Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 42

Media surrounded Massy pushing her into the corner as she began her exiting questions waiting to know how she felt about the 4-0 defeat over Costa Rica . The USWNT would enter the 2016 Olympics officially unbeaten. 

"Massy, let's start with your goal. You kind of made something out of nothing on that final play. I imagine it felt like a long time coming?" 

"Uh yea, it was, considering I was goalless during the last game against South Africa, but I saw the split moment and I took it." 

"Is it safe to say you're back to your old scoring self?" 

"Definitely, you know as a forward you're looked at as the main person that scores, so when you have a drought like that it's tough, and you just have to score that goal to get yourself back." 

"Going into Rio, is a drought something that you think about? Something that you feel could hold you back from preforming at your highest?" 

Massy paused for a moment, looking to the left as the reporter asked his question. "Not at all. I try not to think negatively going into any match, you just can't do that you'll ruin everything." 

"Can we expect to see you as a starter in Rio?" 

"Hope so, uh the roster will be posted in like two weeks, Jill is definitely taking the position very serious as always, and just trying to build the best team." 

"A couple that tries to out do one another is a couple that stays together. Well, it sounded better in our heads, but you get the idea. Soccer star Massy Arias sat down with Kick TV and revealed her love for making her Football playing fiancé pissed off with her athleticism and how she went from troublemaker to USA Stardom.

Weeks before the 2016 Rio games FIFA released its fitness stats for the US Men's and Women's team. According to that list Massy hit the fastest maximum speed with on-field training out of any other player, reaching 35.8 km/h, now for those who are visual people that's half the speed of a horse which reaches up too 70 km/h.

"Odell despises loosing, he absolutely hates it! And if it's something that he knows he can beat me in but he lose. He'll be mad for days. But I'm the exact same way."

At just 13, Massy had the bottom back of her head shaved and bleached blond, and sported tattoos. Club coach Les Armstrong, who was in New York at the time to scout her for his Sereno Soccer Club team, took one look at her and thought, "Oh my god, this girl is nuts." Not only was also exceptionally talented but her speed and strength unrivaled by any other player on the field. She exuded equal parts defiance and want, and Armstrong thought she had what it took to play for the U.S. national team.

The Brooklyn, New York native gave her mother the scare of her life at 3 years old, when she scaled the top of the 15-foot padded wall surrounding the football field where her father was playing in a game, Massy waved to her mother as she stood behind the Florida Gators home bench. "My heart stopped," Cynthia says. "She had no fear of anything and that's what was so scary. She dove head first into everything."

After discovering she was reward-driven, Arias's mom and teachers devised a star system: if she was good all day, she got a gold star; enough gold stars earned her a sleepover with a friend. From first through sixth grade, on the behavior report cards sent home with her, Massy would do her best and white out the teacher's grade and replace it with a good grade.

When a teacher would call home–this morning Massy refused to come inside from recess–Massy would hurry home and just erase the voicemails. By 13, she'd steal her mom's car: 

"She had a key ring with like 50 keys, so I would slide the keys off the counter with a towel so she couldn't hear the jingling."

Massy fell in love with soccer when her father Bo, Wide Receiver for the Florida Gators introduced her to the fast pace game thinking it would tire her out. But he was caught by surprise by how easily she took to the foreign sport. She had the audacity of a goal-scorer, making her position as a solid forward. At the U-14 All American national championships, Massy said to her mother, "Hey mom, if I score 10 goals, can I get a tattoo?" Thinking there was no way she could do it, Cynthia said, "Yeah Ace, sure Ace." Twelve goals later, Massy was in the tattoo parlor—a giant soccer ball emblazoned in flames getting inked into her back—at that point Cynthia and Bo became more aware than ever that she had a daughter who could make things happen.

Bo knew it was time to get his daughter out of New York. If Massy wanted to play for the United States, she needed to get out of country experience.

Fast-forward to today: The flaming soccer ball is covered with other tattoos ("I mean, I love soccer, but no need for a giant flaming ball on my back"); all pictorial evidence of shaved blonde hair is long gone. But she's still the firecracker on and off the field, with a World Cup win under her belt her eyes are now set on a Gold at the 2016 Olympics.

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"Foot." Odell demanded holding his hand out and sitting down at the other end of the couch. Massy smiled and pulled her right foot from under the covers and placed it on his lap. He applied a small amount of pressure to her foot giving her a massage. "Better game this time than last."

Massy couldn't help but completely relax body, the pressure Odell was applying to her foot one probably one of the best feelings on earth. "Much better, I hate going a whole game without a goal. The most aggravating thing. Last match before the Olympics." Massy shook her head and covered her eyes with her arm. "Couldn't go out like that."

A small grin caused Odell to smile, appreciating her determination. Just as fast as he smiled he frowned, sensing that something was wrong with her, after a 4-0 win you normally couldn't get her to stop smiling. "You ok?" He asked.

Massy was silent making sure to keep her face normal, she hadn't been her normal self and it was starting to show more and more. She swallowed the lump in her throat and uncovered her eyes, she looked down and watched Odell switch to her left foot. "Yea, yea, just nerves." She lied with a smile. "Date to leaving is coming sooner and sooner." She continued making sure Odell bought into her excuse. He did.

He dropped her foot and slowly crawled on top of her. "Beckham's don't get nervous." He said in a low growl as he kissed up her chest and to her neck. "You can't be a Beckham if you're nervous." He warned her in between placing soft kisses to her neck. Massy began laughing, Odell's ability to get her to smile and calm her nerves always out weighed everything.

"I'm not nervous anymore." She sheepishly said, allowing Odell to position himself in between her legs.

"Oh, now all of a sudden you not nervous!" He said doing his best to sound surprised at her sudden change of thought. "You want to be a Beckham that bad huh?"

He ran his hand up the outside of her thigh feeling her up. "Yeeess" she moaned out closing her as she felt his hand palm her butt cheek.

"No more scoreless games." He demanded through more kisses.

Massy smiled and wrapped her legs around his waits and grabbed the back of his head filling her hand with curls. "No more scoreless games." She repeated after him, tiling her head back as far as she could giving him complete access to her neck, she let out another moan feeling the weight of his body pressed down on her, he made his way to her lips and pressed his to her, casually sliding his tongue into her mouth.