Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 21:36:41 GMT -5
The California trip was taken early in preparation for World War and Logan’s second SCUV match. However, his pre-match rituals were put on hold for an extra day, as he had made a promise to visit his mother in Costa Mesa. Much to his girlfriend’s surprise, Logan invited Sadie as well, which brought about some nerves that Logan could easily recognize. It became even more apparent as they drove the rental car to her house.
“Are you going to be alright?” His hand left the automatic shift to hold hers, keeping his left on top of the wheel for control.
She seemed almost surprised when he asked, indicating she had probably been deep in thought, trying to decide how to act in front of Logan’s mother. “I think so.” she replied with accidental honesty, rather than trying to assure him she’d be fine.
Logan smirked lightly and looked to her, shaking his head. “It'll be fine, I promise. My mom is one of the most easy going people I know. Just be yourself.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” “Herself” wasn’t precisely the take-home-to-mom kind for most guys. Of course Logan also wasn’t most guys, but she had to imagine his mom was a lovely woman who didn’t need a heart attack over her son’s girlfriend.
“You worry too much about the world as a whole. Not everyone shares the same sentiments. My mom accepts everyone with a good heart. She's not much on fixating herself on the things that you would worry about.” Logan paused only to make a left turn. “As odd as it would be for me, she'd probably ask you about your latex and all.”
Luckily for them both, Sadie had worn the most “normal” thing she could find in her wardrobe in a pair of plain black pants, an old band tee, and a light jacket. Of course, there were still the heels… “I feel sick,” she groaned as she leaned back in the seat a little and rolled the window down to get some air.
Reflexively, Logan looked concerned. “Do you need me to stop?”
“No, it’s okay,” she tried to smile convincingly. “Maybe I should just stay in the car while you talk to her...”
The attempt to seem not disappointed probably failed, but he tried anyway. “If you want, babe. I can accept that if you're really not up to it.”
The rest of the ride was filled with his quiet assurances and her profuse apologies for her nerves. In the end, they ended up seated side-by-side on the couch across from Logan’s mother. Sadie clutched his hand in a death grip, trying to avoid her usual minor fidgeting and anything else that drew any attention in her direction.
“It's good you finally stopped by. I was wondering when I would get to see you again. You've practically been a stranger since you moved.” Logan’s mom had a slightly sad, but grateful tone to her words, still maintaining a smile at him and Sadie.
“I know, mom, I'm sorry. It's been busy, stressful, and everything in between. I'll make it a point to stop by more often now that I'm flying back and forth.”
“Don't go out of your way, I know you have a lot going on. Wrestling now… I saw your match.” She turned her attention to Sadie, whom she smiled at with a hint of a wink. “I don't miss my boy doing good for himself.”
“That’s so cute,” Sadie whispered under her breath to Logan. Straightening a little, if that were possible, she smiled back at his mother. “He’s very good, very dedicated. You should see how he prepares for his matches.”
“I have the students help me, and I watch videos. I do what I can, but I'm still learning my own methods.”
“I see Sadie here has to listen to your modesty bullshit too.” She laughed. “You have never done anything you didn't become the best at.”
“He’s got one of the biggest physical presences on the roster,” Sadie quickly agreed. “And one of the best minds for strategy as well. He doesn’t give himself enough credit. He out-wrestled and outsmarted Trixie, Toma Knupp, and Trent Bishop at the last show. I know he’s going to do the same to Tanja at World War.”
“I'll put my best foot forward. Just have to calculate the steps and focus on what secures the victory.” Logan had to laugh at himself. His stubborn modesty was apparent even to himself at the moment.
“You keep doing that Logan, and we will keep trying to convince you your natural ability outweighs it, like when you played sports as a kid. Just don't kill anyone. I thought for sure that blonde was going to die from that briefcase shot.” She glanced at Logan with a certain concern. She knew her son's strength well from supporting his many sporting ventures.
“Well, we can’t promise he isn’t going to do that to Tanja Devereaux too,” Sadie replied by way of a careful forewarning. “His strength and striking, along with her lesser ability to recover from big shots like that, is an advantage he’s going to play to. We’ve got no idea what weapons the fans will bring, but we’re—” she quickly corrected herself, “he’s going to make full use of it.”
“That's the plan. If you wanted to show up, you can mom. Watch the art in motion.”
She looked almost hesitant. “I could… but I don't know, son. I'd end up in a fight with someone… especially a certain someone you work with.”
“You've got that all wrong. She means well, and it's my business to handle.”
“I know, I loved her to death. I just don't like that you called and told me she slapped you like that. My protective side comes out.”
Unable to help herself, Sadie leaned forward conspiratorially. “I don’t actually know the first thing about fighting. Maybe you can show me how to throw a punch… just in case.”
“That is something we need to do,” Logan agreed. “Just in case. You have your own vicious side, just want to get you proficient with it.” He winked at Sadie as his mom looked on with a happy smile.
Though she actually looked quite nervous about the idea of learning any sort of combat skills, Sadie gave a little nod and a smile in return. Then she looked back to Logan’s mother. “You said Logan played a lot of sports when he was younger...” Her curious, nearly mischievous tone no doubt put a bit of dread in the big man beside her. “Do you have pictures?”
“I have tons, honey.”
With his mom's smile at Sadie, Logan put his hands behind his head. “Uh oh… ” The bragging would commence between the two, but Logan would do his best to mentally gameplan for Tanja.
“Are you going to be alright?” His hand left the automatic shift to hold hers, keeping his left on top of the wheel for control.
She seemed almost surprised when he asked, indicating she had probably been deep in thought, trying to decide how to act in front of Logan’s mother. “I think so.” she replied with accidental honesty, rather than trying to assure him she’d be fine.
Logan smirked lightly and looked to her, shaking his head. “It'll be fine, I promise. My mom is one of the most easy going people I know. Just be yourself.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” “Herself” wasn’t precisely the take-home-to-mom kind for most guys. Of course Logan also wasn’t most guys, but she had to imagine his mom was a lovely woman who didn’t need a heart attack over her son’s girlfriend.
“You worry too much about the world as a whole. Not everyone shares the same sentiments. My mom accepts everyone with a good heart. She's not much on fixating herself on the things that you would worry about.” Logan paused only to make a left turn. “As odd as it would be for me, she'd probably ask you about your latex and all.”
Luckily for them both, Sadie had worn the most “normal” thing she could find in her wardrobe in a pair of plain black pants, an old band tee, and a light jacket. Of course, there were still the heels… “I feel sick,” she groaned as she leaned back in the seat a little and rolled the window down to get some air.
Reflexively, Logan looked concerned. “Do you need me to stop?”
“No, it’s okay,” she tried to smile convincingly. “Maybe I should just stay in the car while you talk to her...”
The attempt to seem not disappointed probably failed, but he tried anyway. “If you want, babe. I can accept that if you're really not up to it.”
The rest of the ride was filled with his quiet assurances and her profuse apologies for her nerves. In the end, they ended up seated side-by-side on the couch across from Logan’s mother. Sadie clutched his hand in a death grip, trying to avoid her usual minor fidgeting and anything else that drew any attention in her direction.
“It's good you finally stopped by. I was wondering when I would get to see you again. You've practically been a stranger since you moved.” Logan’s mom had a slightly sad, but grateful tone to her words, still maintaining a smile at him and Sadie.
“I know, mom, I'm sorry. It's been busy, stressful, and everything in between. I'll make it a point to stop by more often now that I'm flying back and forth.”
“Don't go out of your way, I know you have a lot going on. Wrestling now… I saw your match.” She turned her attention to Sadie, whom she smiled at with a hint of a wink. “I don't miss my boy doing good for himself.”
“That’s so cute,” Sadie whispered under her breath to Logan. Straightening a little, if that were possible, she smiled back at his mother. “He’s very good, very dedicated. You should see how he prepares for his matches.”
“I have the students help me, and I watch videos. I do what I can, but I'm still learning my own methods.”
“I see Sadie here has to listen to your modesty bullshit too.” She laughed. “You have never done anything you didn't become the best at.”
“He’s got one of the biggest physical presences on the roster,” Sadie quickly agreed. “And one of the best minds for strategy as well. He doesn’t give himself enough credit. He out-wrestled and outsmarted Trixie, Toma Knupp, and Trent Bishop at the last show. I know he’s going to do the same to Tanja at World War.”
“I'll put my best foot forward. Just have to calculate the steps and focus on what secures the victory.” Logan had to laugh at himself. His stubborn modesty was apparent even to himself at the moment.
“You keep doing that Logan, and we will keep trying to convince you your natural ability outweighs it, like when you played sports as a kid. Just don't kill anyone. I thought for sure that blonde was going to die from that briefcase shot.” She glanced at Logan with a certain concern. She knew her son's strength well from supporting his many sporting ventures.
“Well, we can’t promise he isn’t going to do that to Tanja Devereaux too,” Sadie replied by way of a careful forewarning. “His strength and striking, along with her lesser ability to recover from big shots like that, is an advantage he’s going to play to. We’ve got no idea what weapons the fans will bring, but we’re—” she quickly corrected herself, “he’s going to make full use of it.”
“That's the plan. If you wanted to show up, you can mom. Watch the art in motion.”
She looked almost hesitant. “I could… but I don't know, son. I'd end up in a fight with someone… especially a certain someone you work with.”
“You've got that all wrong. She means well, and it's my business to handle.”
“I know, I loved her to death. I just don't like that you called and told me she slapped you like that. My protective side comes out.”
Unable to help herself, Sadie leaned forward conspiratorially. “I don’t actually know the first thing about fighting. Maybe you can show me how to throw a punch… just in case.”
“That is something we need to do,” Logan agreed. “Just in case. You have your own vicious side, just want to get you proficient with it.” He winked at Sadie as his mom looked on with a happy smile.
Though she actually looked quite nervous about the idea of learning any sort of combat skills, Sadie gave a little nod and a smile in return. Then she looked back to Logan’s mother. “You said Logan played a lot of sports when he was younger...” Her curious, nearly mischievous tone no doubt put a bit of dread in the big man beside her. “Do you have pictures?”
“I have tons, honey.”
With his mom's smile at Sadie, Logan put his hands behind his head. “Uh oh… ” The bragging would commence between the two, but Logan would do his best to mentally gameplan for Tanja.