K3yla looks for everybody... ((Open to anyone))

K3yla wanders from one part of the barracks to the next and the next...


She hears and smells cooking in the kitchen and figures this should mean there is someone there; entering she sees Brad "The Commander" Lockwood at the stove with his back to her. She hurries in.

K3yla stands momentarily dumbfounded, as if trying to understand what she has just heard. That is most likely exactly what is happening. Her face slowly shifts from drop-jawed shock to pursed-lipped anger.

"Listen Brad "The Commander" Lockwood. People say a lot of mean things to me. I'm used to it. It's been happening since I was a kid because I say a lot of stupid stuff and I don't know a lot of things that other people do."

She stands up straight, snaps her head left then right and stretches her bent arms behind her then shakes them out.

"But one thing that people don't make jokes about is what I do in the ring. Now you can think whatever you want about how I talk or how bad I spell, but you're gonna stop talking about me quitting right now. I've been doing my homework and I think I can take you. Do you know the first thing about my career?"

She really was obnoxious and it was very difficult to drown her out. It would probably be easier to just drown her he thought to himself.

"I have seen enough." keeping the full extent of what he knew to himself. He began to wonder if pushing her buttons would give him an even bigger advantage.

"I have seen what you can do. It's one of the downsides of being so well known; plenty of footage to see. You'll only see a few of me and what you do fined will be crappy cell phone footage. You tipped your hand by "showing" all of your medals. Made it real easy to find the "important" matches."

Ready to twist the knife some.

"You are good, great even - in some respects. I just don't think you are cut out to win in the ring with me. You'll probably toss a couple of Quentin's Jobbers and get in a few good shots, but In the end - none of it will matter. You just aren't good enough."

"Like I said you can join me at anytime in the gym. I am there every morning and most evenings."

"Well move it off, Kayla!" he exclaims as he grasps her by the arm and pulls her away from the stove top. Lockwood lets go and grabs a wash cloth from the rack. After running it under cool water he hands it to her.

"Hold this on there, you should be fine. Once it stops having a soothing effect run it back under cool water; not cold and no ice. You should be fine."

He picks his plate up off of the counter and sits down at the table. He starts eating his eggs that have already started to loose their heat.

"If you insist on staying - you should really try not to go into the first match with an injury." He scoffs actually cracking a bit of a smile.