Before the start of his thirteenth season, there was a fifteen-year class reunion for high school. When he went to this reunion he had no bodyguards. Everyone in the grade was questioning Him about Jaimie and what happened. He answered honestly, having nothing to hide.
"My last college season was my best, and me and Jaimie both felt like we wanted to go in different directions. She went on her path and I went on mine. I wish she would have came with but that choice was hers."
However, Jaimie, who was attending, did have protection. She had four big dudes protecting her. Their entire job was to not let anyone see her, while showing off her status. Astral went over to her to try and talk. Her bouncers grabbed him and pushed him back. At this point, the entire class saw the two of them and circled them.
"Ah yes, All-Pro Astral Anders. You think you can come near my trophy." a man in a purple and white suit would be standing there. Running his hands through Jaimie's flowing strawberry blonde hair.
Her dress was covering the bare necessities. The thin fabric hugging her body tight "You could only dream of having her by your side. But for me. It is my perfect reality." He cackled like a jackal. Smiling as he reveals the black eye she had.
Seeing his old friend, bruised and abused. He was going to do anything to free her. "Oh, I won't need your name sir. I don't think you will be conscious enough to tell it." Astral spoke as all of his old high school friends cheered for him. "Jaimie, come over here and join your friends. We all missed you." Astral reached his hand out.
It was slapped away by the man in the suit. With a snap of his fingers his four guards would charge after Astral. "Heh, have it your way then." Astral commented on this bold move. He readied his stance and dropped his limiter. Alexa was in glee. The four bodyguards would all launch punches at Astral. In a wave pattern. They were all physically enhanced to be superhuman.
Astral grabs the first one and flips him into the floor, knocking him out. The second one comes from behind him. Wrapping his arms around Astral and trying to squeeze him. This would end terribly as Astral jumped up and offset his balance to crash into the ground hard, knocking out the second man.
Three and four would look at Astral. In a defensive stance, they were prepared for anything. Astral dashed at them and they both went to kick him. Astral would then sweep the two of them off their feet in the first spin around and on his second turn of the revolution. Kick them both into the wall next to Jaimie and her man.
The first two would get back up and charge at Astral. He would hear the warning cry from his friends and would face them, watching their movement before they suddenly fell. Astral would have moved faster than anyone's perception. He throat chopped them as they struggled to breathe. He would walk up to the man in the suit and Jaimie. Extending his hand. "It's not too late to join me Jaimie."
"Attack Jaimie." The man would speak while Jaimie would slowly stand up from her throne. Astral tilted his head seeing how this would play out, trying to read the situation before it happened. She was much faster than she appeared before Astral knew it. He was sent through the wall and Jaimie pounced on him.
Throwing body crushing strong punches at him. Astral saw this and chose peace. He hugged her and held her down trying to constrict her movement. It would be enough strength to crush a normal person.
"Jaimie, I will not leave you this time." he held her close. Her blows became softer before they became tears flowing down her face. Collapsing onto Astral, sobbing, and crying. Burying her head into his chest he would be hugging her for her comfort.
Someone from the crowd would yell. "Finally you two are together." Astral would look up and give them the finger while smiling. A lot of them would be clapping while two of the men from their class grabbed the man in the suit. Making him kneel next to Astral. Astral got up with Jaimie who towered over him.
"Look dude, I don't know you, and you have issues, please seek some form of help." Astral offered one last hand to him. Which was nearly cut off by a knife. The man pulled it out of thin air and nearly stabbed Astral. He blocked it and when the man fell, he fell straight on the knife. The police were called and an investigation was started.
The investagators would all be questioning everyone, on who the person in the suit was, the bodyguards, the events that happened. Their main questions were to why? Then they found out the person in the suit is a owner in the pro football leauge and wanted to taunt Astral with Jaimie and have him lose focus.
He would see that he was the owner of the up and coming team in his division. He had been interested in signing with that team, but they have a yong rookie that Astral was working with, showing him the ropes.
But his priorities had changed, Jaimie was back by his side. She missed him so much she fell down a dark path and wouldn't have been saved without this prime opportunity. He felt grateful that he had one last chance to save her and was glad she was there to be saved.
Astral felt motivated now that Jaimie was watching him. Usually in a suite alone, to keep her close. That season was the best statistical season he ever had. Winning another MVP on the way to another super bowl ring.
At the end of the season, the investigation would be finished and Astral was found innocent of causing any crime. The murder was swept under the rug and not spoken of again. Astral would finish his professional football career as the greatest ever, retiring at the age of forty, winning ten MVPs and eight super bowls. The last two were back-to-back.