Courting The Champion

22 - Fight or Flight

Andrew had not dealt with reporters and paparazzi in months. But another famous fighting agency had just jumped the gun. Fit Boys fighting agency was the leading fighting agency in the Boxing industry. Ranking second was the We Rock fighting agency. When Andrew signed with Linear Impact Co. it was ranking at third place. Of course that number had dropped significantly due to the money laundering scandal. He was glad he was done with that agency.

Apparently the We Rock fighting agency had released a statement that they're looking into signing boxer Andrew Johnson to their agency and prepare him for the Championship that he could no longer participate in if he was still with Linear Impact Co.

The news that Andrew Johnson had terminated his contract with Linear Impact CO. had left fans and agencies in excitement. He was trending on almost every social media platform. There were thousands of tweets and polls where people were voting on the fighting agency that Andrew would possibly sign with next. Not wanting to waste their chance, the We Rock fighting agency had released the statement of signing him, just to scare off any other competing agency from bringing an offer to him, because they would obviously offer him three times as much.

Andrew didn't know how to go about it. He still wanted to get in the ring and take part in the championship but he now had zero faith in agencies. He was now leaning on public opinion and on Arabelle to help him come to a decision. No agency had officially come to him as of yet with an offer, but he knew he had to be prepared beforehand. The championship was now only four months away.

“Relax baby, you'll break all of my glasses,” Arabelle says taking the glass out of Andrew's iron grip. He had been too zoned in on his thoughts that he didn't realize that he was holding the glass with a little too much strength. He sighs and looks at Arabelle. They were sitting on the stools by the kitchen island. Arabelle was reading all the news articles and tweets on Andrew.

“How do we know all these other  agencies aren't just as messed up?” he questions looking at Arabelle who anxiously bites on her lip. She looks down in thought but can't seem to give Andrew a definite answer.

“I don't know what to do either. I know how much you want to fight in the championship though. I want you to experience it too, at least once. So my advice for you baby is to sign with the one that's offering the shortest contract.”

“Like a one year contract?”  he asks and she shakes her head no.

“Not quite. Like maybe a six month contract. I'm with you on this one Andrew. I trust these people  just about  as far as I can throw them,” she says and Andrew finds her statement amusing.

“That little? I mean you can barely throw a tennis ball,” he jokes and she rolls her  eyes at his pathetic attempt at a roast.

She gets up and wraps her arms around him from behind. He places his arms over hers. “Well... Either way I trust you and that's all I care 'bout shorty,” he says and she smiles victoriously.

“I trust in you too. Which is why you'll make the right decision baby. And I'll be there with you this time. All your fights, I'll be there to cheer you on. I want to see you win and I want to see you lose, just so I can be the one that celebrates with you or the one that'll comfort you,” Arabelle says and Andrew turns around so that he's facing her. He looks into her eyes with an unreadable emotion that he doesn't speak on. He pulls her into a tight embrace.

“Is it possible to go unrepresented?” she questions while rubbing his back gently. He hums.

“It'll cost a lot of money. That's only done by well established boxers. Ones that have way too much money to waste. I don't have that kind of money shorty,” he says and she sighs sadly.