What do you mean?

Yang: Jaune has skills we never knew he had, and I'll leave it...

Pyrrha: Knowing fake moves is not a skill.

Yang: I'm not going to argue with you about it, P-Money. Go cool off.

Pyrrha: But Jaune...

Yang: Needs to cool off, too.

/=/

Pyrrha walked into the dorm and was instantly met with an annoyed Nora, who promptly shoved the screen of her scroll into Pyrrha's face.

Nora: WHY is Fearless Leader in VALE instead of here with us? WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?

Pyrrha: (Stammering) Why do you...

Nora: I know you followed Jaune, and I know you wanted to walk back here with him, but... YOU. ARE. ALONE.

Ren: Nora.

Nora: No Rennie! I am not letting my family fall apart! (Pokes Pyrrha in the chest.) Start talking missy!

Pyrrha: (Sighs) We had a fight.

Nora: About?

Pyrrha: It was nonsense, but he acted like I was personally insulting him? I was going to chase after him but Yang stopped me and said we both need to cool off.

Nora: Again. What did you argue about?

Pyrrha: I caught him and Yang practising professional wrestling moves, and I called them out on goofing off instead of really training.

Nora: What did Jaune say.

Pyrrha: He said some things about how I'm fake (sniffles), and I don't understand. (Eyes start tearing, up) I just don't understand.

Nora: (Pats Pyrrha on the back while helping her to her bed.) Well, maybe we can get it all sorted in the morning.

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[novankenn]

Chp 2 - King of Kings

Yang returned to Beacon without confronting her fellow blond. Too many questions rolled about in her head. Too many inconsistencies between what she knew, thought she knew, and now knew threatening to give her a splitting headache. She said nothing as she returned to her dorm. She made some noncommittal responses to her teammates inquiries about where she had been, before climbing into the shower and then her bed. Pulling out her ear buds, she set up her scroll in her lap, and began a new search, or searches. She needed to find out more about Jaune, and she openly admitted to herself; in her mind that she was hooked. She had willing dove headfirst into the rabbit hole. The spectacle of what she had just experienced drew her in. She needed more and once she slated her desires, she would corner him.

/=/

Time quickly passed, and soon it was almost two weeks since Yang made her discovery, and now she was nearly a literal encyclopedia of Jaune related wrestling trivia; not that she had anyone to share that knowledge with. She had scoured the CCT-Net and watched years of matches, of not only Jaune but also his family. The Arc family was huge, and popular. Jaune was actually a third generation wrestler, which surprised Yang to find out that his family was so rooted in the sport, no sorry, she mentally corrected herself; Sports Entertainment. The Arcs were an actual a pillar of the industry not only with they themselves being in the sport, but also training many of the current stars.

It was almost mind melting the amount of information Yang was processing. Of course none of it had a lick to do with combating grimm, but she couldn't stop. She had forum sites bookmarked for daily visits. She used some of her Bumblebee maintenance funds to purchase a subscription to a streaming service. One that she would binge-watch all things Arc related. She had seen Jaune as a young teen. When he barely had any meat on his bones, up to now. She had seen him at ringside, supporting his father and then his sisters; before moving to actually also performing in the ring.

She knew all his moves, and trademark spots. She had seen his evolution from a high flying baby-face, to his most recent incarnation as a brutal hardcore gladiator. The extreme matches really got to her. The added violence, the hints of blood, the pure chaos of the matches. It seemed almost more akin to a real fight, just with more artistic elements. She had avoided the “real vs fake” era, and was educated enough to know that there was more going on with what happened in the ring than most fans realized. But despite that, she was impressed with Jaune. Even if everything wasn't one hundred percent real, he still needed to be hardy enough to handle the punishment. He still need to be conditioned enough to perform full tilt for upwards of twenty to thirty minutes, every couple of nights. Then of course there was the pure physical strength he had.

She had been awed, watching as he body slammed another man who supposedly weighed in at over three hundred pounds. If Yang could remember correctly, at the time, Jaune was weighing in at a buck seventy. The blond noodle had held in the air and manipulated twice his body-weight in living flesh. No one she knew had ever done something like that. She was smitten with the world and the fantasy. She was ready to face him, and get more specific answers from him. Answers she couldn't get from watching videos and reading blogs.

But first there was a pay-per-view coming up, and she needed to see what the card was going to be like. If it was more worth her while to attend in person, or watch online. She already knew Jaune was in the line-up. Apparently there was some big mixed promotional Hardcore event going to happen in Mistral a month before the Vytal Festival. His match would be a warm-up to prepare for the big night, a month and a half away.

/=/

Pyrrha's eyes narrowed as she noticed Yang close in on her partner as he waited in the lunch line. Something about the energy she was giving off as she approached him was making her wonder. Pyrrha had learned to read body language; it was a part of her training, and served her well both in and out of the combat ring. She could tell Yang was up to something, she just wasn't sure what. She shivered as a thought passed through her mind. Yang wasn't really good at hiding things, especially from her sister Ruby. It was through Ruby that everyone was warned to avoid mentioning anything about professional wrestling. Apparently Yang had become a rabid fan of the “fake sport” recently, and was devoting all her spare time to her new obsession. Pyrrha hoped that Yang wasn't trying to rope Jaune into becoming a fan of that farce.

Thinking about the possibility caused her to wince. Jaune was too nice to become involved in something so lowbrow. Wrestling was an ageless sport. A tradition in many combat art schools, yet what Yang was a fan of. What she was digesting religiously was not that valued practice. It was cheap theatrics and bad stories. Tits and Ass for the sake of Tits and Ass. She had been turned away form even watching the nonsense when she was still testing the waters of a tournament career. She had wanted to expose herself to other combat sports, but was roundly told that Professional Wrestling was not a combat sport.

Pyrrha sighed, and returned her attention to the meal before her. Even with her training Jaune, she was still struggling to reach out to him. To let her feelings be known. If only she had more in common with him. He did like his comics. Maybe she could tempt fate and reach out to him for guidance in taking up that hobby. The clatter of a metal tray crashing to the tiled floor, caused her to jump. Her emerald eyes quickly scanned the cafeteria to find the source, for them only to go wide in shock as she watched Jaune, actually physically drag Yang out of the expansive room.

/=/

Jaune: How much to keep you shut-up about it ALL?

Jaune hissed after he had dragged Yang far enough away from any potential students in a position capable of overhearing.

Yang: Hey! (Snapping at him in disbelief) I'm not after your money!

Jaune: Keep your voice down, and tell me what this is all about. If you're not looking for a handout, then what is it?

Yang: I wanted to talk. Just talk.

Jaune: Why now? After all this time, why now?

Yang: I followed you a few weeks ago, after you had one of your less stellar spars. I was going to try and cheer you up, but...

Jaune: What did you see?

Yang: You're Hardcore debut, Mr. Crown Prince.

Jaune: Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Yang: Whoa, whoa Jaune, What's the problem?

Jaune: I didn't want anyone to know, nor do I want anyone finding out.

Yang: Why?

Jaune: I'm tired of being part of a legacy. I've grown up in the industry. I lived the industry, now I want something for myself. Something different, and if people find out about that other stuff...

Yang: You think your chances would be ruined.

Jaune: Exactly.

Yang: You do realize there are others here at Beacon that think you look like someone famous. It was sort of why I started looking into you, though, until that night... I just thought you looked like him.

Jaune: Fuck!

Yang: I don't understand Jaune. You have talent, you have skill...

Jaune: I severely doubt any grimm will tap out to a Boston crab.

Yang: But Cardin would.

Jaune: Yang, what I've spent my life learning isn't going to help...

Yang: Then why? I mean, you have a life outside of this. A good life. A supportive family. You're basically royalty.

Jaune: I want to be more.

Yang: More?

Jaune: I want to do more than just entertain. I want to really help. Like my Great-Grandfather did during the War, and I can't do that running ropes and throwing clotheslines.

Yang's eyes narrowed. She was getting what Jaune was saying, but he was missing something important. Something he couldn't see because he was in the middle of it all. It was a little factoid she had stumbled on, and followed through on.

Yang: What attracts grimm?

Jaune: Negative emotions. Why?

Yang: What types of emotions do you feel when you're taking part in an event?

Jaune: Why are you asking this, Yang?

Yang: Just humour me. What types of emotions?

Jaune: Excitement, joy...

Yang: Simple answer would be positive ones.

Jaune: So?

Yang: (Sighing) You're not following. You say you want to do more, but you're not noticing or realizing you are doing more. In fact, from the short amount of time in which I've become a fan, I KNOW you're doing a better job of keeping people safe, than a huntress can.

Jaune: Huntsmen fight the grimm, how does me performing before groups...

Yang: Huntresses fight grimm, when grimm show up. We show up when things are at the worst. Yes, some are stationed in settlements, but still we are only there when things have become the worst possible result.

Jaune: But you still...

Yang: Yes, we do. But I've found out something, and I figure seeing as you are in the middle of it, you wouldn't.

Jaune: And what would that be?

Yang: So, as you know, I'm a sort of punch first kinda of gal, and I'm not an expert on grimm behaviour, yet for whatever reason I did some looking, and reading.

Jaune: Okay.

Yang: Grimm numbers drop after an event.

Jaune: Huh?

Yang: I know right? But there are studies, and records.

Yang pulled out her scroll and pulled up one of her bookmarked sites, and moved to a pinned post.

Yang: The positive energies that such numerous people radiate drive the grimm off. Even with the supposed good versus bad story lines, the joy of being a part of the spectacle is what does it.

Jaune: I never...

Yang: Neither had I, until I saw what you do; and Jaune you are good. Real good.

Jaune: Thanks. But still...

Yang: I understand. I do, and I can't say if I was in your position I wouldn't be making the same choices, but I know I would do one thing very much differently.

Jaune: And what would that be?

Yang: Put Cardin in his place.

Jaune: And how....

Yang: A Headlock is a headlock, Jaune. A hip throw is a hip throw. Yours might be more flamboyant, but in the end they can do the same thing.

Jaune: Are you trying to tell me to...

Yang: (Smirking) Yes. No one would expect you to dropkick Cardin in the face, or for you to toss him out of the combat ring like a toddler.

Jaune: But...

Yang: Jaune you have the skills, and I know you have the strength to do it. I've watched just about everything I can find on you and your family. I'm a fan...

She paused, giving him a soft smile;

Yang: and a friend.

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[novankenn]

Chp 1 - King of Kings

Yang didn't know what to expect, when she decided to follow her bummed out fellow blond into Vale proper. It was obvious to everyone on JNPR and RWBY that he was struggling in combat class. He just didn't seem comfortable using a sword and shield. It was almost like he was fighting some other type of training. But that wasn't the only reason she decided to follow him. It was during a few lunches ago, she had overheard several other students idly chatting. The underlying theme of the conversation being that Jaune apparently was famous or looked like someone famous.

So Yang did what any other curious teen would do. She jumped on the CCT-Net and attempted to search. Not sure how to start, she did the obvious and looked up his name. The results had been interesting to say the least. Jaune apparently unnaturally resembled a famous individual, even shared the same name. So instead of digging further or asking him directly, she decided to follow him. Which is how she found herself in line to purchase tickets to an event happening at the Vale Forum.

It took almost thirty minutes for her to get through the ticket lines, the concession lines and find her seat. Now Yang was not unfamiliar with combat sports, or similar shows; this however was her first foray into this type of venue. She was unprepared for it. The pure energy of the crowd was heart bursting. From the cheers and adulation to the boos and jeers, she felt it all resonate. She was getting caught up, and it didn't bother her in the least. She soon found herself joining in, sharing the highs and lows as the event progressed before her.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen... making his debut in the Hardcore Division....

The crowd exploded around her, and she actively joined in as

... tore over the forum's pa system. But then a figure stepped out on to the stage, and Yang dropped her drink. Her mouth open so wide in shock that she could have caught flies. There on the stage he stood, the sole reason she had made this trip into Vale. He was more muscled than she had given him credit for. In fact, he was put together, and put together well. Standing there with water droplets rolling down his physique. His mop of blond hair slicked back. He stood there in, wrists and hands wrapped in black tape, red and black calf high boots on his feet and black half leg tights proudly featuring the Valean Flag on the left thigh.

ANNOUNCER : The CROWN Prince of the Arc Dynasty...JAUNE ARC!!!!

Yang had yet to recover as the crowd literally exploded in excitement as Jaune took a sip from a water bottle in his hand; before throwing it over his shoulder into the crowd and stalking to the ring. He climbed into the squared circle and scaled the nearest corner. Perched on the second buckle, he spread his arms wide out to his sides and yelled, receiving an electrical response from the adoring crowd. Yang didn't even clue into whom Jaune was facing. The match flew past her eyes. All she could remember, all that stuck with her, was how fluid and sure of himself, Jaune was inside that ring. How impressive and dominating he turned out to be. The brutality of it did surprise her. Watching someone she knew as a lovable goof blasting someone upside the head with a folding steel chair; several times in quick succession. While also being on the receiving end of similar weapon strikes, and a head first crash through a ring side table. It was over before she could really process what was happening. One moment Jaune was stumbling around as if in a daze and the next...

the CROWD surrounding Yang: VALEAN DESTROYER!!!!!

The holographic screens above the ring gave a picture-perfect view of Jaune's blood streaked face as he smirked while going for the pin and gaining the win.

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[novankenn]

King of Kings

The Arc family boasts a legacy of great warriors, both male and female... that ended with his Great-Grandfather and the Great War. Jaune's Grandfather made a choice. A choice that would create an NEW Arc legacy... not mired in lost lives.

ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE -

[novankenn]

Chp 5 - King of Kings

Jaune and his sisters talked late into the night, so late in fact that Jaune missed his whole morning of scheduled classes. His body felt lethagic as he stepped on the bullhead, a cup of coffee in his hand.

But the venting talk had been worth it. Jaune even as tired as he was, felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Still in his street clothes, and sipping his coffee he wandered late into Combat Class.

Goodwitch: Mr Arc... you're late, and I understand from your other professors that you have missed... skipped all your morning classes. I would love to hear your explanation.

Jaune: I had a personal issue to resolve. I'm sorry for not making arrangements... I'll make up the missed courses.

Goodwitch: I see. Yes you will be making up the courses, and you can do so while you serve a detention.

Jaune: Yes, Professor Goodwitch.

Goodwitch: And seeing as you are late... I have no doubt you'd be willing to participate in the opening spar?

Jaune: yes, professor.

Goodwitch: Get ready. Mr Winchester... front and center. (Noticed that Jaune just goes to set his coffee down before stepping into the sparing ring.) Mr Arc... are you not...

Jaune: Might as well get it over with, no sense wasting time getting geared up.

Goodwitch: This is highly unusual Mr Arc.

Jaune: It's fine. I'm ready.

Cardin: Giving up already? I hope you're not just going to step out of bounds... that would be a waste of my and everyone else's time.

Goodwitch: Mr Winchester please keep your comments to yourself. Mr Arc if you do throw this spar you will receive a reprimand in addition to additional detention time.

Jaune: I'm not going to throw the match. Arc's word.

Goodwitch: I see, but I must ask again. Will you not be getting changed? I do advise that you do.

Jaune: Nah, I'm good.

Goodwitch: Very well... combatants ready?

Jaune and Cardin just nod as Professor Goodwitch looks at each of them. The class grew silent, after having been filled with a tidal wave of hushed whispers.

Goodwitch: begin! (Buzzer sounds)

Cardin and Jaune circle, both keeping their distance from the other. Cardin lazily bouncing Executioner against his palm as Jaune just kept shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels, and back again.

Having enough of this stalemate Cardin charged with his weapon chamber for a chest high side arm strike. Much to everyone's surprise, especially Pyrrha's Jaune waited until almost the last second to dive roll under the strike. he regained his feet just as Cardin was twisting about, his mace again chambered for a side arm swing.

Goodwitch: The winner... by... by Ring Out... Jaune Arc.

The class was on their feet in surprise. Everyone KNEW that aura could help prevent damage, but it was often overlooked that impacts to the body still did things... like a very stiff and hard blow to the head even through aura could disorientate you. Jaune had just given a perfect demonstration of that fact.

Jaune: May I be excused?

Goodwitch: Why?

Jaune: My personal issue took a long time to resolve, and I would rather not get more detetion time due to falling asleep in your class.

Goodwitch: Very well. You are excused... don't make a habit of this.

Jaune: Yes professor.

Goodwitch, And Mr Arc...

Jaune: Yes.

Goodwitch: That was a rather unorthodox way to win, and would not serve you well in when facing grimm or another combatant in a none tournament setting... the showboating was also unnessecary...but none the less. Congratulations.

Jaune: Thank you professor.g

As Jaune left Cardin was sitting up and shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Yang had a massive grin on her face, she totally knew the move Jaune had used, and her grin grew even larger when she heard Nora chuckling.

A few seats down Pyrrha was troubled, and upset. She had been ready to speak with Jaune calmly about what she had said, and to explain her position as his training partner more eloquently... but seeing him just toss aside weeks of work... made her a little irritated.

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[novankenn]

Chp 4 - King of Kings

The buzzing of the intercom, roused a enchantingly beautiful blond woman from her half-sleep on the couch. Rubbing here eyes, she shuffled over and hit the talk button.

???? : (half yawning) Better be important.

Jaune: Let me in Vi.

Violet: Jaune? What are you...

Jaune: I need a place to crash... had a fight with my partner.

Violet: Jaune, what's going on?

Jaune: Can we talk AFTER you let me in?

Violet: Yeah right. (Hits the door button)

About two minutes later came a soft knock on her door. She answered without a pause, to see her rather depressed looking young brother on the other side.

Violet: Come on get inside.

Jaune gave a weak smile and slight nod, before stepping into the rather well appointed third floor two bedroom apartment. Kicking off his sneakers, he moved out of the foyer and straight to the couch. Violet secured the door and rubbing her eyes again she made her own way over to the couch and dropped into it. As her bounced lightly, she brought her feet up and planted them softly in Jaune's lap.

Violet: Feet and talk.

Jaune: Really? I come here distraught and you want me to rub your feet?

Violet: I was just about fall asleep... so you owe me a little pampering.

Jaune: (Starting to rub Violet's bare feet.) Where's Jas?

Violet: Jas is sleeping, like I was just about to do. Ohhhh that's sooooo good. If you every want to give up that Huntsman thing, and the Wrestling you could make a mint as a masseuse.

Jaune: It would be a masseur, I don't have boobs.

Violet: (giggling) You could get a pair... you'd look really cute with a pair of modest sized fun-bags.

Jaune: Aha... not EVER going to happen.

Violet: So spill, and keep rubbing.

So Jaune let it all out, ever single thing he was bottling up inside. All his concern about his training, his worries about people finding out who he really was, his failures in combat class, and then finally his ripping on his partner.

Violet: Firstly, are YOU sure about this whole huntsman thing? It's a very dangerous job... and it seems to be causing you a huge amount of stress. It almost seems worse than your debut match two years ago.

Jaune: I'm not sure anymore.

Violet: You known that Mom and Dad would be over-joyed if you gave that insanity up, and just put everything into your in ring career...

Jaune: I know they would...

Violet: As for that other stuff... I think Jas would be better to give you some GOOD advice.

Jaune: And what advice would you give me?

Violet: Combat Class, drop the weapons and let go... completely. No pulling punches, or hits... it's not... how did dad use to describe what we do?

Jaune: A Brutally Beautiful Ballet of Implied Violence.

Violet: You know as well as I did, one miss timed step, one trip, or even being a little overzealous can really cause unintentional damage... so my opinion is just let everyone in that combat class thing see how hard you can REALLY hit.

Jaune: You think it's that simple?

Jasmine: (Walking out of her room yawning) Vi is there any Mistrallin Take-out left? Jaune? What are you...

Violet: He need a place to crash and vent.

Jasmine: Vent? What's wrong?

Jaune: Had a little incident with my partner. Just wanted to get some space...

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