Montreal , Quebec

The day finally came. All the sleepless nights of the past week are to hopefully come to an end. Finally I'd be recognized as a pro-fighter after two years in the small independent federation   UFC , not the Ultimate Fighting Championship but an ' Underground Fighting Cage' based on Montreal. A significant  word to illigal underground fighting for amateur fighters.

1 P.M as my watch points, that is close to my meeting's time.  Considering the meeting will be in another state that is far from Montreal with a  distance of just two hours driving.

I've just come from the dojo after finished teaching Karate class. It was not the usual Thursday sparring test though. Some of the students were unhappy about it, but with a tournament on next Saturday I thought reaction drills would avoid shaking anyone's confidence.

As you see, our Hanshi- the headmaster of the dojo left the heavy sparring classes to me since I am younger with a background the smart students would not dare or want to test, unlike the dumb ones who take their lumps and liked them. 

I started instructing in the school for a year now when I finally got my Sho Dan. It was a long, rough but beautiful  journey lasted over ten years to reach that lovely black belt -that if you consider that I am taking classes in various martial arts -  Some black belt men were not happy about my employment since the majority of the higher belts were male. My qualifications are unimpeachable though, I had trained consistently since I was four years old in various martial arts. So I absolutely deserve my position .

I've styled my hair after taking a quick shower, and got me a nice outfit for such meeting , not too formal neither too casual.
A red burgundy turtle neck pullover and slightly  ripped skinny blue stone denim. I throw my biker jacket on while checking my black timberland's reflection on the mirror near the entrance. Ian is still at his work and Debby is home, she doesn't have work that evening . She wanted to come with me , but I protested . I am not a child anymore . Something she can't or she won't like to understand. It's parents thing I guess, no matter how old you are they're still seeing you as a helpless child.

I forgot to mention how a typical canadian spring day in Montreal is!

A freezing cold and snowy. Oh yeah ! At the edge of every sidewalk  are knee-deep puddles of sludge that even the most expensive boots couldn't save you from. No matter which sidewalk you stand on or how well you hide, a stupid motorist would find you and skim the curb, splashing the wet, icy mess across your legs. Only in Montreal !

There are three seasons ; autumn,  winter and construction! 

Only in Montreal!

But seriously nothing worse could be than that if I could tell, only if my car engine likes to be a dick and wouldn't start even after three tries . I should have taken it as a sign but I don't  think too much about it , I am in hurry. The day that I've dream about it since I watched 'Enter the Dragon' ;  is now in just few miles away from reaching it. Debby's car is unfortunately  off too, so I have to take a cab to the UFC headquarters. The one and only main section affiliated with UFC. It was a free independent organisation before UFC bought it like they did with most of those federations.

It is my big day, Vincent, my manager wants to go with me but he has suddenly a serious familial commitment. I assured him it is not obligated to him to come, I am going to meet with the CEO only to discuss , the signing and all the other stuff will be mainly done in California, the United States if  everything will go good as I hope .

Citizen's newest album bursting my earbuds while watching the cityscapes out the window. Gosh how I adore Mat Kerekes' voice. The album is definitely  among my favorite list of all time.

It's rarely to have favorite , by the way.

I step out of the cab paying the driver before turning and taking a long look at the amazing building where so many minds have made and changed the  martial arts industry over the years. I make my way into the building and after a brief hassle from security I get onto the elevator to the top floor.

The elevator opens and I step out . I walk down the hallway passing a number of former and current fighters and martial artists personalities. I make my way to a large set of doors marked "Cameron Harpic - CEO" engraved on a gold plaque. I stop at the desk outside to the left  side of the door where a young woman sits.

' Can I help you? '

She asks  looking up with the usual smile secretaries always seem to have on their faces.

' Maria Selfridge  , I have an appointment.'

She looks at the computer before her, taking much time to reply even if it is only few seconds, all what I think that the screen is probably blank , maybe chatting with some douchebag or she is simply  playing solitaire, and she pretends searching for my name, you know , just for appearances.

' Yes, Mr Harpic  is expecting you..You can go on in. '

' Gosh! You just wasted large amount of  time of my life!! '

Puffing, I walk passed her not tiring myself for thanking the bloody idiot blonde , she took too much of my time looking at her stupid computer , so mouthing 'thank you' is not a part of my vocabulary beside, it  would've absolutely taken another few seconds of my precious time. Not anyone is worthy my time , that's it.

I step towards the door thinking, "Mr Harpic ? Wonder what she meant by that.."  I mean I am about to meet with a 'Mrs' and not 'Mr'. I expect to meet up with Cameron , one of the strongest women in the industry and not her husband. Thinking a bit about it , I remember that her husband passed away in like four years ago. And I have no idea if she remarried again. Not that I care about people relationships anyway.

I open the door and peek in as I see what is definitely NOT Cameron Harpic's possible husband but what is her dark blonde  haired, arrogant son goes by name Thomas, one of the two heirs to the throne of the UFC  Empire in Canada.

' Come in Maria. '

Thomas says as he stands in front of his mother's desk. I walk in

' Have a seat. '

He follows as he walks around to the other side of the desk and sits in his mother's chair. He looks very comfortable in it.  I take a seat in the chair directly across from him , after  he told me to close and lock the  door, saying he does not want us to be disturbed. I found  that was unusual, but I don't want to give a further thought , after all , I fear nothing . I might look like a girl but I could put on a nice fight,  breaking bones is my profession, and it happens I am the  best in it.

' My mother couldn't be here today. She had other business to attend to ... More like, she's testing me out to see how I handle a contract negotiation. '

Thomas says with a grin crosses his lips.

' Well, Now let's see. I've watched over your tapes and must say I was quite impressed. You have great talent in just about every aspect of the business. Your octagon work is second to none, you have great posture and charisma. You know how to work the crowd.. '

I stare at Thomas with various thoughts running through my mind as he lists my good qualities . But despite all the ego boosting, he is throwing at me the main thought in my mind. What does he want from me ! I didn't try to stop him, but having people babbling over my qualities without going straight to the main point is tiring . I look at my watch . Hell ! It seems I was inside the room for over two hours while it hasn't passed five minutes yet

' I have a contract all set up and ready... but there is one thing I've heard I must ask.. '

Thomas says as he stretches his legs on the desk, crossing  them right in my face! How he dare!

' Ask away.. '

I demand clinching my jaws as I stare back at his legs, trying to hide my dissatisfaction. Debby has always advised me to keep my nerves under control  , she would be proud of me reminiscing what just happened , that I managed to control  myself at this point,  or else  he wouldn't be able to use his legs anymore.

In this room, there is obviously only one in charge , and definitely it is not him .

' I've heard something... A locker room rumor if you will , about you being, well...How can I put this, quite a ' hooker ' '

I keep my mouth closed and quite, eyeing him intensively, but very calm.  In the locker room of the UFC as he said, I'm being called countless names as an insult which never irritated me, knowing that there's a reason why people are in my back , simply because I'm the top one- and since no one of them dare to stand against  me, it is their pathetic way to whine their incapability of facing me. In fact, it's sort of impressive how creative they can be when it comes to giving names.  But this moron misunderstands the whole thing, the skinny trick  is trying to get into my pants , as he finds one of those nicknames as some way to make his move on me.

I wish I brought Vincent with me , not fearing of  Thomas , no! I can manage those kind of jerks in matter of seconds , but it is because the big deal . I have waited so long to finally be  a part of this federation  and I don't want anything to ruin it, but since he is trying to get in me now, I have to put him in his right place , to show him who is the master in this room.

Sorry Debby I tried to keep calm but such kind of people just can't let you be in your own.

He hops his legs off the desk and steps up from his seat , walking around the desk and there; he stands over me. He leans down face to face with me. Giving me that famous sort of nasty smile. I feel sorry for him , he shouldn't take such a move. I am also  fascinated with such boldness in him , with all the bad reputation people hear about me , he did great step to reach me.  But  oops! He  would be destroyed. Not every woman is a toy between men's hands , not every woman is a whore to satisfy their cocks need

' Well .. I  was thinking . I want to see if those rumors are true '

His hand unzips his pants and slids inside grabbing his semi- rock hard cock , smiling at me , his derrière  rests on his mother's desk

' kneel and suck me ! '

  Now this is really pissing me off. 

He says his four stupid words with ego.  Honestly, in his place I wouldn't said it out loud.  I wonder from where he got such confidence . Being the CEO of the fighting federation wouldn't make him fighter himself , not with such weak body he's got and such paled face, and using the authority of his mother as big name in the industry wouldn't save his ass from me anyway.

Fuck the deal ! Fuck the membership! Fuck everything else! This bastard insults my intelligence, thinking I'm one of the idiots who works at him submitting to his will, but let myself clear, I don't work at anybody .  I have built a name for me of long years of sweating, blooding and crying . I wouldn't let this douchebag to use the company's power to break my ego.

Not sure if he ever  knows  that I am martial artist  brown sash and brown belt in Gung Fu and BJJ respectively, black belts Karate and Taekwondo and purple belt in Aikido!

I am not called the 'Hammer' in vain !

Anyway, the point here is, he must know I'm definitely not someone you fuck with recklessly. Of course, I won't waste my expert and dangerous moves on him , it would probably do permanent damage , but if he messes with me anymore, he is going to regret it  . That's to be told .

I step up , which gives  him a temporary satisfied smile , but he cannot read my poker face . In a moment it seems  I see some sort of  terror in his eyes , possibly he is not  so sure of what he is asking for, but he doesn't want to show it . I circle around the desk and plop down into the chair , crossing my legs on the desk just as he did few minutes ago . My Timberland's are directly opposite to  his groin , blocking my view to his 'glorious' prick . For my defense , I want to leave and cancel the whole thing, but after he pulls out his crooked tool; I am not going to forgive him . Not anyone is worthy my forgiveness . That will be his lesson to not unzip his pants in public, again.

' So , let me get this straight . You  think I'm some kind of a prostitute   that  if I didn't give you what you want then the deal will call off '

' I wouldn't sat it that way , but you quite summarize the main point '

He replies, smiling wickedly 

' Oh ! And you think I would ever give a bence of damned to  someone who has a body like a dry stick as yours? '

I snore

' I'm impressed!'

I add sarcastically , lifting my arms up dramatically 

He looks at me taken by surprise , he is that kind of man that gets used of women drooling over him. But  boy, I'm not any woman. I don't  give him much time to think of , when I follow my glorious speech quoting my favourite line from Al Pacino' scarface

' Oh boy you're  such a major ass trick! But well, I have another suggestion that  could get your interest ,  mmm... what about to stuck the hell up your fag ass and see if it fits you there '

I speak out standing from the chair , walking around to the other side of the desk where he is standing up . I am not thinking at the moment , all what I want is teaching him a lesson in manners . Let this stands as a warning to every man attempting to reach me in a crooked way

I reach my hand out , grabbing him from his pants , right in the center where I feel I am holding the base of his prick , looking dead in his eyes . 

The eyes, chico! Are a very dangerous thing! 

Charming how with hands this soft and elegance nobody would ever guess how mean and rough my grab could be, well, until they test my patience with them. To my defense, I am not grabbing hard , but it  certainly is for him , that he is  screaming in silence. Luck  apparently is not in his side this time , maybe  he doesn't see it coming, after all; everyone else outside this room knows him as a ladies man.  I even can put on a bet that almost everyone in this building is waiting to see him being kicked in the ass.

I let him go after I gave him a taste of how  hell could be feel like with me if he tries to disrespect me again. I believe, that was a hard lesson to digest but,  it would be like a ring piercing his ear , he would never get it out his mind till his last moment in this life.

' You bitch! I will destroy you! Remember my words '

' You will be lucky enough  if you work the streets, you fucking whore! '

he curses, his face flashes from paled to red scarlet  to multi color like a chameleon , bending on his desk, pressing  his knees together holding himself. He looks  he is in huge pain. Talking honestly, I made sure he wouldn't use his penis in like couple of weeks

When I reach the door, I turn back facing him , grinning at him

'That was nothing , but if you try again to disrespect me, I will make sure to maim your paled face ; that if I didn't let you living with  pee-bag for the rest of your life'

I say in very low, calm tune and a resting face

' .. and by the way , you failed in your test of how you can handle a contract negotiation , your place tho' in the corner.  Need a pimp?'

I wink before I unlock the door and walk out slamming it behind. Yes, I am fully aware  I have just lost that golden opportunity to be in this business , but hey , I'm not a doll between some prick hands . That in fact gives  me more reasons to stand up and fight for equality . The bosses and almost every man thinks we -working women- are just wasting our time working and doing sports -in my case , for them we are just symbols of sex, produce children, that we are just tits and vagina , but not anymore . I want to fight the  male counterparts  in this sport instead of competing women . We  are calling for equality for almost everything , and sharing the cage with another man is a dream to me , nothing could stop me to achieve that , but I know I have to work hard .

That's the thing I'd do , fight them if I can't join them.