With what feels like hundred of agents and un-needed people running around the backstage area George felt dizzy watching everyone scurry about. Catching a quick glimpse at Ivy and her mate. Flashing them a toothy grim and offering a wave, before more than a few seconds, he was being called out for. Grabbing his attention quickly. It was Johnathan, his manager. Making his way over to him, George followed Johnathanâs gaze. His gaze lead him straight to the big handy clock that they had counting down for the match. Stating two minutes. âClydeâll call for you when youâre on, yeah?â His thick Scottish accent rang through Georgeâs ears, he nodded. Clad in an awfully colored robe, George found himself near the door that heâd use to enter the arena. The dimming of the light ensued roars from the crowd and his heart rate to speed up.
Within almost no time, George was up against another boxer in the arena. The loud roars and thumps rang through Val's ears, though she found herself off her seat and cheering for George. Time passed them by, and the next thing she knew she was stood between several excited members, who were running around the place. A few camera flashes came from here and there, nothing the two girls weren't used to. "George, this is Valentina. Valentina, this is George." Ivy introduced the two once the older boy came into sight, as if they had no idea who they were. "Pleasure. I've heard a lot about you," The blonde began, her wide eyes examining his features while a smile tugged at her lips and her hand extended itself towards George. "And before you ask, no I'm not related to Valentino in any way." Valentina joked, feeling uncontrollably flustered and self conscious for no reason.
