They've talked about it a few times before, but it wasn't until now where they had a chance to test each other mettle in the ring.

The grey, green-striped tiger happened to see the young, bright green and black husky heading towards the lockers once he entered the gym. Ricky grinned and padded up to Ray, giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

"Hey dude!"

Ray turned around, noticing the taller tiger behind him and smiled. "Oh, hey man! How goes it?"

He shrugged. "Eh, pretty good."

"Das good."

"So yeah, up for a spar? I know you've been wanting to do that with me," Ricky mentioned, somewhat wanting to get straight to the point. He figured Ray was here for the same purpose, and that was to train.

Ray grinned. "Sure bud."

"Well get your gear and meet me in the ring then!" He said as he playfully punched the husky's shoulder.

He chuckled and nodded, soon heading to the locker room.

Once he finished checking into the facility, Ricky soon made his way to the locker room as well.

However, by the time he enters, Ray is already in changed in his gear: a pair of blue shorts with red trimming and a pair of multicolored gloves: one red with a blue cuff, and one blue with a red cuff.

"Nice dude; interesting what you did with the gloves." The tiger begins to change in his black trunks, which have an orange waistband, three, orange stripes on each side, and an orange paw print on the front, left leg. He then begins to wrap his hands with orange hand wraps.

Ray smiled back at him as he takes off his gloves to show his black hand wraps, while also taking his collar off and putting it into his locker. "Thanks bro! I designed them myself!" He exclaimed as he put his gloves back on.

"Nice! I designed my own trunks," he said, proudly with a smile. After wrapping up, he puts his black gloves with orange cuffs in his bag, along with his mouth guard, and slung it over his shoulder as he closed his locker. "Well, let's go dude!"

The younger husky nodded and grabbed his mouth guard, slipping it in his mouth before getting up, bopping his gloves together and follows Ricky out to the ring.

Ricky climbs into the ring and puts in his mouth guard. He then puts on his gloves, kicking aside his bag and heading towards a corner to wait for the husky.

Ray hops onto the ring and steps through the ropes, heading towards the corner right across from Ricky. He sits on the stool in his corner, rolling his head a bit and stretching his neck while rolling his arms as a few of his joints gave an audible pop, easing up his muscles.

Ricky stretched as well, making sure everything's nice and loose as he too sat on the stool in his corner. "So. How we gonna do this?"

Ray taps a glove on his chin as he thought for a bit. "Hmmm...how about the classic 3 rounds, 10 second count?"

"Sounds good to me!" He said as he stood up, tapping his gloves together and making his way to the center of the ring.

Ray also gets up and walks towards the middle of the ring. Once he met up with the tiger, he looked up into his blue eyes. It was here he realized the slight difference in size between them, as Ray only stood at 5 ft. 9 in. and weighed about 157 lbs.; he could easily tell how thinner he was compared to Ricky, but he still had some meat on his bones.

Ricky looked down at his brown eyes and grinned. He too noticed his slight size advantage (or disadvantage), as he was 5 ft. 11 in. and weighed about 175 lbs. of toned muscle, a result from the few wrestling spars he's had in the past. He held up both gloves for the husky to tap and start the match.

He smiled up at the tiger and tapped his gloves to Ricky's to start their match, letting out a chuckle.

"Ding Ding~"

Ricky hopped back and got in a regular stance, making sure his gloves were up against my head. After all, the tiger is still getting used to this boxing thing.

Ray also hopped back at the same time and get in his stance, holding his gloves up in front of his face as he kept an eye on the bigger tiger.

Taking quick breaths, he slowly approached the husky, staying on the defensive for now.

He took a few steps towards the tiger and starts them off with a left jab to his gut and a right hook to his side.

Ricky felt those two hits smack him around a bit and knock some wind out. He then went for two left jabs to Ray's face while he was open.

He grunted a bit as one of the jabs knocks his head to the side, but he blocked the second one and threw a right uppercut to the tiger's chin.

His head snaps up some and he instantly backs up, putting his gloves back up and circling the smaller husky.

Ray begins to dance with the tiger as he tried to get in closer, sending a right jab to his gut, followed by a left hook to his jaw.

More wind got knocked out of him as he took the gut shot, but Ricky managed to duck low enough under the hook and countered with a right jab to Ray's chest, followed by a left hook to his side.

He grunted hard as the jab sent him stumbling back a bit, but Ray jumped back to dodge the left hook and try to counter with a left uppercut and a left hook, followed by 3 right jabs.

Ricky let out a grunt as the uppercut popped his head up, but he quickly got my arms back up just in time to block the hook. When he went to throw a jab, he got smacked with the first two rights, but quickly ducked under the third to try countering with a 1-2-1 combo.

Ray grunted with each punch as his head snaps left and right from the combo, making him stumble back more. He felt his tail fur brush against the ropes as he recovered, returning Ricky the favor with a 1-2-1 combo to his gut.

He grunts and groans loudly as he took all three of those gut punches, making him feel even more winding and panting heavier. With a growl, the tiger threw two left jabs to try and back him up closer to the ropes, followed by a hard, right hook to his side.

Ray fell back into the ropes from the first jab, getting more and more winded as the second jab hits him while the hook caused him to stumble to the side. He began to pant hard, trying to catch his breath, though left himself wide open.

Ricky took a hard, deep breath and threw three alternating hooks to the husky's face while he's still open.

Ray let out a loud grunt as each hook shot smacked his face around, eventually sending him flying to the side and falling to the canvas.

He panted hard and dropped his arms, going to a neutral corner and waiting to see if Ray will get up before the 10-count. "One...Two..."

He panted hard as well as he tried to hold onto the ropes, eventually getting to his knees. Struggling a bit, the husky was able to get to his feet as soon the bell rang, signaling the end of the first round. He used the ropes for support as he headed to his corner and sat on his stool.

Ricky returned to his corner once the bell rang to sit and take a breather. He held his abs and groaned as he sat down, panting quite a bit.

Ray groaned as he grabbed his water bottle to take a sip, swirling it around and spitting into a bucket as he got air back in his lungs.

Ricky did the same as well, though he also gently wiped his nose with a glove to check for blood. When he did notice some, he took a glove off and blew out a little blood out of one nostril. He then took a swig of water and put his glove back on, waiting to start the next round.

The bell dings again, starting the beginning the second round. Ray gets up, wobbling a bit, but is still able to make his way to the middle of the ring.

Ricky gets up well upon hearing the bell, trying to ignore the firy ache in his abs as he meets up with the husky.

He looked up at him and panted, getting his gloves up to bop them against the tiger's.

Once they tap gloves, the tiger steps back, panting hard and getting back in his stance as he tried to ignore his aching arms.

Ray tried to act like he wasn't hurting as he too got in his stance, hopping in place as he looked up at Ricky.

The tiger slowly approached, faking a couple left jabs to try and force Ray back right off the bat.

He fell for the feints as he stepped back once and flinched, but stepped forward to throw a hook towards Ricky's jaw.

The hook snaps his head sideways a bit. He growled and quickly got his arm back up after throwing those feints. He bobbed and weaved a bit before going for a left jab to Ray's midsection.

The husky lets out a grunt as the jab hits him, making him take a step back as he tried to keep his guard up.

Ricky then goes for two more left jabs to Ray's midsection, following that up with a right uppercut to his abs.

The jabs sent him into a corner, and he let out a grunt as the uppercut lifts him up a bit as a noticeable blush forms on his face.

He then goes for two hard left hooks to the husky's side, followed by a right hook to his jaw.

Ray grunted and groaned as he sent him a bit to the side, but his head snaps the other way, making him stumble into the tiger and getting them in a clinch as he tried to catch my breath.

Ricky grabbed onto him and chuckled, panting heavily as he brought them away from the corner before having to let go.

The husky grunted as he got back into his position, panting hard as he went to throw a 1-2-1 combo followed by a left hook.

He took the first two punches to the face before he had a chance to block the third, forcing him back towards the middle more. Ricky keep his arms up to block the hook, despite them starting to feel heavy and bruised by now.

Ray growled and began swinging more hooks to the tiger's arms, not once giving up or slowing down.

Ricky strained to keep his arms up against the barrage and backed up little by little. He growled and managed to duck under one, countering with a right jab to the husky's face.

He grunted as his head snapped, but he soon began to send multiple jabs to Ricky's arms, trying really hard to knock down his defenses.

Ricky's arms began to lower, so he tried to move side to side to dodge instead, though some did smack his face. He grunted once he felt his back bump against the corner, barely able to keep his arms up much longer.

Once he realized the tiger's defenses were breaking, Ray suddenly sent a barrage of jabs to his gut, but had to stop by the time the bell rang. He panted hard as he made his way back to his corner.

That last-second barrage forced him to double-over some, knocking out more and more air. When he heard the bell ring, Ricky instantly grab onto the top rope to not fall over, slowly making his way to his corner, panting heavily and groaning.

Ray sat back on his stool and panted as he looked over at the tiger, wiping his mouth and nose clean of any blood.

Ricky slumped on his stool, panting hard and checking for any blood as well. He tried sitting up straight a bit to massage his abs, but mewled as he began to really feel how bruised they were.

As he panted, Ray looked Ricky over and chuckled, confident he was going to win this bout. He licked his lips and got up once he heard the bell ring again.

Ricky let out a breath upon hearing the bell and got up, glaring at the smaller husky. He headed towards the middle, gloves raised to kick off the final round.

Ray soon met up with the tiger in the middle and they tapped gloves once again. He then got back in his stance while glaring up at Ricky, though there was a hint of cockiness in his expression.

After tapping gloves and getting back in his stance, he tried to keep my arms in tight and began approaching the husky fast, throwing left and right jabs to try backing him up as quick as possible.

Going from cockiness to shock, Ray attempted the Dempsey Roll to try and avoid the jabs. He was able to dodge most them, but some managed to smack his jaw. He then countered by sending another barrage of jabs to the tiger's gut.

The tiger growled and groaned loudly, easily beginning to double-over and lose his breath as he stumbled back. He tried to counter with alternating hooks to Ray's face again, throwing them as hard as he could.

He grunted hard as those hook shots caused him to stumble around. He quickly went to uppercut the tiger's chin, followed by a 1-2 combo and a right hook to his side, and hoping to finish Ricky off with a hard, left uppercut to his abs.

He grunted loud as the uppercut popped him up and sent him stumbling back further. Ricky barely managed to get his arms raised up to block the jabs, but knew he was being pushed back closer to the ropes. The hook sent him stumbling sideways a bit, and he tried to throw a jab to counter, but ended up getting nailed with that hard slug to the abs. He quickly fell to his knees and, soon enough, the rest of his body followed suit as he laid on the canvas holding onto beaten and bruised abs.

Ray panted he held his side and headed to the nearest neutral corner, leaning back against the ropes as he began the 10-count. "One..."

Ricky groaned and laid there, trying to will any energy to at least attempt to stand back up.

Ray continues the count, slowly getting his breath back as he did so. "Two...Three...Four..."

He managed to get a foot on the canvas, trying as hard as he could to push upward with a gloved paw.

"Five...Six..."

Ricky took a moment to stay in that position, taking a deep breath and forcing his other foot to get on the canvas. He groaned loudly as he strained to stand back up fully.

Ray stops the count once he noticed the tiger was fully standing, letting Ricky have a moment to collect himself as he stepped away from the neutral corner.

Ricky breathed hard, shallow breaths, trying as hard as he could to ignore all his aches and pains from this match. He soon enough meets up with Ray in the middle and gets back into his stance, making sure to watch the husky closer this time.

Ray hopped over to meet up with Ricky again, panting hard and sweating as he too got back in his stance, look up at the tiger.

He growled low as he glared at the younger husky, panting hard and waiting as he kept his gloves up.

He growled and glared right back at the tiger, soon attempting a strong, right hook to his jaw.

Ricky managed to keep his arms up to block it, barely. Willing whatever adrenaline-fueled energy he had, he went for a hard, right uppercut to the husky's jaw, hoping for a last-second knockout for the match.

Ray grunted loud as the uppercut sent him flying back onto the canvas. He ended up just laying there flat on his back, panting hard and groaning a little.

He growled low and panted hard, letting his arms drop as both gloves covering his abs as he headed straight for his corner; by this point, he knew he won by a knockout. He slouched back on the stool as he heard the final bell ring, concluding the match.

As he panted hard to catch his breath and calm his body, though barely feeling much of anything by this point, Ricky looked over at Ray. If his face didn't get so smacked around and he wasn't in as much pain as he was, the tiger would've looked upon the young husky with concern.

As he laid there on the canvas, it was noticeable that Ray was still breathing as his chest gently rose and fell. Soon enough, he opened an eye a bit as he looked over to the ropes, reaching for one to aid him as he tried to get up.

Ricky could tell how much the young husky was struggling and took off both his gloves, making his way over to him as quick as he could. He groaned and hissed as he knelt down to try helping Ray up.

He looked at that orange-wrapped paw before looking up at the tiger, smiling a bit as he took it, trying to get up.

"Here..." He said as he took Ray's gloves off. He then locked their wrists together and, placing his other paw on the husky's back, helped him stand back up. "Can you...make it...dude?"

Ray grunted a bit, but manage to get on his feet. "Y-Yeah...I'll survive."

"Good..." He panted and groaned, clinging onto the rope for support. "Wanna get our...crap and...get outta here?" He asked, though let out a loud cough. "Holy shit though...you can be scary....sometimes...fuck..."

He panted, but nodded, letting out a small chuckle. "Y-Yeah...let's go...b-but com'on man...you're hella strong...heh..."

He rubbed an aching arm and chuckled. "I guess...so...but I...I can get stubborn...heh..." He then grabs his gloves and removed his mouthguard, putting both in his bag and waited for Ray to get his things before exiting the ring.