Chapter 44: Priscilla
I love my phone. All my favorite people live inside it. – Priscilla
Taz and her entourage flew halfway across the country on Thursday. This would be the first time that she was not the opening fight. She was not the main event yet. But she was still quickly moving up the ranks.
As usual, Priscilla took pictures and posted them to social media. All week she had been posting pictures hinting that something big was coming. A close up of a pink rose. A fork
on a plate with cake crumbs. A motorcycle tire. Rainbow lace.
Every day, there was a new picture. Every day, people were guessing what was going to
happen. So far, no one had guessed that Taz would be getting married.
As she saw the other competitors, Priscilla told them that they were invited to the
wedding. Most stated that they will be unable to attend on such short notice, which was
expected. She then provided a physical address if they would like to send a card. Also on
the preprinted card, was an email that they could send a video message to. It would be
uploaded after the couple saw it at the reception.
Priscilla made it very clear that the wedding was not common knowledge. Yes, it was a bit
of a PR stunt. But it was also something that Taz and Riffraff chose to do for their own
privacy.
It was never mentioned that they were already married.
Just as it was well understood that if anything was made public, the feisty teenager would
cause them more pain than what they experienced in the cage. A teenager well versed in social media was a scary enemy.
Add in her friend and a score to settle, it was not an opponent any of the fighters wanted
to face.
Through out the weigh in and press conference on Friday, everything went as expected.
The press conference table was set up as usual. The current champions flanked by their challenger, sat in the center, from there it alternated between male and female.
“Cora Anne, what is your opinion of this Devil?” the dark–skinned reporter from ESPN
asked.
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The brown eyed woman with a shaved head leaned forward and looked down at Taz. “I’m
hoping that she wins. I would like to face her in the octagon.”
Taz nodded at her with a little smile.
“Taz, would you accept that challenge?”
Taz looked back at the reporter and gave her the cold glare that had her opponents and
the brothers cringing and running for cover. The woman suppressed a tremor and
swallowed hard.
“In a heartbeat.”
Cora Anne grinned at her. “It’s a date.”
About ten minutes later, one of the event reps walked over and ended the press
conference. They posed for pictures and then they all filed out of the room and into the
hallway.
“Taz.” Cora Anne called at her and she turned. “I’ll see you in the octagon soon enough.
Keep it up.”
“Thanks.” Taz said quietly, a little shocked.
Riffraff pulled her close and kissed her temple. “I keep telling you, you’re awesome. The
rest of the world is seeing it now, too.”
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