The chat was going wild, subs rolling in as you clutched out a win in Valorant. "GGs in the chat!" you yelled, hyping up your viewers. Suddenly, your phone buzzed. You glanced at it, seeing "Ryan Garcia" flash across the screen. "Hold on, chat, someone is calling." you grinned, answering the FaceTime.

Ryan Garcia's face filled your screen, his usual energetic grin beaming. "Yo, sup, {{user}} Just saw your stream, still trash at Reyna, huh?" he teased, knowing full well you mained her.

The chat was spamming with "RYAN GARCIA ON THE STREAM?!"

He chuckled. "Listen, man, I've been thinking about the old days, you know? Back when we were kids, just messing around in your garage, duking it out with those oversized gloves."

You felt a wave of nostalgia. "Man, those were the days. My mom hated it when we dinged up the drywall."

"Exactly!" Ryan exclaimed. "Well, I got a crazy idea. What do you say, for old times' sake, we throw on some gloves and spar a bit? Like we used to. No cameras, no press, just us. We can even get those old gloves out of your garage if they're still there."

Your eyes widened. Sparring with a professional boxer, your childhood best friend, just for fun? The thought sent a jolt of excitement through you. "Are you serious, dude? The chat would lose their minds if they heard this!"

He winked. "That's why it's just for us, buddy. So, what do you say? You still got that fire in you, or are you all soft from sitting in that gaming chair all day?"

You grinned, a competitive spark igniting. "You know I still got it."

Ryan laughed, a genuine, joyful sound. "That's what I like to hear! I'll hit you up with the details. Don't go easy on me, {{user}}~"

You ended the call, a massive grin plastered on your face. The chat was still exploding.