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This is my entry into the YAY TEAM: The Sex which is damn fuuuu- freaking good.” She corrects herself and looks at Leslie expectantly. The president cocks an eyebrow as a warning.

“We talked about this.” He chuckles. “I’m gonna fine ya. A thousand dollars for every f-bomb you drop today, Toye.” He speaks into the mic. Everyone laughs. Cass just shrugs.

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, I’m gonna have enough to spare after getting that prize money next week. It’s gonna be my face on your kid’s cereal boxes before next summer.” She says dismissively, but smiles at him to let him know she’s just playing around.

Her smartass comment seems to inspire the press. They all shout her name, trying to get her attention. She points to a younger lady she recognizes.

“Yeah. Mary?”

“Good afternoon, Cassandra.”

“Hey, sweetie.” Cass gives the girl a cocky smile before biting her lower lip. A few cameras take advantage.

“Hey… um…” The girl smiles sheepishly and looks down at the question she had prepared. “So… you seem very confident that you’re going to be fighting at tip-top shape. It certainly looks like you’ve got reason to be.”

“Thank you for noticing.” She winks. Some chuckles around the room. Predictably, one of them is Leslie’s.

“Ummm… right.” Mary’s flustered. Cass would love to give her a one on one interview “In every one of your fights we’ve seen so far, you’ve handled each opponent with a different game plan. Can you tell us a little about how you’ve prepared for your first WCO title fight, in terms of strategy?”

“My team and I have a system. We’ve had this system since I started fighting for the WCO. I’ve never answered this question in detail and I’m not gonna start today. Even for you, Mary.” Cass smiles at the reporter again, then gives her an audacious wink. “I’m undefeated for a reason. I keep my tactics close to the chest.”

More shouting as others call for a chance to ask the next question. Cass points to another reporter.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, Cass.” A boyish reporter begins talking fast. “Kinsley Parsons has defended her title eight times now. She’s the longest reigning women’s champion in any weight-class, and that record puts her in the top three in all of the World Combat Organization, behind Aurelius Thomson and Jon ‘Bane’ James. Yet, you don’t seem intimidated–“

“I’m not.” She interrupts him.

“And why’s that? You could be forgiven for having nerves right now, but you seem totally at ease.”

“Did… did you not hear about me, buddy?” She asks, feigning incredulity. “Oh, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cassandra Toye, and I’ve been dominating the WCO’s featherweight division since I started here, with a record of 9 ‘n ‘Oh’. Nice to fucking meet you.”

Laughter breaks out.

“That’s a thousand right there, Cass.” Leslie says.

“Right, right. What’s my tab up to now?”

“Aaah… I’m sure you don’t want me mentioning that number so publicly.” He laughs. A genuine laugh from Leslie somehow always manages to sound a bit nervous.

“See? Leslie’s always looking out for me, cuz he knows I bring him the big dollars.” Cass smiles.

“Alright, alright, alright.” Leslie chuckles. “Okay, everyone simmer down, simmer down.” Leslie clears his throat. “I think it’s about time we bring out our champion, yes? Cass knows how to share the stage, even if she’s not really good at sharing the octagon. You cool with that, Cassandra?”

“Oh yeah, bring her out. I’ll allow it.”

More laughter.

“Gee, thanks.” Leslie chuckles. “Let’s call Kinsley ‘The Business’ Parsons to the stage.”

Through the osmancık escort entire interview, Cass felt her muscles screaming at her from all the exercise this morning. Still, as soon as Kinsley Parsons stepped into the room, and the brilliant lights of the photographers flashed at twice the rate they had for Cass, she felt sharp and unhindered, her soreness evaporated as it was replaced with pure adrenaline and her predator’s instinct. The cameras keep working as her opponent takes the stage in a no-nonsense business suit with pencil skirt. They keep working as she shakes hands with Leslie. They keep working as she takes her seat, carefully but unceremoniously placing her belt in front of her. Cass notes Kinsley’s seemingly perpetually stern, unsmiling expression that always looks out of place on her oh-so pretty, girly face.

Kinsley doesn’t even wait for the cameras to stop before she calls for a question.

“Who wants to go first? Yes, Mr. Nguyen?”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Parsons.”

“Good afternoon.”

“Would you care to comment on the rumors circulating about your camp? Everyone’s very curious to know if it’s true that Bianca Gao has come out of retirement to help you.”

‘Bianca Gao?’ Cass thought to herself. ‘THE Bianca Gao?’

“Bianca and I have a history.” Kinsley answered. “She and I were friends when I started and were friends the night I took this belt from her. We’ve remained friends since and she’s always been supportive of me every time I’ve defended my title. She cares about my legacy in this sport, because I inherited that legacy from her. Without Bianca Gao, there is no Kinsley Parsons. We are the two greatest women’s featherweight champions this sport has ever seen, across any promotion in the world.”

Through her entire answer, the cameras haven’t stopped clicking away. Cass just stares at her opponent, watching as she speaks with confidence. It’s like she’s rehearsed her answer.

“Forgive me…” The reporter speaks up again. “But that’s neither a confirmation or denial of Bianca’s involvement in your training.”

“You’re correct, it’s not. Next question?”

The shouting is nearly frantic.

“Yes, Ms. Gainsborough?” Kinsley points to another reporter. She seems to know all their names.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Parsons.” Again, Cass’ opponent gets another formal greeting in return, this time from Mary, the young reporter Cass had blatantly flirted with earlier. She notes that Mary seems completely at ease with Kinsley.

“Good afternoon.”

“Can you tell us how this upcoming fight with Cassandra Toye has played out in your head?”

“It begins with taking away Ms. Toye’s considerable stand-up game, and ends as soon as I have her on the ground.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Cass speaks up. More shouting as people try to ask questions. Kinsley pays them no mind.

“We will. I think you’ll be my most challenging opponent to date. Unfortunately for you, that’s not saying much, Ms. Toye. I’ve seen you fight. You’re not a danger to me on the ground.”

“Fuck you ‘Ms. Parsons’.”

“Woah, hey!” Leslie chuckles. “That’s another thous-“

“Take my thousand, Leslie. The only ground game this bitch is gonna be excelling at is a six foot trip beneath it.”

“I like that. That’s really good.” Kinsley says and breaks out into a genuine smile as she stares back into Cass’ eyes, the first Cass has ever seen from the champion other than when Kinsley wins a fight. Cass feels she’s just given her trash-talking abilities a sincere compliment, though. Regardless, Cass stares daggers back at the champion.

The shouting of osmangazi escort reporters and shuttering of their cameras continues.

“Alright, alright. Everyone quiet down. Since these two seem eager to go back and forth, let’s just move ahead with any questions you guys have for the both of them. I’m… I’m gonna handle this one if you ladies don’t mind?” Leslie says, looking to both fighters. Neither of them look back at him. Cass is still fixing a murderous look at Kinsley’s sweet smile. It’s not condescending or even fake, and that just makes Cass want to punch it off her face even more.

“Alright, let’s see. Yes… Uriel Halawni, I see you. Don’t make me regret letting you ask a question, please.” Leslie and most of the press laugh.

“Uh, yes, thank you, Leslie. Uh, hello to both fighters. I think we’re all excited to see the outcome of this. I need to ask… what do you two think of Ivanka Myroslava transferring to Only Championship back in the U.S., and what does that mean for the featherweight division?”

Leslie’s amplified voice joins a chorus of groans at the question.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you ask a question. I never learn my lesson.”

“Yeah, I’ll take this one, Les.” Cass immediately pipes up. This is actually a good chance for her to set the tone for their upcoming fight.

“By all means, Toye.” Leslie says, chuckling.

“Yeah… Halawni, you seem new…” She says sarcastically to the veteran sports journalist “… but I’m sure you’re gonna learn real quick that none of us here are gonna miss Ivanka. She talked a lot of shit for someone who couldn’t back it up. I destroyed her in two rounds to take my place as contender. Your ‘G.O.A.T.’, here, struggled quite a bit more…” Cass gestures at Kinsley with her head. “… but even ‘Ms. Parsons’ put Ivanka in her place a few months ago when that silly Russian stepped up. Honestly, Leslie should’ve found her a better opponent. That’s why I’m not convinced Kinsley’s the G.O.A.T. if all she eats is the easy pickings. Fuck a goat, anyway, I’m a tiger.” Leslie doesn’t even bother to call her out on her swearing this time. Cass just continues.

“I’m gonna eat the goat just like I ate up Ivanka. Check my smile, Uriel. You’re gonna see fangs. Check my breath after next week’s fight and you’re gonna smell the scent of champion blood every time I burp in your face. But I don’t know, Uriel, you might like that too much. Just take my word for it. I’m gonna tear your G.O.A.T. apart.”

“Amazing.” Cass hears her opponent say. She whips her head around and sees that smile still on her face.

“You got something to say?” Cass stands up and notices as Leslie immediately tenses. The cameras get to work immediately.

“Nothing at all. I just really admire you.” Kinsley speaks into her mic, unmoving and unfazed by Cass’ threatening posture.

“YEAH?” Cass shouts as loud as possible so everyone hears now that her voice isn’t being picked up by the mic anymore. “YOU’RE GONNA ADMIRE MY FUCKING ASS WHEN YOU WAKE UP TO THE SIGHT OF LESLIE PUTTING THAT BELT AROUND MY WAIST.”

“Alright, Cassandra.” Kinsley says her name with a strange level of respect, and stands up from her seat. The cameras go wild. Cass is ready. If Kinsley wants to throw down here and now, she will. Leslie is ready too, for all the good that’ll do. He’s not a small man, but he’s in between two killing machines, both of whom are at their prime.

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! KINSLEY!” He shouts at his champion. Cass approaches. Her opponent does too. Cass is ready to lunge. Her opponent… simply offers her hand.

Cass stares at osmaniye escort it before looking back up at Kinsley. That smile’s gone.

“It’ll be a good fight. I look forward to it.” Parsons says, keeping her hand where it is as Cass takes her time deciding whether she’s going to shake it or slap it away.

She decides to take the less dramatic option. She grabs hold of Kinsley’s hand forcefully, but doesn’t shake it. Cass squeezes it as she stares back into her eyes. Kinsley seems completely unaffected, and doesn’t seem to fall for the game of ‘mercy’ Cass is trying to bait her into.

Leslie just looks back and forth between the two women, an anxious frown on his face. The cameras keep clicking away.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be a good fight.” Cass says.

The week leading up to the fight was tough, but rewarding. Her coach put her up against BJJ specialists, some truly big dudes who had no business being as fast as they were. She was put in one hold after another for two days straight, unable to fight off the much stronger opponents. But she adapted. Not only was she able to slip holds, she was starting to make them tap.

“Throw’em to the wolves! Watch’em learn to hunt!” Her coach yelled every time she failed. By her last day of training, she only heard that phrase three times. She knew she could do it. She was going to be champion that Saturday.

At the weight-ins on Friday, Cass looked bulkier than she did at the press conference and hit her weight of 139 lbs. This made her a very sleek 5’10 – one of the tallest in her division.

Then, the champion stepped up, all 5’8 of her looking somehow bigger than Cassandra could ever be. When the scales said she was hitting 144.5lbs of pure muscle, the crowd erupted in cheers.

When they faced off, the two fighters stared into each other’s eyes expressionless for two seconds or so. But soon, Parsons’ smile crossed her lips. Cassandra nearly lost it. She’d never felt herself snarl before. She had both hands on Parson’s chest before she knew what she was doing, and pushed the shorter girl away with force. Parsons seemed ready for it. Her smile faltered, but her balance didn’t. Instead of aggravating anything, Parsons simply struck a quick pose for the cameras and left the stage.

“IT’S YOUR ASS IN 24 HOURS, PARSONS! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, BITCH! WON’T BE SMILING THEN! WON’T BE SMILING THEN!” Cass yelled, as men tried to hold her back from going after her opponent.

Cass slept well that night, but only after being locked in her room by her coach.

“Meditate! Then meditate! Finally, meditate some more! Then go to fucking sleep!” He said to her, taking her phone away. No distractions. Cassandra simply nodded sheepishly, a frown on her face which hadn’t gone away since the weigh-in.

She dreamt of beating Kinsley Parsons senseless while the girl was still on her feet. She woke up feeling refreshed, refocused and ready for the fight.

Lights. The roar of the crowd. The walk-out music. The actual walk to the stage. Watching as her opponent did the same. Cass does all this with her best poker face.

Then, his marvelous voice rang out through the entire place like it was God’s very own. It brings Cass right back to the here and now, arresting her in the grandiose ceremony that is the announcer’s job.

“LADIEEEEEES AAAAAAND GENTLEMEEEEN! THIS FIGHT IS FIIIIVE ROUNDS FOR THE UNDISPUTED WCO FEATHERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OOOOF THE WOOOOORLD!–” Bryan Briars’ famous voice echoes through the stadium, barely drowning out the thousands of spectators who’d come to watch the show.

“Aaaaaand NOW! Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner. A striker! The top contender of the featherweight division, holding a professional record of nine wins and zero losses. She stands five feet and ten inches tall, weighing in at 139 pounds. Fighting out of Singapore, by way of Missoula, Montana, U.S.AAAAAAA…”