The Soldiers rounded them out of the van taking off their masks. Another soldier gave each of them their luggage where they were escorted by another armed soldier to stand in a single file line in front of the others.
The female fighters were given a number and went to the corresponding tent where that number was displayed.
As they were assigned to their new living quarters they heard a faint buzzing sound heard in the air from a distance that grew near in the form of a military helicopter
It landed at the far end of the tent camp upon which soldiers laid out a red carpet where a well-dressed man with a black suit and jet black hair
escorted by Jodie Marsh
The suited man stands in front of a microphone for an announcement
"Good evening ladies. I hope your trip over here was pleasant. Sorry for the detour but we have more important matters here to discuss"
"What about our deal" shouts a woman in the crowd.
The suited man held up a manila folder and fumbled through some papers and held them for all to see.
"Well to put it BLUNTLY. You all went fishing looking for something bigger than yourself and got caught by a much BIGGER shark".
"What about our web history" yells a black woman .
"Covered" replies. He takes a pause and continues talking "You see I got your bank accounts, addresses, street houses, and names of every relative, sister, brother, and every man, women, and child that you hold sacred in your family as collateral".
"Collateral for what" shouts a blond woman and the rest of the fighters began to yells in protest.
"Collateral that you will provide us and our private viewing audience some of the most hardcore, high octaned, entertainment that meets and DEFEATS any standard CATFIGHTING OR WRESTLING staged company in your humble United States of America".
The rest of the fighters begin to ban together and shove through the crowd as the soldiers dress in SWAT Attire armed with clubs begins pushing them back.
The suited man holds up his hand "FOR NOW I'd stop worrying about forming tribes, unions, and alliances. Because COME TOMORROW morning they will mean shit. HERE (points to the ground) we breed WARRIORS (shakes his head)...not friendships. IF YOU WANT FRIENDSHIPS..FLY YOUR WORTHY FREE MLT". (LAUGHS). I"LL SEE YOU LADIES tomorrow. SLEEP TIGHT!
The suited crime lord laughs wrapping her arms around Jodie Marsh as they are escorted back into the chopper as it flies back into the dark eerrie sky.
