Cassandra Madrigal
MLC Undisputed Champion
Won at MLC 8
01/07/2017 to Present
Merging of World & International belts.
MLC World Champion
Won at MLC 7
08/27/2016 to 01/07/2017
Title merged with International Belt.
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#1 Prince Pierre Paul
#2 James Shark
#3 Navorro Williams
#4 Tom Pendergrass
#5 Jackson Magnum
Updated 05/14/2017
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MLC 10
September 3rd 2017
Las Vegas, Nevada
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TBD
TBA
TBD
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FIGHT NIGHT 5
MLC 10
Pressers
Build Up
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MLC 10: Press Conference; Las Vegas, Nevada
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Topic Started: Jul 29 2017, 07:02 PM (675 Views)
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.44
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Aug 19 2017, 03:22 PM
Post #11
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.44 watches as Cody Davis drops the bandana down into the trash lit aflame. He immediately feels the need to get up, walk over, and slap the taste out of his mouth again but he remains seated watching Davis and his annoyed expression actually turns into a smirk with him shaking his head and nearly laughing. The chill side overtakes him and Daniel just nods looking at Cody as Elena speaks to the media and answers their question. It isn't long after that where .44 comes to a stand with the mic in his hand and getting the media’s overall attention. Security on both sides of him start to close in on Daniel as he stands.
DANIEL FISK JR: Easy easy...no static. I’ma stay right here.
Daniel tells to the security coming toward him as he switches the mic to his other hand. He points toward Cody shortly after.
DANIEL FISK JR: I want folk to hear what sidewalk slob just said though. Hear the ungratefulness coming out this spoiled ass dude cuh. Circling jerk when it’s niggas like us the reason you even here cuh. Has nothing to do with a jerk mark you missed the whole point because you fuckin don’t listen which is another reason why you don’t fight well. Hard for hearing & can’t follow even the easiest of instructions. MLC is where it is today with new fighters hitting the scene because of the establishment given. You tryin to lie about it cuh? Who burying the new talent out here? We call as it’s seen & everybody sees it in that cage. I’m about to bury you ‘cause you been took this past a level off the top. The day the fight announced you had enuff liquid courage in you to come & disrespect making it past the business to the personal. You’ve come at the attack of one of the realest niggas on this entire roster cuh, that’s yo fuck up. Not no vets, not no rooks, you did that shit. I’m discounting you as a man it’s fuck your fighting duke.. Have you not been paying attention? Mentally you’ve been shook since announcement day, that’s why you did that shit in the Phillippines. That’s why you over there burning flags like that shit really suppose to intimidate somebody. Circle jerk? I’ll fuck up every single person up here cuh. No discrimination at all. That’s how it’s suppose to go. Dude ask me the state of affairs when it come to this company I’ma answer it with how I feel. This is a business, money come off the workhorses not the niggas treating this like a timeshare. Worry about the circle you bout to be running in when that cage close. That’s when the bitch will eek out yo system. Call me Dan again I’ma come over there & throw you off this fuckin stage.
The crowd notices Daniel’s slight movement toward the middle podium and security quickly jumps forward to that which causes D to relent throwing his hands up heading back to his seat. The crowd ‘wooo’s’ a little wanting Daniel to make that travel across the stage getting a quick look of a fight before the sanctioned fight but Daniel just stands there his chair behind him his frame more than big enough to keep his eyes on Cody. In the midst of the heated staredown another journalist has the mic.
HUNTER FABIAN: Since you are standing already Daniel. I’m Hunter Fabian, MMA Talk Magazine. Obviously Cody feels he’s being underestimated here by you, do you feel that you are underestimating him?
Daniel points out to Hunter.
DANIEL FISK JR: No, I’m not. Hear 6 out though. I know my ability & what I can do. Not to mention that punk mutherfucker has made this a personal situation when I normally have enough motivation on tap. If….if I underestimate anyone then my whole training camp woulda been a wash cuh. IF I was underestimating him my 4 a days would become two or less at Slaughta. He saying that shit for his own motivation & he gon need the whole bitch to come into this cage with me. Spoiled ass baby wants his dick fucking sucked by someone thats all that is. He wants to hear his name out of someone elses mouth so he can feel important & think he somebody. What even more weak is his thoughts of me underestimating him when I wanna say 80% of my training camp I worked with the same nigga that taught him his wrestling start in Jason Jackson. These aren’t the moves or actions an underestimating dude does. None of it is. I’m not underestimating shit, he likes to stand and trade right? Not one day on this earth is this Earthworm Jim lookin ass slob stronger than me. So how much trading does he expect to? He’ll be faster but them lil nant slaps he fire off, shit I’ll give him four of em then once I counter & cause his body to fly across the cage, then what cuh? These the questions I want him to answer. Lemme catch one of those kicks he throws or check em so well he hurt himself instead. Then what cuh? These the things we prepare for only way I’d be underestimating him is if I didn’t do my homework. 6 always been a good student.
HUNTER FABIAN: What would you say is the biggest problem you could have against Cody?
DANIEL FISK JR: Explaining his death to his mother afterward.
The fans cheer at that answer as some of the media chuckle but Hunter isn’t done.
HUNTER FABIAN: I meant as far as his skillset and style in the cage. What do you see yourself maybe having a hard time dealing with?
DANIEL FISK JR: I’m respecting his kickboxing and Muay Thai learning from previous fights I’ve had before with kickboxers and then expanding with seeing his fights. He has a flow and a lot of “tells”. He snitches on himself a lot. Lena Lyons has been a huge help as she’s one who’s shut his ass up on the previous. The code isn’t hard to learn cuh. The Dior Johnson fight, Johnson made so many mistakes I think it honestly gave Cody more credit than due but shit that’s what got him here so I’ll fucks with it. Then there’s the question of who is Dior Johnson ‘cause I’ve had bathroom visits that lasted longer than he did in this company. Not even knocking duke though cause whitebread did what he had to do in there to get the win. I’ll tell him right now that same shit aint working on me. He knows that though. I know he does. Plus above all else he’s pissed me right the fuck off & I’m tired of the shit.
Hunter turns away after nodding to Daniel in thanks and at this point Daniel decides to take his seat again. The mic goes around and soon another is at the helm.
MARVIN REILLY: So Daniel, I’m Marvin Reilly from ContactSportsWest. Let me start by saying I’m very excited over this card especially this fight considering the animosity you both heavily share toward one another. How much of this anger and animosity do you plan on bringing into the cage with you?
DANIEL FISK JR: I’m giving him everything he is owed cuh. My anger and my frustration all the shit he’s started he will get back and he aint gon blame no one but himself for it. I’m good for having a respectful fight and keepin shit level. I’m good for the shit talking & shot throwing back & forth. I’m for the action no matter how it comes just know whatever you give I give it right back & worse. Young Mollyslob over there has disrespected me, my family, my name, my streets, my set, my upbringing, my ability, everything. That needs to be paid for in full and it will be on God. That is the type of .44 he wants & within a minute in the first round he’s going to regret every step he took to bring it to this. I’m going to destroy every shred of credibility he ever had in the cage. I’m going to kill every aspect of manhood he think he has. September 3 I’m killing Cody in every aspect important to him professionally and personally. I’m not stopping after the ref. Real shit, I’m tellin you all this now. One ref will not be enough to pull me off this cat. You will need six to ten to grab me & save his life. You all know me & know how I go. I know the proper way to do shit and I know the punishing way to do shit. There are no fucks in my system, fine me if you got to he’s going ghost in that cage that’s as gospel as it comes. Fuck his skill, fuck his hopes and dreams, fuck his city, fuck his daughter, and fuck his entire life cuh.
MARVIN REILLY: The last time you came into the cage with emotions on your sleeve it wasn’t the...best performance I guess is the best way to describe it. Obviously you don’t want to end out in a bad place or a bad performance so will this be different from that last?
DANIEL FISK JR: The emotions was from me being mad & probably my immaturity toward management. The shit with Machado some of the words & rumors getting to my head it allowed me to not be zoned in or focused as I normally am. When my coaches got at me about it didn’t even listen until Clayton slapped me literally back in focus. That was my fault & I learned from that. Those is outside factors I have no control over so they shouldn’t have been riding in my head in the first place but this here…
Daniel says while pointing to himself as well as down the way to Cody.
DANIEL FISK JR: This is all in my power and control. What I do in there, how I do it that is in my complete control. Also, the biggest difference for me here is the fact that I’m so tired of this fake flaggin bitch all this anger has done is put me more in the zone and has only added to the strengths I have already. He’s given me that extra overtime feel to do more just because I know his dumbass aint going for the W as hard as me. This gospel folk. My issues was wit outside concepts & people who never see the inside of a cage. I had no way to settle it how I really want to. I’m able to put all paws on this bitch this time around. This nigga catching fire from start to finish. I will knock sparks off his chin cuh. I’ma hit him so much I’m dying his hair color no chemicals needed. You can come into the cage wit the emotions it's how you utilize it determines if you fucked or standing up. My emotions will be the lighter fluid on an already lit fire expanding & expanding and it will kill Cody Davis.
The journalist happy with that reply passes on and the mic goes around reaching another.
LAUREN MONTANA: No one else seems to want to ask it so I’ll ask. Oh, wait I’m Lauren I’m with 8 Sides Magazine. Ok but seriously, I noticed no one else has said it so I’m going to ask. You just fought Niko Holst one of the primest fighters in CGFC. How do you even feel right now? How are you even physically able to fight?
Daniel smiles at that question wiping at the few cuts on his face and the dark mark under his eye.
DANIEL FISK JR: Went to war & still grinding. Real ones only out here L. How do I feel right now? I feel good. Took my shots and still continuing. No fighter fights at 100% either they quiet about it or it’s out there or cuh is lying. It’s why I respect those of us who do work between CGFC & MLC. Some among the top here are also killers over there. It’s not by accident or luck. How am I even physically able to fight? Cause I’m a grown ass man weeding out the bullshit artists left & right. If you want to see the physician's report talk to the management. I’m healthy and I’ll answer that physically able question even more when I flatline this fuck softiefreeze ass snowflake.
.44 puts his mic down confidently while pointing at his t-shirt giving love to his slain friend Jayden Gamble.
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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 ---- 4x POTN (NFA 2/3 + MLC 6 + FN 4) 1x KOTN (MLC 5)
 NEXT FIGHT: TBD
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BAD ASS
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Aug 19 2017, 09:04 PM
Post #12
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What is the common course of action when vaguely being called a liar? To laugh it off, because you know it isn’t true. Such is the case with BAD ASS, as he couldn’t help but see Fisk’s “100 percent” comment as a jab his way. When BAD ASS said he was perfectly healthy heading into this fight compared to everyone else on the stage, he meant it. Yeah, BAD ASS could work more than two to three fights a year. But then he’d be a beaten up zombie like everyone else sitting up here. So instead he trained daily like it was his job. Stuck to pads and light sparring to prevent concussions and other assorted injuries in the gym. Did all he could to rehabilitate his body after putting it through hell in pro wrestling. If he was going to make it in MMA, he had no choice but to dedicate himself to this.
The chuckle from BAD ASS catches Fisk’s attention, who looks over with a slight head shake before going back to his business. Being that BAD ASS now has the whole attention of the room on him now, he has to break the ice.
BAD ASS: Seriously….what kind of press conference is this?
The reporters and Maria Scaletta look a little confused.
MARIA SCALETTA: Not sure I follow.
A solid stone face from BAD ASS before continuing.
BAD ASS: You have a room full of reporters. Not a single one of these people have a question for P3 or Shark. What kind of disrespectful bullshit is that!?
Most of the crowd goes into mixed reaction mode, chattering away as BAD ASS shakes his head at the incompetence of the reporters. A couple of lame ducks stand up to try to field questions to the marquee stars, only for BAD ASS to point to the three men standing.
BAD ASS: ALLLLLLLLRIGHT. You three. Ask me questions. If you’re not gonna ask the big dogs questions, you can ask me questions. I’ll keep ya busy. You, black dude with a grey streak through your hair.
Eugene smiles to BAD ASS’s comment, quite proud of his grey shock. He tugs on the lapels of his grey suit and gives him a nod.
EUGENE S. ROBINSON: My name is Eugene S. Robinson and I represent bloodyelbow.com. Since I don’t have any material planned right off my head, let me get your opinion on what Navarro Williams had to say.
This moment is a good opportunity to make some money. So BAD ASS grabs his Monster Energy drink, takes a sip, then looks to the camera with a smile. Once that plug is done and the giggles of the crowd have subsided, BAD ASS speaks.
BAD ASS: Well Navarro is a confident man. He obviously feels himself to be the better fighter, and on paper, he would be right. But what Navarro seems to ignore is that this is a FIGHT. What makes MMA so exciting ladies and gentlemen? The unpredictability. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen so called experts lay down a chunk of change on the ‘proven favorite’ only for that guy to get finished by the underdog. This sport right here is one where the hungrier, tougher man can win. Is Navarro the skilled and seasoned veteran? Yes. Is Navarro the favorite with the bets? You betcha. But come fight time that shit is not gonna matter. Because Navarro Williams is going to be tested by a fresh, durable, insanely tenacious fighter that will not back down. My theme song isn’t just for shits and giggles, it’s a way of life. I will take on anyone regardless of their reputation. I respect what Navarro has done in the cage and for this sport, but that doesn’t push the slightest ounce of fear out me. Come September 3rd, I will prove I’m the hungrier and tougher man. Poor man’s Jackson Magnum? Please you muppet looking crackhead. Jackson Magnum wishes he had potential I do.
A couple chuckles for the comment as BAD ASS smiles and waves on Eugene for another question.
BAD ASS: Gimmie another.
EUGENE S. ROBINSON: Alright….lemme think….
BAD ASS: Take your time.
Eugene stands there for about five seconds, sweat pouring down his forehead as he tries to think of something.
BAD ASS: Alright time’s up. Question me.
The crowd chuckles as Eugene struggles to give something to BAD ASS.
BAD ASS: I swear, you other motherfuckers better have questions ready.
He says with a point to the other two men standing, which brings Eugene to finally speak up.
EUGENE S. ROBINSON: Sorry, sorry….Navarro Williams is well known for his incredible submission game. Is that an area you’re concerned with in this fight?
A shake from BAD ASS’s head as he looks right at Navarro, then back at Eugene.
BAD ASS: As long as I can stay out of his guard, I’m good. Don’t get me wrong, I have what it takes to break his sub attempts and make this a very interesting fight on the ground. However I will avoid that for two reasons. One, I don’t want to play to his strength. Two, I don’t want to burn energy on the bottom. I am well aware of how exhausting ground scrambles are, and I’m not about to put myself in a situation to be even slightly tired. I will do everything I can to stay out of his flypaper traps and put these limbs to him. I don’t care if it takes all fifteen minutes, I will dismantle him piece by piece.
After BAD ASS finishes talking, Eugene stares at him cluelessly.
BAD ASS: If you’re done you can sit down.
Chuckles all around as Eugene awkwardly takes a seat. From there BAD ASS points to a overweight white guy in a Raiders jersey who looks like he’s about to keel over. The other man raises his hand to BAD ASS.
Coy Wire: Can I please sit down?
BAD ASS: Nope, wait your turn. This guy looks like he’s about to die, so let’s let him have a word before he passes on.
Laughter from the audience as the portly man blush smiles, trying his best to laugh off his weight problem.
JOHN MORGAN: John Morgan here, cagepotato.com. You were just mentioning that you plan on keeping your cardio up to go all fifteen minutes. Can you tell us what preparations you’ve gone through to prepare for that?
BAD ASS: Ironic question, but sure. Running up mountains with a snorkel on my head. Swimming with leg and arm weights. Borrowing a page from my boy Rickson Gracie and his unorthodox breathing techniques. Cardio has been an area I’ve worked hard on for this camp as it’s well known how much of a cardio drainer Navarro is. He wants nothing more than to bring me down to his world. Ain’t gonna let it happen. Navarro has the ability to pin you to the mat, even outmaneuver you if you try to escape. I’m not about to be worn out on the ground and cage and TKO’d because of it. I’m well known for being an exciting fighter and I don’t plan on having some jiu jitsu wizard battle on the ground for the hardcore grappling fanatics to spank to. This is either ending with me finishing Navarro on the feet or that tough motherfucker going to decision with me.
JOHN MORGAN: Alright. And my last question is how do you feel about laying your gameplan out there for Navarro to exploit? Don’t you think that’s a bit foolish?
A smirk from BAD ASS before he takes a sip of his Monster energy drink.
BAD ASS: Why would I? Navarro’s confident in his abilities and so am I. He’s made it blatantly clear he wants to wrap me in a pretzel and choke my ass out. That’s fine. I’m perfectly alright letting him know I’m going to keep this fight standing. Most of my camp has been sprawl and brawl training, just because I knew months ago what Navarro wanted to do to me. I may be a blue belt in jiu jitsu, but it’s strictly for defense in this fight. I’m going to force Navarro to stand up to my leg welting leg kicks, my internal organ bruising hits, and my granite fists. I have the cardio to keep this standing and put the pressure on him for the whole fight. It might take a mack truck to take down Navarro, but after I’m through with him he’s going to feel like he’s been hit by one.
JOHN MORGAN: Thank you.
John quickly takes his seat with a large plop and dips his head back to breathe deeply. As he tries to regain his breath, the last standing man raises his arms out at BAD ASS.
COY WIRE: May I?
BAD ASS: Yes black gay Lex Luthor, show me what you got.
Some laughter from the audience as the purple suited analyst scowls, clearly not amused. He forces a smile out, which accommodates his next question nicely.
COY WIRE: I’m Coy Wire, CNN Sports. It’s my understanding that you are an unranked fighter, stepping in against #3 in the world in Navarro Williams. Do you feel you deserve this fight?
“OOOOOHHHHS” from the audience as BAD ASS gives Coy Wire a half smirk. He then looks up to the rafters for a couple of seconds, then back down at Coy.
BAD ASS: It’s always the last guy….
COY WIRE: Excuse me?
BAD ASS: Nevermind. So you wanna know if I feel I deserve this fight?
Coy nods his shiny bald head with a gleaming white Mr. Clean smile.
BAD ASS: It doesn’t matter if I feel I deserve this fight or not. All that matters is Jason Jackson thinks I deserve this fight. He recognizes true talent and he’s given them opportunities. I’ve been lucky and grateful enough to appear on every single MLC pay per view since MLC 7. I’ve grabbed KO of the night in just three fights in. I think Jason sees the potential I have to be a big crossover star and he’s pushing for that, so good on him. While other pro wrestlers dabble with MMA, find out how hard it is, then don’t fuck with it, I continue to grind. I continue to prove that I’m not just another ex-wrestler. I’m one of the best fighters on the planet. If I beat Navarro, I break into the top ten. After that no longer will I be seen as some stoner ex-wrestler who decided to put on four ounce gloves to pay the bills. I’ll be a contender working my way to the top.
That comment brings a chuckle from Coy, who for some reason cannot take BAD ASS seriously as a fighter.
COY WIRE: Alright and for my final question...You mentioned that you’re grateful Jason Jacskon sees your talent. Well I wonder, do you realize this fight is a glorified squash fight which is trying, and failing to be booked like a legitimate co-main? Do you really think Jason Jackson is trying to make you look good out there?
“OOOOOOHHHHS” from the audience as BAD ASS deeply sighs and tips his head back. That bushy flatbilled head of his peering up at the rafters.
BAD ASS: TOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAASSSSSSTTTTTTT!!!!!
It looks like Don Lemon let his good buddy Coy Wire in on BAD ASS’s press conference antics. Because the second he yells that name, Coy darts for the exit door. Faces and heads are shoved aside as Coy does his best to get the hell out of the building in time. But it’s too late. From the rafters a Tarzan yell is heard, causing all heads in the conference room to look up. Toast then swings from the rafters on a power line towards Coy in a loincloth, holding a jar in his free hand. Just as Coy is about to burst through the exit doors, he’s washed with a wave of Madagascar cockroaches!! Most fall to the ground, but a few attach to his face and suit, leaving him screaming like a woman out into the Vegas heat!! Toast makes chase after Coy with the remnant left in the jar, disappearing onto the streets. A satisfied BAD ASS pops his feet up, relaxes back, and smiles proudly at his handiwork as the conference room is in a frenzy.
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Prince Pierre-Paul
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Aug 19 2017, 09:26 PM
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There was this thing in the back of Prince’s head. It was a pent up ball of anger that sat in his stomach. Losing didn’t faze him as much as the ridicule that came along with it. The feeling of people talking behind your back; The massive gossip in combat sports sites to get clicks. Everyone became an armchair fight expert. Prince had it all, for the past two years he had been the guy when Macto Legion Championship needed him most. He kept his head down, he was humble, he took every fight, faced as much vitriol and criticism. All to have the audacity to come into a brand new sport such as Mixed Martial Arts and prove his worth. His thoughts made his head shake for a moment. Drowning out Navarro’s immature barbs and focusing on himself.
What sat and festered the most? His chance. The one thing that would cement himself as one of the pound for pound best in MLC and he got greedy. He kicked himself, his coaches kicked him, and the fighters watching the moment in which greatness wasn’t obtained, mocked him. He remembers fighting, wanting to keep fighting, not wanting to give Cassandra the satisfaction of tapping out; All for it all to go dark, to hear echoes, to see doctors surround him and ask him questions. The feeling of a cool compress against his bruises and cuts to try and keep the swelling down until he could see the doctor.
The feeling of hanging his head as he had stitches placed in his cuts. A cold shower and a moment to reminisce later he was back in Boca Raton working the mitts until he could spar again. Before he got to the gym, he got a call from his mother and father. They told him that that they loved him, and God would give him the strength to get the belt. His father’s words made his chest ache the most because he knew what Prince felt. Prince fought off the sting of tears beginning to well up in his eyes and went into the gym.
Every punch he threw felt like he was trying to tear down the reality of which he lived in. Titleless, his reputation smeared, and the echoes of contrarians and haters on social media telling him he was done. That feeling of loss, was then turned into his a new focus. And so he came back, beat his friend Tom Pendergrass and made it loud and clear to everyone in the sports world: He was coming back to that title, and he’d go through anyone who’d get in his way, that would include James Shark.
Then, he came back to reality. The sound of fans chattering and the flickering of a camera shutter woke the former International Champion up. And to no surprise, Navarro was still talking. God he never shuts up. Prince could feel his ear ache from the constant squawking from the guy with a Napoleon complex. Prince breaks his thousand yard stare and looks over towards “Vo”.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Lemme school you on something before I decide to reach over and smack your big ass head off your scrawny body: I don’t know you. My only interaction with you was through some bullshit I got from you on Twitter. I slip up, mistype, and I get you in my mentions on some high school trolling shit. Like always, I get guys like you in my mentions talking up a big game, okay? Like I’m suppose to know who the fuck you are. You aren’t important to me unless I have to face you. My eyes aren’t on you, my mind isn’t on you, and quite frankly my dude…?
Prince looks at Navarro with a look of disinterest.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: I don’t care about you. You act like the shit you say affects me in anyway. Wanna know what I was doing while you went on that dusty ass rant over what I said that got you caught up in the first place? The championship. You sit there thinkin’ up these tired ass barbs, bro you ain’t got the belt as much as I do. Oh you out here tryin’ to clear the air tryin’ to convince people that you weren’t sweating against Magnum? Cool, do you. Don’t care. You out here thinkin’ just because you’re on the up and up, that’s got me shook? Look at me...right here…
Prince leans in taking his sunshades off and staring Williams in his face.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: You’d get dealt with the first chance you get with me homie. You out here wanna play games and shit. But this ain’t Twitter and I’m on the left of you so what you gonna do about it? Just shit talk. That’s all some of ya’ll ever good for whenever it comes to me man, and it’s tiiiiiiiired. Wanna know something? You doin’ you, you getting these wins. Cool. Good for you, I ain’t got no doggy treats for you. But let’s be real for a second: Ya’ll let these wins get to your head, you start to feel yourself. Well, I’m the fuckin’ wall of reality, yeah? And if you face me you gonna come crashing into that shit soon. See, here’s the thing I want everybody at this table to recognize, and I want it to be known now, man, because I’m tired. I don’t care what you say to me, it don’t hurt my feelings. I’m a grown ass man, I carry myself like a grown ass man. So I’d appreciate it if people would come at me with some facts instead of this petty crap about me being mad over what shit you can say in 140 characters or less.
Prince smirks at everyone at the table, using his hands to emphasize the point…
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: I. Am. Un. Bothered.
Prince looks out at the crowd and asks out to them standing up, “DO I LOOK BOTHERED?” the crowd reacts with a mixed bag of responses with some cheering him on and a few boos. Prince looks at Maria and asks her and she gives him a smirk and a shrugs her shoulders while shaking her head, agreeing with P3. He then leans down in his seat and looks in Navarro’s face and asks him, “DO I LOOK BOTHERED TO YOU HOMIE?” with a smirk, that then forms into a cold stare.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: So now, that we got that outta the way, can I get some questions please? Because I ain’t gonna get a lot out of these people out here man, I need to talk to some sane voices.
Someone stands up, holding their hand up, waving to try and get Prince’s attention. Prince turns his head, looking at the reporter.
PAUL LAUZON: Paul Lauzon with BJPenn dot com. Last time we saw you you had a close fight against another top contender in Tom Pendergrass. Do you think you did enough to be in the conversation for another title shot against current champ Cassandra Madrigal?
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: So, fun fact, and I know I get this a lot from people as an insult on social media. Tom was the first guy I even got a chance to fight since I came to MLC. It was actually refreshing because, honestly I got like 80 pounds on most people in my fights. I constantly prayed that I’d face someone in my weight range, and I was glad they gave me Tom. Now Tom? Tom’s powerful, he proved that when he tried to maul me in the clinch and take me down. The guy’s a world class wrestler, a strong boxer, and he’s freakishly powerful. That was a tough fight, they made that fight to see if my head was on straight. Facing off with Cass, I made a mistake that cost me a lot. I had to sit and let that run through my head. If I had been more careful, I would be sitting here with the belt I believe, y’know? But, here I am, getting ready to try and prove I deserve that shot again. This time I’m killing two birds with one stone. I’m about to shut up James Shark, while getting another title shot. So I’m completely satisfied I’m getting a chance to prove where I am on the pecking order against guys like Shark; Because guys like Shark--who don’t know me, what I’ve done, and what I’m capable of--I’ve known since my K-1 kickboxing days. And after beating Tom and at MLC 10 when I beat Shark, I say I’ve completely done enough to get that title fight. Some people might disagree…
Prince looks out at the sea of people.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: I know some of ya’ll in the crowd think so right?
Prince’s question is met with some boos out in the crowd. “SLAUGHTAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” can be heard. Prince nods his head and scoffs. He looks across the podium at Shark.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: I know dude over there might disagree too.
PAUL LAUZON: Do you think he’s done enough to fight Cass? Be honest, don’t hold anything back…
Prince would hear the sarcasm ooze from the reporter. The guy wanted a quote, why not give him one.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Honestly, I’m saving people from seeing him face Cass. The money fight is me and her. He can flex as much bread as he wants, all his stans and go on forums and talk shit, but to be real? Nah. He hasn’t in my eyes. He’s been gone for awhile, and honestly the company’s moved on from him, y’know? He might’ve gotten some exposure and helped his brand with OTR and everything, but all in all, he squandered it. He said something about me hiding behind Jesse Lewis and Dean Machado, or something like that. The thing is, people like to look at my success...and then they don’t realize how bias they are. So let’s go over some stuff with Shark, okay? Shark signed on the dotted line before me and just so happened to get to be in a tournament to fight for the World Championship. Everybody knows Shark, he’s got friends in boxing, wrestling, and MMA. I know some of the fighters in his circle, but that’s for another discussion. Yeah, yeah, okay whatever everybody’s on the Shark bandwagon. But people got rose tint glasses about the dude. He gets dropped, becomes a one and done champion, what does he do? He assaults Maria--who by the way has to fucking stand next to the asshole who took his anger out her. She’s told to smile and promote. That’s a fucked situation. And then to make matters worse, he puts his hands on the president at the time. I get put to sleep, what do I do? I chew on it, and I’m back in the gym putting in the work to get back on top. And get this shit, people will still cape for him, yeah? “Oh he’s a great fighter!”. “Oh he’s a funny guy!”, “Everybody’s wrong besides Shark!”...even though the company has bent over backwards for his selfish ass since it’s opening.
Prince shrugs, looking at the reporter.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: But hey, I’m the asshole though. I don’t deserve the shot.
Prince rolls his eyes, then gives a slight chuckle. He shakes his head as he opens up a bottle of water. The reporter sits down, another person springs up.
KEN BAKER: Ken Baker with Vice Sports. One thing we have to do before we get into it, is kind of look into who you’re fighting. James Shark has a habit of being sort of--
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: An asshole,, say it man, don’t worry he’s gonna be a good boy. He ain’t gonna leap from this stage and smack you or anything I’m gonna protect you.
"OOOOO...!!" the crowd goes as Prince looks at Shark with a smirk, the interviewer gives a light laugh. The crowd eggs the reporter to say it, but he seems reluctant to. He understood it was all in good fun and continues to speak.
KEN BAKER: Not my words, but he’s eccentric. But, James Shark possesses some of the best boxing in MLC, or to go even farther, in MMA right now. The question is how you counteract some of his offense? What decisions have been made in camp so to speak going forward?
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: So the thing about Shark is when I watched his fights on tape, he likes to keep his feet planted. He’s not afraid of kicks for some reason--maybe because he hasn’t faced super strong kickboxers--so he likes to keep his feet squared most of the time. Ryan had a good gameplan when she started peppering his lead leg with kicks. Now, he was getting hit by her, now imagine getting hit by me. The thing is he’s not one dimensional either. Guy went to the ground with some elite grapplers, he’s submitted one too. The things my striking coaches have drilled into me for so long have all been about guys like him. He’s a strong puncher, but he’s gonna find out that it takes more than throwing leather to win these fights. I’ve been working hard on my Muay Thai and boxing. On the feet, that’s my livelihood. I was throwing punches when I was a toddler, so nothing really will surprise me when I get in there with him. The thing about guys like Shark is you have to play the bully. You can’t be scared to get inside and land your shots. I have a plethora of ways to get my shots. I can set it up with my kicks, I can go to the fundamentals with my boxing, he wants to get in the clinch I’m stronger than him, if he DOESN’T want to clinch I have stuff to punish him when backing up. I’ve tried to explain to him that what he sees is what he’s gonna get. He called my kickboxing sloppy, which is funny because I got ten belts sitting at home that tell him otherwise. My camp we stuck to honing my striking and clinch work. Then just to mix it up, we rolled around on the mats. I’ve been doing great work with my jiu-jitsu. Marcello says I’m going to be a brown belt if I keep this up. I know Shark also likes to be slick with submissions, but I’ve been training non-stop on my wrestling and grappling defense. Josh Schulz and Edan McLeod are amazing jiu-jitsu practitioners. They keep my sharp every day and I’m grateful for them.
KEN BAKER: Would your newfound dedication in jiu-jitsu have anything to do with your lost to Cassandra?
Prince ponders for a bit.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Fighting is about learning. I learned from my mistakes. I had a massive wrestler like Tom smother me and take me down. That was one of the bigger tests to me to see if all of my training that past camp helped. Marcello continuously lectures me on having sound, clean Brazilian jiu-jitsu. After I was cleared to get back to training after the Madrigal fight, he gave me Hell. I didn’t leave those mats for a month. I’ve been trying to expand my fighting style, because of course I love to stand and test my craft against people; But at the same time? Jiu-jitsu is so interesting and I’ve been learning so much. I wanna be my best when I face the supposed best the fight world can offer. So, yeah, she was a factor in it. And I’m not angry about that, Cass is a tough chick. She showed me nothing but respect after our fight, so I got nothing bad to say about her. It’s just the people she trains with that’s annoying to deal with. But...you know…
Prince shrugs with a small grin.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: I guess she sees something good in that camp.
The Ken Baker thanks Prince and sits down. Another person stands up, catching P3’s eye.
PHIL SCARBOROUGH: Phil Scarborough with SB Nation. So, can you tell us why all this animosity between you and Shark? Or better yet, why you have such strong critiques about him? Like what--
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: You watch On The Rise last season?
PHIL SCARBOROUGH: Yeah--
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: You’ve paid attention to his pressers?
PHIL SCARBOROUGH: Mhm--
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: So I don’t know why people are so surprised I’m sick of hearing about him. I don’t go on social media a lot, man. Like at all, you don’t catch me up there a lot. I train, I help train kids and up and coming fighters, and I do interviews about the sport I love. I’m not on Twitter calling females ugly, trolling and shit, I’m working. Most people don’t like that, they think I kiss ass. Most people don’t like it when I go the extra mile. I do PR for MLC, magazine interviews, just three days ago I did a meet and greet with fans. I’m compassionate about the stuff that I do, because I want to, not because I want favors. I was a champion for almost two years, waiting for my chance to get the shot. I kept my mouth shut about it, because the company knew best, yeah? So Tom vs Shark happens two times, then Kane and Shark face off, then Cass and Kane face off...and I’m sitting here watching these guys get their chances. I’ve watched Marissa Kane, literally retire twice. I’ve watched Shark take his suspension and go fight somewhere else. They didn’t have to bring him back.
Prince falls silent for a moment as the crowd goes quiet for a bit. He keeps his eyes locked on Phil who nods in agreement.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: So, every time I try and do right. Everytime I try and be a good person, I get roasted for it. And the shit is like, why should I be ashamed for being the man that I am? Why the fuck do I gotta take shit from the NAVARRO’s and the SHARK’s of the world? Who the fuck are they, man? And you get tired, then you get desensitized to it. Dudes think they’re really spitting venom at me, and all that shit does is roll off like oil, yeah? So my problem with dudes like Shark is that they lives a gimmick. He IS a gimmick, and people eat it up. I ain’t got shit against wrestling fans, hey if you come into this sport, good for you. But your fans need to story up quick and realize, this is my reality.
Prince looks at the crowd, then to his right at the ranked fighter Williams. He looks up at Maria, then his gaze wandered over to Shark who didn’t seemed to be all that impressed with Prince’s speech. But P3 didn’t really care. He doesn’t break his eyes off of Shark.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: I gotta fight off people wanting my spot all the time. You aren’t gonna walk in and get that fight against Cass, bro. No, I ain’t havin’ none of that. You gonna prove you the man, you gonna fight me. I’m gonna do whatever to make sure I make that title fight a trilogy. Bet money on that. So say whatever the fuck you gotta say, do whatever you gotta do. Crack these tired ass jokes. Hell DANCE. Make a bucket list before our fight. Because I’m gonna put your sorry ass in hibernation when I sleep you here in Vegas.
Prince drops the microphone. Some fans get behind him, cheering “P3!!! P3!!! P3!!!” as the former International Champion remains quiet for the moment. The reporter smiles, pretty content with P3’s determination and tenacity. Prince could feel his blood turn warm. He felt that ache in his chest, and it felt good. He clenches his hands together tightly into a ball and looks out at the crowd. He slowly puts his sunshades inside of his suit’s collar.
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Aug 19 2017, 09:35 PM
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Navorro watches attentively as other questions pass along. When Cody speaks Vo can almost see the steam coming off of his older cousin’s head. It’s something he can’t help but smirk about knowing the fact that for all the cool and calm and collected exterior he still had more than enough of the family crazy blood in his veins. Watching that interaction Vo leans back in his seat trying to take the moment to find a bit of comfort or relaxation overall. The fact Elena played into his jokes and foolery was cool so every so often he play shakes in fear of P3. Once Elena is called upon though Vo is respectful and gives her the space to work and answer the questions given. He places his hands on his lap for a moment looking left to right obviously sneering a bit at BAD ASS and then P3 who is pretty much right in front of him. The focus switches to .44 and Vo stays attentive to the Q and A. When .44 stood up and noticed security heading his way he knew he would probably have to do just as he did in the Philippines and once again hold him back from causing anymore damage to the moment or even himself. Noticing things calm down he sighs a bit in relief glad that security is able to take control of the situation as well as .44 himself calming down. Vo notices the need to dust off his jeans with a few specks of lint on his thigh brushing them off with his hand. Shortly after he gets back into the leaning comfortable position and waits figuring the next member of the media had questions for someone else.
DYLAN ERHART: Vo, to get right to it because Jesus Christ, tell me you didn’t really mean what you said about BAD ASS being a poor man’s Jackson Magnum.
Navorro is slightly caught off guard he didn’t think the time for questions to swing back around to him would be now. Not that he isn’t prepared for it or willing to answer he just figured other questions would have focused toward the main event or others at this time. Then of course the statement itself brought a slight smirk out of him and he picks up the mic from the table to answer him.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: I sure did, whats of it...uhhhh?
DYLAN ERHART: Dylan Erhart, Fight Town Foundry.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Meants every words Dyl. I don’t lies for peoples.
DYLAN ERHART: There are so many things wrong with that statement though Vo. There are many differences between the two.
Vo shrugs at that not really phased by his opinion.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Seem bents. I nevers said they were the same fighter. I just aligns a lot of similarities between the twos because they are theres. I’m well aware BAD ASS is differents from Jackson. I see yous are here to save a ASS so by all means do yous saving. I’m throughs talking abouts it in a lot of ways because no fights is ever the same even if yous spend time on the same opponent in 4 or 5 different bouts. Also I had to fucks with it because yous guys had broughts him up to BAD ASS over theres. Can’t deny the truths in it though. Do they have differences? Yeah obviouslys brickshit. Just mores similarities in my opinion thans differences. Maybe BAD ASS is the primes version of the Prince who knows? The version of Magnums that BAD ASS says would have beatens me in the decision which I find to be booooshits speculation but he’s allowed that opinions just like I’m allowed mine. Fucks it rather he speaks it than not.
DYLAN ERHART: I figured you would get defensive over that statement.
Navorro looks at Dylan Erhart like he’s crazy.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: You gods damns rights and why shouldn’t I? I works my ass off for that fucking W and works him to death to gets it, no homos.
Navorro slowly turns toward P3 and chuckles.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: The bells of hells I’m suppose to takes it when I hear The Beaver over here pishing on the shit like he coulds of done better or Jackson was less a fighter? Fucks that. Up to par my lefts ball and that’s because it’s slightly bigger than the rights one. That’s my W nobody takings that away from me.
DYLAN ERHART: But then again you say that when you have verbalized Matthew Shields and Mia Valero being less than although they are wins.
Navorro’s facial expression shows more and more irritation.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Times someone tooks the mic from yous partna. I actually gives him credit abouts being hungry and wanting this steps up in competition. Why do I say a steps up? Lets fuck the rankings and overall aspects of what that means. Fucks the fact I haves this very sexy ass belt in fronts of me. Scratch that off the records altogether right? What do yous have? Two wrestlers whos green as shit as far as MMA careers go. Meanwhiles I beat the #5 contender in MLC and one of the foundationals bannermens in CGFC. That’s nots a displace shit its the fucking truths!! Why? Why does the truths make yous all so uncomfortables arounds here? Why does it make yous all oddfucked in the heads? His statement in itself is a shoulda, coulda, woulda. Mags shoulda beens and could dones this and would beens this had he...fuck him. He’s in the past. Fucks is he even have a contract heres anymore? I’m pretty sures he doesn’t. I started the demise of Jackson Magnum so in my mind who reallys has a platform to speaks off of? Matt….matter fact...this Golden Corral dishwasher looking scab takings creds for running Matt Shields outtas here and that aint evens a supported fact. Shit, matters facts BAD ASS need to be thankings me for his 1-1 record against Tattle Shields because befores they even reached the cage fatboy was world trade center shooks just from the press conference. I ran up on him tolds him he was next...boy booked befores the papers could evens be drawn ups. He probably would’ve left befores the fight but fatboys need buffet money. Sure yous beat him in the cage but when yous know a trilogy is in orders and the decidings 3rd fight still needs to happen that was something yous BOTH was all gun hoes bitch about...until he knews I marked his ass. You welcome as fuck yous doucheshit. Yous look like the big man because yous stayed and he rans…
Navorro starts the most apathetic hand class in human history.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Congrats......woooo.
Navorro’s heavily sarcastic claps end and he looks forward trying to see where mic will travel to next.
KIRA DENALI: Vo, I have two questions but I want to ask this one first considering the subject with BAD ASS last two bouts being against wrestlers. I’m Kira Denali, Vegas Sun. Now, with how you feel about wrestlers transition to MMA, what are your thoughts when you think of this fight with BAD ASS who is a wrestler turned MMA Fighter?
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: I think I’ve kinda touchs back with this before with previous answers but I guess I needs to speaks louder or yous all need the cum out yous ears.
The crowd gets a little bothered and disturbed by Navorro’s choice of words which as usual he gives less than a fuck about.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: It’s not that I hates wrestlers comings into MMA. It doesn’t bother me. It’s the wrestlers that comes into MMA and don’t take it seriously. Don’t put in the times and acts like this shit is easy. THAT is my issues with mosts of thems doing it. I said it previously at least ASS has actually put the times in and takens it seriously. It’s why he has my respects skillwise coming intos this fight. If yous going to come into this life I just wants the life of this profession to bes respected. It requires thats time, work, and dedications if they come through thinking it’s a fields day and a ease to breezes through I’m going to shows otherwise. See...Alexis Terry who gots glammed by my balls. Shit, on his end look at Mia Valero...he solds her and made it looks easy. That’s differences right there. A me vs Alexis Terry or Mia Valero vs BAD ASS fight and the fights yous bout to see with some reals fucking contenders. Fuck yous, be a wrestler I gives negative fucks. Just don’t be a wrestler and thinks thats all yous need to be a real MMA fighter cause it aint and yous aint just gon fly through thinkings the bare minimum will cut it. That’s what I thinks abouts all of it.
Vo points his finger down against the table pulling the belt back a bit.
KIRA DENALI: That brings me to my second question, your family is well known in the combat sport realm. Being related to Daniel ‘.44’ Fisk sitting a couple chairs down and Arkia Fisk-Jones, who has had her wars against BAD ASS in the professional wrestling realm. How does it feel to have family within the life you choose to lead? Is that a positive or a negative to you? Is it added pressure for you to be great in this company? Were you given any pointers as far as facing BAD ASS?
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Yeah, my cousin Kia losts to him back in the day. Tooks a title away from her and everything but I’ma tell yous all likes she told me. ”MMA and pro wrestling are different entities, anyone who tries to blend them is living in a dream world.” My family is a positive to me because of that pressures it makes me rise to the occasions each and every time. I ain't tryings to let them down or myself. It’s put me in a very good spots and it’s a spot I have intent to rises from. She didn’t give me any pointers really just helped made sures I trained and prepared how I needs to train and prepare. It’s nice though you follows? Really no matter how much we argues and fights my family is top shelf.
KIRA DENALI: Thank you.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Yuuuuup…
Navorro takes his time taking a drink from the water bottle in front of him and another comes out the woodwork.
GREG FOSTER: Greg Foster, Ring News Mag. This is your first main card Co-Main Event…
Navorro’s eyes open up a bit more hearing that.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: ---in MLC. Slow up theres Bananas Foster.
The crowd chuckles as well as Foster who nods in response.
GREG FOSTER: Pardon me, I do stand corrected...yes in MLC. How do you feel about being in one of the big spots here?
Navorro smiles back to Foster showing the lighthearted nature of the interruption and him not meaning to do it in a malicious way. He twirls the mic in his hand for a short time and brings the mic up to answer.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: I feels great. I feel like this can be a starts of a pattern heres especially with a win. Even after my recent fights and battles there are always those naysayers or crabs who don’t like yous rise so they don’t acknowledges it. They will acts as though the whole thing is a part of imaginations or isn’t reals. I can’t gets mad at thats I am realizing that. All I can do is show in the cages whty theys wrong. I’m rights in the thicks of it and introducing Views to a wholes new standard of peoples. I am nervous though on ones end but I think that’s what keeps me SoVo, the unknown always givings me that extra steps to go. Always the one willing to takes that extra move but reallys the big time lights and moments I’ve had in CGFC have helps me get to this point and take holds of it better than I would I think befores. I’ve had a few of my failures in those big times moments. The shine becomings more brighter than yous may be comfortables with turning it into hinderance and taking yous eyes off the ball. One thing I will says to BAD ASS is he’s takings the moment well right nows. It’s like he knows how to handles it but I thought I did too until the lights were shinings and the peoples were in full tilt mode in the arenas. With main events and co main events I feel the peoples involved are responsibles for makings absolute sure that the peoples that paid to get views do get their views. Mores than their monies worth. VoViews is coming to gives the peoples exactly whats they want. Mores than what they want. BAD ASS comes to bring his validation and names into the warriors side. I’m just a Darth Grippa. A fuckings 2016 MLC prospect of the year lookings for his limbs or neck. Somebody gotta lose outs. Wont bees me. GREG FOSTER: Thank you.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Yous welcome if yous brings me back a Bananas Foster, Foster!
The mic is passed around they laugh as Navorro’s reactions what they didn’t realize was how serious he was. He really wanted the dessert at this moment. Obviously his dietitian would have a fit if he ate it. Improvise Vo.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Foster brings me ones at the post fight press conference! I’m seriouses!
The media and fans alike smiling and enjoying Navorro need for the ice cream dish as another is given a chance to question.
NICK WIZHOUSEN: Mr. Williams. I’m Nick Wizhous---
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Just mades me sounds like a virginal junior highs math teacher. It’s Vo, SoVo, Navorro, just anything but Mr. Williams. Fucks guy, that just tastes wrong to says to mes.
NICK WIZHOUSEN: I was giving you the proper respect Mr. Wi---Navorro but ok. Vo, I’m Nick, UNLV Free Press.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Oh so yous a college student? I get the formality now. Cool to sees them letting yous guys in here. Go on man my bads on interruptin agains.
NICK WIZHOUSEN: It’s no problem Vo. My question is you have been working a schedule unlike most people in MMA. Too many fights seems to be BAD ASS opinion and that you are too worn down and it will cost you. What are your opinions on that?
Navorro was wondering if they would ever get to this kind of question. The concept of the fight schedule with so many battles and so many fights eventually wouldn’t his body just run out. Would his capability eventually betray him something like a machinery malfunction? The thoughts race in his head for a moment in how he’d want to answer this exactly.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Hmmm...he does haves a point. To be workings this manically on my career in betweens two MMA promotions can bees draining. It can be dangerous if nots managed correctly. Then agains I could just say the magic marijuanas is what keeps me goings and that pretty much solves it right?
Navorro does a jerking motion out after that which the media and fans alike catch and giving reaction mostly laughs.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: This is a fightings schedule I am willing to partakes of because I’m young and it’s somethings I’ve been wanting to do all my lifes. Sures it can be a wear down, if you don’t take care of yourselfs. I’ve been ones of the most active fighters this years coming through when MLC needed me a few days offs of a fights in Caged Glory to having multiples fights a night in tourneys. I live this sport though and outsides of it I rest. I allows my body to reup even if its in between fights. A lots of camps have the tide where they are warmings up and getting back into shape before the fight gameplans is implemented. I can get the qualitys out of 4 to 5 weeks it would take most fighters 10 weeks to get values out of and it’s because of the weight cuts and bringing backs cardio lost and all those things that sittings on yous ass for months can do to yous. Because of my fights schedule I don’t deals with that. Lets just touch on that theory of his by ways. ”I have a fight every two months” he says. Most training camps whats...2 months to 3 months. 8 to 12 weeks maybe mores. I give myself the days needed to rests and I am back to work by the weeks end preparings for who is next with no need for extras. Lets just go through the recents months here. I won in July offs a stoppage like lets talk legits folks I’m here with this belt but a lots more bloods and sweats is owed on both our behalfs to fights for this. McCall will be backs though I have faiths in that.
Navorro pauses given a man he respects the nod while pointing at his CGFC Imperial belt.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Lets see the Magnum fights was in March, think it’s safe to say I have since heals from that, winning helps in the endeavors more than anything I say. I had Caldwell’s in May which agains was a early times. I don’t think boyo heres has been payings the close of attentions. He makes my time in the cages sound like I’m blooded and beatdown prisoner of war when its really just the opposites. I’m like fucking Rambo here, lets keep going. If it eventallys does wear me downs he sure fucks won’t be the one that does it. You talkings to the guy that took a shot and end up fightings the ref out the 3rd round...I don’t cares. I still get pussy even with my scar tissues. My cakes loves my big fucks up forehead and if he does cuts it open thats just more Nurse Gabi loves for me bees something for me to thanks him for.
Navorro gives out a wink to the laughs and chuckles.
NAVORRO WILLIAMS: Facts is this knife isn’t any less dulls because it’s seen the battles a few times. After every fight we go back home and takes that blunt rock and sharpens my edges more and more and more. That’s why most my fights are shorts. That’s why I’m ending mosts people I faces early. That’s why the only wars yous can really take acknowledgment of heres is the Magnum fight where once again….clearly...that unanimous is theres for reason. When I do outclass yous the same way what will yous be able to say then BAD ASS? Most of the top 10 heres are or have fought in both companies BAD ASS with a ridiculous schedule. Yes, if it was the meek and weaks I’d agree with yous it would definitely break downs a lesser man. I’m not him thoughs. I have sat and watched the clocks turns while I’m laid up injured. To this day I’m not the officials Season One - On The Rise winner because of its. Fuck yous I’m petty and that fucks with me. If yous think for one second I’m allowing opportunities to pass in either companies yous got me fucked up. Yous keep watching for that wall yous expecting me to hit yous gons be looking face down dust to dusts. The fact I hads those fights in between helped me polish to a fucking spitshine on my gameplans once I got to Jackson. Yous think yous aint different .99? Rude awakening incomings for the Beaver. Looking for a breakdowns when me and my scar tissues is in prime shape. Keep wishings on that star though. The weeds will comfort yous after the L. More munchies, less reality. Stupid fucks.
Vo shakes his head rolling his eyes even while squaring his shoulders up waiting to see if there’s more to come.
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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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Aug 19 2017, 09:40 PM
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Bree listens to Vo and then Cody, who Bree wished would shut up. He was like a barking chihuahua stepping up to a bull dog that couldn't be bothered by his presence.
While Cody spews words outta his mouth, Bree fights the urge to knock him outta his chair. She side eyes him and then looks to James Shark and mouths "what the actual fuck?" before nodding her head towards Cody, the bag of bones that he is. She rolls her eyes and texts something onto her phone before she sets it back down in front of her. She was waiting for Cody to pee all over the stage like chihuahua's do when they're scared.
Now comes the moment she was waiting for, Elena Nguyen to speak. She smirks, nodding in agreement as to what Elena says about this not being the right time to ask about criminal charges. When she says that Bree eyes the reporter who asked her about it, staring a dark hole right through him.
She smiles from time to time as Elena speaks. She knows that Elena is very tough and will be a great fight. Listening to Elena she realizes that they have a lot in common. After Elena is done, Bree glances over at her as she leans back and mostly shuts her eyes. She can't help but chuckle some at how she kicks her feet up. Bree listens to her gym mate 44 go on about Cody who sits beside her. Once 44 is done, she listens to Bad Ass again, P3 and then Vo again. She lets out a soft sigh once Vo is done. She leans forward and snatches up her microphone, she shakes head head a bit before she starts to speak.
BREE GENEVA: You know they say that some people get too big for their britches.
She then nods her head towards Cody, looking directly at him.
BREE GENEVA: I'm talking about you, cupcake. I'm new to this sport, like your stupid ass and I have got nothing but support from the veterans of this sport. If you haven't maybe you should stop and ask yourself why.
She scoffs at him, pointing towards Fisk.
BREE GENEVA: My slaughterhouse brother is gonna shove a foot so far up your ass you'll be able to floss with his laces. So sit there, comin' out your face all you want bones. Once that cage closes, Fisk gonna light your ass up like it's the fourth of fucking July.
She then looks back to the crowd, noticing someone was standing and waiting for her to finish. She smiles to them and nods her head as if to say "What's up", which causes the reporter to smile at her.
THELMA JONES: Thelma Jones here with New Jersey fighting dot com. Bree, touching on what Elena said. About how your stand up isn't up to par with hers, don't you come from a family of legendary boxers?
Bree shrugs some, making a face that shows she feels indifferent about that.
BREE GENEVA: I don't know about legendary. My family is well known in New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania and I think maybe Maryland. But outside of that, not so much. She didn't really say my stand up wasn't good either. She said I'd have to actually get close to her.
Bree smirks, shaking her head at Thelma.
BREE GENEVA: Elena is taller than me and has longer limbs than I do. Since you are either slow, dumb or deaf. Let me simplify it for you. She has more reach than I do, so I have to be creative when striking her or think of other ways to get the advantage over her. She's gonna rock my world.
Bree grins wide as she says that.
BREE GENEVA: Which is something I look forward to. I have yet to face anyone in MMA who can hit me hard enough to have me thinking "Hell yes! Let's keep this fight going!"
Thelma sits down and another reporter stands up, eager to question Bree.
TED PERRY: Hey, Ted Perry here with Outback magazine.
The man clearly has an Australian accent. Bree looks to Ted and gives him her undivided attention.
TED PERRY: Bree, after this fight should it be a win for you, do you see yourself being considered for a title shot?
Bree blinks, shaking her head.
BREE GENEVA: No. This is my third professional fight in mixed martial arts. I'm just here to have fun and do what I love, fighting. I don't think I am in the position or have the skill set it takes to be a champion. If that sounds bad, well, I don't really give a shit. I'm honest. People who get title shots after their third or fourth MMA fight, more power to them. That won't be me. I'm still a rookie working my way up the proverbial ladder so to speak. Yeah, I spar with Shark and my sister Ernie; who is far more talented than I am. I think I can hold my own sparring them, but in the cage? In a fight? Shark would give me a run for my money. So would Cass. I'd lose with my head held high, glad I survived. let's be honest, I'm no where near ready to face them. Elena on the other hand. She is the kind of opponent I have dreamed of. Tough as nails, loves to fight and is here to have fun. All the drama and bullshit aside. Me and Elena are going to put on one hell of a fight. We aren't even up here saying we'll definitely win on the 3rd. We know we got a tough fight ahead of us to get that win, so you can all settle down and show up to watch one hell of a fight.
She sets her microphone down, done with questions. Not even phased with the dirty looks Cody was giving her either. If she starts shit with her right here on stage or after, she'll clean his clock and wind him back up so Fisk can finish him off.
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I looked directly into P3’s eyes from across the stage and did not blink. I could feel MLC staff put their hands on my shoulder. They were motioning for me to take my seat now. I couldn’t and I wouldn’t. I held my ground and did not budge. I wanted this nigga to know that I’m right here and I’m going to be right here. I wasn’t going to go anywhere. Just like I stood my ground on this stage, I would stand my ground in that octagon. He wasn’t going to make me take a step back. I will walk right up to the centre of that cage and claim it.
On Twitter and interviews he had tried to paint some sort of picture that I never thought this fight would happen because I was a bitch that never wanted it. I wanted to stand here and look him dead in the eyes to let him know that he was about to fight a nigga that did not fear him. A nigga that was not only ready to put a dent in his skull but craving that moment.
Should he be good at reading a man’s eyes, then he would know that I did not just want to fight him on Saturday - I wanted to end him.
From what I could read off of his eyes was that like me, he too was ready and he too did not fear me. We both were coming into this fight confident in our abilities, confident that we’d beat the shit out of one another and come out the victor. That didn’t bother me. Let him be confident. I was going to crush his confidence. Maybe not by the end of today. After all, I had talked down on him for years and none of it seemed to phase him.
But when we’re locked in that cage and he’s missing and everything he banked on working - doesn’t? Yeah, his confidence would deteriorate.
I opened my mouth and shouted out across the stage, before I could even finish what I was saying he cut me off and said some things back. Now here we were having a shouting match, jawing back and forth towards one another - the fans loving it. It seemed like none of us wanted to be the one to take a seat first but we had no choice when a group of security guards came our way and forced us to. I complied because I did not want to ruin this moment. I had some things to get off my chest and wanted this press conference to go smoothly.
As I took my seat, Maria went back to addressing the audience and my eyes remained on P3 for several seconds. I then sat back, relaxed, and took in the atmosphere.
Las Vegas was where I resided. I always had a lot of support here. However P3 was so adored by the fans and was still riding a huge hype wave that over half of the people in here were still booing me and cheering for him.
JAMES SHARK: “Heh… going to be a lot of sad motherfuckers come Saturday.”
I nodded my head and enjoyed the boos I was receiving. Adjusting my custom snapback on my head that had a photoshopped image of P3’s head on a platter with two X’s on his eyes.
JAMES SHARK: “I’ll bring out the thunder once I step into that cage and push the action. Then when it’s all said and done the fans will bring out the rain with the tears they shed.”
I hear a laugh beside me and see BAD ASS shaking his head chuckling, amused by me talking to myself and hyping myself up. I was surprised he could even hear me over these people and Maria on the microphone. I eye him and flash the dude a smirk when he looks my direction.
JAMES SHARK: “What’s poppin’ BAD BOY, you fuckin’ with this crowd or what??”
BAD ASS: “Oh best believe me, I will be fucking with them. Look up.”
With a tilt of his flatbill, BAD ASS peered directly at the ceiling and pointed coyly. I squinted my eyes at him and hesitantly look up as well. In the rafters can be seen a hideous man looming over a scaffold. Upon closer inspection it’s BAD ASS’s personal punching bag Toast. In his hands a large jar of bugs.
I damn near jump out my seat at the sight. I quickly look back at BAD ASS and his smile had considerably widened.
BAD ASS: “Madagascar cockroaches. I got enough for all these interviewers if they wanna get fresh.”
JAMES SHARK: “Bruh what in the actual fuck? That nigga uglier than P3. Nigga you tell that deformed man to unleash those cockroaches and I kid you not, everyone in this room will run away while P3 flies out his seat and tries to catch em all to eat.”
Shark cringes and shakes off the thought and immediately wants to forget about what he just saw.
JAMES SHARK: “Better not. I actually wanna stick around durin’ this one.”
James fights the urge to look up again and instead, quickly changes the topic.
JAMES SHARK: “Goddamn…. Aye, you got a pick on this main event yet? Who you goin’ for? Who you got? Me or Frankenstein lookin ass P3?”
A look of absurdity passes BAD ASS’s face for a moment before he looks back at me.
BAD ASS: “You of course. His chin ain’t what it used to be. I know you got what it takes to put his lights out. Dude’s elite; don’t get me wrong. But you got this.”
JAMES SHARK: “My man. That’s right. My nigga. What I like to hear. Good lookin’ out champ.”
I bump his fists with him and suddenly feel Maria push my right shoulder. Was she jealous BAD ASS was getting all my attention right now? Suddenly I realize she’s notifying me that I had a question. I see everyone staring at me and laugh.
JAMES SHARK: “Oh my bad. What’s the question y’all? Can someone repeat the question? Shit.”
HAROLD SPENCER: “Yes I can. James, Hi. The question was basically your confidence heading into this fight with P3. You trash talk all your opponents but there are times where you do give them credit for what they are good at. A lot of people see P3 as the toughest opponent you’ll be facing to date but you’ve given him zero credit and talk as though he is the weakest opponent you’ll ever face…”
JAMES SHARK: “My guy, where the hell is the question?”
HAROLD SPENCER: “Well do you actually believe that? Are you trying to get in his head here? People think you’re being a little bit too overconfident and underestimating him big time.”
JAMES SHARK: “100%”
I say with a straight face. Lying out my teeth. P3 was elite. He possessed the talent and skills that if used correctly, could absolutely humiliate me and dominate me. However I wasn’t going to let anyone know that.
JAMES SHARK: “The guy is trash man. He is god awful. He’s a kickboxer with no legs my nigga. Where is the footwork y’all be praising? He is slower than the hunt for Osama Bin Laden. You could see his punches coming from a mile away. The heavy bag is faster than this nigga man. He’s the only fighter I know to wear headgear while working the heavy bag because the heavy bag hits him back every time. The dude is the epitome of TRASH. I keep telling y’all this. HE IS TRASH. HE IS A BUM. I’ve said it since I first saw him years back. I don’t understand what the huge confusion is bruh. He’s made out to look like he’s only lost one fight but the fact is he’s lost several. I say stuff like this and y’all look at me like I’m crazy. He got his ass whooped by MOLLY REID. Molly fucking Reid! His losses to Marissa and Ryan? Okay, yea, you can let them slide. But Molly!? The bald bitch that snorts used condoms every sunday!? Hell fucking no! She got the cardio of an obese grandpa smoker. She a sex addict AND a drug addict. Don’t stand there and tell me this man is elite when he gets worked by someone like that. Her corner had to THROW in a towel to SAVE P3’s life.”
I run my hands down my face. Trying so hard not to laugh at this point.
JAMES SHARK: “And that’s just facts!”
I shrug my shoulders and couldn’t even bare looking at P3 right now because I knew he was salty. I couldn’t even imagine the annoyance that had to be going through his head - Having a guy like me: So loud, so irritating, saying these things with such high belief, saying things like this for years and years. I don’t care if the mind games don’t work on him. To have a guy like me tell you that you’re this bad for years and years to come has to put some sort of doubt in the back of your head. It has to play a role in your mood. He can act like it wasn’t getting to him but the fact of the matter is he’s already shown it upsets him throughout different stages of his MLC career. Could you blame him? I mixed in some small facts with this talk. The round before Molly’s corner threw in the towel was a round that P3 positively did lose and get beat. No P3 fan in the world could deny that and no P3 fan in the world could defend him for that either.
JAMES SHARK: “And you know what? All y’all be comin’ at me saying stuff like, ‘aw man James, you’re not giving P3 enough respect’. Come on breh. How much more respect can I give him!? I’m ALREADY giving him enough respect as it is! When I say he is DOGGY DOO DOO, that’s me already giving him ENOUGH respect. You take that respect out of the equation, then P3 no longer becomes the doggy doo doo. P3 becomes the dead fly ON the doggy doo doo. Y’all get what I’m saying?”
The reporters and fans laugh at the way I was mocking P3. No one has ever came at him like this in his life. He’s had a big rivalry with Marissa Kane, who too talked a lot of trash, but not like this. Not like me. And this was just the beginning. This was going to be a LOOONG press conference for P3.
AUSTIN LEE: “Hey James, Hey P3. Over here on the middle please, this is actually a question for the two of you. I’m Austin Lee reporting for Combat Daily. There’s been several reports leaked this week about a huge list of sponsorships available for you both. Something that hasn’t been there before for past MLC fights, but with this one being one of the biggest fights in MLC history and a fight that the fans have wanted for such a long time, it seems like this isn’t really a rumour. Do you guys have a ton of sponsors waiting at your door and if so what kind?”
I quickly grab the microphone, wanting to answer this question before P3 could.
JAMES SHARK: “This is my question. Leave the microphone alone Paullette. You have no one wanting to sponsor you. No one.”
Now I clear my throat with a smile, prepared to answer this and continue to shit all over P3 throughout the entire duration of this presser.
JAMES SHARK: “You bet your yellow ass there’s gonna be a lot of sponsors for this fight. Y’all already know I rock with Nike. I been with Nike since forever. I been with them ninjas since before it was the cool thing to do y’know? I think after me and Emelio came out with Nike, all these wrestlers and what not started saying they was with Nike too when the reality is - Nike don’t fuck with them and Nike certainly don’t fuck with P3. When I say there’s going to be a lot of sponsors for this fight i’m talking about me. I’m getting all the offers. Not him. Like I said, Nike always been with me so I gotta be loyal to them. I can’t really get into detail of what offers there are just yet, but I’ll be picking through some of them tomorrow. Nike has to come first though. They’ve shown me nothing but love and appreciate all that they’ve done for me thus far, including all the gear and training machines they’ve provided with me for not just this camp but every camp.”
Austin nods his head, the smile that was once on his face was no longer there and instead replaced with what looked like a hidden frown. He was obviously feeling some type of way about me calling his ass yellow. Racist or not that was the color I saw. Austin looks over at P3 as if still waiting for him to answer. It was yet another opportunity I saw to “bully” him.
JAMES SHARK: “What I say? He got no sponsors. No legitimate ones at least. Aside from the MLC was is a given, he’ll also be sponsored by the Sunrise Hospital Medical Centre here in Las Vegas.”
I nod my head serious as can be. Then I close my fist and wag it in the air.
JAMES SHARK: “Shoutout to the Sunrise Hospital Medical Centre y’all. Shoutout to them.”
I then lower my fist at a fast speed, letting it crash down onto table so hard, it knocks down my can of Monster Energy and wobbles the rest of the fighter’s cans that sit near me.
JAMES SHARK: “The lowest rated hospital in Vegas. It brings a tear to my eye seeing the worst hospital in Vegas and the worst MMA fighter joining forces to make one special team. I’m glad that P3 is rockin’ with them too because that’s where P3 is going to be eating, sleeping, drinking and living for the rest of his days after this fight. It’s all going to be happening from one spot too. Yeah, he’s not gonna be getting up outta that hospital bed, dog.”
More laughs from the crowd as I was relentless with my verbal attack. I turn towards P3 and look him dead in the eyes once more.
JAMES SHARK: “So when I drop you on the fucking canvas and you layin’ there all stretched out. Don’t try to get up. Get comfortable in that position because that’s gonna be the position you keep for the rest of your life. Layin’ on your back like the fucking worthless being I been tryna tell these people you is. If folks wanna stay riding you after that then you might as well get your own logo like Jordan, a logo of a man laying down. It could get placed on wheelchairs and canes instead of shoes and shirts. You’ll finally have that James Shark money that you and everyone of these fighters been tryna get, you ain’t even got to thank me my nigga, I already know your pride won’t let you, so it is what it is, you’re welcome in advance!”
Before I could put the microphone down another reporter rose up. It looked like it came off unplanned. She literally just stood up and blurted out her question out of nowhere.
FEMALE REPORTER: “James can you at least give us any other hints to what sponsors you will be wearing?”
JAMES SHARK: “P3’s blood. Simple. I’m going to wear white trunks and P3’s blood is gonna be all over them trunks, baddie. So I guess you can say his blood is and will be a confirmed sponsor. That’s all I’m givin’ yall for now though. P3’s blood and Nike. Sit tight and stay patient for the rest.”
She sighs and rolls her eyes, sitting back down and crossing her arms in the process. The rest of the reporters in this room were much more professional as they had their eyes on me with their arms raised. Instead of putting the microphone away, I figured I’d stay holding it. I’d be needing it for a while. With that being the case, I decided to get comfortable. I stood up from my seat and slid over the table, knocking down my can of Monster energy as well as the holster for the microphone and my name card. I then sat right on the edge of the table. My feet dangling in the air, now being able to show off my newly customized pair of kicks. White and blue high tops. Again like my snapback, a shot fired at P3. The design on the shoes had a cartoonish sketch of P3 drowning and a Big BLACK Shark coming to eat him alive.
All the reporters around me started taking photographs of these shoes to put on their websites and blogs, meanwhile I focused my attention on the reporters who still had their hands up in the far distance.
JAMES SHARK: “You. The dork wearing an ugly ass scarf even though it’s hot as hell in here.”
The reporter looked at me confused. Someone passes him a microphone and he begins to speak out nervously.
REPORTER: “I--I uh didn’t have my hand up.”
JAMES SHARK: “I know. You just look dumb as fuck, the scarf don’t help a damn bit, the hell wrong with you?”
REPORTER: “Oh--Haha-Y-Ya. I just have a--a-uh rash on my neck s-”
JAMES SHARK: “Bruh go the fuck away and strangle yo’ self with that ugly lookin’ thing goddamn. Act like any of us care.”
REPORTER: “...But you just-”
JAMES SHARK: “ANYWAYS. Before I was rudely interrupted and shit… Who want their next question answered? We turning this shit into a “James Shark Q n A”. No offense to all the other fighters up on this stage with me but y’all can get the fuck on man. They got some mean hot dog stands outside for a buck fifty. I know the weigh ins tomorrow but some of y’all look like y’all could use the weiners, man. I’m sittin’ here with a bunch of skeletons, tell me I’m lying. Go hit up that hot dog stand. The dude behind the stand named Mohammed. He only accept cash. He a cool dude. He likes to rip off and overcharge seniors but he has a good heart.”
I shrug.
JAMES SHARK: “Promo code: Baby dick P3. Valid today only. Say it loud, say it proud and get free french fries witcho hot doggie.”
BREE GENEVA: “French Fries!?”
I heard Bree and couldn’t really tell if she was excited about the fries or disgusted by them. Afterall, she had more abs than me and P3 combined. Doesn’t matter, she was still sexy. I lick my lips.
JAMES SHARK: “Nah Bree don’t you worry. The fries may be burnt. What can you expect when P3 in the promo code? It’s just like when he’s in the Main Event of Pay Per Views. Always a disappointment. Bree you stay your fine ass right there, and stop textin’ pics to my phone before I give you a different weiner.”
I look at Bree and give her a seductive wink. Feeling my phone vibrating through the pockets of my sweats. She had been texting me stupid pictures all day and more so now trying to deliberately fuck up my game. I see her laugh and shake her head then quickly turn my attention back to the cameras.
JAMES SHARK: “I take that back though. I’m a married man. P3 ain’t gonna do shit y’all. My wife is my real opponent. I’ll dog on P3’s ass in that cage then go home and my wife will give me a real fight for my comments today. Shoutouts to Harleen Quinzel y’all. From MLC 1 to MLC 10 her name still in my mouth. Ayyye let’s fuckin’ go.”
I chuckle. Quickly turning my attention back to my fellow co-workers again.
JAMES SHARK: “Damn y’all still here? Get the fuck on. Navarro my nigga. A buck fifty for a hot dog. You ain’t gonna find a deal like this anywhere else. Oh you straight? Aight. Well. Bree, Bad Ass, 44 and Navarro can stay, but the rest of you niggas need to get the stepping, man. Sitting there looking pretty. Fuck y’all think this is? Ain’t no one taking not one picture of y’all. This a James Shark press conference now, say goodbye. Go be some background characters somewhere else. P3 go fetch my can of Monster I dropped on the floor while you on your way out my nigga. And when you reach down for it. Kiss my shoe while you down there you BITCH.”
Right after the instructions I gave to P3, I purposely put the microphone real close to my mouth then laughed out loud hysterically. I sounded like a real life super villain with that crazy laughter, laughing out louder and longer than the Joker would. I wasn’t “trying too hard” to get under P3’s skin. I was already under it. I been under it ever since MLC 1. Right now I was just having fun and having it at his expense.
Suddenly in the far distance I could see that one of the reporter’s with their hands up at a Fight Hub logo on their t-shirt. I didn’t hesitate in choosing that person to speak out and take the spotlight because I had a bone to pick with Fight Hub.
JAMES SHARK: “What’s up lil dude, you on the far corner. Y’all with Fight Hub?”
GREGORY JAMIESON: “Yes that’s right. Fight Hub TV. My name is Greg. James I’d just like to know how your training camp has been going for this fight and how it compares to training camps for your other fight? I mean, in your last fight you were pretty adamant that it was the best shape you’ve ever been in and you had something to prove against Ryan and everyone else in the MLC that basically “forgotten” about you since your suspension. But this fight is obviously way bigger than the Ryan fight and it’s hard to really gauge what your mind is at.”
JAMES SHARK: “And why’s that?”
GREGORY JAMIESON: “Well you know.. You post pictures of yourself partying. Many of your trainers have confirmed that you are thinking about retirement. Then there’s updates from your camp that you are training really hard but it’s all just confusing really, especially for us, the media and the fans. So how does this training camp compare to the rest?”
I chuckle and shake my head at this little fool. I then point at him and wag my finger at him like my mother in law does to me when I steal my kid’s treats she gives them.
JAMES SHARK: “You know what? Y’all at Fight Hub TV been doing nothing but gathering attention on y’alls youtube channel by posting negative content about me. Questioning my training, questioning my mindset. I know this is the biggest fight of my MMA career. Maybe how I portray my training camp or how I down talk P3 doesn’t really match with that but trust me, I know.”
I point at P3.
JAMES SHARK: “This big pile of overhyped trash right here is the face of the MLC. Ain’t that insane? Cass is the Champion. Cass beat his motherfucking ass. Choked him out. Yet he’s still the face of the company. This nigga is like a God to y’all and you worship everything he says and does. He’s by far my biggest opponent here and my biggest fight. I had something to prove in the Ryan fight but in this fight, it’s just about my genuine dislike for P3 and how bad I want to expose him. I’m not gonna sit here and feed y’all the same generic tired bullshit about ‘oh this is the best i’ve ever been’ or ‘oh man training camp went perfect’ cuz the fact of the matter is this: Every time you’ve seen me it’s been a better version of me. Even when I got knocked out by Marissa Kane that was a better James Shark than the one that submitted Tom Pendergrass. You put the flash KO in the second round aside and just look at how I dogged her in the first round. I was too fast. I was too accurate. I was too fucking much. Give me about 10 more seconds and Marissa would have been finished in that first round. We both knew it. And after all that stuff she talked about my kids and how low she went? Man… comin’ into that second round I just wanted to finish what I started in the first round. I was too trigger happy and I over-committed. It was a stupid mistake I handed to her that I won’t be handing to P3. Because let’s face it. You can’t afford to make mistakes at this level because there’s severe consequences. I stand by what I say about P3 being ass but If I make a mistake, he gon’ put me away like he put away Madness.
I shrug my shoulders, giving P3 a short look then nodding at him. I knew what he was capable of.
JAMES SHARK: “I’m going to come into this fight and lay it all out there. What you heard is true. If P3 beats me - I will retire. But that’s not cuz I got one foot out the door. Make no mistake about where my mind be at. My mind is on beating P3 in the most quickest and violent fashion possible. Fight of the Night isn’t an option for me. But Performance of the night, knockout of the night and submission of the night are all possibilities. I’m looking for that quick finish and if I don’t get it, then he better expect to be on the end of a one sided beatdown. This is do or die for me. Beat him. Beat Cass. Become a two time MLC World Champion. Get my fucking life back and go back to where I was before the Marissa Kane nightmare. Or die. Simple. Or die.”
I give the fans a nod now. They had to know I was serious here. I wanted everyone to see the intensity in my eyes. This wasn’t a fucking game to me anymore. They could all underestimate me because of the shit I talked and the pictures I post on social media but I was prepared. Deep down inside I know how talented this man is. I know that like me, this is also the biggest fight of his career. Any strike he lands on me is going to fucking hurt. Chances are, taking him down won’t be possible and if it is, keeping him down on the mat will be even harder. This was going to be a fucking chess match and I wasn’t the type to be all that strategic nor am I patient man.
He probably isn’t going to gass out and he probably will be better than what I trained for - even though I trained for the best P3 I could imagine - chances are he’ll be better.
But whatever comes my way I’ll get through it. I’ll show him. I’ll show them. I’ll show the whole world. It’s now or never. James Shark is back.
JAMES SHARK: “P3 say goodbye my nigga.”
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Prince quirks an eyebrow and looks at Shark with a smirk.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: I don’t got sponsors lined up? Besides Nike? I’m got deals lined up with MusclePharm, MONSTER, I’ve actually in talks with Mercedes-Benz for commercials. Hold on, hold on, hold on...
P3 pulls his suits sleeve up, showing a Hublot Big Bang Ferrari. He shows the crowd, standing up to flash it, shouting, “OVER TWENTY STACKS!!” He gives Maria his sunshades playfully.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Don’t blind yourself here. Know what give them to Shark because even when he thinks he’s shining, I’m gonna be there to show him I shine BRIGHTER…
The crowd begins to “OOOOOH!” at Prince as he urges Maria to do so, but she just places them down and laughs a bit.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Hold on, hold on, hold on. What other trash was he saying? Gonna put me in the HOSPITAL? I’m slow? Me? You must have some serious fuckin’ brain damage from past two fights, because you really on some lying shit right now. I got a handful of shit that I can do to beat you, bro. You wanna hear the facts? You got the head movement of a fuckin’ box turtle…
Some people in the crowd crack up at the joke as Prince looks at Shark, kind of surprised that he’d say something false like that. Prince doesn’t lose his smile.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Your coach don’t watch tapes? Damn, that’s too bad. Mine do though. You got all that bread put forth in your gyms and shit, and they still don’t teach you to move your chin out of the way of a punch. My footwork? My head movement? That’s world class, homie. The fact you even say something like that shows you don’t even have a clue what the fuck you’re up against. Which is great for me, because once I send your fuckin’ jaw into the crowd, maybe when they reattach it to you ugly ass face, you’ll put some respect on my name, yeah? You out here makin’ gambles with your career, because the fact is, when I beat you, you ain’t got no more excuses.
He out here sayin’ I’M OVERHYPED. When you stepped your ashy fuckin’ feet into this place, they were about to THROW ROSE PETALS wherever you fuckin’ WALKED! Don’t try and play the fuckin’ victim!! I stepped in here, what were people sayin’ bro, huh? The tabloids on fight news websites were paintin’ me as out of my element! I built my reputation from the ground up, I’m grassroots, I’m organic...but you?
P3 looks at Shark, shrugging his shoulders.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: You the status quo, you junk food; TRASH! Awww, were you pouting because you were a one and done and I was the dude who could hold my belt longer than you? Your bae know you got problems with that? Huh? Oh word? Okay. You jealous I’m a league ahead of you? Don’t act like that Shark, that would make people think you’re an actual fraud.
James doesn’t give P3 any attention. He doesn’t even attempt to try and interrupt him as P3 rips into him about what he just said. Instead James keeps his eyes towards the attendance in the building. He wants to look at their reactions to P3’s ranting. He watches the reactions of the people with his arms crossed and a hint of a smirk on his face. As P3 nears the end of his rant, Shark squints his eyes and mouths the word “Bae?” with a confused face. He then cringes and shakes his head, now putting his free hand over his face, still shaking his head with a face palm.
The reporters didn’t need to ask a follow up question to make things get more heated, nor did they need to ask James what his thoughts were. James had all the intentions of replying to P3 now that P3 was finished. He removes his hand from his face and lets out a deep sigh, making sure the microphone is near his lips so that it could be heard by everyone. He then looks at the media with a serious face.
JAMES SHARK: “But he doesn’t care right guys? He don’t care about me. He don’t care about what I got to say. What I say doesn’t phase him. It doesn’t get to him. Right?”
The serious face now fades as it was no match for the big smirk that was returning on his face. JAMES SHARK: “Why is he so defensive my niggas? P3 why you so up in arms about me talking about your lack of sponsors and your non existent footwork and horrible speed? Everything I say is factual. How you gonna call your speed elite when you move like Frankenstein and niggas in a wheelchair got better footwork than you? My guy… fucking take up that issue with your gym and your trainer. Nah, take up that issue with yourself. Make some changes because them attributes are far from elite. Don’t get all in your feelings and try to twist the shit around on me and talk about my head movement because we all know my head more than Maria’s italian ass be moving her hands while she talk.”
James waves P3 off and starts laughing.
JAMES SHARK: “My head so fucking stationary yet I only been knocked out once in my entire life. Oh yeah, my chin is always in the same spot yet it’s so damn hard to hit, oh maan this nigga haha. And he calls me a liar. Y’all check that? P3, how the fuck you gonna jump out your seat, stand up, name all your irrelevant ass sponsorships and talk about all this nonsense then try and pretend what I say don’t affect you? CLEARLY IT DOOOOO! Oh my fucking God yo hahaha, clearly it fucking dooo. Man. I picked up this lil ass microphone, answered a couple of questions, and this nigga head ready to explode. P3, what the hell you gonna do when I’m talking to you in that cage? Bruh. What the fuck are you gonna do? You might as well turn around and tattle on my ass, tell the referee to tell me to stop because you ain’t shutting me up.”
James shakes his head, his face still covered in a smile.
JAMES SHARK: “Y’all notice how he said he didn’t know who I was till I tweeted him too right? Nigga i’m pretty sure the first time I ever tweeted was you like… after MLC 2. Like the first ever direct tweet? Yeah, after MLC 2. How you supposedly not know me when I was main eventing the shows you was on. You were damn near opening the show in MLC 1 yet you didn’t know who the fuck I was right? Meh… you know who I am now don’t you? Oh a nobody. A silly trash talker. A dude that don’t move his head. Nigga. I will move my head all up between your momma legs while my ‘bae’ sit on her fuckin face. SharQ straight double team your momma to relieve her of the pain of having to see me hospitalize her beloved son. How about that?”
Shark laughs at his own immaturity, loving how all of this just comes to him, loving how he now believes he has officially cracked P3 quicker than he expected. It seems his trainer, Slaughterhouse’s own Clayton Paris believes the same because he chimes in from a far distance, also saying something. The audio doesn’t really pick up what he says but he says something about P3’s camp and trainer. Shark laughs out louder. The fighters on stage are able to hear what Clayton said, especially James and P3.
]JAMES SHARK: “Yeah Clay’ this nigga talking about his trainer watching tapes. Nigga. Tell your trainer he wasting his fucking time. That’s the only thing you right about. Paris ain’t watching no tapes. I ain’t watching no tapes. Slaughterhouse not watching no fucking tapes. We not sitting around watching no motherfucking tapes my nigga. What the fuck is that gonna do? How the fuck is watching tapes gonna help you? Like I said before, each time you see me is a better version. If I made a mistake last fight, or you saw any hole that fight. That same mistake and that same hole won’t come up again in this fight. I fix my errors. You don’t. You like the free antiviruses that do full scans and find nothing, yet your computer is all the way fucked up…”
The camera now pans over and zooms into Harley Jo who laughs knowing James is using that analogy because of his experiences of laptops breaking due to too much porno viewing and illegal downloads.
JAMES SHARK: “That’s exactly how your bum ass gym and trainer treats you. Surrounded by a bunch of dick suckers. ‘Good job P3’ ‘You’re doing amazing P3’ ‘Everything is fucking perfect master’ ‘Do your balls need some more powdering sir?’ Fuuuuuuuck off. Bunch of fuckin’ Yes Men and Cheerleaders in MMA gear. The problems you had with Marissa Kane in your first fight are the same problems you had with Tom Pendergrass in your last fight. Don’t be talking about my trainer and don’t be talking about yours. My trainer will smack the shit out of your trainer my nigga. Matter of fact. Clayton Paris smack the shit out of you right now. Ain’t that right Clay?”
The camera now pans over to Clayton Paris who appears to be cutting his way through fans and the media, making his way towards the stage. Security start to act as it looks like Clayton is marching towards the stage in a threatening manner, but Clayton puts his hands up and says he just wants to stand in front of the stage. The security get some instructions from their earpiece and decide to let it slide, allowing Clayton to stand in front of the stage, looking up at P3, several feet away from him, not allowed to climb up onto the actual stage. Clayton is pointing up at him and saying some things. The audio now able to pick it up since he’s a lot closer than he originally was.
CLAYTON PARIS: “PRINCE PAUL! We know how to beat you. Slaughterhouse has ALREADY beat you. We will beat you again. Why would Shark be jealous about you holding the INTERNATIONAL TITLE? You’ve never touched the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP and you won’t ever get to even come near it ever again! Shark is ready. Look at him. HE. IS. READY. He is ready right now! Shark is going to fuck you up! He’s going to teach you about real talent. He’s going to expose all the holes you have and how much you need to learn AND GUESS WHAT? He’s not even going to charge you!! He’s not even going to fucking charge you for those lessons!”
Clayton continues rambling on and on while Shark and the rest of the Slaughterhouse members just laugh and encourage Clayton, loving this interaction. P3 however, is not having it. Prince holds his hand up towards Clayton.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Hey hold up old time, I gotta unpack everything your boy gotta say. He a big boy he don’t need all ya’ll trying fight his battles. I’ma get to your old ass soon, so don’t worry, sit tight. You got drinks over there? You good? Your crew good? Good. Your boy thinks he’s the only person bringing in sponsors. The funny thing is, I just named off the ones off top of my head. Hey, when I retire him, I could hook him up with an IcyHot sponsor deal. I bet he’d love to meet Shaq, bro...
There was light laughter. Prince just looks at Shark, squinting his eyes with a toothy grin. He’s just watches Shark play up to how “CRACKED” Prince was. Prince pouts a bit and uses his hands to act like he’s crying. He chuckles and drinks some water. Prince turns his head to his left, and just sighs, rolling his eyes at Shark’s. He looks out at the reporters, then holds his hands out as if presenting the problems he was talking about. He lowers them, and raises the microphone to his lips.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Oh my god, I don’t caaaaare. You are so tired dude, I don’t know why people stan for you. Like forreal, you are fuckin’ stupid. I’ma let you know something: Ain’t shit about you elite. Yeah, you are stationary and you throw kicks like you tryin’ to kick runny shit off of your leg. Homie, who is your KICKBOXING coach? I try with the best who you got? I got PEDIGREE! I’m a PUREBRED you a fuckin’ MUTT to me on the feet. I’m about to dissect you homeboy!! The only thing you got is a punching chance against me. This ain’t slapboxing in your backyard. Is that how you guage your speed? You’re trash, your head movement is garbage, and you throw punches like you tryin’ to swat at flies. I’m stronger than you, I got more pop in my punches than you. Hell I could fold my hands behind my back and use my feet if I wanted to. I could land a vanilla ass roundhouse kick that’d feel like a fuckin’ buckshot and take your head CLEAN off. You know it, team knows it, and your coach knows it. I ain’t been knocked out on my feet EVER! Those losses on my kickboxing record are from DECISIONS. I bet if I even threw a punch near your way right now you’d tip over. You’re fuckin’ SOFT Shark. Sooooooft. That’s your fuckin’ problem you don’t know what the fuck you got yourself into. Your coach and tell you about me? Hold up...
Prince looks out at the crowd towards Clayton Pairs with a big smile.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: AYO CLAYTON, you ain’t tell him??? THAT’S FUNNY! I thought somebody like you would be nervous boy, because you the one who got him in this mess in the first place. Your old ass on Twitter texting away, talking shit. You ain’t show him what the fuck I’m about? That time I knocked out Cass, buddy? I was doin’ that shit back in K-1! You gonna set him up for this fight? Tell me something, were you swearin’ Ensure when they set the fight up? Because honestly Shark was acting like he was up for the shot. So honestly, you’re to blame for this ass beating I’m about to lay on your man.
Prince laughs, on the contrary, he found this all to be hilarious.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Yo I’m about to swarm him. Who did he fight with elite speed here? I’ll wait...
P3 folds his arms and rests his mic holding hand on his cheek. He turns his head towards Shark, smiling.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: So, not only are you full of shit, you’re clueless. Daaaaaaamn you about to catch a beatin’. I’ma whoop you, THEN I’m smack your coach Paris over there. YOU STILL STANDIN’ OLD MAN? I BET YOU SHAKIN’ IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN’ DEPENDS, HUH?!
Prince laughs, he can hear Shark’s team swearing at him and flicking him off. P3 stands up, arms raised. Maria tries to bring order, but Prince ignores it.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Hey, hey, hey I wish I was fighting you too! But I’ll settle for beating Shark down like the bitch he is though. I’ma be taking that belt too. I’ll go through your entire fuckin’ crew too. What you say…?!
Prince leans down to listen to the profanity spewed at him by Slaughterhouse.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: Hey, you talkin’ shit, but just like him you too much of a PUSSY to do somethin’ about it!!! I’m about to send him back to you in a fuckin’ body bag!!
An image of Slaughterhouse flicking P3 off and Clayton Paris being the most vocal out of the group makes Prince laugh out loud. He turns to Shark and shouts, “THEY SCARED! THEY KNOW WHAT’S UP! THEY SCARED!” Clayton says something again. Prince walks pass the table and squats down in front of Coach Paris. P3 starts to jaw-jack back at him. Paris flicks Prince off, which makes Prince smirk. Prince climbs down from the stage and gets in Clayton’s face, “DO SOMETHING THEN!” Prince says with his arms opened, staring down the entire Slaughterhouse family. Coach of The Factory Marcello de Pablo and Prince’s entire team fight through the crowd to grab their fighter. “This ain’t Twitter anymore bitch!” Prince can be heard saying. Shark decides to join in, jumping off of the ledge of the table and walking right towards P3. The security at this point is delayed and can’t even reach over to the two men because of everyone that is in their way including teammates and now fans who have pushed their way past media.
P3 sees Shark coming his way and wastes no time meeting him halfway as the two are right in each others faces. P3 the bigger man looking down towards Shark as they exchanged harsh words with their eyes wide and spit flying out of their mouth. It was super intense and everyone in the building got a feeling that at any moment these two would go at it. Shark can be heard telling Prince he’s gonna put him to sleep. Prince smirks and talks some trash to the former World Champion as well. He puts his hands behind his back and presents his chin to Shark, reminiscent of exchange they had on Twitter a month ago.
Shark glares right at P3 and balls his fist up, clearly annoyed that P3 is sticking his chin out at him in front of everyone. Shark then reaches forward and wraps his hand around P3’s neck but it’s only for a second because as soon as his hand makes contact with that neck, P3 reaches forward and puts his hand right onto Shark’s face, literally grabbing him by the face and pushing him forward like a little kid. Shark swings wildly, over the top but it badly misses and P3’s hand over his face turns into a clinch with now two hands behind Shark’s head. P3 throws a knee and Shark hooks it, pushing him forward and trying to go for a take down but P3 does a good job at defending it and sprawling, regardless both of them fall towards their side onto the table behind them. The fighters seated at that table evacuate as a crowd forms around the men. Nothing can be seen but the back of people’s heads along with P3’s arms and Shark’s arms whaling. Unknown whether these punches by the men are landing or doing significant damage. Instead of their teammates brawling, they are working together to pull these men off of one another.
Finally as the security reach the men, the two are separated. Shark is without a shirt on as it had gotten ripped off during the brawl. Prince sees them on the floor and grabs it and throws it at Clayton’s head. There is a shouting match between everyone as the two are separated further and further from one another. With Prince’s back to the stage and Shark’s crew getting backed up towards the exit. Shark’s angry expression begins to change into laughter, and Prince nods his head with a smirk as he shouts “Retire bitch!!” four times at Shark who licks his lips and shouts something back at the former International Champion while grabbing at his crotch. Page and his team get pushed back up on the stage. Page lets out a frustrated chuckle. He grabs the microphone from the table.
PRINCE PIERRE-PAUL: HEY, YOU TOOK YOUR SHOT, SHARK!!! YOU TOOK YOUR SHOT AND NOW I’MA TAKE MINE IN OUR FIGHT! I’MA RETIRE YOU, YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH!
Prince throws the microphone down and it escorted to the back by security, his coach, and teammates. Maria tries to regain order in the press room, but pictures are flashing, and the crowd is rowdy after the altercation between the two best fighters in MLC.
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