“Not only do I have to work out the kinks, from two stubborn thick headed twins. Who’s communication skills are sometimes at a first graders level, but now I have to deal with womanizing psychopaths who’s only real reason for wanting me, is because they have nothing better to do then have something someone else has.” If my stress level was high earlier, it was through the roof now.

    “That’s why your staying here” Owen sighed, taking a seat.
    “No, there is no way I am missing your matches. Besides I am not going to let some punk ass twins scare me around. It will be safer anyways for me to be in a public place, when your brother fights I’ll be with you. And vise versa.”

Without to much more to say, they left that alone. Our time to head down, came quickly as I grabbed both bags against Owen’s orders. He ended up taking one, as did his brother making me feel useless. There weren’t a whole lot of females as coaches, so it was a little odd being in the men room getting the twins ready. But I ignored the stairs and remarks, as men checked out my ass as I bent over to wrap the twins hands. After a pinch to my behind, I lost all will not to kill someone.
    “Next ass who touches me, gets a swift kick to the balls.” Growling at all the eyes in here. They choose that exacted time to walk in, looking smug and pleased.

    “Hello Ms. Butler?” Lander smirked, leaning against the wall. Owen twitched as he glared at the man he was going to fight, though Lander hadn’t a clue.
    “Well it suddenly became full of shit in here, guys this way please” Grabbing the two bags. Lander frowned as I walked past him, not daring to touch me with Owen so close on my heels. I knew the female part would be empty since there wasn’t any female fights this week. Opening the door the twins frowned, as I dropped the bags.   

    “Get over it, its quite and private.” Grabbing the white wrap, finishing Owens hand.
    “You like it when were alone?” Van purred standing behind me, hands gripping my hips. Try as I might to keep the smirk down, it was to hard. Owen smiled as I finished up one hand, and motioned for the other one.
    “Behave” Slapping Van’s hands.
    “Oh, but we are” Kissing my neck. Titling my head so it was hard for him to kiss, I smiled trying to wrap Owens hand.

    “Stop, I can’t do this right with you teasing me” Pushing him to the side. That of course didn’t stop him, as he came back harder lifting my shirt and proceeding to kiss my back. Owen was holding back a laugh, as I was nearly jumping around trying to move out of Vans tickling kisses. Once finished I bopped Van on the head, like some kind of whack a mole.
    “Ow that wasn’t very nice. Here I am loving on you, and you hit me” Pouting, making me laugh.
    “Oh yes cause my little tap on the head will cause you so much damage” Grabbing a pair of wraps for his hands.

    “I don’t think you understand love” Spinning me around, so I had to face him.
    “You render us breathless with just one look, a hit from you would knock us out cold”
    “Well aren’t you romantic” Van gave me what could only be described as a provocative smile, making my legs go weak. Clearing my throat, I needed to get them ready not fantasy about what I wanted to do to them right now.

    “Okay Owen you got everything you need?” Looking at his brother. Van was sporting blue shorts, while his brother took on a blood red pair, white wraps on his arms and feet. Sighing I had a feeling I knew what he was missing. Rolling my eyes I groaned inwardly, this was not something I should have to talk about with a full grown man.
    “Here” Tossing his a cup.

Cause this isn’t awkward……

He looked at it, then back at me. If he thought I was helping him put that damn thing on, he was going to be waiting till he was old and grey.
    “I’m not helping you” Keeping my back to him. Van laughed, as he shook his head.
    “He doesn’t think its big enough” My hands covered my face as I rubbed my eyes, chuckling.
    “It will trust me” I couldn’t look at his face, cause I new I wouldn’t be able to keep it together. The door to the bathroom opened, and I waited with Van. Hearing the door open again I turned around, raising my eye to him. Nodding he looked a little uncomfortable….not nearly as much as I felt. Tossing Van his he laughed, walking into the bathroom.
    “Owen go warm up, I don’t need you to pull something” Motioning to the machines, walking away just as Van walked out.

    “How does it look” He smirked, making me blush.
    “Don’t be weird” Making him sit, so I could do his hands.
    “So how come you have these?” Finally asking after I finished his first hand.
    “Because its something I new you two would need”
    “Yes but I’m a little curious why you choose this kind” The ones I picked were newer, because they had been strength tested. Sounds weird but men sometimes miss when they kick, and the standard cups the gym offered weren’t strong enough against some of the powerful kicks.
    “You really want to know?” Not bothering to meet his eyes. Owen was paying attention as well, as he lifted a few weights.
    “Yes”

    “When I was little my brothers thought they were invincible, and would wear the damn things everywhere. Even to bed. After countless teasing on their part to me, I finally had enough. Bradley my oldest brother was in kicking range, and at the age of seven I power house kicked him cracking the cup in half.” My eyes looked up at Van, who had paled a little.
    Stand up I sighed, finished my story.

    “My father had to rush him to the hospital, because I had kicked the cup into his jewels.” The weight dropped to the floor, as Owen swallowed.
    “Do you make it a point to kick men in the jewels?”
    “No, I only do that for one of three reasons” Shrugging as I pulled out a few more things.
    “And they are?” Van pushed.
    “Oh did you want to know, so you could avoid that?” Smirking cause it was just to mess with them.
    “Yes that would be something we would want to know” He grumbled, as Owen walked over.
    “Alright, I don’t do it unless threatened, frightened or left without any other option.”

~Twins~

The deadly story of her kicking her brother, was a little scary as they shared a look. Maybe pissing off Riae wasn’t wise after all. Checking her watch she groaned, going over everything once more. Damn she was efficient, to a fault. Grabbing the bags, she had the follow her. Normally being in front was more their style, but not only did they get a good view of her from back here, they could also make sure no one grabbed her right from under them.

Dropping the bags near the front of the ring, she would be standing only a few feet from them. She had already had Owen warm up, and Van had started after her story. So right now all they could do was wait, something they hated. A towel was tossed over her shoulder, as she pulled out a cap of gel. Pointing to Owen to sit, he did so as she put a little gel on her fingers.

    “Their going to call you up first, keep you mind open. Don’t be thinking about anything else but the fight” Smearing the gel on parts of his face. It helped keep sweat out of your eyes, and seemed to slid a blow to the face right off. Where without it, the punch would grind like tire tread to a road.
    “Okay” She smiled at his voice, and capped the gel.

    “I’ll be fine, I’m going to be to busy screaming at you to go anywhere” He wanted to thank her, for knowing he was worried about her. But she already seemed to see it in his face, leaning into his ear she kissed him. The seats were all full, as the crowd roared to life. Flashes temporally blinded them as the announcer called for the two to get into the ring. Taking deep breaths, Riae was already in his corner holding his mouth guard.

    “Relax. Don’t let him get to you” He heard her say. Taking the mouth guard out of her hand he kissed her fingers, causing her to smile at him. The ref was standing waiting for the two, to tap fists which they did. The bell went off, sending them into a fit of punches and ducks. Stepping out of the way of a blow to the head, Lander smirking the whole time. Kicking outward he heard Riae scream at him, and smirked.

“COME ON OWEN” He took a hard blow to the face, as Lander came in for another hard hit. Pushing Owen into a corner Riae screams became louder, as she yelled at him.   
    “Get out of the corner” She hissed. Kneeing him in the stomach, Owen felt the air push through the mouth guard.  Riae growled at the blow, watching as he took a few more punches to the chest and head. He could almost see her grabbing her hair, freaking out for him. It seemed like hours before the bell for the first half to stop, letting the fighters get a drink and spit. Dropping in his corner she didn’t tell him what he did wrong, or lecture him on moves.

    She let him sip some water spitting a little out, and before he could put the mouth guard back in his mouth she leaned in whispering words he never thought about.
    “Owen if you two get hurt, who will protect me” The instant the bell rang. She was right, if Owen lost this match he wouldn’t care about the money or title, he’d be worried someone would think they were to weak and take her away from them. It would make matters worse, if his brother lost as well leaving her completely for the taken. Like a whip lash, he heard her.
    “Block him now” She screamed, and his hand moved instantly blocking the punch Lander sent to his gut. Again he heard her, as she yelled a yes. Confidence blew up inside his body, as he sent a blow to Landers gut making the man gasp.

    “That’s it” She yelled. His knee came up racking ribs, before two more punches hit his face. Lander got a hit off, pushing him backwards sending a spin kick at his head.
    “Block it” She screamed. And again his less worked arm, came up out of no where blocking the kick pushing it away. Sweat was dripping off them, as they kicked punched and tried to gain the upper hand.

“Come on Owen, now baby” She called, making his blood pump. Setting himself up he waited as Lander, took a step to him. Riae had given him a new move to work on, and he’d liked the way it worked for him. Faking a kick Lander went to block a move that was never really coming, as two fists connected with his chest and gut. Pushing him off his feet, dropping to the mat he dropped over his body giving the bastard a few good punches to the head. It was his subtle way of telling Lander to fuck off, that Riae was off limits.

The ref blew the whistle, counting and checking on Lander. But there was no way he was getting back up after that, flashes pounding Owen already stinging eyes. The noise was posing to making him irritable, as he looked over at Riae who was smiling from ear to ear. They called it, and Owen had won that round. One more tomorrow and he was golden, and it had been all thanks to Riae.