UFC/ MMA/ AU
He was about to take out his card, when the waitress came by with a second breakfast.
"Woah is that for me?"
"No it's for your invisible boyfriend" Maeve huffs, jerking his plate in his face. He smiles and takes it taking a couple mouthfuls before, getting the chef to wrap it up in clingfilm. He takes it to his room and changes his shirt into a darker colour. The last thing he needed was Khabib's father making comments. Every time he saw him. He was reminded of how much he wasn't liked. How dark he was, how different he was. He'd find out sooner or later. He could feel it in his bones.
He gets to the meeting five minutes early. They're planning to take Khabib up to Scotland, his Dad's orders.
"Scotland? Wait, I thought we were going straight to the UK?!" Eric announces.
"Change of plan" His Father Abdulmanapovich, [known as Abdul] said.
"Why?"
"Because"
"There are people that want to see him over there..." Khabib's coach Javier nods.
"Yeah man, all that money just going to waste in London?" Eric questions. He stares at the frown lines in Abdul's face and shakes his head. He never turned down Khabib's media opportunities, so why now?
"We'll talk to him. He's back at the hotel" Abdul says.
"Sure, keep me updated" Eric nods. His father shrugs and he knows that his dad will try and push him out. To let off some steam he goes to the hotel gym. He is just cleaning the treadmill, about to get on it, when he feels something getting chucked at him. "What the fuck?" He turns around and sees Khabib. He waves.
"What the hell did you just throw?"
"Relax brother, just honey from hotel"
"That was pretty hard" Eric said getting off the treadmill. He knew that Khabib was training for Tony right now, but deep down they both knew there was a high chance it would be cancelled. This was the fifth time, this had been arranged. There had been injuries, bad weight cuts and April fool trips. When Khabib VS Ferguson Five had been set up. Everyone was healthy and anyone, everywhere could go on holiday. Now they were weeks away from the fight, a pandemic had taken over and everyone's fighting future was a blizzard.
"Khabib I wanna go to the UK. Back to Moordale"
"Fine"
"I want you to come with me. With everything going on. This fight is gonna be cancelled and I wanna know that your safe" Eric whispers.
Khabib smiles and wipes the sweat from his brow. He had weight training to do, but for now, Eric would come first. "Let's talk about it" He pats Eric gently on the arse and points to the door. "You want me to go to moordale? Convince me!" He smirks.