Fight Code

FC 29

“Spunky little vixen aren’t you” Like a bolt of untamed lightening he grabbed her arm, sending Owen ready to kill. She stood firm, as her eyes trailed up his arm which firmly held hers. The intense snapping sound, as she whipped around pinning him by the throat to the wall. Hissing at his brother when he took a step to intervene.

    “I suggest you piss off, I am not some little toy for you to mess with. I also suggest you stay away from my fighters, until the match. Or else you’ll be dealing with the Butlers” His eyes widened, as she pushed harder on his wind pipe before letting go.
    “Shall we” She purrs, looking more like a pleased tiger. Walking around Lanner his brother rubbed his throat, as she didn’t even take a look over her shoulder.

~Riae~

I had a thick supposition that those two twins where the ones fighting my boy, it was just to much of a damn coincidence. The sheet I had gotten from Billy was times, but he had been a family friend and wrote down who my boys were fighting in the first round. Livid I was when I found out, management wanted to have two sets of twins face off. Saying it would bring a high up crowed, because twins where rare to begin with. And a double set fighting was just the golden ticket they needed to make this fight even better.

The Sterling’s were decent fighters, but I wasn’t worried about my guys beating them. What did have me worried was the look in their eyes, when the Sterling’s looked at me. Their guarding me only proved to make me more uncomfortable, pinning the little bastard to the wall was to not only easy my own fear but theirs as well. Maybe if they knew I’d be fine, they could focus on the fight better. Distractions were a fighters worst vice, if the twins couldn’t focus on the fight they wouldn’t win.

Closing the elevator door, my hands were shaking with the fast pumping adrenaline. I needed to have a drink, calm my nerves. Heat puffing off the twins wasn’t helping me, as I stepped out of the elevator. The shooting pain in my legs spiked, and before I could fall I dipped into an office room that would be empty. Closing the door behind me, they staid silent as I dropped into a chair. Sighing out in pain, I rubbed the tender spot.

This also gave me a chance to talk to them, seeing as how they probably had a history. Most fighters tend to stick to a small group, but they have clicks just like high scholars. Being that the Sterling’s and Cunning’s had the twin thing in common, I’d bet my life they had some heated tension. Looking up to meet their worried glazed over eyes, Owen was holding a tight leash on his anger at the current moment. While Van seemed deep in thought.
    “Sit” I snapped, bringing them both out of their stupor. Sliding the chair out, each sitting.
    “Talk” I said rubbing my need in small circles.

    “About?” Van asked, sending him a pointed glare he sank a little in the office chair.
    “Don’t bullshit me. You two have history, and as your couch I have the right to know what could hinder my fighters. So spill it” Hissing the end. I was in no mood for bullshit, or beating around the bush. The dead silent room seemed to go on forever, as my temper strings snapped one by one. I was basically asking them to talk about feelings, and past events something I didn’t see them doing. In all honesty I didn’t see them talking period, they were always very reserved.

My fist made contact with the table, making them jump a little. Pushing off the table, I glared at them running the words through my head.
    “DAMN IT! What the hell do you think your doing? How many times am I suppose to prove to your two blockheads, that I have your best interest in mind. I’m not here because I can fight, or because I like being drooled over. I’m here because of you two, so you can get your god damn names on a fucking front cover. So you can have that title you so desperately want. But if you can’t answer a simply question….” I let my words hang, as I had already pretty much gotten their full attention.

Pinching my nose my eyes closed, as I tried to push the ever building headache away. These two always seemed to push my to my breaking point, and then some. Sighing in defeat, this wasn’t going to get us anywhere. Walking away I felt both my wrist pull, as the heat around them stopped me. I knew what they were trying to do, if there was one thing I learned from these two it was hope to speak in body language. Saying sorry wasn’t something they did, at least not very offend. Snapping my wrists to my side, I held my ground as I made sure my throat was clear.