“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.

    “Not now” Walking out of the room. Picking my head up as people were looking at me, I smiled faking the good name Butler as my father had wanted me to be the little doll he needed for the image. Walking around greeting people is more work then you would think, as I kissed ass and did what a good daughter should do. All of this would get back to my father, and if he didn’t hear even about how wonderful his daughter was, and how she spoke so highly of the gym then she was be in a shit load of trouble.

    Posing in front of tones of cameras, fighters floated over like bees to a freely opened flower. Men kissed my cheeks, some going as far as trying to grab my ass. Sighing photos, talking with sponcers and people interested in investing took up a lot of my time. A tap to my shoulder had me spinning around giving my fake smile, till I saw Jerry my smile turned real.
    “Hi yea love” He smiled.

    “Oh thank god” Hugging the sweet older man.
    “Ohh boy. What is this about, not that I’m complaining” Winking at me, grabbing my water bottle I gave him a weak smile.
    “Jerry I’m so tried. Forgive me” Sitting next to him, as the flood of people went away for a minute.
    “Aww love, you need to relax. I thought those twins of yours were here?” Looking around. I nodded, feeling the twist in my heart.

    “Yes, but we sort of had a fight…well no a fight would evolve two people yelling. I did all of that, while they sat there and looked stupidly at me” Shaking my hand through my hair.
    “Yea I see that. Their more the silent type, but I think you have warmed up to you. They were a lot worse when they first started off, maybe they aren’t thinking clearly.” Patting my leg.
    “I suppose not” Taking another drink.

“Give them a little slack, perhaps they are worried about you?” I huffed, as Jerry raised his brow. Damn old man knew to much for his own good.
    “Did you check in yet?” Changing the subject, which he chuckled to.
    “Yes, I’m all set. I expect my sexy couch to be yelling at me, she’s a tough broad” winking at me, I smiled.
    “I hear she’s a bitch” Sucking on the water bottle. Standing up he snickered, patting my head.
    “Only when she doesn’t get her way” Laughing I watched him leave.

Tossing the empty bottle into a large grey can, I made myself look for the twins. The dome was rather large, with seating that went all the way around giving a good angle to anyone watching. In the center, was the ring where the bright red three strand ropes where running all around the four corners. I could almost feel the floor of the ring under my feet, as it would be firm yet give a little to your bodies movements.

Tonight would be full of camera’s flashing, while the people cheered and boo’d for their favorites. I’d be a nervous wreck, as I stood at the red line on the floor waiting for the bell to ring so I could check on my fighter. All while trying to give him words of wisdom, in less them seven seconds. As much as I loved being a couch I missed the blood, sweat, tears, and heart I gave to fighting in that ring.

Those blinding light right above, would make your eyes hurt when sweat dripped into them. You feet would ache from trying to keep a safe distance from your appoints fists, all while trying to give yourself the upper hand. Saliva would pool in your mouth, almost making your chock because of the stupid mouth guard. Being fortunate enough not to have to wear a cup, was one blessing about being a woman. Screams from my father as he tried to get me to listen over the huge crowds screams.

Instantly my hands went into my pockets, as I fought the urge to cry for myself. Had I not been so cocky to fight above my weight limit, I might have been the best female fighter today. But I had gotten bored and was blinded about being better then a man. That and my father had said I would be fine, how wrong he was. I was far from fine, as that huge man nearly killed me. Both physically…and mentally.

Someone coughed to my left, making me turn to them. A skinny reporter dressed in less then professional, clothing looked at me over wide rim glasses. My fake smile raked across my face, as I prepared myself of the horrible questions he was going to throw at me.
    “Yes?” Being polite.
    “Mrs Butler, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?” He was nasally as I smiled.
    “Sure” Nodding, as I mentally wanted to push his head into a soda machine.
    “Is it true you have two new fighter?”
    “Yes that’s true”

    “Are they the Cunning brother?” He was jotting down everything.
    “Yes they are” Wondering where he was going with this,
    “Have you slept with them?” My heart cracked.
    “I don’t see who that is any of your business, what kind of questions are these?”
    “Well I am sure you are well aware, of the twins reputation with woman. And seeing as how your father had a high level name going, it wouldn’t be becoming of his only daughter to be sleeping with her fighters” He was keeping his smirk to himself.

“I’m not sure who you think you are, but my fathers name isn’t going to be tainted by the likes of you. The Cunning brothers don’t need to sleep with me to get the best training. They are already in the top of their class, which you will see here to night.” Holding my ground, while the little pipsqueak fixed his glasses.
    “Yes well, are you sure their getting the best training? Or are you proving them with a little bit more training, in other areas?” He was brewing for information, and the only thing I wanted to give him was a black eye.

    “Why you little…” A hand came around my mouth, while a finger tapped my lips. Even if the mans eyes didn’t say it all, I would of known it was Owen. Watching as Van rounded his brother, like a stalking wolf. Stepping to the reporter, he snatched the pad making the nerd like man reach for it. Frowning Van glared at him, before ripping the page out.

    “Hey, you can’t do that” Catching the note pad, as Van tossed it back to him.
    “I just did” He hissed, which I swear it made the man piss himself. Without a word I was pulled along to walk away from the man, as the two made people move to the far sides of the walls. I tried to send reassuring smiles to the poor people, but the twins where on one of their rampages as they pulled me into an elevator. Owen almost locked the up button as his finger jammed on it, door closed as we rose upward. Feeling like I was the one who was in trouble, I kept silent as the doors opened.