Devil’s Saints: Taz
Chapter 29: Press Conference
Win or lose, I’m still proud to be your coach. – Kevin
After the three five–minute rounds, it came down to the judges. She lost by two points.
Taz was in the shower in the locker room with all the showerheads on. When Riffraff came around the corner, he found her sitting on the floor, beneath the spray, hugging her knees to herself. He made a small gesture and the other men nodded and made their way out of the room. Riffraff stripped out of his clothes and went to join her.
No words were spoken between them as he sat down and pulled her close to him. He held her for several minutes, allowing her time to cry and grieve for what she had worked so
hard for.
“I’m proud of you.” Riffraff eventually whispered. Taz leaned her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him. Several minutes later, they heard someone clear his
throat.
“Hey, guys,” Knuckles called out, “Taz has a press conference in five minutes.”
“Go dry off and get dressed.” Riffraff said kissing the top of her head. “I’ll get all this.”
Nodding she stood up and walked out of the shower area, holding his hand for as long as possible. As she exited, Knuckles held a towel out to her. She quickly dried off and pulled on her jeans and a t–shirt with her devil on the back. She was pulling on her boots when she saw Riffraff watching her.
“Nothing on underneath?” he asked with a grin.
“Nope.” She grinned back. “I have a skimpy teddy, thigh thighs and heels at the hotel.”
“I do not need to hear that.” Brute said as he walked in with Celt.
“If I wasn’t engaged, I’d ask to see it.” Celt said and ignored the death glare that he got
from Riffraff.
A few minutes later, she walked into the press room and was shocked to see so many people in there. Her opponent was already there and the black–haired woman stood up
and embraced Taz.
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“You dit duum gall for your first fight.” Kristy said.
“I still lost.” Taz murmured.
“No one wins their first, but you were close.”
They satt att tthe table and answered questions. It was surprising to find out how much th presss altently knew about her. Someone asked about one of her social media posts.
“Ummmm… for that, you would have to talk to my, Priscilla,, what did you make your tittle??”
“Saul metiia manager and public relations director.” Priscilla replied. Molly had bough her a mew outfit jjust for this. A black pencil skirt with a charcoall jacket and a fuchsia si sit that matched her heels. Small silver hoops were on her ears, being shown off by th up do that her hair was twisted up into. She wore light makeup and thin black rimmed
aussses.
She looked like a young professional. Not a high school sophomore.
Kristy leaned over to Taz as the press focused om Priscilla. “She’s good. I stalked you. I should steal her away.”
“Her dad won’t let you.” Taz admitted with a little chuckle. At the other girls confused look, she explained, “Priscilla is still im school. Butt she wants to do public relations and crap.”
“Your manager? Is he still in school too?” she asked matting towards Toad.
“Lord, no. He’s the president of the motorcycle club that I grew up in.”
“That explains all the leather in your cheening sution.” The other woman looked over a where a half dozen brothers stood.. “The sexsy ome that keeps staring at you, is he your
man?”
Taz looked towards Riffraff and smiled. His face softened and he smiled back. “Yeah, he iis.”
“You lucky little bitch.” Came the tensing reply thefore the press turned their attention back to the two women.. A few minutes latter, the event organizers moved them out sooth
Chapter 29: Press Conference
the next set of fighters could move in. As they were moving out, one of the male fighters offered Taz his hand.
“You kicked fucking ass out there. I’ll be seeing you on the circuit more.”
“She has a man, Freddie.” Kristy said pushing her way between the two.
“Hope she kicks your ass next time.” Freddie said as he sat down.
“So do I.” Kristy replied pushing Taz out of the room.
“Freddie, did you see the opening fight? And what do you think of this new fighter, the Devil?” a man in the press asked as the two women left.
“Honestly, I think that had there been another minute, we would have a different winner. She did damn good and I’m planning on being at her next fight.”
“But I lost.” Taz murmured in the hall as the door closed behind them.
“He’s right.” Someone said next to her. She looked up to see the current champion standing next to her. Her eyes were drawn to the giant belt resting on her shoulder. The woman smiled at her. “You’ll have your own soon enough. Get with my manager, I would love to visit your post.”
“Really?” Taz asked in shock.
“Yeah. And hang onto your PR girl. Watch out for bitches like me that will try to take her.”
“She’s not for hire.” Molly said as they walked up to where they stood.
“Can I get some pictures?” Priscilla asked pulling her phone out of her dad’s cut pocket.
Before the other two fighter’s representatives could object, they agreed and posed together. The other fighters from the two main fights also arrived and wanted in on the pictures.
“Would any of you be willing to give me an interview for my school paper?” Priscilla asked hopefully.
“What university do you attend?” Freddie asked as he stepped out of the press room.
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“Theodore Roosevelt High School.” Priscilla admitted.
“High school?” the majority of them asked.
“High school.” Molly said putting his arm around her. “She’s underage, so quit undressing my daughter with your eyes.” He was looking directly at Freddie who had the decency to look guilty.
Laughing at the MMA fighter that was now squirming under the glare of a man named Molly, the men’s champion, Matthew, agreed to meet Priscilla in the morning. Several others agreed also and a time was picked to meet in the hotel conference room.
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Claire Gartside
love the touch of sweetness
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