Familiar

~1~

"USE YOUR COMBO!" I hear my trainer, Douglas, yell. I'm sweaty, bloody, and out of breath but I throw my left, then right hook, and clip the guy right in the jaw, I do a high kick and got the guy right in the left side of his face. I knock him out cold. I lean against the fence and I hear clapping, I look up and see a recruiter. I raise an eyebrow at my trainer, he just gives me a confused look and shrugs.

"You did good Griffin. I'm Jacob Springer, I'm a recruiter. I have an offer for you." The guy is blonde, with blue eyes, toned body, and a smooth skin. I give him a look to continue and nod. He says, "Come to Beverly Hills. They're MMA team isn't doing good these past years and we could use some new talent to bring them back up the ranks." He finishes and looks at me with almost desperation but hides it well. I look at my trainer and it looks like he's seeing stars and is smiling so bright. Not gonna lie it's kinda adorable.

"Lemme call my parents, cause they mange what I do with my fighting." I say and grab my phone and ring up my parents. 5 rings later my dad answers, "Hey Aidan! How's training? You need something?" He asks I chuckle because he's always been like this. "No dad, but there's someone here that is recruiting me to Beverly Hills. I want you and mom to talk to him cause we'd be moving from New York to the other side of the country." My father is silent and says for me to put him on the phone, so I hand my phone to the guy.

"Hello, this is Jacob Springer. I want your son at Beverly Hills High so he can bring up their ranks and get a good scholarship to Nebraska they have a great MMA team there." He says and Aidan's ears perk at Nebraska. He's always wanted to go there and the recruiter is right Beverly can get him there.

"Yeah, me and his mother are good with it cause it'll give him the opportunity but it's really up to my son." my father proclaims. I smile wide, my parents always cared about my education and my future but also they cared about me having a choice in my life. They would appreciate to carry the legacy of an UFC fighter but they didn't care what I did in life.

"Yeah I'll go. I'll go to Beverly Hills." I say smiling wide. Jacob looks pleased and my trainer looks so happy for me. "I have a place there and my sister trains people as well. I can call her and set her up with you to be able to train while in Beverly." Douglas, my trainer, says. I nod letting him know that, that would be great. Jacob hands me my phone back and I talk to my parents for a little bit then hang up.

~Week Later~

We're on a plane heading to my mothers house up in the hills. Literally. We get through security at the airport, get food, and wait for our gate to be called.

"So you excited sweetheart?" My mother, Ronda Rousey, asks me. I nod my head but that's all I put my head on her shoulder and start to drift off cause I'm tired. We woke up at 4am. We aren't going to make it by 7 but we will make it by like 9am. I feel my mom kiss my head and my dad rub my shoulder.

"Gate C3. Beverly Hills, California." The announcer says. I wake up due to my dad ruffling my hair, I get up, trudge over to the gate, take out my boarding pass on my phone, get one the plane, find my seat, and drift off to sleep.

"Hey kid wake up, we're here" I feel my dad lightly shake my shoulder. I look up adjusting to the light and getting comfortable standing again. Without falling over. I grab my carry on and leave the plane. I check the time, it's 10:30 am, we must've had a delay. We get into the car where our driver is waiting for us.

We make back to the house and I take a cold ass shower to help me wake up. By the time I finish it's 10:50. I get ready for the school day and leave for Beverly Hills High. I get in the car with the driver and turn on the radio to the fighting channel.

"Good morning Beverly Hills! Today is gonna be a fight with Juliana Peña and Amanda Nunez! Place your bets on who will win! Let's get to the weather." I tune out the radio once our drive start to talk. "Who do you think will win? I think Nunez will. She's been itching for her belt back." Our driver, Eugene, asks. I think for a minute ever since she lost her belt she's been training for a few months to get ready for this fight. Then I say, "I agree Nunez will win" I say simply.