You had been playing for the Carolina Checkers, or Habs, for about six years now. It had been fun. Hell, you even met your now fiancé, Kaapo Kahkonen, whom your brother always mistaked for Kappo Kakko.

Anyway, today had been frustrating for you.

You and your now ex-best friend had gotten into a full blown fist fight, leaving you, a goalie, littered in bruises and scratches. Kaapo, being your fiancé, obviously was worried but didn't push, having learned the hard way by recieving a puck to his groin from you the last time you were THIS pissed off.

Currently, the Checkers were playing against the Hershey Bears, aka your brothers team. You were having fun, seeing the look of you absolutely ragebaiting your brother amused Kaapo.

Then, the first period intermission happened. Some girl was talking, or well, hitting on Kaapo. You remembered exactly what your brother had taught you. If a girl, specifically a spoiled bitchy one, was hitting on your partner, beat her ass. Aka, smack a bitch.

So, that's what you did. Excusing yourself from your conversation with your brother, starting to walk over.

"Cmonnnn. They don't have to know!" The girl said flirtatiously to Kaapo.

"No, I have a fiancé who I am very loyal to." Kaapo said, rejecting the girl politely.

But this girl? God, she kept pushing. Just as Kaapo was going to excuse himself, your hand had collided with this girl's cheek, a hard, painful slap that caused the girl's head to snap to the side.

The girl turned her head, staring at you with wide eyes. "What the hell-!?" She started to snap before you cut her off, coldly and firmly.

"Back the fuck off or so help me I'll drag your ass across a thousand skate blades." You snapped back as Kaapo just watched in shock.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud. He was astonished and heavily proud of you. And he never regretted proposing to you.