Fight Me(Under Serious Editing)

Fight Me

Ryder's POV

I don't like her. No, I hate her. Better yet, I despise her. What's another synonym of hate? Because whatever it is, it applies to her. Why is she so complicated!? I thought Gabriella and I had ended on good terms after exposing a bit of our life stories to each other but apparently that was shortly lived. I don't know what Gabriella thought I meant when I said I'd train her but it was more than obvious we had different ideas. It all started that next morning when Gabriella had come barging into my room at 4:30 in the morning to wake me up because we had to practice soon. Now, as a part of the agency, I usually didn't mind waking up early, it was practically mandatory and I've seen many days and nights without sleep while on missions but the thing is that I get cranky. Who wouldn't? And I'm not saying Gabriella is to blame, well maybe I am, but she kept me up all night with her indie rock music blasting from her room. I didn't get more than 1 hour of sleep last night and I was in no mood to be waking up at 4:30 in the morning to go to the gym. So when Gabriella came into my room a second time and saw me still sleeping in my bed, we both became unhappy. Gabriella was unhappy because I hadn't moved a muscle as where I was unhappy because she resorted to pouring ice cold water all over my face. I shot up off of my bed and glared at her long and hard as she simply smiled and left the room warning me I had ten minutes to get ready. I begrudgingly changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants and put my gym shoes on as I made my way out of my room and into the living room to see Gabriella tying up the laces of her shoes.

"Was this really necessary?" I asked her.

"Yes, I haven't had a good practice for the past two days, we have a lot of work to do," she said as she grabbed her car keys and made her way out the door. I decided to take my own car and grabbed my keys off the counter and followed after her. We drove to the gym and I parked my car as Gabriella got out of hers and went to open up the gym doors with her set of keys. She let me in and turned back around to lock the doors once again.

"Come on," she said as she led me to the edge of the ring and began to take off her sweater to reveal her black UFC Champion sports bra. She proceeded to take her sweatpants off and if I wasn't so tired I would've taken the time to properly check her out rather than glance at her once before pulling off my sweatshirt. Can you blame me? She was a UFC fighter; she had a hell of a body. I was brought out of my thoughts as Gabriella grabbed my arm and dragged me along as she made her way into the ring.

"So what should we begin with?" she asked me.

"Well, just do whatever you would normally do," I told her, stating the obvious although she stared at me confused. What'd I say?

"Do what I normally do?" she repeated.

"Yeah... That's what I just said..." I said slowly so she could probably understand me this time.

"Well, I mean what are you going to teach me?" she asked.

"Nothing?" I said although it came out more as a question.

"Nothing?" she repeated once again.

"Am I stuttering? Stop repeating everything I tell you," I told her kind of grumpily. For the record, I was pretty cranky and she clearly did not understand me. What did she want me to do? Teach her everything I know?

"Ryder, I want you to teach me what you know. I need something new, these people are going to attack my technique," she said as if I was stupid.

"Woah, hold up. I'm not teaching you anything I know. I'm here to help you train, as in you can do all the moves you usually do on your trainer on me. I'll hold up the pads for you, swing once or twice, dodge your kicks a couple of times, you know, basic procedures," I explained to her. Did she honestly think I was going to teach her new ways to defeat her opponents?