Tommy Fratello sits on a plush black lawn chair having his shoulders massaged by an asian and blond masseuse wearing his silk shirt and pants. He sips on his brandy as he watches Sgt. Cross as Diana Jansen launches clays from a clay shooter as they sit on top of a veranda over looking the private golf course and church cemetery. While he watches Sgt Cross fire off a few rounds and hits one or two at a time he interrupts his session, "Whoah, whoah wait". He then walks over as Sgt. Cross gives him the rifle, "you think you can do better". Tommy scoffs , "blindfolded sherlock". Tommy adjusts the rifle, nods to Diana dressed in a black shirt, and black leather jeans as she launches a few clays. He aims and shoots down the three clays. All around him his masseuses and wait staff by his bar near the double glass door clap at him. Tommy then hands the gun to Sgt. Cross , "It' takes accuracy and a keen sense to kill . Stay alert and always relax. That is the secret". He hands the gun back to Sgt. Cross who says, "lucky shot". They walk back to the bar continuing Tommy's moment of glory with Diana walking behind them , "You have just witnessed a great master at work". It takes practice, and years on the street with that killer instinct, nothing comes easy in life Sarge". They sit at the bar and ordered up a couple of Brandy's as the bartender hands them a couple of cuban cigars to smoke.
Sgt. Cross turns to him as Diana begins working on his shoulder, "Hey sharpshooter, with the latest addition of female muscle you got me quite anxious about our chances". Tommy then crosses his legs as he leans up against the bar looking out, "I'm just adding more ingredients to the sauce that's all. These low draws are doing us a favor by offing themselves off. Ain't no one going to do a journal expose on this place is going to find their ass in a sling". Sgt. Cross nods and blows out smoke , "Yeah I am afraid so. Everything is ok and everything. All ties severed?" . Tommy then salutes to him, "Affirmative, in that case you are going to like the latest addition to our tournament. Why she is a former three time bodybuilding champion, owns her own boot camp gym, and is one ferocious MMA style brawler who is quick to the kill". She is going to make your little comrade down below stand at attention". Sgt. Cross gives off a light chuckle. Tommy then puts his brandy glass down and sets down his cigar on the ash tray, "Why we will have a demonstration of her power coming up". Sgt. Cross then leans back on the high chair over looking the desert night sky hearing the hoops and hollers of the coyotes blowing out smoke saying, "She better be as good as your shooting Hot shot". The two masseuses dressed in elegant white silk robes hand him his black dress coat as he puts it on, "She is ". Then a bald butler comes up behind him and says, "We have Meg 72 brought in by night security who wishes to have a formal chat with you". Tommy then nods and acknowledges , "Aww....I'll see her in my house". He then turns to Sgt. Cross and motions him forward as he gets up out of his chair as they are led out , out from the deck terrace and through the glass door".
The white double door gate with its cobblestone brick road opens as a security guard in a caddy with Meg 72 sitting in the other seat with two armed white four by four jeeps driving in the front and behind of them as they are led up to the front entrance of his mini mansion as they parked underneath the enclosed stone covering. She gets out with armed guards who escort her inside the building as they are taken inside around the spiral stair case that houses three beds, and grand suite, with the bottom floor consisting of a kitchen, game room, and a private theater . The guard has her taking the elevator down to his private den and walk across a big plush big couch, a huge screen TV, and walk across to the pool table where him and Sgt. Cross are shooting the shit and talking politics. The guard then gestures for Meg 72 to stand in place as she addresses Tommy who turns to meet her, "Good evening". Tommy then stands in place, and smiles, "and what can we do for you ?". Meg then places her hands on her hips ," this in regards to someone I've come to known who suddenly went from great shape to drug junkie over night". Tommy then hands over his cue to a butler who hangs it up on a stand on a wall as he leans up against the pool table, "I remember her, great athlete, lots of spirit, but tragic way to go. It's a sad state of affairs in this game . Now what is it you want". She then throws both of her hands up puzzled, "I just don't see how someone who doesn't appear to have a drug history or any from when I have spoken with her to suddenly come down with one. " Tommy then holds his hand up, smiles, and offers a reassuring tone of voice, "Are you sure, why I need not worry. I assure you we will look into this matter however we can". Meg 72 rubs her hands around her temple and continues to speak, "People just don't go from healthy to unhealthy not if they have known something or seen something . Anyway, her cause of death seems pretty fucking thin to me". Tommy then slowly walks up to her pointing his finger, "Enough.........how dare you come into my home, aggravate the hand that feeds the winner, with a insolent tone like that. I do not know a thing. Can't you see it, with the beat up bruises, and scares she was probably self-medicating the pain. The same pain you and the others endure just to make into tomorrow".
Meg 72 grins and fires back, "Becky would never stoop to that level . If you know something tel me". Tommy then holds his hand up , smiles, and replies, "No need to be hasty". He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette and lights it and then paces around the room , "Little girl, suppose we assume that she bit off more than she can chew and wanted a easy way out. Now that is not such a bad thing and you get smart. Now i would forget this little whole little incident or otherwise you might regret it". He then turns and smoke blows out of both of his nostrils. He then turns his back on her and takes his cigarette and mashes it slowly into the ashtray. Meg 72 walks up behind her and says in a puzzled look, 'What the hell do you mean by that". Tommy Fratello then immediately turns his attention to her and crosses his arms around his shoulder, "Can't you understand what the fuck I'm saying? Stop MEDDLING...otherwise you are going to be sorry". Meg 72 walks up and leans her head to look at him , "Meddling? YOU KNOW WHAT? I THINK SHE DID KNOW MORE THAN WHAT SHE BARGAINED FOR AND YOU'RE ALL SWEEEPING IT UNDER THE RUG. Tommy then puts his hands to his face and chuckles and then look at her , "Why the HELL YOU SAY!" "Now tell me why she was such a liability issue otherwise........I"LL TAKE YOU TO THE LAW" retorts Meg 72. Tommy then leans into her, "Do what you want, you are a fool just as the same as the other 69 who came on your own account. You think the police are going to believe a half assed story of a underground female fighting circuit they'll have you omitted. They'll laugh at your delusional ass". Meg 72 nods and shakes his head, "We'll see who gets the last laugh, it will not be you I SWEAR IT". Tommy then swats her with his hand, "GET THE FUCK OUT". Meg 72 bends over and whimpers holding her mouth , "I"LL SEE YOU GO TO JAIL FOR THIS". She holds her hands whimpers and cries and pushes the button to exit the elevator.
Tommy stands watching her go up the elevator and then turns to Sgt. Cross and nods as he gets onto his walkie talkie. Meg 72 walks out of the elevator through the front door with no guards or activity present. She makes her way down the steps outside of the front entrance and notices armed guards with their AK-47s armed and coming forward her way . She looks to her right and more guards begin to walk over approaching her. Meg 72 looks to her left from the front entrance and notices the white gate opens up revealing a green army van approaching and inside of it is Corey Everson driving at the front with Megan Has Muscles in the passenger seat both dressed in a army kamo bra tank top, and army kamo jeans and black shoes. Meg 72 then turns behind of her and noticed Sgt. Cross and Diana Jansen standing up in front taking post .
Meg 72 walks up to the front cobblestone road near the Jeep as Megan "The Muscles" has her coat taken off by Corey Everson as she says, "Let me take care of her". Meg 72 takes off her jacket to reveal her black tanktop and grey leggings. Meg The Muscles issues her to come forward, Meg 72 lunges with a sidekick , and Meg the Muscles throws up her elbow to block and Meg 72 winces. Meg 72 throws another side kick and Meg the Muscles ducks and comes in with a quick jab connecting to Meg 72's face. Meg the Muscles digs in with a quick shot to her back side and Meg 72 leans her head back and cries. She then ducks and avoids a back elbow smash to the face. Meg 72 then leans up shakes her head and goes for a side kick , duck by Meg the Muscles, and goes for a one two jab but Meg the Muscles bobs her head from side to side. She goes for a sidekick but Meg the Muscles takes a quick step back. Meg the Muscles inches herself back in and Meg 72 fires another side kick but Meg the Muscles bobs her head. Meg 72 then steps back and blocks a barrage of back elbow and front fist shots only to be surprised by a front kick and a right hook that send her down to the ground. Meg the Muscles pursues her and doesn't allow her a change to get up and throws another hard right fist as she is taking down to the ground. Meg 72 is on the ground on her back holding her face as she leans back up squinting her eyes trying to get some sense of vision back but is only seeing a big blurb of an image standing above her. She then takes a right front kick upside her chin as she rolls down to her side.
Meg 72 then rolls slowly onto her back again and takes a look around as blood begins to form on her mouth as Meg the Muscles just stands there with her guard down looking coldly at her. She then stalks her victim as Meg 72 attempts to get up on her knees but falls back down to her side again. Corey Everson then picks her up and thrusts her into Meg the Muscles . Meg 72 weary, dazed, and out of it bending over makes a pathetic weak attempt at a comeback and throws a very tired and winded left hook. Meg the Muscles sticks her with a hook to her side , followed by a open palm strike to her ears, and then a right hook to her face. She lands on her back with her head hitting hard on the pavement as her eyes are closed and she is breathing hard. Then Meg 72 musters up any and all strength she has left available as Meg The Muscles stands at attention with her arms clenched at both of her sides. She manages to stand up but not with her full senses at bay with her guard down to her waist as she receives hard right windmill kicks by Meg the Muscles cracking her against the face chopping her down to the ground. Meg The Muscles then gets down to one knee and grabs her head and throws a barrage of punches to her face before the ensuing onslaught leaves another nosey tournament fighter dead.