sizzling links on a serving tray.
"Sometimes... it's exciting watching them, but when it's Tony in there... I don't know..." she paused." It's tough."
He smiled at her as she looked down and continued mixing the thick batter.
"He's your family. Of course you care if he gets his ass beat." he laughed and she did as well.
"It's funny sometimes actually, especially when they're talkin' smack and displaying the manliness. I get a kick out of it…all that testosterone in the air!"
"Have you ever seen my fights?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
She frowned and thought about all the fights she had seen.
"No...I don't think I have. Yesterday was my first time seeing you…I think."
"Well you're gonna have to promise to watch my next fight."
"Oh yeah?" she giggled. "When is it?"
"In two weeks. I'm flying out to Vegas."
"Who are you fighting?"
"Volchev." he said nonchalantly.
Her mouth dropped and she frowned at him.
“Volchev? That guy?”
She was hoping that she heard wrong but apparently Dorian was to fight the "Russian Bear." Volchev was a beast of a man who probably weighed over 250 lbs. and was well known for his hard knockout punches. The heavy weight class ranged from 206 lbs. to 265 lbs. and he was much bigger than Dorian. Most would assume Dorian to be clearly outmatched.
"How much do you weigh?" she said with a frown still on her face.
"215 give or take." he said with the most amused look on his face.
"That guy is freakin' huge!" she said out loud, with a hand covering her mouth.
She realized that her reaction implied that Dorian couldn't take the Russian on and she began to feel bad.
"Wait, that came out wrong...I didn't mean to..."
"It's ok." he laughed. "Are you worried about me?"
"Well... I'm sure you're a great fighter…it's just that, that guy is no joke. I've seen what his opponents look like after his fights and they're a mess." she said looking concerned.
She had actually forgotten about what happened the night before and was being her normal self.
"Well, did you know that I beat Tony? The first fight he lost was to me, and he's probably about 20 lbs. heavier. It's not always about the size of a fighter. Depending on their skills, anyone can have an advantage over a bigger fighter."
"That was you? I remember when he came home after that fight. He was really upset. I guess he was letting his winning streak get to his head."
"He's a great fighter and I really respect him. I know what it feels like to lose and then have to pick your-self back up again. It's a hard thing to do...and he's lucky that he had you in his corner." he said with a smile.
"Me? I don't even think I do much to encourage him. At first I made fun of him because it seemed his head was blowing up when he just kept winning. But I started to feel bad for him and gave him some space. I think he's gotten over it though and things are back to normal."
"He talks about you a lot you know...when we train together. I thought you were his girlfriend at first." he laughed.
"What do you mean?”
"Well, you cook, you clean and do a lot of stuff that he can't do for himself… and you don't seem to make a big deal out of it."
"Yea well that moron would probably keel over if I wasn't here." she giggled.
"That's what I mean. He’s lucky!"
"Well thanks, I appreciate it... after last night he..." and then it all came back to her.
Last night.
She was quiet for a minute as they stood across the counter. He had a smile on his face and she looked at him with guilty eyes. The front door slammed suddenly and Tony's heavy footsteps were coming towards the kitchen. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip and thanked the heavens that the awkward silence was broken.
"Somethin' smells good!" Tony said as he walked in with his sweats.
She quickly went to the empty skillet and poured the egg
"Sometimes... it's exciting watching them, but when it's Tony in there... I don't know..." she paused." It's tough."
He smiled at her as she looked down and continued mixing the thick batter.
"He's your family. Of course you care if he gets his ass beat." he laughed and she did as well.
"It's funny sometimes actually, especially when they're talkin' smack and displaying the manliness. I get a kick out of it…all that testosterone in the air!"
"Have you ever seen my fights?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
She frowned and thought about all the fights she had seen.
"No...I don't think I have. Yesterday was my first time seeing you…I think."
"Well you're gonna have to promise to watch my next fight."
"Oh yeah?" she giggled. "When is it?"
"In two weeks. I'm flying out to Vegas."
"Who are you fighting?"
"Volchev." he said nonchalantly.
Her mouth dropped and she frowned at him.
“Volchev? That guy?”
She was hoping that she heard wrong but apparently Dorian was to fight the "Russian Bear." Volchev was a beast of a man who probably weighed over 250 lbs. and was well known for his hard knockout punches. The heavy weight class ranged from 206 lbs. to 265 lbs. and he was much bigger than Dorian. Most would assume Dorian to be clearly outmatched.
"How much do you weigh?" she said with a frown still on her face.
"215 give or take." he said with the most amused look on his face.
"That guy is freakin' huge!" she said out loud, with a hand covering her mouth.
She realized that her reaction implied that Dorian couldn't take the Russian on and she began to feel bad.
"Wait, that came out wrong...I didn't mean to..."
"It's ok." he laughed. "Are you worried about me?"
"Well... I'm sure you're a great fighter…it's just that, that guy is no joke. I've seen what his opponents look like after his fights and they're a mess." she said looking concerned.
She had actually forgotten about what happened the night before and was being her normal self.
"Well, did you know that I beat Tony? The first fight he lost was to me, and he's probably about 20 lbs. heavier. It's not always about the size of a fighter. Depending on their skills, anyone can have an advantage over a bigger fighter."
"That was you? I remember when he came home after that fight. He was really upset. I guess he was letting his winning streak get to his head."
"He's a great fighter and I really respect him. I know what it feels like to lose and then have to pick your-self back up again. It's a hard thing to do...and he's lucky that he had you in his corner." he said with a smile.
"Me? I don't even think I do much to encourage him. At first I made fun of him because it seemed his head was blowing up when he just kept winning. But I started to feel bad for him and gave him some space. I think he's gotten over it though and things are back to normal."
"He talks about you a lot you know...when we train together. I thought you were his girlfriend at first." he laughed.
"What do you mean?”
"Well, you cook, you clean and do a lot of stuff that he can't do for himself… and you don't seem to make a big deal out of it."
"Yea well that moron would probably keel over if I wasn't here." she giggled.
"That's what I mean. He’s lucky!"
"Well thanks, I appreciate it... after last night he..." and then it all came back to her.
Last night.
She was quiet for a minute as they stood across the counter. He had a smile on his face and she looked at him with guilty eyes. The front door slammed suddenly and Tony's heavy footsteps were coming towards the kitchen. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip and thanked the heavens that the awkward silence was broken.
"Somethin' smells good!" Tony said as he walked in with his sweats.
She quickly went to the empty skillet and poured the egg
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