New Stable: Introducing Left Turn Knockouts
Nov 19, 2020 10:14:05 GMT -6
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Post by leftturnknockouts on Nov 19, 2020 10:14:05 GMT -6
Albuquerque, New Mexico
The eyes of the boxing world had descended upon this one conference room at the Hotel Andaluz. Flashbulbs erupted when a door opened, and a figure stepped up to the podium. He was a tall, stocky man in his mid forties. He was bald, but judging by his fair skin and thick, red beard, the hair he had once possessed had been similarly auburn hued. Green eyes resided behind a pair of well crafted, wire framed glasses.
Arriving at the podium, he greeted the gathered reporters. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. For those of you who don’t know, which is probably just about all of you, my name is Dennis Duke. I have been a longtime fan and follower of events in the FCBA, and today, I feel the time has come for me to use the resources I have to field a stable for entry into that prestigious organization. And so, we are here today to announce the formation of Left Turn Knockouts.”
He allowed himself a moment before continuing.
“Now, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life, it’s that no one gets where they are by themselves. They need a good team around them, and that is what I hope to provide for the talent that we lock up. And the most successful teams are a mixture of two types of people. The first are experienced hands, people who have been there and done that, and know how to bring others along with them. And we HAVE been in talks with some established names. Names that you would know. And when we have something to announce there, we definitely will.
“But then there’s the second group, and they are arguably even more important. And that’s fresh blood. Every organization needs it, and the FCBA is no exception. People who are young. People who are still hungry. People who, perhaps because they DON’T have the experience or because they HAVEN’T settled into established routines, still have… let’s call it the imagination, to see new and perhaps even better ways of doing things.
“And it is in the spirit of that fresh blood to announce the first two signings to Left Turn Knockouts. You might not know much about these ladies yet, but I have a sneaky suspicion that that is about to change. First up, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Ms. Isabella Gomez.”
The door behind the stage opened again, allowing a bubbly young Latina beauty to bound into the room. Five feet three and clearly a flyweight, with long, flowing dark hair and rich, brown eyes, she made a beeline not to the podium, but rather to Dennis. Throwing her arms around his neck, she stretched up onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek, and then stepped up to the microphone. She met the sea of reporters and cameras with a beaming, toothy smile, a bundle of energy as she shifted behind the podium.
“Gosh,” she said, almost breathless in her excitement. “Don’t worry, I don’t intend to say much. But I do want to say that it is a dream come true to be here. Getting to FCBA has been an ambition for quite some time, and I am VERY grateful to Mr. Duke for the opportunity. I want to thank him. I want to thank all of you for being here today. I want to thank everybody at home watching this. I hope I’ll have you all behind me, cheering me on. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to trading leather with some of the best in the world. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to stepping in that ring. Honestly, I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to getting knocked down! Cause I’m also looking forward to picking myself up, and knocking them down. And out! So again, thank you all. I’m not gonna let any of you down. Or myself. Thank you.”
Isabella stepped back, gave Dennis another hug, then took a seat as he stepped back to the mic.
“And now, I give you our second signing. Ladies and gentlemen… Ms. Caylee Cowan.”
Once again, the door opened. And into view strode a stunningly curvaceous blonde stanning five second, each movement measured and controlled. Like Isabella, she also sported a smile as she stepped to the podium. But where her stablemate’s had been warm and friendly, this one was icy.
Predatory.
Caylee turned away from the mic, instead looking at Gomez. She raised her hands, giving her fellow Left Turn Knockout a round of applause, but it was hard to miss the condescending undertone to the gesture. “How about that Isabella?” she asked, once she turned back to address the media. “She’s adorable, isn’t she? Just so happy to be here….”
That icy smile promptly evaporated.
“Well… as you can see, I am NOT ‘adorable.’ I am hotness personified. And I am NOT just happy to be here. I’m not going to be happy until I have left a pile of broken bitches in that ring. I am not going to be happy until I am universally recognized as the emerging terror of this sport. Frankly, I am not going to be happy until I’m looking down into Kosarin’s fluttering eyelashes…”
Cowan cupped her impressive JMD weaponry.
“… while she’s drowning between these gurls.”
Even among seasoned reporters, there was a gasp at the moxie of this upstart, calling out one of the fastest rising stars of the past year or so, before she herself had even laced up a glove.
“And I intend to leave every poor, unfortunate sl*t who finds herself in the ring with me a drooling, shuddering mass of human wreckage…”
And suddenly, that malevolent smile returned to the blonde’s lips.
“… until that day that I find happiness.”
Without another word, and with barely any acknowledgment of Dennis Duke, Cowan stepped away and took her seat.
“Thank you, Caylee,” Dennis noted, “and thank you all for coming today.”
The eyes of the boxing world had descended upon this one conference room at the Hotel Andaluz. Flashbulbs erupted when a door opened, and a figure stepped up to the podium. He was a tall, stocky man in his mid forties. He was bald, but judging by his fair skin and thick, red beard, the hair he had once possessed had been similarly auburn hued. Green eyes resided behind a pair of well crafted, wire framed glasses.
Arriving at the podium, he greeted the gathered reporters. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. For those of you who don’t know, which is probably just about all of you, my name is Dennis Duke. I have been a longtime fan and follower of events in the FCBA, and today, I feel the time has come for me to use the resources I have to field a stable for entry into that prestigious organization. And so, we are here today to announce the formation of Left Turn Knockouts.”
He allowed himself a moment before continuing.
“Now, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life, it’s that no one gets where they are by themselves. They need a good team around them, and that is what I hope to provide for the talent that we lock up. And the most successful teams are a mixture of two types of people. The first are experienced hands, people who have been there and done that, and know how to bring others along with them. And we HAVE been in talks with some established names. Names that you would know. And when we have something to announce there, we definitely will.
“But then there’s the second group, and they are arguably even more important. And that’s fresh blood. Every organization needs it, and the FCBA is no exception. People who are young. People who are still hungry. People who, perhaps because they DON’T have the experience or because they HAVEN’T settled into established routines, still have… let’s call it the imagination, to see new and perhaps even better ways of doing things.
“And it is in the spirit of that fresh blood to announce the first two signings to Left Turn Knockouts. You might not know much about these ladies yet, but I have a sneaky suspicion that that is about to change. First up, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Ms. Isabella Gomez.”
The door behind the stage opened again, allowing a bubbly young Latina beauty to bound into the room. Five feet three and clearly a flyweight, with long, flowing dark hair and rich, brown eyes, she made a beeline not to the podium, but rather to Dennis. Throwing her arms around his neck, she stretched up onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek, and then stepped up to the microphone. She met the sea of reporters and cameras with a beaming, toothy smile, a bundle of energy as she shifted behind the podium.
“Gosh,” she said, almost breathless in her excitement. “Don’t worry, I don’t intend to say much. But I do want to say that it is a dream come true to be here. Getting to FCBA has been an ambition for quite some time, and I am VERY grateful to Mr. Duke for the opportunity. I want to thank him. I want to thank all of you for being here today. I want to thank everybody at home watching this. I hope I’ll have you all behind me, cheering me on. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to trading leather with some of the best in the world. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to stepping in that ring. Honestly, I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to getting knocked down! Cause I’m also looking forward to picking myself up, and knocking them down. And out! So again, thank you all. I’m not gonna let any of you down. Or myself. Thank you.”
Isabella stepped back, gave Dennis another hug, then took a seat as he stepped back to the mic.
“And now, I give you our second signing. Ladies and gentlemen… Ms. Caylee Cowan.”
Once again, the door opened. And into view strode a stunningly curvaceous blonde stanning five second, each movement measured and controlled. Like Isabella, she also sported a smile as she stepped to the podium. But where her stablemate’s had been warm and friendly, this one was icy.
Predatory.
Caylee turned away from the mic, instead looking at Gomez. She raised her hands, giving her fellow Left Turn Knockout a round of applause, but it was hard to miss the condescending undertone to the gesture. “How about that Isabella?” she asked, once she turned back to address the media. “She’s adorable, isn’t she? Just so happy to be here….”
That icy smile promptly evaporated.
“Well… as you can see, I am NOT ‘adorable.’ I am hotness personified. And I am NOT just happy to be here. I’m not going to be happy until I have left a pile of broken bitches in that ring. I am not going to be happy until I am universally recognized as the emerging terror of this sport. Frankly, I am not going to be happy until I’m looking down into Kosarin’s fluttering eyelashes…”
Cowan cupped her impressive JMD weaponry.
“… while she’s drowning between these gurls.”
Even among seasoned reporters, there was a gasp at the moxie of this upstart, calling out one of the fastest rising stars of the past year or so, before she herself had even laced up a glove.
“And I intend to leave every poor, unfortunate sl*t who finds herself in the ring with me a drooling, shuddering mass of human wreckage…”
And suddenly, that malevolent smile returned to the blonde’s lips.
“… until that day that I find happiness.”
Without another word, and with barely any acknowledgment of Dennis Duke, Cowan stepped away and took her seat.
“Thank you, Caylee,” Dennis noted, “and thank you all for coming today.”
