Post by Izzy Roxx on Feb 24, 2018 17:32:59 GMT -5
'Go on. Hit me!'
'I don't wanna!'
'Seriously. Hit me. Right here. C'mon!'
West Coast Genesis Long Beach Champion Adam Sanders leans in to proffer his cheek, pointing at it with one finger. His girlfriend, however, is still less than willing to comply to his wishes.
'Adam, no!'
Sanders sighs.
'Iz...in a couple of days, you're gonna have to hit me anyway. Heck, I'm gonna have to hit you, too. I just want to make sure you're prepared. You know?'
The defending Champion once again leans in to put his cheek within reach of his girlfriend.
'Now...hit me. C'mon.'
This time, Long Beach Championship challenger Izzy Roxx does at least make an attempt at doing what her boyfriend asked of her. Albeit reluctantly, she steps in towards Adam, her gaze never leaving his, studying it for any signs of reticence or displeasure. Seeing none – Sanders' expression is still as placid as ever – the youngster does eventually venture to lift a hand, hesitantly balling it into a fist before swinging it forward in an arc towards her boyfriend's face...
'NO!'
Izzy pulls her hand back at the last minute, turning away from Adam and stalking across the room in disgust. A moment later, she flops onto the couch in the South Bay Champion's living room, while simultaneously taking her frustrations out on her plush Bidoof. The stuffed animal goes flying across the room from Izzy's punch, as the youngster groans:
'This is so DUMB! Why do we gotta fight each other anyway? Why me? Why did it have to be me? Why couldn't they have put you up against some jerk, and then you could whup their butt and keep your belt, and I could be losing to somebody else in the opening match, and we could both be happy!'
The brunette gives another high-pitched groan of frustration, throwing one of her boyfriend's sofa cushions across the room.
'This whole thing is whack, man. Just Saiyan. Somebody in that place is low-key trying to mess with our relationship. Like, for real.'
Surprisingly, Adam does not immediately shout down his girlfriend's concerns; instead, he moves over to sit by her side, his brow furrowing in thought.
'You think so?'
Izzy nods.
'Yeah. Think about it. Why else would they pick me to face you? They know we're dating. Everybody knows. They could have picked anybody else. They could have given Shawn a rematch. Or they could'a picked, I dunno, Remy. Or Tasmin. Or somebody who wasn't your freakin' girlfriend! Don't you think?'
Adam shrugs.
'There was a contendership match. You won it. That's why it's you. It's not a conspiracy... It's just bad luck. Besides, we were not even dating yet back then...'
Izzy, however, is not so easily appeased.
'Yeah, well, we're dating now. And I don't wanna fight you. And I especially don't wanna fight you for your belt, 'cause I really want you to keep it. You deserve it. You deserve it a heck of a lot more than me...'
Here, however, Adam is quick to cut in.
'Stop that. Stop. That. You're not as bad as you think.'
'I'm not better than you...'
Izzy appears, however, too deflated to push her argument any further, instead only reverting back to her downcast demeanour.
'Who cares anyway...if I'm gonna lose to anybody, at least it's to you...'
Once again, Adam makes no attempt to argue with his girlfriend, or try to change her view pertaining to their match; instead, he simply places a hand on her shoulder, letting that gesture stand in for whatever words he might have come up with. The meaning, however, is not lost on Izzy, who looks up at her boyfriend and attempts something vaguely resembling a smile. Adam's own face lights up at the sight of this, the South Bay Champion beaming as he suggests:
'Waffles?'
His girlfriend nods, a twinkle returning to her eye.
'Waffles.'
A moment later, the pair leave Sanders' apartment headed for the nearest Waffle House, their match at the weekend at least temporarily out of their minds.