[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjU0LmJhMWZmZi5MaTR1YzJobEozTWdlVzkxY2lCdGIyMF8uMQAA/tylerwolf.regular.png[/img] [img]https://media.tenor.com/images/67ecfd801887bf992d1679dd4da77e72/tenor.gif[/img] [sub][i]A Collaboration Between: [@Bee] and [@Fabricant451] Featuring: [color=pink]Allison Bentley[/color] and [color=7FFFD4]Sam Lassiter[/color][/i][/sub][/center] [hr] It was yet another day in sunny Beverly Hills… so what was Allison doing? That was a question not even she could answer, honestly. One minute she was home and the next she had decided to go out on a whim. She didn’t know where she was, but it didn’t matter. The sun was bearing down on her like the weight of her woes, but Allison didn’t care. At least she was out and about instead of being cooped up in her room all day. Much like the typical Allison fashion, she was strolling on the street without a care in the world. Earphones were in, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mnDBXSKAbs]music[/url] blaring as she weaved her way through the elite of Beverly Hills. It was sure nice to be outside. Hopefully she wouldn’t run into someone that she knew. Sam didn’t even [i]like[/i] smoothies. To her they were like the drink version of people who went to the gym once on January second and quit because their limbs hurt the next day and all they had to show for it was maybe a pound off. Smoothies were fruits for people who thought eating a fruit was too much work. And yet, there she was with an apple smoothie - a cinnamon apple smoothie - which was way more of a dessert type thing than some kind of substitute for the real thing. She had been suckered in by the advertising and her love of apples. She saw an apple drawn in chalk on a road sign and she stopped in. A woman of simple tastes, but she was allowed. It was days like this that Sam disliked the most. She couldn’t just live at the Club every day but it was in these off days that her shocking lack of a hobby outside of sparring and training shone through like a beacon. Her lack of hobbies and recent shenanigans from Owen trying to be Mister Miyagi were a cause for distraction - which was why Sam, in her unusually uncoordinated self, accidentally shoulder bumped into someone shorter than she and almost dropping her smoothie. [color=7FFFD4][b]”Sorry, dude, you good?”[/b][/color] Allison had been knocked off kilter when she suddenly ran into what she assumed to be the largest woman she had ever seen in her life. She didn’t see this girl at all, but there she was with the hardest shoulder bump of her life. Allison swore her shoulder was dislocated from that impact. Turning around to look at the girl she had just bumped into, she had to look up from what she assumed to be miles and miles of leg before she got to one thing in particular that caught her eye. Was… that her mom on her shirt? Blinking twice as she stared at the tall girl’s chest, she soon confirmed that was in fact, one of her moms. It was her mom, Hana, the sweetest lady on the planet yet so scary whenever she saw her in promotional material. Blinking again, she looked at the tall girl in the eyes. [color=pink][b]”Yeah… I’m okay. You?”[/b][/color] Allison was quick to point at the girl shirt after her response, [color=pink][b]”Hey - that’s my mom!”[/b][/color] What was it with Sam and people bumping into her...or the other way around? First the kid on the boat with the nachos and whatever and now this girl - the two of them were probably made for each other - but at least this time Sam didn’t wind up spilling food or drink all over the place. Instead she looked somewhat confused and looked behind her only to see that behind her was no one that matched the description of a mother. [color=7FFFD4][b]”What? Are you like lost or something? I’m not your mom, dude, I’m not old enough.”[/b][/color] Allison was a little dumbfounded with the girl’s response. No - she wasn’t referring to the girl herself. Allison was pretty sure that this tall stranger in the middle of the street wasn’t her mom. She pointed at her shirt, [color=pink][b]”No, dude. Your shirt. My mom is on there.”[/b][/color] Fortunately Sam hadn’t been taking a sip of her smoothie because if she had she was likely to snort it over the place with her sudden bit of laughter. Sure, maybe in the girl’s headcanon or something, Sam was sure that whatshername the popular girl once mentioned how she wanted Death Adder to be her ‘mommy’ but that was probably a different thing. [color=7FFFD4][b]”I’m pretty sure Death Adder doesn’t have kids. And no offense or anything but you don’t exactly look like her.”[/b][/color] Allison frowned a bit at the notion that she was not the daughter of Death Adder and Tsunami. [color=pink][b]”She does. How do you know she doesn’t? Doesn’t it say she does on her Wikipedia page?”[/b][/color] Allison wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to prove that she was their daughter, but she hoped that her adamant nature was enough. It wasn’t going to be, but Allison could only hope. [color=7FFFD4][b]”I dunno, I haven’t been to her Wikipedia page but I doubt they’d mention her kid unless her kid did something substantial.”[/b][/color] Was Sam being rude? Maybe. But while she couldn’t claim to be an expert on all things AWE and Death Adder (the shirt was purchased as a gift and she watched wrestling with her dad...and not so much anymore) she could claim that if Adder was to have a kid she would expect him or her to be...well...not too dissimilar. [color=7FFFD4][b]”Were you adopted?”[/b][/color] Well, at least she was getting somewhere with this girl. That was a good start to disprove the fact that she wasn’t the child of her parents. [color=pink][b]”Go check it! You’ll see they mention me in her ‘personal life’ section.”[/b][/color] The next question had come to Allison as not much of a surprise. After all, Adder was Asian and she was whiter than snow. [color=pink][b]”No. My other mom had me. They got a donor, I think.”[/b][/color] [color=7FFFD4][b]”Hold up. Your [i]other[/i] mom?”[/b][/color] Sam wasn’t bigoted, that wasn’t the reason for her surprise but she just never figured Adder was, well, gay. Of course that sort of thing didn’t really matter when she was kicking people in the face but it was more of a tidbit than anything else. [color=7FFFD4][b]”Dude you’re totally pulling my leg, aren’t you?”[/b][/color] [color=pink][b]”Yeah, I have two moms. Death Adder and Tsunami! I thought you’d know this!”[/b][/color] Allison shrugged. Then she had a brain spark. This idea of hers was going to prove that Allison was, in fact, the daughter of Death Adder and Tsunami. Pulling out her phone, she immediately opened up the pictures section and pulled out a picture of her at her birthday party last year. In the photo was Allison with a litlte hat on her, as well as Tsunami and Death Adder by her side smiling with her as their little daughter celebrated another year of life. [color=pink][b]”How’s that for proof?”[/b][/color] It was hard to deny evidence and Sam wasn’t about to claim that photos on the girl’s phone were doctored. Sam wasn’t sure she’d ever seen Death Adder smile like that, but then by the time she stopped watching old footage with her dad she stopped watching altogether. Honestly if it wasn’t for a certain Green, Sam probably wouldn’t even still have the shirt. Too many memories and few of them happy. [color=7FFFD4][b]”What the hell...what did you say your name was?”[/b][/color] The look on her face and her reaction had said it all. Finally, she’d managed to convince someone. [color=pink][b]”My name’s Allison.”[/b][/color] Allison stuck out a hand for the tall lady to shake, [color=pink][b]”And you?”[/b][/color] [color=7FFFD4][b]”Sam. Sam Lassiter.”[/b][/color] A handshake was oddly formal but Sam observed the politeness and shook it in kind, careful not to grip it too hard to cause discomfort. [color=7FFFD4][b]”No offense, but if your mom was still in her prime she’d be on my list of ‘people I’d like to fight’. I’m sure she gets that a lot. Man...isn’t it weird how your mom made your mom bleed and stuff?”[/b][/color] [color=pink][b]”Which mom are you talking about?”[/b][/color] Allison asked. Both her moms kicked some ass before she came around. However, now that Allison’s bitch ass was here, her moms had to tone it back significantly. Hell, Allison was even in an episode of AWE a couple of times, as a baby though. However she had no idea what this Sam was talking about now. Her moms didn’t make each other bleed, did they? [color=pink][b]”Wait what are you talking about? My moms didn’t make each other bleed. They were a tag team!”[/b][/color] Sam’s snickering was almost condescending if it wasn’t done in full light hearted jest and good naturedly. If she hadn’t just seen the pictures Sam would one hundred percent believe that Allison was now absolutely fucking with her. [color=7FFFD4][b]”Dude are you kidding me? Adder and Tsunami beat the shit out of each other. Like I’m pretty sure they bled for real. Like it’s on everyone’s ‘Top Ten Feuds’ list.”[/b][/color] Allison had the most confused look on her face. Never did her moms seem like the type of people to beat each other up. It was hard enough for her to believe that every night they went away they were on screen beating people up. That much she knew, but she knew nothing about the feud they had, because she had always been lead to believe that her parents had just been a tag team forever. [color=pink][b]”Are you fucking with me? Why would my mo- I mean Adder ‘beat the shit’ out of Tsunami?”[/b][/color] Allison was clearly distressed. [color=7FFFD4][b]”Because it made for cool matches? My dad watched every week because of it. How could you not know?”[/b][/color] From Sam’s point of view this was like the child of an actor not knowing their parent was in movies. [color=7FFFD4][b]”I know someone who doesn’t shut up about the way your mom kicked people - including your other mom. It’s...it’s kinda annoying if you don’t cut her off. Oh!”[/b][/color] Sam snapped her finger. [color=7FFFD4][b]”Dude, you’re in high school, yeah? I’m gonna introduce you, you’re gonna be popular. Nepotism at its best.”[/b][/color] [color=pink][b]”I- uh… what?”[/b][/color] Sam was talking at a million miles an hour and Allison’s brain was processing her words at a tenth of that speed. [color=pink][b]”I go to the local high school - yeah? I don’t know what’s going on.”[/b][/color] Allison shrugged, those big ol’ eyes of hers suddenly employing a somewhat concerned look. Sam was already thinking of the text to send. What good fortune that she would run into someone who was basically future BHHS royalty. And people said Sam Lassiter didn’t care about the little guy! [color=7FFFD4][b]”There’s basically a bounty on your head, dude. Don’t worry, it’s not bad. You should give me your number.”[/b][/color] [color=pink][b]”Wait, what? Why? Nobody knows who I am!”[/b][/color] Allison replied. Why was there a bounty on her all of a sudden? Was this the doing of Lillian? Had she really pissed her off that much? Poor Allison was beyond confused. But… she had to give this girl her number. She had asked for it, after all. [color=pink][b]”It’s uh… 213-555-5671”[/b][/color] Sam was quick to tap in the number and add it to her address book - before long that number would be in the hands of another and Sam would have done her due diligence as an Elite in keeping the potential unsavory elements placated. [color=7FFFD4][b]”Exactly. And now [i]somebody[/i] will. Trust me, dude, you’ll thank me for it later. Monday at lunch? Come find me. Or don’t. Whatever.”[/b][/color] [color=pink][b]”Uh. Okay.”[/b][/color] Allison nodded, before putting her phone back in. She anticipated on finding this girl to not be very hard. She was probably the tallest girl on campus. Thinking that the interaction was over, Allison simply nodded. [color=pink][b]”Alright cool. I’ll see you around then!”[/b][/color] Allison waved, before she started walking off a random direction What a weird encounter.