Fight Code

FC 7

“Don’t pull anything weird.” Frowning as they start coming close.
    “Wouldn’t dream of it” Owen chuckles before sitting down next to his brother.
    “Alright how about you tell me, why you have a huge record. I mean did you not like any of theses gyms?” Holding up their folders.
    “Where’d you get those” Van went to swipe them from me.
    “Aw aw aw, mine. Besides it’s a good read” Dropping them in my bottom desk draw, before kicking it closed.

    “So what kind of lies are in there?” Owen gritted his teeth, looking more animal then man.
    “None that I found. It just said you two have been through quiet a few trainers, and not a one could keep you longer then a month, or you were kicked out.” Rolling my fingers over the desk.
    “We weren’t kicked out” Van snapped.
    “Alright then you tell me your side of the truth.”
    “We left, that’s all there is to it” Folding his arms like a child.
    “Wow, how very grown up. Care to be a big boy and tell me why?”
    “Care for me to show you just how big I am” Standing up, leaning closer to me. Sighing I stood up.

    “Cunning brothers, what do you see when you look out the window?” Pulling up the shade for them to see the gym below.
    “Men trying to build strength.” Owen scoffed.
    “Left over’s” Van hummed.
    “Perhaps, but what I see or have seen is these men naked more times then I care to count, and all of them have said they were just as big. And frankly I don’t care, my job is to make you winners not see how large your ego can match your genital. So if your done trying to impress me, can we continue?” Dropping the shade, taking up my seat. Punching in a few key words, I watched the screen pull up the twins.
    “Were going to try something different. I’m guessing you two are bored, and that is part of the reason you keep leaving the gyms.”

    “Isn’t she clever” Sighing cause I’m really getting sick of their attitudes.
    “It has nothing to do with being clever, a blind man could see what your problem is. I’m just the one to bite it in the ass” Glaring at them both.
    “So what did you have in mind..coach?” Van putting to much emphasis on the coach. Pushing my key board away from me, I crossed my hands.
    “Were going to do what my father did to me” Smiling. It was funny seeing their faces, a mixture of curiosity and aggravation.
    “If your thinking I was trained like a girl, you’ll be terribly sorry. My father doesn’t discriminate, and even less with his only daughter.” Pushing out of her chair, she needed to get ready for her next client.

    “That’s it?” Van asked.
    “Yes be ready tomorrow, and since you decided to show up extra early today. I will be expecting you the same time tomorrow.” Opening my door for them to leave.
    “What happened to training us?” Standing up I met their eyes.
    “You have my full attention this morning, but your attitudes kicked you in the ass. Maybe tomorrow you wont argue with me.” I was done and ready for them to leave, so I could regain what was left of my day. But that didn’t seem to concern them.   

    “You’re the one who got into a scuffle with that player” Owen growled, taking a small step to me.
    “What I do is none of your business, no man will get the right to say as he pleases to me. Rick has been asking for it, for a while now. He would of at some point tried to touch me, at least now he wont.”

    “Are you saying you don’t let men touch you?” Van snickered. I knew where this was going.
    “No I don’t” Holding my ground. Owen stepped closer, the smell of him was powerful and more then my insides could handle.
    “You let us touch you” Grinning like a thief.
    “Yes, and it will never happen again” Glaring up at him. He seemed highly amused, and winked at me before walking out followed by Van.

For the rest of the day, I worked my last client before heading to the tattoo shop. Dropping my bag in my room, before getting ready for the few tattoo’s I had. Nero walked in all smiles, handing me my paycheck.