Then she gets really sheepish at the mention of IFL. "Oh god, the IFL? If you look at those you won't think I'm Ronda Rousey. More like the Coyote from those cartoons. Always flailing and failing. I don't hold a candle to Rowdy Ronda Rousey. I had three matches last season and scored three points. Embarrassing to say the least. I'm horrid in that league." She gives a soft laugh, you know the kind, to cover your failures. "But it was more about the team, anyway, really. They are great teammates." She nods.

Slooow blink at first then a laugh at her mannerisms. "You're certainly modest. Always a good quality, especially in a fighter. Won't get cocky." He offers with a nod.

"This past IFL season was rough for a lot of different fighters. Just look at the Power House party. Did you watch the footage from that?" He asks her with a grin.

"There's a saying I read in a book once, called 'Otherland' or something similar. It's been a long time. But in it, the one villain always said 'Confident, Cocky, Lazy, Dead.' So I kinda live by that mantra. Each one leads to the other, so it's pretty good to know that and pay attention to it, cause in the end, you lose. I don't want to be known as being dead, lazy is lazy, and being cocky just gives you trouble with others, so keep it around confident but don't go much further than that." She grins and bounces a little bit.

"The Power House Party? No, I can't say I did watch it. I was kinda.. in a bad spot mentally and emotionally around then because of how I let the team down and how poor my performance was that season. A couple extra points scored by me would have literally changed the course of the season for us. Oh and if you were to talk to any of my teammates, they'd tell you 'It doesn't matter, we win and lose as a team.' Which is true and something I had always said at the beginning. But you know, you just can't shake those doubts that if you did better, things would have been better, so it's kinda your fault. Live and learn I guess, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a talker! My boyfriend usually tells me to shut up so he can give me a kiss or feed me or something." She laughs out loud that time, having realized she rambled on and on.

Her rambling gets some laughter from the crowd. "I can see you like your men forceful. This boyfriend of your's a Jedi then? That sounds like he works some major mind tricks." Nods to all of that with a laugh. "Good to see you've bounced back at least."

"Oh, no. He moved out of his mothers basement years ago." She laughs. "No, he's just a self assured man. And to be honest.. being a good kisser is incentive to stop talking." She laughs again, and blushes a little. She doesn't often talk about her relationship in public. "Yes, bouncing back is good. You just gotta get back up there and don't let some failures ruin you for more success."

"Speaking of getting back on the horse, what do you make of the field of entrants for Madness this year?" Race taps his cards on the table.

"Hunh." She bites her lower lip and kinda looks off thoughtfully into the crowd. "There's a couple good ones in there, but a lot of fighters I've never seen nor heard of before. I think the top heavy talent are going to be going far, and there's not gonna be too many upsets this year." She looks over at him curiously. "Isn't it something like only the top four seeds in all the divisions are above warlord or something? I dunno, I haven't checked it. I gotta say though, I feel sorry for some of these guys who haven't stepped into the ring before, or in ages." There's a long pause as she stares at him, thinking and remembering where he said last week that he was in it. "Oh. Sorry."

He shakes his head. "It's quite all right. Just because I don't duel, doesn't mean I sit around on a lounger in my free time." He even winks. "I might surprise you. I'm supposed to fight Charlie Nine according to the last round of letters. Should be interesting."

"Oh. Umm. Don't take this the wrong way, but I hope Charlie wins." She grins. "He was my teammate and I still stick by them. Fighting, aja aja!" She looks for a camera and thrusts her hand forward with a V symbol. "Go Charlie! D for V!" Then grins at Race. "No offense."

Mixed laughter as Race rolls his eyes and clutches his heart. "Oh, she wounds me!" Then he's right back at it. "Nothing wrong with rooting for a friend and team mate. I'll just expect a beer when I win." Broad smile as he sits up higher, tapping his cards on the desk. "He's so going to kick my ass like a highschool freshman."

"If you're buying the beer, then I'll have one, too!" She laughs. "Charlie's great, though sometimes moody. If Jenny is there with him, you're probably in trouble. She makes him feel good, and Charlie feeling good is usually bad for the people he fights." She laughs. "Maybe he'll Ronda Rousey you!" Laughing more.
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"As long as she's making him feel good on a video I can buy, I'm fine with her doing that. Though I thought you guys went for a family friendly image?" Teases her a bit.

The smile fades juuuuust a little and a pause. "Umm.. that was kinda skeevy. You can ask Jenny about the videos, though. She.. well... yes we do kinda go for family friendly. Cute pajamas and the Jade Dragon Chinese Buffet! Drinks cost extra!" Then she's back laughing. "But really, it's not all family friendly, though. I mean, would you want your 5 year old daughter watching someone get a five knuckle shuffle in the nose?" She chuckles. "Well, maybe you would. I hear funny things about Rhy'Din."

"I'm not from Rhydin, I was forcefully relocated." He nods."Pesky interdimensional stuff. I'm just poking fun anyway. This is Rhydin, the girl scouts are undead ninja assassins and the Salvation Army slays vampires and demons. Kind of makes it hard to take too much seriously."

"I'm from Colorado Springs, so yeah, I get that." She nods slowly. "There's an adjustment period, but I'm with you on the girl scouts. They're worse cause I don't buy cookies from them." A quick, nervous laugh as she looks around. Probably for undead ninjas parents.

A black hooded head starts to rise up from behind her chair, the figure's face is covered. It slowly creeps closer to Kimone

Race pretends not to notice as he continues. "Colorado Springs? I'm from SoCal. Which are nowhere near each other. Only thing I still can't get used to is the dragons. Used to images of villages being raided, virgin sacrifices. Come here? They're friggin house pets."


"Or your friends!" She laughs, not yet noticing the hooded person. "There were some dragons who just fight in the ring. And then you got the 'humanoid' types of guys who are going around saying" Deepens her voice. " 'hey baby, once you go furry, you'll never be in a hurry!' and other weird, creepy things like th.. OH MY GOD!" She noticed the hood and instinctively swung her backhand around to hit.

The masked figure screams in a high, nasal, pitch and ducks the swing while jumping back revealing a green and brown girl scout uniform. Sash and all, she throws a smoke-bomb and vanishes!

"Ninja Vanish!" Race finishes for the figure and waves a hand in front of his face. "See what happens? Start talking about ninja girl scouts and one shows up in the room."

Her hand covers her chest as she catches her breath. "That startled me! You'd think you'd be used to things like that here, but no way, they can still get you." She yells out at the crowd. "NO, I DON'T WANT YOUR THIN MINTS! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She look at Race. "I'm an Oreo's person."

"Oreos are good. I like dunk them and hold them under until the bubbles stop coming up." He nods sagely in a serious way.

"I'm more of a.. twist and lick kind of girl, myself." She laughs now, more relaxed after the ninja incident. "Might want to get your security checked."

"It's a friggin ninja, thing probably came in through a ventilation shaft like Batman. Or we'll find a body in a dumpster. The security guys get paid pretty well with benefits and act of gods insurance." He nods to that while shaking his head as the crowd laughs. "Now I want oreos...." the man actually pouts. "Dammit."

"Ninjas are unpredictable. But speaking realistically, your average duct wouldn't be able to hold the body weight of a ninja. They'd collapse in the center and then you'd have problems with your heating and air conditioning." She gives a soft laugh, and then grins at him. "You're a famous guy. Don't you have a gopher at your every whim?"


"I hate gophers. They tear up your lawn..." regards her straight faced. A long pause follows as he looks at her. "Used to work at a golf course, gopher was always tearing up the putting green. Had to use dynamite..."

Breaks into a broad grin then, "Just teasing. No, I don't have a gopher, I prefer to do a lot of things myself. That way I make sure it's the way I want it."

She stares back at him with that dry kind of smile that says 'Uh huh' and just kinda nods. Pausing a moment. Then says. "But if you killed all the golfers, they'd lock you up and throw away the key." Grins. "I love that movie."

She tilts her head. "How could someone else mess up an Oreo? It's just an Oreo, and a glass of milk. Unless they got you like... breast milk or coconut milk... I don't think those would go good with Oreos."

"Or they get me one of those blond oreos. Or worse, the mint ones." Makes a face at that. "I like my oreos straight up, and double stuffed."

A sound byte goes off overhead. George Takei's Ohh Myyyy.

She looks up at the sound byte and giggles. "Umm, I like mine just regular I guess. Well, since they don't make any spicy ones anyway."

"Bob!" he points at one of the sound guys off to the side of the audience. "How many times do I have to tell you..." Race looks super serious. "....that's my line!" Huge grin amid audience laughter.

"We'll be back after this message from our sponsors!"

"Hey, maybe we'll face off? Assuming Charlie Nine doesn't curb stomp me into a feeding tube." Said with a rueful grin. "Isn't it the goal of the tournament? To draw in new faces and get them started?"

"Well, you'd have to make it to the finals.. and umm, of the two of us, I'm the only one who's won the Madness." Grins widely. "I think the overall goal of Madness isn't just to draw new faces, but just have an all in, drag out tournament with as many people and see how long you can last, that brings in the new and interests the old. It certainly is an interesting experience for the newer ones, though. Gives them the taste of greatness. They just gotta find it interesting enough to keep trying, improve, and maybe come for one of these." He grins and holds up his hand, using his thumb to wiggle his Baron's ring.

"The Arena is sort of the gateway sport of the three combat venues. Most fighters start there and then experiment with Fists or go to the Isle. Would you say that's still true?"

"It used to be. I think it's more evenly split among all three now. Each venue has its own advantages. And if someone likes one more than the other, their friends are going to be drawn to that sport first. Then they might branch out. It used to be Swords was the go to sport because come on, who doesn't like to swing a sword and have the wards heal you right up once you're cut? But I think it's distributed better these days. Swords is still my favorite, and come on, we've had the best events and nobody else has a tournament like the Madness. So come on people, try it out!" That last line to the crowd with a wide grin.

There's an eruption of applause, Race included. "Who can argue that?"

"Who can argue with me?" Grins

He points at the audience. "Don't answer that!"

Getting some more applause. "G, the stage manager's giving me dirty looks we're out of time. Great having you, definitely want you to come by again."

He laughs and nods. "Hey alright then. You can call me anytime you want. I'm all about free publicity, you know!"

"I just won't call you late for dinner." He throws in, reaching out to shake G's hand, rising from his seat.

Rises and shakes his hand in return. "Never late for that." Grins.

"That's our show everybody, good night!" The exit theme starts to play while Race continues addressing G