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MLC 10: Press Conference; Las Vegas, Nevada
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The scene opens with a wide pan shot of a packed, lavish, conjoined conference room inside of The Resort on Mount Charleston. The crowd is in a frenzy chanting “MLC! MLC!” as the camera makes a strafing run down the long table of fighters, before settling on the podium in the middle as Maria Scaletta steps through the curtain, generating a roar from the crowd

MARIA SCALETTA: LAS VEGAS MAKE SOME NOISE!!!

Maria is pumped as she motions the crowd to their feet, before gesturing toward the fighters, much like Vanna White from wheel of fortune.

MARIA SCALETTA: Okay, okay. How'd that feel? Great right?! Man it is sooo good to be back! As you all know MLC has been in the midst of some changes lately, but no matter what, one thing will always remain the same. Regardless of who owns this company, the fighters are the heart and soul and we respect all the hard work they put in to make these shows possible. So let's give a round of applause to all the warriors up here and start this thing off right!

The fans give a loud pop and Maria nods, giving them time to die down before picking up the mic again.

MARIA SCALETTA: Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's run down this card and get to the burning questions shall we? Our first fight of the night is sure to be a good one, as Megan Treamon takes on the newest professional wrestler looking to try his hand in MMA, Aries Reed. The Silver Tongued Devil is no pretender however. He sports past accomplishments in combat sports, and is primed to make his transition from the squared circle to the cage a successful one. Standing in his way however is Megan Treamon… who, since coming to the world of mixed martial arts, has found moderate success in MLC and CGFC alike. She's looking to move up the ladder and put her previous loss to Elena Nguyen in the rear view.

The fans show both fighters love, and the camera pans to Aries who is mouthing off inaudibly. Maria shakes her head and laughs a little at Reed’s antics before continuing.

MARIA SCALETTA: Up next we have a classic boxer vs grappler matchup as two MLC newcomers, Zion Rogers and Carrick Price, go head to head to see who walks out of their MLC debut with the coveted win. This fight sets the tone for the future of MMA as both are young, hungry, and at the beginning of their careers in Mixed Martial Arts. I'm excited to see how this one plays out.

The crowd is damn near split down the middle with support for each fighter. Zion shadow boxes a little, giving the crowd a little Ali rope-a-dope before sitting back down. Carrick smirks and makes the universal sign for 'choking’ before pretending to go to sleep… insinuating that he was going to choke the boxer unconscious.

MARIA SCALETTA: Third fight of the night is a grudge match, plain and simple. These two had an altercation at a CGFC after party last month and it has been nothing but cross words and mean mugs since. Just like Jackson Vs. Banks, this one could be your fight of the night just from the animosity alone. Ladies and gentleman, Daniel “.44” Fisk and Cody--

Before Maria can even finish announcing it, the fans erupt. The camera cuts quickly down the table as the two fighters are already being separated by security on Cody’s side of the table. The lanky, tattooed fighter spits toward Fisk and promptly gets slapped in the face, around a security guard, by “.44”.

A scuffle breaks out for a moment, and it seems like the two will have to be removed from the building… but they eventually settle down and allow Maria to continue while they jaw at each other from across the room.

MARIA SCALETTA: Well then! See folks! I told you it was gonna be a good one! Now, on to the fourth fight! We have the ever flashy Hawaiian, Elena Nguyen, taking on Slaughterhouse's own Bree Geneva in what could be a stand up showcase. Both women have established ground games, but both are comfortable on the feet and word from both sides is these ladies are ready to trade bombs. It's sure to be fireworks.

Both fighters get equal love from the crowd and they stand, giving the fans a face off before shaking hands and returning to their seats. Maria nods and takes a drink of her water, before picking the mic back up.

MARIA SCALETTA: Now for the Co-main event of the evening!!

Once again... the fans go wild, interrupting Maria before she can announce the fight. The room fills with battling chants…

“Let's go SoVo”

“War, Badass!!!”

Navorro looks into the camera lens and makes a cut throat motion, before it cuts over to Badass; who, rolls his eyes and motions a quick 'blah-blah-blah’ with his hand before throwing a shadow box elbow towards the camera.

MARIA SCALETTA: Ladies and gentleman, your CO-MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!! CGFC Imperial champion Navorro “SoVo” Williams Versus BAAAADASSSSS!!

Maria yells out loud, feeding off the energy of the crowd. The building seems to be rocking at this point as the hype increases. Navorro mouths off at Badass but it doesn't seem to bother the fighter, in fact… it amuses him. She lets the commotion continue for a second before picking up the mic back up to her lips.

MARIA SCALETTA: Okay guys, now let's try not to blow the roof off this place. Last, but certainly not least is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!! More importantly it's a fight that is long awaited, and a long time coming!!

The crowd is raucous as both James Shark and P3 stand from their seats. Paul smirks at the Slaughterhouse captain and Shark tells him to “Bring a pillow” because he's getting knocked out.

MARIA SCALETTA: Fight fans, it is our pleasure to give you… FINALLY!! JAMES SHARK VS. PRINCE PIERRE PAUL!!!

The roar is deafening as the two face off in front of the podium. Camera flashes fill the room, and Maria gives everyone a minute to soak it all up as she beams with excitement. Finally she lifts he hand to try to quiet the crowd with a laugh and continues to speak

MARIA SCALETTA: Alright guys!! As always, once the press conference is over, the fighters will be sticking around to sign autographs and take pictures for a couple hours! There will also be open workouts in the adjacent conference rooms and MLC merch booths selling gear you can't even get online!! We'd like to thank Lexi Graham, The Resort on Mount Charleston, and Underground Comics and Games for their time and effort making all this possible.

She points to the Underground comics logo, then turns back to look at the crowd with a grin

MARIA SCALETTA: Now, who has the first question??





SEATING ORDER:
LeftPodiumRight
1.) P3Maria1.) Shark
2.) Navorro Williams2.) BADASS
3.) Elena Nguyen3.) Bree Geneva
4.) Daniel Fisk4.) Cody Davis
5.) Zion Rogers5.) Carrick Price
6.) Megan Treamon6.) Aries Reed

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It was an experience unlike anything he had ever witnessed or been through before, being seated at a long table for a press conference where questions would be asked of the fighters that were featured on the MLC 10 card. Sure, he had seen youtube videos of previous press conferences but at twenty years of age he had never been present for one first hand, let alone ever expected to be a part of one. For that very reason Carrick found it hard to keep the smile off of his face. His life had changed exponentially in the last month and a half and there was one man who was responsible for that. Jason Jackson, chairman and co-owner of this wonderful company.

Other fighters might have been insulted by the fact that they were seated so far away from the podium, or if they had been placed in the second bout of the evening. In Carricks mind, however, none of that matter. He just wanted to fight. Everything else was just a bonus. The fact that his fight was going to be televised around the world was going to be a dream come true. But even if it hadn’t been, he’d be just as willing to step into the cage as he had been when he was fighting amateur fights in the Slaughterhouse Gym in Las Vegas. Belfast was his home, certainly. But Vegas was becoming his second home and the fact that his first fight would be happening in that very city was a blessing.

Brought out of his thoughts and back to reality as Maria opened the session up to questions from the reporters, he was surprised to find the first question aimed at him.

JOSEPH MAGLIONI: Joe Maglioni here from MMA Insider, Carrick, I have a couple of questions if you don’t mind.

With a bit of a deer in the headlights look, Carrick nodded and waved his hand welcoming the first question of the entire press conference. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and he licked his lips a bit nervously.

JOSEPH MAGLIONI: It’s no secret that Jason Jackson has taken you under his wing since you arrived here in Las Vegas from Ireland. What has the experience been like, so far, and do you feel as though it has adequately prepared you for your fight?

Clearing his throat, Carrick reached for the bottle of water near him and took a long drink from it before setting it back down on the table before him, speaking with his thick Irish accent.

CARRICK PRICE: Aye, Jace has been a hell of a friend ta me since before I moved ta the States to be frank. I know there’s a lot of shite bein said about him on social media right now but it’s all focking nonsense if ya ask me. Being honest here, I was just another fighter in Ireland with no real hope of gettin away from home. Focking lads everywhere wanting ta fight and get into this business because of a loud mouthed cunt who doesn’t know when ta shut the hell up. Everyone in Ireland, from Dublin ta Belfast ta Strabane ta the smallest potato field ya could find, literally everyone, think they’re the next him. So you can imagine it’s not the easiest thing in the world ta find a fight if ya don’t know the right people. Needless ta say I was focking stuck going nowhere until Jace saw something in me.

He cleared his throat once more before continuing to answer the question that had been asked of him.

CARRICK PRICE: So yeah, I owe Jace a lot. Really, it’s been a life changing experience. The local gym that my sister in law, or at least she might as well be my sister in law, runs is nice enough. But it’s nothing like working with the team at Slaughterhouse. They’re true professionals there. Can’t say enough about them, really. I know we’re supposed ta get up here and talk shite about our opponents, and I promise I’m not afraid of doin so. But even without sayin’ a damn thing about my opponent I can focking guarantee you I’m going to come into this fight prepared.

Carrick nodded at the man who was standing and scribbling his responses down onto a notepad. How the man could write that fast Carrick didn’t know. Waiting for him to finish writing, Carrick leaned back in his chair expecting the questions to move onto another fighter but instead the same man asked another question.

JOSEPH MAGLIONI: Follow up to that question, Carrick. You said you’ll come into this fight prepared but your opponent, Zion Rogers, has already made mention on social media that he will be only the second professional boxer to set foot inside of a Mixed Martial Arts Octagaon. Everyone knows how things went the first time, but he swears it will be different for him. How do you prepare for someone as skilled with his hands?

Leaning forward again, feeling more comfortable having answered one question already, Carrick grinned playfully.

CARRICK PRICE: Skilled with his hands? Yeah, I’ve known a lot of lasses who are pretty skilled with their hands too.

Grin widening, Carrick closes his fist into a light circle and makes a jerking off motion to emphasize what he was clearly implying.

CARRICK PRICE: Doesn’t mean they’re going ta beat me in a focking fight now, does it?

Laughter fills the room from the reporters and he could have sworn from a few of the fighters nearby as well. Whether Zion thought it was funny or not didn’t really mean anything to him.

CARRICK PRICE: No disrespect ta Z, but if he thinks he’s going to step in the cage and expect ta walk out with a win he’s out of his focking mind. I’m not about ta take my ass to a boxing ring and expect ta last fifteen rounds against a lad that has trained his whole life in that profession. Why should it be any different when he steps up to me? I’ve been working for as long as I can remember toward this moment. This isn’t professional wrestling. I’m not going to stand in front of him and try to out box him. I’m not a goddamn muppet, ya understand? He’s a one dimensional fighter. Watch what happens when I step inside one of those rights he tries ta throw and put him on his back. Watch how quickly I put him to sleep. Watch how quickly I move to rip his fockin arm out of its socket. It’s an entirely different world than the one he’s used to. What is going to happen isn’t anything personal and his arse is sitting down there all quiet and shite, not focking moving, because he knows it’s the truth. It’s all focking business. Put the money in my damn bank account and give me my next opponent.

ALEX LANDERS: Alex Landers, Carrick, from FIGHTweekly.com. You’ve already stated that you expect to win this match, but is there any nervousness or anxiety you feel heading into your first professional fight.

Staring blankly at the man, Carrick shook his head.

CARRICK PRICE: No.

Puzzled, the reporter pushes for more.

ALEX LANDERS: No? Care to elaborate? You aren’t worried about disappointing the thousands of fans who will be in attendance, the hundreds of thousands of people watching around the world, and your family back home?

Scrunching his nose and eyebrows in mock thought, Carrick waited for a long moment before answering again.

CARRICK PRICE: Hmmm. Still no.

ALEX LANDERS: You don’t think that’s a bit arrogant and cocky?

Shrugging, Carrick didn’t seem to think anything of it.

CARRICK PRICE: What do ya want me ta say, lad? Yeah it’s my first fight in front of a shite ton of people but it isn’t my first fight ever. My camp will have me ready to do what is necessary to progress forward from here. If it’s cocky for me ta sit here and tell ya that I’m not focking worried about him, that I’m not even remotely nervous about fighting this fock, then write me down as arrogant. At the end of the day it isn’t going to change the end result.

ALEX LANDERS: Underestimating your opponent is a dangerous game to play, having never fought on the professional level before.

CARRICK PRICE: Who said anything about underestimating him? Yeah, he’s got heavy hands but what the fock good does that do ya if ya can’t hit the lad standing across from ya? It doesn’t do shite. I’ve taken shots right on me fockin chin from bigger, badder men than that lad. So no, Alex. I’m not focking worried. I’m not focking nervous. I’m not focking anxious. I’ll fight him now if he wants ta fockin fight right now. That’s how ready I am. And I’ll be even more ready ta make him cry out for his mama and her cast iron skillet when September 3rd rolls around.

Giving up on his line of questioning, Alex returns to his seat before a young blonde stands to ask Carrick a question as well.

SOPHIE HARRISON: Mister Price, I’m Sophie Harrison from the Las Vegas Review-Journal.

Smirking, Carrick winked at her, clearly enjoying himself now.

CARRICK PRICE: Thank Christ, someone I can actually stand to look at fer more than a few seconds. Go ahead love.

The young woman’s cheeks flush red briefly before she asks her question.

SOPHIE HARRISON: Well, you’ve made it quite clear you feel you’re going to win. But many feel that this fight is a clash of styles. Zion will surely be looking to knock you out, and you’ve not minced your words letting us all know you’ll be looking to submit him. Why the affinity for that method of finishing a fight?

He takes a slow drink from his water bottle, acting as though he was giving her question deep consideration before setting the bottle back down and swallowing the water before speaking.

CARRICK PRICE: Everyone loves a good knock out, I’m not going ta deny that. I’ve leapt out of me chair at home more times than I can remember watching a knee, or a fist, catch a lad or a lass right on the button and seeing all the lights go out. It’s exciting. There’s no doubt about that. But really there’s no choice in that. It’s all luck. A strike lands and knocks you out and ya can still get up and say, well it was luck but I’m clearly the better fighter. It doesn’t work that way when you make someone tap out. When ya put their arse on the ground and then out-think, and out-work them. There’s nothing like wrapping your arm around someone’s neck, or wrenching on an elbow or a leg, until they choose in their own mind to give up. There’s no luck involved in any of that. It’s about exerting yourself as the superior fighter and making them acknowledge it in front of everyone. That’s what I’m going to do ta Zion.

She was about to follow up her question but Carrick held up his hand, cutting her off.

CARRICK PRICE: Again, it’s nothing personal. I’m sure he’s a nice lad and if he wanted I’d sit down and have a drink with him after the fight is over if it wasn’t for yer blasted American laws on underage drinking. Christ, I’m twenty years old and you cunts think I’m too young ta have a fockin beer. ‘Ats beside the point though. The point is that Zion is just the first step. He’s the first impression I have to make and because of that I have ta make him squeal like a little girl and beg fer his mama. And that’s what’s going ta happen. Period. End of story. Now why don’t you all ask one of these other lads a question.

His easy smile returned, Carrick tipped his chair back onto two legs and kicked his feet up onto the table, relaxing comfortably while the press conference continued on.

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Not long after Carrick Price finished his words the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Megan Treamon leans a little forward towards her own microphone, warily glancing to her left and right – as if not fully trusting a single person in the room – before speaking up.

MEGAN TREAMON: If anyone has question for me then go ahead and ask.

A pair of interviewers stand up to capture the Englishwoman’s attention as she points at the skinnier of the two men.

GLASSES WEARING INTERVIEWER: It has been less than a month since you were almost stabbed in Singapore…some are even surprised that you have agreed to show up to this conference. Do you think that your opponent, who happens to be making his fighting debut against you, will try to purposely injure you in that cage for a twenty grand bonus?

MEGAN TREAMON: I figured you’d ask about that. Truth be told…

She sighs softly.

MEGAN TREAMON: That wouldn’t surprise me at all. I’ve made enemies and many others would do worst for less money. However that isn’t what I’m going to focus on most at MLC Ten…for instead I’ve got to focus on bouncing back on my rather shoddy defeat, against some chick, and opening up the night in a performance of a life time against Austin Reed.

The Englishwoman slowly glances over towards the host of the event for a moment before looking back toward the sea of interviewers.

MEGAN TREAMON: Maria Scaletta claims that I have ‘found moderate success’ in both MLC and CGFC…but, truth be told, I haven’t achieved a single damn thing. The only claim to fame I have, other than winning a match my hugging an opponent to submission, is being the first person to defeat Elena Nguyen…like that’s worth anything more than a couple pence. So, while Austin Reed may be planning to use me as some kind of platform…

The milky skinned woman turns to look directly over towards The Silver Tongued Devil.

MEGAN TREAMON: I am no god damn stepping stone.

Venomously departs her mouth for a split moment before looking back towards the media.

MEGAN TREAMON: Yes, I haven’t been in the right mental state for quite a long while…but I’ll be damned to a blooming cross and paraded across a valley of blood and bones before I let the instability of my mind hinder me in being the one who walks out of that damn cage the victor. For it is time for me to finally step up to the hype that I, and all my haters, have been giving me since day one and get on the road to obtaining this ‘moderate success’. So Austin-

She looks over towards her upcoming opponent once again.

MEGAN TREAMON:-feel free to bring your size, strength and professional training to the cage. I’ve fought against much larger people than you and I was the one to stand tall in victory. For, dear self-proclaimed Silver Tongued Devil, I – The Emo Princess – am going to chew you up, spit you out and leave you as a wreck of a man.

After coldly speaking her words Megan takes a moment to run her hands through her purple hair before her eyes sharpens in a dangerous manner.

MEGAN TREAMON: I’m not going to be locked in that cage with you-

The Purple Haired Dynamo suddenly springs up from her seat and, very violently, threw it to one side. Not only did this cause concern to show on the faces of many interviewers and cameramen but also brought a couple members of security closer to The Emo Princess, getting ready to grab her if she becomes too dangerous for everyone in the conference room.

MEGAN TREAMON:-you’re going to be locked in that cage with ME!

The young Brit shouts out her warning before violent banging both her clenched fists against the desk. Right afterwards she drops down to her knees, hold each side of her head in her hands and begins quietly chanting out something that couldn’t be clearly heard. Maybe this whole bounty situation is affecting her mind much more than the Iron Maiden is letting on?
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This is where Aries shines the brightest.

In front of the cameras, in front of a microphone, in front of the press for the whole world to see. His trademark Million-Dollar smile was on full display as sat upright in his chair, reaching up slowly to adjust the navy red silk tied that adorned his neck in a Windsor knot. The red popped against the onyx black suit that was tailored to his frame as his silver lensed aviator shades reflected the lights and the cameras that shined down upon the twelve fighters on the stage.

Alright Aries, I can see you sitting at the end of the table just itching to say something.

There’s a slight chorus of laughs as Aries simply sits back slightly and shrugs his shoulders.

Aries Reed: “Hey man, what can I say...anytime I get a chance to talk to you people, it’s going to be a good time."

Okay, well allow me to be first to welcome to your first MLC Press Conference. I’ll start with a softball question. How has the transition from professional wrestling to MMA been for you?

Aries Reed: “Rough.”

Another round of chuckles from the room.

Aries Reed: “Nah, I’m playing around...it’s been a definite challenge. Just being the strongest, just being the fastest...it’s not enough. The old story of ‘My Kung-Fu is better than your Kung-Fu’ comes to life here. Except this time, we get to prove it. And that’s what I ultimately want to do here...prove that I’m better. Prove that I’m better than the entire business of wrestling, prove than I’m better than Megan Treamon…”

There was a slight rumble from the press pit as Aries leaves over to look down the table towards Megan to blow her a kiss mockingly.

Aries Reed: “...and soon enough to prove that I’m better than everyone else at this table.”

Once against Aries shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly with a smile still wide on his lips.

Fair enough, fair enough...what made you want to transition from wrestling in the first place? Reports say that you have had a rather successful career with plenty of years ahead of you. Why the change?

Aries Reed: “I still do.”

Aries said into the microphone with a corrective tone in his voice.

Excuse me?

Aries Reed: “You speak in the past tense, I still have have a successful career in the world of wrestling. But when you’re the smartest guy in the room, it’s time to find another room. I want nothing but the best, I want nothing less than a challenge in every aspect of my life...granted, I got Megan as my first fight out, but I’m sure that when the time comes I’ll get properly challenged until then I’ll just beat her head in like a Cherokee drum until that happens. But let’s get one thing straight, this ain’t some fly by night type deal for me...I’m here now. I’ve got my sights set on becoming one of...IF NOT...the premier name in this business. I didn’t come here to make friends or associates, I came here to knock people out.”

Aries, for those who don’t know you in the world of MMA...how about you introduce yourself to the people?

Aries Reed: ‘Bout damn time….”

Aries clears his throat and runs a hand over his braid hair before taking his shades off of his face.

Aries Reed: “For those uneducated and for those uninitiated, allow me to reintroduce myself. The name is Aries Reed, the rising star and fighting out of the Imperial Senate Gym in Las Vegas. I’m known by many names...but the only one you need to know is that of The Silver Tongued Devil. Don’t let the fact that I’m wrestle professionally lead you to think that I don’t know what I’m doing when I put a pair of gloves on. You’re looking out a three-time Golden Glove Champion, you’re standing in the greatest that is a two-time All American Wrestler and a National Champion at one-hundred eighty five pounds for that matter. I’ve been all over the globe several times over again with no intentions of stopping anytime soon. I am who I say I am, I come as advertised...and I’ll knock a fool out who wants to step to me. And on September the third, I take this first step...”

Aries points down to the other end of the table where Megan sits.

Aries Reed: “...when I knock this broads teeth down her throat and set the tone and the bar for the rest of the night. Megan...you ain’t like what I got to say, then I challenge you to come shut me up, this ain’t no video game, sweetness, I come to drop bombs.”

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Daniel Fisk Jr hasn’t even taken his seat even after Carrick Price, Megan Treamon, and Aries Reed answered questions from the Media. He is far to hype and ready for fight itself and with the clear evidence of a war going up against Niko Holst a mere week ago all over his face his mind is clearly more than ready for the battle ahead. He doesn’t even turn to face forward keeping his eyes on his opponent as his adjusts his blue “4 Beeno” t-shirt with a picture of his close friend and mentor outside of the cage with jeans straying away from the normal pressed and primped suits he’s known to wear for these functions. The first thing he does though is turn toward Megan Treamon who is sitting a chair down from him.

DANIEL FISK JR: Aye...aye…aye bitch?

He makes sure to get her attention and then points in the direction of Megan Treamon’s opponent Aries Reed.

DANIEL FISK JR: Nigga name over there is Aries...A-R-I-E-S. Like the zodiac. That name wronging shit is old as fuck & just makes you look more unprepared than you already look standing up here cuh.

He shakes his head and points toward his opponent.

DANIEL FISK JR: Yo give this backyard tatted, no bars having, pass around for a cig in D block his last rites cuh. I wish this was more of a fight of respect & due but we all see true blue. Just another case of a nigga wishing he was bigger & brighter and stepped up to bat at the wrong fuckin one to try to do it. I’m not here for the regular. This won’t be a normal skilled fight were two be battling with ability & preparation. This a killin cuh, gospel. I’m not playing with this white boy & I’m at a place right now where anyone on planet earth can catch they embarrassment. This the new regime, new management, new look but while everyone wondering what’s changed the real still here ready to drop another one. Searchin when aint shit to look for cuh but I expect nothin less from you marks.

The crowd boos a little at that and .44 just shrugs it off.

DANIEL FISK JR: Stop me when I’m lying cuh. Stop me when I’m lying.

The boos ring a little more from the Vegas base as questioning hands start to fire off without delay. A hand is picked and they bring the microphone the reporter’s way. .44 has since taken his seat still breathing fire toward Cody Davis.

LYNDA PIETY: .44? I’m Lynda Piety from Fighters Only Magazine. Your ending statement makes me recall what you said in a previous interview you stated that the change in MLC shortly after Machado’s dismissal “doesn’t change the power in the real ones.” I wanted to know what you exactly meant by that?

DANIEL FISK JR: People been vocal about the status of the home company with the changes. I can understand the concern but at the same time it doesn’t change from what should be the main focus to me, the fighters & the comp. No matter who sitting at that main desk it don’t change gospel, doesn’t change the power in the real ones. Meaning those of us here to get in the cage & stay hungry will be on that level constant. That’s the power behind the name nothin’ mo nothin’ less. That’s what a real one meant by that. My nigga Big ‘moa made a boss move on the pickup. He fights well & handles business wit the same ferocity. Shit level here in my opinion. Errybody talkin & not walkin at this point to me.

LYNDA PIETY: Ok I need to follow up on that. You are saying the power is with the fighters themselves correct?

DANIEL FISK JR: That’s what made MLC the household name it is today. Every single one staying hungry. The Cass Madness’, James Shark’s, the P3’s. That’s what keeps the wheel moving cuh. Those walkin can talk, period.

LYNDA PIETY: Thank you Daniel.

DANIEL FISK JR: Welcome. It’s nothin.

The vibe is tense but a little more relaxed with seeing .44 still having a sense of manners in answering the last question another media member is quick to take the mic shortly after.

TITO MONTGOMERY: Daniel, I’m Tito Montgomery, FightingArts.com. You are finally back in the PPV mix after spending a short time on the Fight Night cards. Did you feel like that was a slide against you overall not getting a PPV slot until now?

DANIEL FISK JR: No, it's the business. I was drivin back from injury & it wasn’t like I left under the best...shit...after having questions placed on my name. 6 don’t see it as a knock or slight I just saw it as my need to get back in there like I need be. Show em my eye level & body straight. Machado coulda had his motives behind the shit not like I give fucks, he’s gone, I’m here. Works for me, gospel.

TITO MONTGOMERY: Hearing that leads me to believe you still hold no good feelings for Ex-President Dean Machado. You still dislike him?

Daniel gives the FightingArts.com journalist a ‘Really?’ look before answering.

DANIEL FISK JR: I aint got shit for him really. Wish him well on future endeavors type statement. I still gotta job cuh & my hustles so shit level here. Nahnah nah nah...hey hey hey...that shit cuh.

The crowd chuckles a little at his singing part of the chorus as he waves out toward some of the cameras looking at him at that specific time but he interrupts that quickly pointing down toward Cody Davis.

DANIEL FISK JR: Yall say goodbye to Great Value Marshall Mathers too. Sing it out to him. These his final days.

Some of the fans in the crowd start to sing out a little louder “Nahnah nah nah...nahnahn nah nah...hey hey hey….goodbyyyeee.”
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Daniel '.44' Fisk Jr
8-1 1NC
def Matt Zacher (KO)
def Luke Sands (Decision)
def Demetrius Whitaker (Sub due to punches - tapout)
def Drake Andrews (KO)
def Josh Schultz (TKO)
L - Tom Pendergrass
def Andreas Georgiadis (TKO)
def Bryon McCall (KO)
def Cody Davis (TKO)
No Contest vs Elena Nguyen

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1x KOTN (MLC 5)
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Daniel whipped the crowd into a frenzy, getting them to chant the classic “NA NA NA” chant for at least twenty seconds in the direction of Cody Davis. Something like that you just can’t help but take a peek at, so BAD ASS chose to peer his head in Cody’s direction, take in his look of cuss word mumbling frustration, then laugh before shaking his Monster flatbilled head. The crowd was hot early in, which is always a good sign. Shortly after the crowd died down, a reporter shot up out of the field of reporters, apparently noticing BAD ASS’s mocking laugh in Cody’s direction. Dressed in an ill-fitting faded black t-shirt that reads ‘MMAWorldwide.com’ and blue jeans, the man gives an oafish grin in BAD ASS’s direction and waves at him.

ERIN TRUE: Erin True, MMAWorldwide.com. BAD ASS, I have some questions for you if I may.

A smirk develops on BAD ASS’s face as he scans the reporter who looks like he just got out of bed and slobbed his way to this press conference.

BAD ASS: Yes. But first, I’m going to give not just you a warning, but this whole crowd a warning. Toast is somewhere in the building. I have given him a weapon to dispatch on whatever reporter decides to get lippy with me. Know I have no fucking problem letting him unleash that weapon if you disrespect me. Don Lemon suffered last time. I wonder who will suffer this time?

The crowd starts to look around, paranoid of what the hideous abomination named Toast could be up to.


BAD ASS: Alright now to address this Erin guy. I know you work for MMAWorldwide.com. Your crappy thrift store t-shirt tells me that.

Laughter from the crowd as Erin blushes, coughs, then asks his first question.


ERIN TRUE: I know I could use a new one. Anyways….

BAD ASS: Wait a minute. Weren’t you the dude choked unconscious by Cyborg?

This gets the crowd laughing even more as they realize this is the bum that got choked out by the UFC Women’s featherweight champion. Another uncomfortable laugh from Erin, followed by him swallowing his pride down his double chinned gullet.


ERIN TRUE: Yes I was, but I don’t see how that’s relevant. She’s a world champion caliber fighter.

BAD ASS: HAHA whatever helps you sleep at night bro. Question?

ERIN TRUE: At MLC 10 you step into the cage with a man who is a reigning champion in another promotion, Cage Glory Fighting Championships. Does his status as a champion intimidate you going into this match?

Just to let him know, BAD ASS looks to the mad dogging Navorro first, shakes his head with a smirk, then looks back to Erin.


BAD ASS: I don’t see why it should. Look here Erin, I’ve faced and defeated champions in both my short MMA career, and my slightly longer pro wrestling career. Matthew Shields was Redemption Wrestling World Champion when I retired him from the sport. All Navorro’s belt means to me is that I yet again get a chance to step in there with a champion and beat them. I don’t care about winning their championship; they can have it. I let Mosa keep his belt, I let Shields keep his belt, and after the 3rd I’m gonna let Navorro keep his belt. Because I’m such a swell guy.

While BAD ASS could feel Navorro’s eyes on him after that comment, he chose to give the sloppy fratboy Erin True an opportunity for another question with a head nod.


BAD ASS: Next question.

ERIN TRUE: Going into this fight with Navorro, where are you physically and mentally?

BAD ASS: Well mentally I’m sharp as can be heading into this fight. I’m focused and my brain is as healthy as ever. You have to understand I haven’t had a concussion in five years. And with the last two people I’ve faced? Ain’t shit been done to effect this big ass noggin on my neck.

Knocks on his flatbill to a couple chuckles.


BAD ASS: Physically I feel like a million bucks. I took zero damage in my last fight. I mean fuck, my opponent knocked herself out.

Laughs from the crowd at the absolutely embarrassing way Mia Valero was sent into retirement.


BAD ASS: I haven’t been getting banged up in practice, I’ve been dieting right, and I have been sleeping like a baby. Navorro Williams will be stepping into the cage with quite possibly the healthiest BAD ASS to ever compete. He already has an idea this is gonna be a fight, and I won’t fail to fulfill my end of the bargain.

ERIN TRUE: Thank you.

True takes a seat, and shortly after another reporter stands up. A bald white male wearing a an over-sized suit stands, giving BAD ASS a smile to which he sighs.


ERIC HOLDEN:Hello, Eric Holden here representing Sherdog. I was wondering, how has your training and preparation for fights changed since MLC decided to allow medical marijuana exemptions?

A satisfactory nod and a smile from BAD ASS gives Eric some insight.


BAD ASS: Definitely for the better. What people seem to fail to understand is that I don’t purely smoke weed to get high. Yeah it’s great to get torched and go nuts on a heavy bag, but I don’t use it just for that. For me weed is a pain killer, an anxiety slicer, a sleep aid, a recuperation tool, and overall a healthy way of living. Anyone who is a real dedicated athlete can tell you the wonders pot can do for your training, career, and livelihood.

ERIC HOLDEN: Awesome. Now my second question concerns the lead up to MLC 10. When the card for MLC 10 was announced, there was one fighter in particular who let their opinion be known of the card. BAD ASS I would like to hear what you think about Jackson Magnum’s comment in relation to James Shark versus P3. “When one fight is so big thee rest ov thee card looking lack luster.”

A mixed reaction comes across the crowd as BAD ASS sighs again with a slight smirk.


BAD ASS: Not a bad irish accent Eric. Granted I could actually understand what you’re saying, as I can never understand what that babbling baboon Jackson is saying.

Some laughter from the audience as BAD ASS then drops the smirk.


BAD ASS: Only a disenfranchised, over the hill, overrated sack of potato shit like Jackson Magnum could hate on what this card has to offer. It’s just a matter of this prick being angry that he’s on a losing streak and is quickly losing his profile as a top fighter. Jackson’s best days are long gone, he knows that. This show right here is a showcase of the new blood of MMA. The faces who are gonna take this sport to the next level. Up and down on this card is the future of MMA. All of us are hungry, all of us want to leave it out there in the cage. Not a single one of us wants our fights to go to decision. However with Navorro I might not have much of a choice.

ERIC HOLDEN: Thank you for your time.

A swift nod from BAD ASS before turning his attention back to the crowd. There’s stillness for a few seconds as he scans the heads. Suddenly from the far left of the crowd a man stands up wearing glasses with majestic black mulleted hair.


GARETH A. DAVIES: Gareth A. Davies from the UG. BAD ASS, I have some questions for you.

As soon as BAD ASS spots the reporter his eyes shoot out of his head.


BAD ASS: Steve Perry! When the fuck did you get into MMA reporting?

Laughs from the crowd as he does look a little like the former lead singer of Journey.


GARETH A. DAVIES: I’m not Steve Perry, I’m Gareth A. Davies.

BAD ASS:C’mon bro. Everyone knows you fronted Journey back in the day. That british accent ain’t hiding it.

More laughs as Gareth is starting to look a little agitated.


GARETH A. DAVIES: May I ask you questions or not?

BAD ASS: On one condition. Say highway run, into the midnight sun.

Gareth looks like his patience is wearing thin, but he decides to suck it up and just get this over with as the crowd chuckles.


GARETH A. DAVIES: Highway run, into the midnight sun. Happy?

BAD ASS: I’d be happier if you were singing it and not just saying it like a monotone british robot, but you did what I told you to do. So dance monkey and throw me a question.

A heavy sigh from Gareth, then his first question.


GARETH A. DAVIES: I couldn’t help but notice your comments on Jackson Magnum, saying that he’s not up to par with the current crop of talent. How can you say that when he clearly gave both Navorro Williams and Paige Holloway the fights of their lives recently?

BAD ASS: I can say that because a prime Jackson would’ve dusted Holloway in the first two rounds. An ‘up to par’ Jackson Magnum would’ve taken on a war dog like Navorro and won the decision. Yet he didn’t. He squeaked to a draw against Holloway and clearly lost his fight with Navorro. For him to even be opening up his mouth on the current state of MLC shows off how much of a bitter fuck he is. All he really did of substance against Navorro was bust him open. But considering the scar tissue on Navorro’s forehead? Not that impressive. He couldn’t negate his impressive ground game, he couldn’t stop the takedowns, and he couldn’t stop Navorro from touching his chin. In other words, he’s a shade of his former self and should shut his fucking mouth.

The crowd “OHHHHS” as BAD ASS is clearly heated even thinking about Jackson Magnum.


GARETH A. DAVIES: Fair enough. What advantage do you feel you hold over your opponent heading into this fight?

BAD ASS:Well since you had to bring up the Jackson versus Navorro fight, I’ll go with the theme and say I’m a hell of a lot less shopworn and battle torn than Navorro. Navorro’s been in some real wars lately. He’s doing two MMA companies at once, averaging a fight every two months. Now while that keeps your motor skills fresh, it wears down your body over time. I’m no doubt the fresher man heading into this fight, and I’m going to put the pressure on Navarro from the bell ring. I’m going to be teeing away at that scar tissued covered forehead, looking for blood. I recommend after this fight he gets scar tissue removal surgery. I got it after my first fight with Shields as I’m not about to have some fucking doc poking around in my face and telling me I can’t continue. So yeah, prepare for a bloodbath. It’s going to look like the prom scene from Carrie once I’m done with that dude.

GARETH A. DAVIES: Thank you.

There wasn’t any acknowledgement from BAD ASS as his attention turns to the pissed off mug of Navorro Williams. The two share a brief staredown, soaking in the silence of the captivated audience.

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Bree has sat there and listened to everyone talk. Carrick, Megan, Aries, 44 and BADASS all got their turns. She did have her phone in her hand and was smirking to herself from time to time. She felt blessed to be here, putting her phone down so she can focus on what was going on, only picking her phone up to send a reply and then putting it right back down. She seems to be in better shape than she has been in the past, as if this camp pushed her to her limits. Finally a reporter stands and wants to speak to Bree.

KENT CLARK: Kent Clark from USA Today. What did you focus on in your camp to prepare to face Elena?

BREE GENEVA: After watching her past fights I knew I had to work on learning some Muay Thai and Tae Kwon Do. So I went to the best I could find for those two as well as working on everything else I normally work on in the gym. I can't give all my secrets away, but I will say that I am really excited for this opportunity put before me to fight Elena Nguyen. It gives me a chance to not only work on what I know, but to also learn more styles. Facing her will really make be a better fighter win or lose.

Bree starts to set her microphone down when another reporter gets her attention, standing up.

GALE WINTERS: Gale Winters from MMA Style dot com. You are doing quite well here in MLC, two and 0. Do you think that will continue or will Elena give you your first MMA loss?

BREE GENEVA: I can't tell you how it's going to play out exactly. I just know that Elena is a very skilled fighter and that I have nothing but respect for her. Like me, she has had her ups and downs. But that's how it works. We all have to start off somewhere. If I lose to her, so be it. At least my first MMA loss will be to someone who is badass and not some idiot who should be modeling or doing porn instead.

Bree shrugs some, always one to speak her mind. Another reporter stands up, wanting to question Bree.

WAYNE HOLLERMAN: Wayne Hollerman from Vegas MMA dot com. When you say some idiot who should model or be a porn star, are you referring to Jasmine Delfonzo?

Bree blinks, eying the male reporter reporter. She shifts in her seat and shakes her head rather quickly.

BREE GENEVA: Hell no. Jas is a close friend of mine. I would never disrespect her like that. Never. What the hell?

She looks annoyed at being asked that about someone who was in fact a close friend of hers. She looks at Jasmine who was in the audience, before looking back to Wayne.

BREE GENEVA: Since you asked, I'm referring to the first person I faced here in MLC, Lexi Sheckler. I submitted her with a rear naked choke at Fight Night 4 in Australia. All that aside, I'm just saying that I am happy to finally have an opponent that will give me a rough time. Something I feel that I deserve. Not trying to sound egotistical, but I do deserve to face someone that makes everything I go through in camp worth it in the end and I feel that Elena is that person.

Bree sets her mic down and grabs her phone, smirking as she was sending her homie Shark another text. She then hears her name again.

HARVEY PARKER: Harvey Parker from TMZ. I have a question for Bree Geneva.

This causes her to put her phone back down and look at who just spoke.

HARVEY PARKER: Rumor has it that you almost had sexual assault charges pressed against you. Is that true?

Bree's eyes widen as she looks very taken back by that question. She picks up her microphone and smirks, shaking her head.

BREE GENEVA: Not that it has anything to do with the MLC or my fight against Elena; but nah, that is false.

She sets her microphone back down, shaking her head still in shock that she was asked that. What did that have to do with this fight? She lets out a long, agitated sigh as she snatches up her phone and goes back to the text she was about to send.
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Navorro notices the most of the .44 loyalists singing the song out toward Cody Davis and he can’t help but smirk a bit shaking his head. He bends back a bit in his seat looking down from his seat toward his cousin and makes sure Daniel sees him shaking his head humored by the impromptu Steam concert. Looking back forward the CGFC Imperial Champion and MLC #3 Contender Navorro Williams takes in the view and moment once again just as he did before. He felt that this time he was on the other side of the fence. Before, he was the young hungry lion looking to prove himself worthy and although in his mind that job isn’t fully finished at this current time he is standing the complete opposite than before. This time he’s Jackson Magnum, the established name and favorite who should have no problem beating the lower underdog to death.

We all saw how that went…

He couldn’t make the same mistakes. He will not set himself up the same way mentally. He vowed that to himself as soon as his ink touched the contract he would not go out in the same fashion. He wouldn’t allow any level of cocky override his vision or clarity and that clarity is sitting right beside him in P3 and on the other side of the podium median with James Shark. Those are the places he still needed to aspire to. Cassandra Madrigal...soon as she brings her ass back.

Then of course the Pokemon Go’er began to speak. Ash Ketchum’s white cousin by marriage twice removed. Navorro had to admit some of the things he said bothered him. There’s a lot of reasons why he’s become who has become and knocking something he’s obviously earned or second guessing it bothered him. A win is a win but if there’s reason to question Navorro will gladly put it to rest. There was enough people up on the stage at this very moment who have done that when it comes to him even with being one of the best MMA fighters in the world right now. Still having to prove? Still having to show for it? Fine...fuck it...he’ll do exactly that and he’ll keep doing it until he hangs them up.

Then Bree Geneva is given her questions and Navorro was sure people noticed his eyes open up at the sexual assault charge question. A part of him had a few follow up questions after that!! He honestly didn’t know how a woman could be brought under those charges and the temptation to pick up the microphone and ask “What the fuu...How? Do you eat chooch?” was strong but eventually good Vo wins the moment and he keeps to himself.

The crowd dies a bit as Navorro focuses back from his thoughts hearing Maria pointing out to another media member. He couldn’t exactly see where they were as he starts speaking.


JACOB GOODWIN: My question is for Navorro Williams…I’m with MMAWest.com.

The crowd gets a little hype behind the name said wanting to hear from SoVo as Navorro still searches in the direction of the voice.

JACOB GOODWIN: Over here SoVo.

Jacob waves his hands a bit which gets Navorro’s attention and automatically causes Navorro to bring his microphone up.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Wearings all blacks in the darkest parts of the rooms and has nerves to be a blueblack complexeded nigga on tops of thats. Yous are dismisses.

JACOB GOODWIN: But I have a---

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Yous puts on a 17.5 t-shirt likes Migos and yous do it now!! Thens I answers yous question!! GO!!

Navorro actually points toward the door telling him to go out and get a white t-shirt to put on so he can be seen.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Sittings there lookins like a darks alley out the 7/11s all by himselfs and wants to ask questions, the persons next to yous can’t even sees yous! Fuck type of shits? Get seens! White. T-shirt!! Momma told me not to sell work lookins scab.

Jacob Goodwin actually gets up and starts heading for the door (at least it looks like it) his black Lacoste polo and black pants...black shoes. Many see why it was hard for Navorro to see him and some in the crowd laugh while others chuckle. The mic gets passed from that point toward another who Navorro can actually see.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Hello persons not darker than midnites itself. How are yous?

The camera actually catches the journalist laughing a little at the question being asked of him as he shakes his head with a smile looking toward his notes pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

RICHARD LAMBERT: Ahem, hehe, I’m good today Navorro thanks for asking. Pleased to be here. I’m Richard Lambert, Black Belt Magazine. My first question is going right off the cuff here, not even following my notes. Do you believe BADASS deserves a shot at you? He’s not a household name. He's not even in the top 10. What are your honest thoughts about the matchup?

Navorro chuckles a bit under his throat and takes a drink from the water bottle in front of him and then brings the mic back up toward his lips.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Anyones that works and puts times in and shows up at go times deserves shots to me. Theres was a time where I was in that sames position with everyones and they diabetic mommas telling me I neededs to shows more and proves more not realizing the skill I currently helds and expanded on since have mades me worthwhile all alongs. One of those people sittings right nexts to me’s in fact probably lookins at the SoVo Daddy bulge while he’s sittings here.

Obviously with a woman sitting on one side of him and a man on the other people can automatically assume who he is talking about. Navorro looks toward P3 and immediately scoots his chair over toward Elena Nguyen and looks in her direction.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: I feels very objectified rights now Elena. I need comforts.

He lays his head on her shoulder just for a moment playing it up and immediately sits back up keeping a closer distance to Elena than P3.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: I’m not these people. I’m not goings to waits for yous to ‘prove’ or ‘shows’ Yous standard will show in hows yous fight, hows yous act, and hows yous train. The changes that has happened if anythings this is the opportunities to make and stake claims, show what yous are goings to be with this new managements. When I heards BADASS was lookings for War, I smiled. I respects that sames need, I respects that want for mores than what givens. I even appreciated him reaching outs thankings me for taking this fight but again I’m not built like the others up heres. It's not abouts do I believes he deserves a shot, he’s getting one. It’s not abouts what people thoughts back when I got shots at Magnum. I got one. Question is whats I’m goings to do about it? Proves my place or let a hungry lion takes it. I think wes all knows by nows SoVo don’t lets nobody takes shit, yous earn or yous learn. Yous are never too goods for a challenge and if yous thinks that they be the ones to whip yous ass and yous deserves it.

Navorro sits back still close to Elena looking at P3 with a playful feigned look of fear and shame as if being objectified by P3 as some media in the crowd are humored by this laughing and taking pictures. Navorro cuts it shortly after as the next media steps up.

RUTH ESTER: Ruth Ester, Bloody Elbow. Navorro, I see you up there with your more jovial side and nature a stark contrast to how you acted at the Press Conference at MLC 9. Tell me is there a reason for the more jokes and wild side showing now in comparison to back then?

Navorro looks at P3 in playful worry again most of the media and fans catching it before his face straightens up and he looks at Ruth in the media section.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Lets talks abouts it Ruth. 1970s fuckass name. I was nervous at MLC 9. Extremelys nervous. It was my way outs of the undercard with a tough challenge in fronts of me and I felts that pressure. Now, before yous dickprints start writing yous lies let me straightens yous out, I’m nervous rights now. I still feels the pressure. I know what the whispers are, shit I’ve even hears it outlouds. I have ears too yous fucks I hear thems. Was my win a fluke and ams I really suppose to be up heres. I hears it. I heards it all. Those of yous thinkin thats ways are fucking stupid starting offs. This wild sides is the same SoVo yous seen before what yous can’t refuse is in jokes or feeling nerves I am always in form once that cage closes. It’s why I am undefeated so far heres in MLC and my overall loss counts is so low as far as my MMA career. Facts you follows? Jokes, smokes, pokes….you chokes. I make yous choke. I makes yous break. I makes yous tap. THAT. IS. VO. When has it never not beens? I outclasses a striker and it's not even what I’m knowns for. Powers of preparations scabbies. I’m more jokes now because I am comfortables up heres. I am on this main card...co-main at thats. Yous tell me I don’t belong here...no...no no...nos...not yous. Not any of yous...

Navorro turns toward P3 with a smile.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Pissy Pants...yous tell them I don’t belongs here. I want to sees yous do it now. Pretty much no one elses on this stage that have evers or will evers says such a thing because they aints brokeback mountains retarded. Only SoVo up heres wit a belt but go heads P3, says it again. Please does it. Go heads.

Navorro smirks at P3 as quietness hits the room for only a few before Navorro raises his hand.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: No...no don’t says it yet. I don’t want to cuts off the lovely media. They needs they Clock-Em-Vo quality times. Brings yous questions.

Navorro keeps eyes on P3 for a little longer before looking down in front of him at the media shuffling around he then leans back and takes a glance down the line setting BADASS for a moment and straightens up in the chair still sitting closer to Elena than P3.

KEVIN EPIFANIO: War, I’m Kevin...MMA Sports Magazine. One thing I think the general public is looking forward to is the fact both of your have a good foundation on the BJJ game. We’ve heard you before say you always look forward to going up against anyone with ability on the ground. With BADASS being a BJJ blue belt how do you feel about the possibility of a ground war?

That question brings a feral smile out of Navorro that is equally awkward and entertaining. He rubs his hands together Birdman style almost like he’s salivating at the thought.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: I’m hopings, wishings, and prayings all at the same time for it. Yous don’t even understands Kevin. I needs it like airs. Want nothing mores than to prove supremacies on the ground. It’s somethings I’m fucking God at and something hes skilled it. I’m not dumb enoughs to fall into the lineage lines of bullshits. Cause he’s a blues belt and I’ms a purple I’m just supposes to beats him in there. I’m not fallings for that. Do I think my skills is more efficients? Sures, I have hellas confidence in that but still I won’t sit here and sells anyones short that I believe have somethings in them. BADASS has that somethings and this is his times to shows that…

In a losing effort though yahurdme?


Navorro looks down the line a bit to see BADASS and nods at him. A part of him can feel the nervousness hyping up a bit in his system. The last thing he wanted to become was another flash in the pan or hot and cold fighter who you never know what caliber is showing up in the cage. It only takes one fight to change speculation in that light. One thing he can’t do is allow that to happen. It’s not about the rankings or even the record it’s the perception. It’s how the views are really given when Vo is giving the VoViews. As another media member is passed the mic he comes out of his thoughts to look forward.

BOOM...CLANGCLANG...the sound of a door closing followed by chairs falling over is heard. The noise gathers most people in the areas attention including Navorro who heard the commotion all the way up front. He stares out into the distance and sees a long white t-shirt which didn’t fit the person wearing it at all. It looks like a Suge Knight size on the size of the guy like Boston Celtics’ Point Guard Isaiah Thomas. As the person comes forward Navorro smiles a little seeing who he is.


NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Jacob!! My mans!! Yous follow instructions! Someones gives this man a microphones. He deserves his questions.

The microphone is passed to the chagrin of the current journalist more than ready to ask their questions as with a smile Jacob Goodwin receives the mic and pulls up the sleeve of the extra extra long short sleeved white tee which on him looked like a misguided Christmas sweater.

JACOB GOODWIN: Thank you Navorro, my question is---

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: ---Yous know yous looks rights of out a Dem Franchize Boys music video. Or D4L, RIP Shawty Lo. Yous knows that right?

After the interruption some in the audience snicker because they know what Navorro is speaking of others share the same lost expression as Jacob.

JACOB GOODWIN: I...I.. don’t even know who...what that is.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Ooooof course yous wouldn’t. Turns in your negros card. Gets to the questions.

Jacob scratches his throat a little and clears it taking the collar of his shirt and getting some air between it. The white t-shirt just dragging off of him but you are still able to see the Lacoste polo logo underneath the shirt.

JACOB GOODWIN: Hot in here with this shirt on but Navorro...even with my, momentary, departure from the room I noticed from watching live on phone you have been having a few words for P3. He isn’t your opponent may I ask why you are patronizing him in such a way? Doesn’t seem very conducive to your goal in fighting BADASS.

Navorro rolls his eyes damn near to the ceiling before throwing his hands up in scoffing. He quickly grabs his mic and points toward P3.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: This balls gargler was one of the firsts if not the first person to sits here and tells me I have no place here. That I needs not looks his way because I’m nots worths his time. Same mindsets that gots Jackson Magnum fucked. I didn’t spends a training camp focused on P3, I spents it on the bowl haircuts hero over there. Both Shark and P3 are sitting in positions and placements I strives to be in, it’s why I called for both of thems at my MLC 9 Post Fight Press Conference because thats whats I’m here to do. Magnum wasn’t a fluke. Unaniamous decisions aren’t flukes yous fuckshits. I’d be sayins the same thing to Shark but unlikes P3 he respects a young mans motives and moves. Also somethings I appreciates. I am the #3 Contender for reasons and I wants HIM to knows that. For every single waves off yous gives me I come back...to sit right next to yous on this podium and asks how abouts now? That...is my reasonings. I knows who my opponent is and I works like a mans possessed to prepare fors him. Losers takes lightly, yous will never sees Darth Grippa do that to those that takes this life seriously. This is nots a hobby, nots a experiment, and nots a part time gig. Yous disgrace my sport I disgrace yous face. Me talking to P3 changes of nothings on my work ethic, aspirations, or overalls focus. I just wants him to knows it's time to eats those words he says to me long agos.

Navorro takes his attention away from P3 and gestures down the line toward his opponent in BADASS.

NAVORRO WILLIAMS: BADASS is a good fighter. All truths no gimmicks but I am a great ones. BADASS has showns his skills, against Mia Valero and a pussys Matt Shields and he needed two strikes to evens the scores. Wes are talking wrestlers posings as MMA fighters, one of the main problems this profession is havings at the moment. AT LEAST, I can say BADASS has put his times in with the transition but compares to a man who has been livings this since high school days in and days out he has much mores miles to go. Minds yous I’ms saying that knowings I still have MY MANY MILES to gos. No delusions. Facing a greens Mia Valero and halfs hearted Matt Shields...fuck that he probablys doesnt even have a halfs...who calls the front offices and tattle tales like we are in the fuckings first grades isn’t mileage. Not heres. The talent differents once the numbers lies next to the names. That’s not selling shorts, thats just realities of the warriors arounds yous. Me sitting here’s and talkings as a whole is what I have done since days one. Then I shows just as well as I talks in the cages. I don’t waits behind closed doors or go to front offices and cries. I don’t whispers amongs the crowd like most this place. I tell yous here. To yous face. On camera. Anywheres it can be documented so yous nevers confused or misconstrued. Yes, BADASS is a damns goods challenge but...you know...you knows whats?...he’s a poor man’s Magnum if we goings tell truths out heres. Magnum justs got a little mores weight. Both good standup, dangerous when they lets go, and fluid on the floor but nothings to really be in awe abouts. Suspect in some ways depending on who yous is, can be heavily suspect with a seasoned technician like me. Crazy things bout odd name over heres, for him to have a decents look on ground he rather stand. Least Magnum mades sense in the cage. He sticks to whats he’s good at. I foughts on the feet to proves I can be deadly there but keeps up with Wakeup Vo, I tooks him to my world too and he struggled hards. Truth be Magnums is a lot mores clean when comes to the standup. Precision a strong points for Shamrock as the fight wents on he picked up. Scab over heres still strugglins on checkins leg kicks follows? Both gots mouth like I dos and boths fight with the emotions on fronts like I dos.. In that light I already handled the real thing, fucks yous think will happen to the 99 cents store value?

Navorro puts the microphone down and points out toward Jacob Goodwin the microphone on the table catching Vo say “You can only ask questions with the shirt on!” to which the crowd gives light laughter to as the microphone moves on.



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BITCH YOUS DONT WANT WAR...

(4-0) - MLC
(2-0) - On The Rise Season 1

SCABS MURDERED
- MAVERICK LYONS
- ROMAN CHAMBERS
- KEZIA VATELI (BIG CHIN MCGRIN)
- ALEXIS TERRY (GLAMDEZENUTS)


SCABS BEATEN
- PAIGE HOLLOWAY
- JACKSON MAGNUM
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Cody knew that when he stepped onto that stage, the war of words that had occurred at the club would be NOTHING compared to what was ahead.

This was a grudge match, pure and simple. Both men hated every fiber of the other fighter’s being. Both men were going out there with the aim of putting an end to a career.

Hell, at this point…

It was dog eat dog.

Maybe it would be putting an end to a life.

One thing was certain...he had too much to lose to let that be HIM that didn't walk away.

Cody had survived the streets, he had left it all behind to be there for his daughter… but something inside of him hated everything that Fisk stood for.

He sat deep in his thoughts, tuning out the sneers and snide comments coming from Fisk, Badass… or anyone else that wanted to act like their two-cents meant anything until a reporter caught his attention.


LES DAVIDSON: “Cody! Les Davidson here, I'm with One More Round. We haven't seen you in a while. How's life? What have you been doing since your last fight?”

The words seemed to be on a lag as they reached his ears. His heart was racing, and his fists clenched as he fought off the urge to stand up and go to swinging at the dickheads down the table.

Instead he forced a smile and leaned in to speak into the microphone.


CODY DAVIS: “Shit, it's been good. Life is good. Working on a side hustle, spending time with my daughter…. I'm always training but to be honest I had to decide if I even wanted to do this anymore…”

The reporter scratches his head and looks bewildered, before speaking again.

LES DAVIDSON: "Pardon me... But do what again? Fight?"

Cody smirks and stands up, pacing for a second. The security looks to be on high alert, ready to step in if he dashed toward the other side of the podium.

Instead, he scoops up the mic and looks out at the crowd.



CODY DAVIS: “This! This same ol’ dog and pony show bruh. All it is, are veteran fighters circle jerking each other while burying any new people who try to give this sport a shot. You've got a whole group of new fighters here trying to build a future generation for this sport but all we hear is how we're scrubs and blah blah fuckin’ blah fam.

Fuck this bitch “.44” Fisk. Look Dan… you can discount your opponents all you want but motherfucker I'm gonna show you what happens when you underestimate someone. Win or lose, I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you. Win or lose I'm gonna put you in your place. Bet that.”


His veins seem to be flowing with pure vile venom as he speaks, staring holes through Daniel. A second reporter attempts to speak but Cody wheels and glares at the man, holding up a hand.

CODY DAVIS: “No, shut the fuck up. I'm not done.”

He turns his attention back to badass and scoffs, rolling his eyes as he points at the fighter.


CODY DAVIS: “And you, do you wanna enlighten the class on what the fuck is so funny? You finally get put in a big fight and now you think you're big shit? Look around bruh, no one here thinks you belong in this fight… let alone have a chance of winning it. If Jason didn't take pity on you, you'd never even be in a co main… so be a good little boy and shut the fuck up.”

Flipping the mic onto the table, Cody stared back at Daniel for a second, before grabbing the trash bin from under the table. Pulling out a blue bandana, he lit it on fire with his zippo and dropped it into the empty receptacle.

CODY DAVIS: “Fuck you and your set. I'm gonna tune you up when that cage closes.”

The words couldn't be heard by the crowd, but Fisk and everyone on the stage heard them loud and clear.



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For the most part, Elena just keeps herself quiet as everyone else talks; while she might want the attention on herself, she's not going to interrupt anyone for the sake of it--although, almost the moment her name's dropped by Megan Treamon, the Hawaiian just rolls her eyes, muttering something about "obsessed with me," for once actually visibly looking annoyed by the presence of the 'Emo Princess.' She almost speaks up a little more about it, but seems to be content with just rolling her eyes for the moment, taking the time to smooth the wrinkles out of her Team Penn t-shirt. At one point, she actually kicks her feet up onto the table, crossing her legs at the ankles and just sorta lounging back--so it catches her a little off guard when Navorro leans over and puts his head on her shoulder. Elena can't help but start laughing, wrapping an arm around the CGFC Imperial Champion, leaning her head against his for just a moment.

When he sits back and up and continues the banter with the media, Elena just flashes a big grin into the media pit, waiting for her opportunity to speak. Eventually, Vo finishes up, and the Hawaiian glances out into the assembled press.

ELENA NGUYEN: Y’all do know we’re here to talk about a fight, right? Like...I don’t think this is the right time to be asking about whether or not someone’s got criminal charges coming up against them or whatever. Maybe, let’s stick to talking about the fights?

While she’s still got her mic close to her, it’s not enough to really amplify her voice when Elena mumbles “good lord…” but it’s definitely enough to be picked up, which leaves the crowd a little quieter than they might normally be. It takes a second, but eventually, a reporter stands up and turns to look toward Elena, who’s at least taken her feet off the table for the time being, but doesn’t take up too much more of a professional posture, slumped down as comfortably in her chair as she can.

REPORTER 1: My name’s Josh Thomson, with FIGHT! Magazine, I’ve got a question for Elena…

ELENA NGUYEN: What’s up?

JOSH THOMSON: I’m just curious, I know you’ve been...loath to talk about it in the past, but since the last time we saw you in MLC--

ELENA NGUYEN: When I dribbled ol’ girl’s head like a basketball, you mean?

Elena casts a glance down the table, smirking; she wasn’t particularly enjoying being back on this topic, but she could play “look how good I did” if she needed to.

JOSH THOMSON: Um. Right. Well, since the last time we saw you in MLC, you’ve actually gotten what you’ve been asking for--new competition, rather than rematches of fights that have already happened. Both in CGFC so far, but first with Ernest Cauldwell, then with Luke Sands; now, back in MLC, you’ve got Bree Geneva. Are these the kind of fights you’re looking for, or do you feel like you should be facing a ranked opponent, or...?

ELENA NGUYEN: Let me go ahead and cut you off right there…

ELENA NGUYEN: Ranked? Unranked? Male? Female? Tall and skinny, or short and stocky? I really don’t care. I just...I don’t. I’m not worried about what my opponent is except whether or not we’ve been in there before. So is it a fight I’m looking for? Absolutely!

ELENA NGUYEN: Now...I assume you mean do I think it’s a winnable fight, something that’ll boost me up and so on, right? Well, here’s the thing: I’m excited about that fact that Bree’s a new opponent for me; a new opponent that’s shown hella submission skills in the past, and good resilience to survive some punishment. She’s somebody who actually comes in…to fight, which is, I think, what we’re all here to do, right?

The Hawaiian glances up and down the table, seeming to acknowledge that everyone agrees with her--whether they do or not, actually.

ELENA NGUYEN: Do I think it’s going to be easy? Nah. This is someone who actually takes her training seriously, someone who actually takes her career seriously, and I’m going to need to bring my A-game if I expect to walk out with my hand raised. But...yanno, I don’t ever not bring my A-game, nobody ever sees me going anything but 100%, no matter what, so...it should be an entertaining fight.

REPORTER 2: Elena, Alicia Cooke from MMAFighting.com, got a couple questions sent to us by fans that I wanted to ask, then I have one of my own.

ELENA NGUYEN: Shoot.

ALICIA COOKE: First one is from Dan, from Portland; he wanted to know if that wheel kick you threw at Fight Night 5 was something you planned on using, or if it was just something you saw an opportunity for and threw?

Once again, Elena flashes a big grin out into the crowd, rubbing her hands together a little bit.

ELENA NGUYEN: What can I say? I’m a showoff, I like to show what I can do, regardless of if people call it “too flashy” or whatever; I saw an opportunity for a spectacular knockout, I threw the kick, and got my spectacular knockout. It’s not necessarily something I planned to use, but it’s something I’ve used in competitions for a long, long time now, and I saw my opportunity.

ALICIA COOKE: Fair enough; um, second question is from Ruby, in England…

ELENA NGUYEN: Oo, international, now.

ALICIA COOKE: Ruby had a question about your last CGFC performance--

ELENA NGUYEN: I’d really rather stick to discussing MLC stuff, if possible.

ALICIA COOKE: Well, it does connect.

Elena shrugs a shoulder, then, and gestures for Alicia to proceed.

ALICIA COOKE: After your fight with Luke Sands, you made it pretty clear you wanted a shot at the Dragon Championship; now, while that’s not the fight you ended up getting, it wasn’t something we’ve seen from you before--normally, you don’t talk about titles and tournament wins except expectations for yourself. So...say you win this fight with Bree, is the goal to be the next contender for the MLC Championship?

ELENA NGUYEN: ...Huh…

ELENA NGUYEN: I’m not really sure what I expected there, but...that wasn’t it.

ELENA NGUYEN: I mean, let’s be honest--everyone on this stage wants to be the MLC Champion. Some, like Shark, have already been there, others, like P3, have been champions, but never the champion, but that’s why everybody’s fighting, right? To be the best.

ELENA NGUYEN: Here’s my thing--I think it takes more than a belt to tell someone they’re the best. This is no disrespect meant to Shark, Marissa Kane, or Cass Madrigal, but winning the belt means you were better than the champion, that night; I think there’s more to it than just that. I want to be remembered for more than just winning a belt or whatever, I wanna be the reason people go back and watch shows, because they knew whatever I did on that show was worth going back and watching.

ELENA NGUYEN: If, at some point, that gets me a title shot? Hey, great, I’m not gonna turn it down. But is it the end-all goal for me? Nah; I fight because it’s fun, I fight because I think I’ve got what it takes to fight anyone in this sport and put on a fight of the night type performance. So...if the answer Ruby’s hoping for is that, if I beat Bree--which, let’s be real, is an if, girl’s tough as nails--that I’m gonna grab the camera and scream that I want whoever the champ is after Cass fights the winner of P3/Shark? Eh...she’s gonna be disappointed.

ALICIA COOKE: Last fan question is from Mike, from her in Las Vegas--he wants to know if he’s right that it’s your first time fighting in Vegas, and if so, do you feel any pressure in ‘the fight capital of world?’

Elena looks...legitimately stunned by the question for a second, just sorta blinking and tilting her head a little bit. Eventually, she snaps herself out of the daze and shakes her head back and forth.

ELENA NGUYEN: I’m supposed to feel pressure because of the location now? I mean, okay, let’s answer this in order--yes, it’s my first time fighting in Vegas, and no, I don’t feel any extra pressure. Venues, cities, states, travel costs, blah de blah, that doesn’t really concern me. What concerns me, again, is that girl at the other end of the table that’s coming to try to knock my head sideways, and has all the skill to do exactly that. Can we maybe focus on that?

ALICIA COOKE: Okay, um...last question is actually mine.

After the last question, Elena looks fairly relieved by the fact that an actual journalist is asking the question, rather than taking them from fans, although she does look a little apprehensive.

ALICIA COOKE: When this fight got announced, personally, I got incredibly excited, because it’s two women who’ve been very impressive in MLC and out of it, and who’ve shown their toughness in the cage; you’ve both got pretty comparable skills as well, I’m curious if you see an area where you might have the advantage over Bree, and how you think this fight’s going to go?

ELENA NGUYEN: Hmm…

ELENA NGUYEN: I mean, the easy answer, for me, is the standup, isn’t it? Which isn’t to say there’s anything lacking in Bree’s striking, but she has to find a way to get close enough to me to hit me. I’ve got the advantage of these long, gangly-ass arms, I can reach her from further away. If she gets in close or takes me down, she’s shown she’s got the skill on the ground to get the job done, so I’ll have to constantly be on guard; on my feet, if I can keep her at a distance, things will be a lot easier.

ELENA NGUYEN: The problem, of course, is actually doing that. I don’t think I’m telling Bree anything she doesn’t already know, there--or, indeed, here: taking someone like me down is no guarantee of a win either; Luke Sands took me down and paid the price for it, ol’ girl down there took me down and paid the price for it, the ground’s no safe space with me either, so if it does hit the mat, it’ll be an interesting test for who’s better prepared when we step in that cage.

ELENA NGUYEN: As for how I think this fight’s gonna go? I’ll be honest, I want to be able to say I have the advantage everywhere, and that this is an easy in, but it’s not. Bree’s a tough chick, this is gonna be a great fight, but I can’t even begin to guess what’s gonna happen.

ELENA NGUYEN: So, yanno. Tune in September 3rd, live on pay-per-view…

Elena winks out into the audience, beaming a grin as she does.

ELENA NGUYEN: ...to find out.

Seemingly done with the questions, Elena tosses her mic back onto the table, kicking her feet back up. She doesn’t pull her phone out or start ignoring the press, in case they aren’t done with her, but she spends a second getting comfortable again--and, when nobody else steps up to ask questions right away, she just smiles and mostly shuts her eyes.
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