My name is Steve, and I’m the president of The Women’s Extreme Championship, or WEC for short, I’m here in Spain, scouting new talent for my roster, and I understand my talent scout found two women who would be perfect for my roster.
I come in the locker room area to meet with both women personally, first I meet with the one who calls herself: Monica The Magnificent.
“Hello, Monica...” I say, extending my hand to shake hers
“Hello...” She says.
“Monica, I understand you have a problem with your opponent tonight, can you explain?”
“The bitch stole my boyfriend, and I want to kick her ass, it’s that simple.”
“Ok, you do realize that a victory here tonight and you’ll be guaranteed a spot on my WEC roster. So, give it your best tonight.” I say, getting up to leave.
“There is one bitch on your roster, I’d love to kick her ass.” Monica says.
“Oh yeah? Who is that?”
“Alicia Vitarelli, I’d just love to pound her face in!” She says with a sadistic smile.
“Be careful what you wish for! And don’t forget, before your match, meet me on stage for your introduction press conference.” I say, leaving the room.
I head across the hall to the dressing room of Ivanna.
To my surprise, Ivanna sat there painting her toenails.
“Hello, Ivanna.” I say, again extending my hand to shake hers.
“Monica tells me there is some hatred between you two, tell me about it?”
“It’s silly, she seems to think I stole her boyfriend, I say, if she kept her man happy, he wouldn’t have had to come to me.” She says with a cocky smile.
I chuckle a little at that statement.
“Are you prepared to fight for an opportunity of a lifetime? A chance to join the WEC?”
“Of course, I want to join your Bikini contests, those…women don’t have the body I have, I will rule the Bikini contests.” She says, again with a cocky smile..
“Ok, before your match, join me and Monica on stage for the press conference.” I say, leaving the room.
A few minutes later, I’m on the stage as both American and Spanish press are gathered.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this historic press conference here in Spain, tonight, closed off from the press and the public two of the best fighters in Spain will battle for a contract in the Women’s Extreme Championship. And please welcome those two ladies, first, Monica The Magnificent…”
Monica comes out to a nice amount of applause.
“Next, her opponent, a heated rival, please welcome The sultry Ivanna…”
Ivanna come out, as well to a fair amount of applause.
Both women immediately come face to face and have to be separated, but not before Monica lands one good punch to Ivanna’s face, making her back up a couple of steps.
Once order is restored, I once again take the podium to begin the press conference.
“Ok, first question…anyone?” I say, looking over the pool of media in attendance.
“Yes, Monica, first question is for you, Steve said Ivanna was your ‘heated rival’, care to elaborate on that?”
“Yes, this…puta, for lack of a better word, stole my boyfriend, and I’ve wanted to…how would Americans say it? To…to…fuck her up ever since.”
Ivanna just laughs at these words by Monica.
“Those are some pretty harsh words, care to comment, Ivanna?”
“Monica, did you ever think that maybe if you pleased your man, he wouldn’t have come to me for the attention you denied him?” Ivanna says, getting a great reaction from the reporters, and once again Monica and Ivanna come face to face and have to be separated.
Once order is once again restored, the press conference continues.
“Ok, ladies, can we maintain a level of decorum for the remainder of this press conference, please?” The one reporter said.
Both ladies agree, and the press conference continues.
“I don’t want to talk anymore, time to fight!” Monica says, walking out of the press conference.
“Ok, press conference is over, time to get ready for the fight. And ladies, it’ll be a street fight.” I say, bringing both ladies up for one final photo opportunity.
After that, both ladies go back to their dressing rooms to prepare for possibly the biggest fight of their lives.
After all the camera crews and all the members of the media have gone, a make shift ring had been erected, and Monica The Magnificent comes out first, wearing a black tank top and black jeans, and her fists are taped up.
Next, out comes Ivanna, wearing a pink baby doll top and light blue jeans and her fists are also taped up.
The referee is having a hard time keeping these two separated.
“LADIES! EXCUSE ME...LADIES!” I yell from the podium.
Finally they stop and look in my direction.
“This is a street fight, what I didn’t tell the media is, it’s not necessarily the winner that gets the guaranteed contract, impress me enough and you both could wind up with contracts, with that being said, the match ends by either knockout or, when I’ve seen enough. Now, I know you two dislike each other, but, I must ask that you shake hands before the match begins.
Reluctantly both women shake hands.
“Puta...” Says Monica.
“Cono...” Says Ivanna.
And just as quickly, Monica punches Ivanna hard in the face, knocking her to the mat, and quickly Monica is on top raining down punch after punch, opening a cut under Ivanna’s left eye.
Somehow, Ivanna is able to power Monica off of her, but Monica kicks her hard in the stomach as Ivanna tries to get back to her feet.
Ivanna just crumbles to the mat, clutching her stomach and crying.
Monica grabs Ivanna by the hair, she’s barely conscious, blood coming from her nose, mouth and from under her left eye.
Keeping a firm grip on Ivanna’s hair, Monica stand her in the corner and just begins punching her over and over again in the face, opening a cut under her right eye as well.
Ivanna is no longer conscious.
“ENOUGH! I'VE SEEN ENOUGH!” I yell, coming down from the podium.
Reluctantly Monica releases Ivanna and she just crumbles in a heap in the corner.
Monica spits on her as she walks away.
“Congratulations, Monica, you get a contract in the WEC, and when Ivanna wakes up, tell her she gets a contract as well.” I say, shaking hands with Monica.