Preecha Kamon Ain't Nothin' to Fuck With (2 of 2)
Oct 25, 2015 16:21:40 GMT -5
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Post by Preecha Kamon on Oct 25, 2015 16:21:40 GMT -5
It was a poorly lit gym (which was something Preecha liked) that stood in a rather ratty part of Austin, Texas, a good distance away from “The Masters and Margaritas”. The place felt slightly more humid than outside with the sweat that has been building up into the air because of poor ventilation which made it a little harder to breathe. This is also something that Preecha preferred because he would rather be training in the most difficult conditions. It was simply something more to push through. The gym was for the most part empty this afternoon as the fighter went at it with a sandbag near the back of the establishment.
Preecha had been pushing himself a little harder this day because he felt he had been lacking in his competitive mind with all the work he has been doing for the nightclub. He has been getting enough of a workout but as for challenges, it was just a bunch of a drunks or idiotic wannabe gangsters wanting to make a name. Not even his match last week seemed like a decent scrap. He was disappointed with WCF so far and hoped the Battle Royal would be a much more satisfying endeavor. But his mind wasn't currently on his match or even on WCF. When Preecha got into training mode, his mind wanders off as he works away on his kicks and punches. Currently, his mind was on a very old memory of his. Very old but very important.
When he was a little kid, he got into a fight with another kid. The kid had said something that the teachers were sure he was repeating from his father who was an outspoken white supremacist. The kid called him and his family a bunch of gooks and that white people were going to rise up over the P.C. “BS” and reverse racism that has been conspiring to muddle the master bloodline. The teachers laughed, finding it funny hearing hate speech coming out of such a little child but Preecha wasn't laughing. During this time, Preecha still had his hearing and comprehended every word the child of a neo-nazi fuck had to say. But it was on this day that the fighter would lose this gift we more often than not take for granted. Preecha tackled him to the ground and proceeded to scuffle on the ground. Baby Hitler, in a moment of desperation, took both of his hands and clapped down on to Preecha's ears causing a loud BANG! in the soon-to-be-fighter's head.
Preecha collapsed off the son of an asshole and clasped his now bleeding ears. The boy screamed and screamed but he couldn't hear a peep of it which caused him to continue to scream and scream until he passed out. When the boy woke up, he was in a hospital bed and he could feel bandages around his ears but he still couldn't hear a thing. He was surrounded by his family; aunt, uncle, grandparents, and his mother and father. The whole family was there because (as stated once before) he was the only one of his generation in their family and so they all cared for him equally. When they had heard that lil' Preecha was hurt, they all dropped what they were doing and rushed over.
Preecha's mother, Anong Kamon, cried as she bent down and hugged her little boy. She tried to say something but Preecha had no idea what his mother wanted him to know. The child began to shake as he couldn't comprehend what was going on. The next few days were pure torment as he couldn't seem to get use to the pure silence that he now lived in. When he got out of the hospital, his family had to write to communicate. As to the doctor's orders, when writing to Preecha, they had to mouth their words in attempt to help him learn to read lips until he could learn proper sign language. Preecha ended up being a fast learner and it wasn't long before they didn't have to write anymore.
It would be a few days before Preecha returned to school, so in the mean time his grandfather, Klahan Kamon, decided it would be good to teach the boy how to defend himself. His grandfather was a champion Muay Thai boxer in their homeland before leaving their homeland to escape political corruption. Though, in the fifties in America, Muay Thai had not made a significant entrance so Klahan had to find a different job but did not once let the fighting of style of his homeland slip from his mind. It got him out of many similar incidents that Preecha had experienced. Even in his older age, the grandfather kept up his training routines and decided it was now time to pass it down to his grandchild.
The old man pulled the young boy aside one evening and led him out into the back yard which was surrounded with a magnificent garden of vibrant colors. These were flowers his mother spent all spring planting. He thanked whatever higher being that he didn't lose his sight and was able to still enjoy such beauty. Back then, Preecha had a much higher appreciation for nature but this went away as when he moved out to live in the city. Every once in a while when he crosses a gardening shop, he is reminded of the work his mother accomplished in their backyard.
The grandfather squatted down to meet Preecha eye to eye. He grabbed the little boy's hands and pulled them up next to his head, then flicked the back of his knee to get him into a classic Muay Thai guard. His grandfather said something but even though he couldn't here him, he could finally make out the words. “I'm going to teach you to fight!” Suddenly, lil' Preecha tensed up, trying to ready himself for the knowledge his grandfather was going to endow upon him. He had always admired his grandfather's fighting and wanted to learn it himself to grow up into a respected Muay Thai Boxer but his father and mother were always hesitant to let him learn until the week of his fight. They didn't approve of violence and to be honest, the father always slightly resented his father for taking part in such a career when it didn't bring much money in for the family in the first place. But if one looked back on it. The Grandfather didn't have much of a choice. In Thailand, boys are sent at a young age to learn Muay Thai so they can compete and send money back to their families. It was one of the few things that the Grandfather new so well and it was rather difficult for him to transition into something else after moving to America. In fact, he had lost multiple jobs before finally sticking with a janitorial job for a gym where he got free membership.
The grandfather felt this was a better time than any since the boy was young and his mind was a sponge for information still. The old man looked into Preecha's eyes, tapped on his forearms before motioning a faux-strike to show his grandson these guards were important. He held up his index finger which caught the boys attention long enough to distract him for the grandfather to slap him lightly on the face. The child was shocked but the old man did it again and this time the slap came from the other side. The old man did it a third time but this time Preecha was not distracted by the finger and held up his guard to block the slap. “Never become to focused on one thing that you let the rest of what is going on creep up on you.”
The grandfather smiled and patted the boy on the head which caused the boy to flinch thinking it might have been another offensive move. The grandfather found this so humorous that he began laughing. But it was this instance that the boy realized something and his handicap became more deafening than before. He would never hear his grandfather laugh again. This left a feeling in the boy's chest, as if his heart was cracking and underneath was a patch of ice. This ice would slowly grow more and more as he remembered more and more of what he lost.
But there was no time to stop for this revelation. The boy had to continue his training. After a few more guard lessons, the grandfather decided to move on to kicks. The old man began by demonstrating small movements that one misses when watching from outside the ring. Like the pendulum kick where the fighter takes his outside leg and brings it in to tap against the inside leg to substitute it as a post as the inside leg is the one that goes in for the kick. This is great for closing the gap between opponents in the fastest way possible. Though when Preecha first performed this switch, he landed right on his rear but his grandfather picked up right back up and pressed against his spine, teaching the young boy that he needs to keep his back up so he doesn't lose balance. It took a few tries but eventually lil' Preecha was able to perform the kick flawlessly. “You can never be too detail oriented. It is the understanding the very working of everything.”
The grandfather was surprised with how fast Preecha caught on. Preecha was a smart kid and learning what interested him was no issue, though after losing his hearing, Preecha seemed to let his school work slip until he was nothing but a C average student. His parents tried their best to get him to get him back to his study but his apathy was too thick. He was still learning but his actual school work fell to the way side and he ended up graduating directly in the middle of his class listing.
Moving on to punches, the grandfather held up his hands and motioned to strike into them. Preecha went into his stance and went to strike but after hitting his grandfather's palm, the old man retaliated with a flick on the ear. Preecha went for a strike with the other hand which was followed up with a flick on the other ear. The grandfather started shifting around the boy, confusing young Preecha but when the fighter went for a strike, the old man tried to follow up again with an ear flick but Preecha side stepped and launched instinctively into a kick. The grandfather blocked and smiled. “Even though punching is not a featured part of Muay Thai, do not underestimate the things that will get you the position you need to make the serious strike.”
It wasn't long after graduation that Preecha got himself into trouble with a very small time gang. He was simply trying to help out an acquaintance from high school who had racked up too much debt with a loan shark and now his life was in danger. Preecha just happened to be around, greeting the man drowning in debt when a couple of the collectors came by to break his legs. Preecha was able to fend them off and send them crawling back to their boss, who upon hearing the news was not upset but impressed. He went to see the young fighter to congratulate him and to offer him a job, claiming that his friend's debt would be cleared if he took the offer. Now, Preecha didn't consider the man he saved a friend but he did need a job and so he took the loan shark up on his offer which, as we know, eventually led up to Armand and Preecha crossing paths and the rest was history.
But, in this history there was still one last thing the grandfather had to teach his grandson before sending him back off to school. He sat the boy down on the porch in the back yard and told him the best he could, hoping the boy would be able to comprehend through lip reading, what he had to say, which the boy did. “You are going to have a lot of enemies. That is a part of getting to know people in this world. There are just people you will get along with and others you just won't and even sometimes you will have to work with the people you don't. But, the important thing is that you should never be alone. Sometimes you will feel alone and sometimes you are the only one who can fight your battles but always have someone watching your back because no matter how good you get at defending yourself, you can't go through life alone. And always remember that we are here for you. Your aunt, your uncle, me, your grandmother and especially your parents. We want you to be happy. You are our future and just because you have been hurt doesn't mean you can't achieve great things and we will do anything in our ability to make sure that you do.”
His grandfather passed away the year before his graduation, never having been disappointed once in his grandson and teaching him the ways of Muay Thai Kick Boxing until the very end. Everything Preecha had earned as a fighter was all because of his grandfather and he never forgot that. After losing the ability to hear it, Preecha accepted Muay Thai as the replacement for his grandfather's laughter and made it his life's goal never to let it falter and fail him.
After returning to school, the kid that deafened Preecha instantly confronted the newly handicapped child and began mocking him for his inability to hear, calling him all sorts of names mixed with juvenile content as well as slurs he learned from his father. Preecha went into the stance his grandfather had taught him which made the lil' racist bastard laugh. Thinking it was hilarious looking, the kid made a joke about Bruce Lee or some martial arts star and went for a punch but Preecha side stepped and punched the kid right on the chin before following up with a round house kick which knocked baby Hitler to the ground. But even with the battle won, lil' Preecha didn't stop his assault. He continued to kick the kid while he was down, every strike thrown harder and harder as his heart darkened with all the sounds he missed, his mother's soothing voice, the buzzing of insects and power lines, the music his family used to listen to and most of all his grandfather's laughter. He was getting him back tenfold for what he took away until the teachers came out to stop it.
Afterwards, the family had to move because the father of the bastard child caught wind of the incident and heard his child was beaten up by some “damn dirty gook” (as he put it) and then gathered a few of his KKK pals and threatened the family with many different threats and disturbing demonstrations. It was something Preecha had never experienced before and suddenly he realized that winning a fight wasn't enough. There was something in this world about dominance. You are not truly on top until you make sure that the people you are up against feel how far below you they truly are. Preecha never forgot these days in his childhood and how scared his family was by the hostility given off by their very own neighbors.
When Preecha was older and after he had gotten his job with the loan shark, he went back to his old hometown on a job to collect at a certain address. Preecha knocked on the door and wouldn't you believe it, the man who answered the door was none-other than the father of baby Hitler. This white supremacist had racked up a HUGE! debt with the loan shark and when asked to pay up, he told the boss to fuck off.
The racist looked Preecha up and down then asked the stupid question that the fighter was glad not to hear because he was sure the tone was indignant: “What the hell do you want?”...Preecha smiled before hitting the asshole with a teep, knocking him back against a wall. The fighter took a running start and launched forward with a knee that connected at the chest and broke several ribs before Preecha grabbed the man into a Muay Thai clinch, forcing him onto his knees where the fighter followed through with what is know known in WCF as the Kamon Kannon, Execution Style, knocking the racist out cold. Preecha then went around collecting collateral in which he found plenty since this man was surprisingly well off.
While throwing in some nice cuff links into a bag full of goods which he found in the man's room, he saw sitting on the night stand, a picture of the guy and his son, now older and wearing a football uniform for a college that wishes not to be disclosed but gave him a free ride in exchange for his talent. Baby Hitler went on to find success in sports and was drafted to a team that wishes not to be disclosed as well. Preecha, welling up with those old feelings of loss, took the picture and chucked it against the wall, causing the frame and glass to shatter across the room. He then exited the house but not before giving the old bastard a kick to the ribs.
But all this was a good while ago and now Preecha aimed to do one thing. Do his grandfather proud and dominate the WCF and show the world that Muay Thai is to be respected. In a fit of rage, Preecha tackled the sandbag off its hook and slammed it to the ground. He was breathing heavily when he stood back to his feet. He turned his head to the entrance when he saw a ray of light slip in then disappear. He saw Armand step in and slowly walk towards his fighter. When in distance for his lips to be read, Armand spoke. “Still training? Man, Wade must have really pissed you off with what he said about Muay Thai Boxing. Why does it bother you so much?”
Preecha snorted and walked over to a seat where he had placed his towel and sat down, wiping the sweat off his brow. Armand grimaced as he felt the oppressive sweat mist of the place was rather deterring. “Well, don't get too comfortable, Preecha. We have to take a flight out to Minnesota. They have a press conference for us to attend. Preecha looked at Armand reprovingly but the club-owner shrugged. “What can I tell ya. It comes with the job. Even if you aren't going to say anything, you still have to attend.”
So, with that said, the two took the next flight out to Minnesota and arrived at the Xcel Energy Center just in time for the press conference. For the most part, the event was the usual drivel and nonsense until the questions from the reporters were finally directed towards Armand and Preecha.
Reporter #1
Mr. Fontaine...
Armand De La Fontaine
Mr. DE LA Fontaine
Reporter #1
Mr. De...La...Fontaine...You originally said that your client wasn't interested in a shot for the World title, with this Battle Royal, has this stance changed at all?
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, originally it didn't change. The idea was we were going to win the match (which we are still going to do) but then to denounce the title shot because Preecha wants to win the title against a real champion because he felt that Wade was unworthy to call himself such. But then an incident happened over twitter where in a back and forth between Wade and Preecha, Wade decided it was a good idea to mock Mr. Kamon's writing style which I assure you he holds very dear. So, yes the stance has changed but we are not in it to just win a title. We are going full force to teach Wade and his #BeachKrew fuck buddies to respect the craft my client dedicated his life to. I like to see it as we are fighting for all of Muay Thai to be respected. So, to all those who are going to be exiting that Battle Royal with the worst beating they have ever felt, you all can direct your thanks to Mr. Moor! He is the one who has encouraged my client to go harder than ever and make sure there is no confusion about who is on top in this company.
Reporter #2
Mr. De La Fontaine, both of your clients are in the Battle Royal, Mr. Kamon and Mr. Patrilli. Do you have a preference to who you want to win?
Armand De La Fontaine
No! Do I have a feeling who is going to win? Yes, but I don't look at it like that. I see it as all of us working towards one goal. If one fails to win and the other succeeds, I won't look at Patrilli any lower because “The Masters and Margaritas” (which are having a special even for Hellimination, where all who come wearing hemp rope wrapped around their hands will get a discount! Be there!) stands behind their own no matter what. We understand that only one can win and as long as it is one of my boys then we have no problem.
Reporter #3
Mr. De La Fontaine, now that you have labeled #BeachKrew as enemies, do you worry if they gain control of the company and do what they plan on doing? They have made threats to demote you two or to straight up fire you.
Armand laughed.
Armand De La Fontaine
The DUMBEST! thing that those mother fuckers could do would be to demote or fire us. Preecha doesn't need boundaries for a fight! He will fight out in the street if he has to and he will knock every last one of those sociopaths on their asses. Do you think guys like us worry about employment? I am here because I think Preecha should be recognized and if he has to become a household name in a rather unsavory way then he is full well ready to do it. Because not only are these assholes insulting my client's style but they are also looking to bring an end to Thirteen where both my clients are currently booked to go up against the current Tag champs. It is almost as if they are trying to cause trouble for themselves by being in our way almost in every way imaginable.
Yet another reporter stood up but this time directed her question towards Preecha.
Reporter #4
Do you feel your disability...
Armand De La Fontaine
Honey...Don't direct questions over to him. He isn't going to reply.
The reporter blushed with embarrassment as she continued her question, this time addressing it towards Armand.
Reporter #4
Do you or your client feel his disability will be an obstacle to overcome in the WCF, especially considering this will be a Battle Royal and anything is bound to happen? And even if he wins, do you feel it will serve as a weak point when facing off with the World Champion?
Armand was about to reply but Preecha stood up and slammed his hands onto the table. His teeth clenched tightly as he looked around the room at all the reporters that kept asking question much to his displeasure. Preecha's reply was slurred and slow as he forced himself to make out the words he wanted to use to convey his thoughts.
Preecha Kamon
I...f-eyee-t...I dawn't waay-st my t-iyum taw-king. Aaas lawng aas thot es the cay-s, I em nawt the wa-n wit the hondy-cap...My des-a-bill-etee makes me strawnga...I werk-ed my hoo-l leye-fe to be the best and no #betch-kru is gawn-a take tha' a-way...No Lonce Say-vege is gawn-a take tha' a-way, no Lee-jun, no Yung, no Hen-eree, no Be-ver, no Ven-jens, nobaw-dy ell-s is gawn-a take tha' a-way frum me...
A moment of silence passed before Armand started laughing his ass off as the all reporters stared, shocked by the deaf fighter's response. After the shock had faded, the press conference erupted with questions and camera flashes. Armand and Preecha stood up and exited stage right out of the press conference. Armand was still laughing all the way out to their limo and only stopped upon entering the vehicle.
Armand De La Fontaine
That was great! Where the hell did that shit come from? Don't be putting me out of the job quite yet with that rambling. You still sound like a dumb and deaf mother fucker, haha!
Preecha crossed his arms and sank into his seat. He was rather self-conscious about his speaking and was a little embarrassed that he had done that just now but meant everything he said. Armand punched him in the shoulder.
Armand De La Fontaine
Oh come on, cheer up, you idiot. You certainly left an impression on those reporters just now and I am sure you left an impression on the WCF audience as well. You let them all know that you aren't someone to fuck with. Now what we have to do is show up and prove what we speak...You nervous at all?
Preecha shook his head before turning his head to look out the window. Suddenly the limo slowed to a stop in the middle of an empty road.
Armand De La Fontaine
What the fuck? Why are you stopping?! I knew I should have gotten Patrilli to drive us...
Preecha spied someone exiting a building with a mask on and a hood over their head. Their arm flew up and in their hands Preecha saw a semi-automatic rifle. He turned back to Armand who was still arguing with the driver, grabbed his employer's head and dropped to the floor of the limo. Seconds later, shattered glass rained onto the two as bassy booms could be felt from the rifle. Preecha crawled out the opposite side of the limo and using it as cover, began firing shots of his own with the revolver he always managed to sneak with him. They traded fire for a moment or so before Preecha was lucky enough to hit the kneecap of the assailant who dropped down while losing grip of his rifle.
The fighter rushed out from behind the limo and quickly overtook the shooter, ripping off his mask. The man was a hair S.O.B. With an unkempt beard and oily hair. Armand slowly stepped out of the vehicle and approached Preecha and his captured assassin.
Armand De La Fontaine
Who do you work for?...
Assailant
I thought that was something you didn't want to know...hehe...
Armand De La Fontaine
Oh I see. What was this supposed to be? A message to stop looking into your take over?
Assailant
HAHA! Nope! Just needed to kill ya. Honestly, with the way he addressed it, I don't think my employer cared if I succeeded or not. Really, I think the man likes you two.
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, he is not really serving up much of a challenge. So far everyone he has employed has fallen to us. Tell your boss that if you guys keep irritating us like you are, I am going to get bored and go ahead and kill all you all. Simple as that. So, be a little more discreet if you want to get the jump on us. We are only looking for worthy opponents.
Armand nodded to Preecha as a signal that he knows what to do. The club-owner then proceeded to turn away and enter the limo. Preecha looked at the gunman and raised his revolver.
Assailant
Whoa whoa whoa! Your boss wants me to deliver a message to my boss!
Preecha Kamon
Yew can tell 'im en hell!
BANG!
Preecha turned away from the now limp body. He entered the busted up vehicle and bushed the glass off his seat before sitting down.
Armand De La Fontaine
You think he will get the message?
Preecha nodded before holding up his revolver and pointing it at the driver.
Preecha Kamon
DRIVE!
With that, the tires of the limo squealed and the vehicle raced off.
Preecha had been pushing himself a little harder this day because he felt he had been lacking in his competitive mind with all the work he has been doing for the nightclub. He has been getting enough of a workout but as for challenges, it was just a bunch of a drunks or idiotic wannabe gangsters wanting to make a name. Not even his match last week seemed like a decent scrap. He was disappointed with WCF so far and hoped the Battle Royal would be a much more satisfying endeavor. But his mind wasn't currently on his match or even on WCF. When Preecha got into training mode, his mind wanders off as he works away on his kicks and punches. Currently, his mind was on a very old memory of his. Very old but very important.
When he was a little kid, he got into a fight with another kid. The kid had said something that the teachers were sure he was repeating from his father who was an outspoken white supremacist. The kid called him and his family a bunch of gooks and that white people were going to rise up over the P.C. “BS” and reverse racism that has been conspiring to muddle the master bloodline. The teachers laughed, finding it funny hearing hate speech coming out of such a little child but Preecha wasn't laughing. During this time, Preecha still had his hearing and comprehended every word the child of a neo-nazi fuck had to say. But it was on this day that the fighter would lose this gift we more often than not take for granted. Preecha tackled him to the ground and proceeded to scuffle on the ground. Baby Hitler, in a moment of desperation, took both of his hands and clapped down on to Preecha's ears causing a loud BANG! in the soon-to-be-fighter's head.
Preecha collapsed off the son of an asshole and clasped his now bleeding ears. The boy screamed and screamed but he couldn't hear a peep of it which caused him to continue to scream and scream until he passed out. When the boy woke up, he was in a hospital bed and he could feel bandages around his ears but he still couldn't hear a thing. He was surrounded by his family; aunt, uncle, grandparents, and his mother and father. The whole family was there because (as stated once before) he was the only one of his generation in their family and so they all cared for him equally. When they had heard that lil' Preecha was hurt, they all dropped what they were doing and rushed over.
Preecha's mother, Anong Kamon, cried as she bent down and hugged her little boy. She tried to say something but Preecha had no idea what his mother wanted him to know. The child began to shake as he couldn't comprehend what was going on. The next few days were pure torment as he couldn't seem to get use to the pure silence that he now lived in. When he got out of the hospital, his family had to write to communicate. As to the doctor's orders, when writing to Preecha, they had to mouth their words in attempt to help him learn to read lips until he could learn proper sign language. Preecha ended up being a fast learner and it wasn't long before they didn't have to write anymore.
It would be a few days before Preecha returned to school, so in the mean time his grandfather, Klahan Kamon, decided it would be good to teach the boy how to defend himself. His grandfather was a champion Muay Thai boxer in their homeland before leaving their homeland to escape political corruption. Though, in the fifties in America, Muay Thai had not made a significant entrance so Klahan had to find a different job but did not once let the fighting of style of his homeland slip from his mind. It got him out of many similar incidents that Preecha had experienced. Even in his older age, the grandfather kept up his training routines and decided it was now time to pass it down to his grandchild.
The old man pulled the young boy aside one evening and led him out into the back yard which was surrounded with a magnificent garden of vibrant colors. These were flowers his mother spent all spring planting. He thanked whatever higher being that he didn't lose his sight and was able to still enjoy such beauty. Back then, Preecha had a much higher appreciation for nature but this went away as when he moved out to live in the city. Every once in a while when he crosses a gardening shop, he is reminded of the work his mother accomplished in their backyard.
The grandfather squatted down to meet Preecha eye to eye. He grabbed the little boy's hands and pulled them up next to his head, then flicked the back of his knee to get him into a classic Muay Thai guard. His grandfather said something but even though he couldn't here him, he could finally make out the words. “I'm going to teach you to fight!” Suddenly, lil' Preecha tensed up, trying to ready himself for the knowledge his grandfather was going to endow upon him. He had always admired his grandfather's fighting and wanted to learn it himself to grow up into a respected Muay Thai Boxer but his father and mother were always hesitant to let him learn until the week of his fight. They didn't approve of violence and to be honest, the father always slightly resented his father for taking part in such a career when it didn't bring much money in for the family in the first place. But if one looked back on it. The Grandfather didn't have much of a choice. In Thailand, boys are sent at a young age to learn Muay Thai so they can compete and send money back to their families. It was one of the few things that the Grandfather new so well and it was rather difficult for him to transition into something else after moving to America. In fact, he had lost multiple jobs before finally sticking with a janitorial job for a gym where he got free membership.
The grandfather felt this was a better time than any since the boy was young and his mind was a sponge for information still. The old man looked into Preecha's eyes, tapped on his forearms before motioning a faux-strike to show his grandson these guards were important. He held up his index finger which caught the boys attention long enough to distract him for the grandfather to slap him lightly on the face. The child was shocked but the old man did it again and this time the slap came from the other side. The old man did it a third time but this time Preecha was not distracted by the finger and held up his guard to block the slap. “Never become to focused on one thing that you let the rest of what is going on creep up on you.”
The grandfather smiled and patted the boy on the head which caused the boy to flinch thinking it might have been another offensive move. The grandfather found this so humorous that he began laughing. But it was this instance that the boy realized something and his handicap became more deafening than before. He would never hear his grandfather laugh again. This left a feeling in the boy's chest, as if his heart was cracking and underneath was a patch of ice. This ice would slowly grow more and more as he remembered more and more of what he lost.
But there was no time to stop for this revelation. The boy had to continue his training. After a few more guard lessons, the grandfather decided to move on to kicks. The old man began by demonstrating small movements that one misses when watching from outside the ring. Like the pendulum kick where the fighter takes his outside leg and brings it in to tap against the inside leg to substitute it as a post as the inside leg is the one that goes in for the kick. This is great for closing the gap between opponents in the fastest way possible. Though when Preecha first performed this switch, he landed right on his rear but his grandfather picked up right back up and pressed against his spine, teaching the young boy that he needs to keep his back up so he doesn't lose balance. It took a few tries but eventually lil' Preecha was able to perform the kick flawlessly. “You can never be too detail oriented. It is the understanding the very working of everything.”
The grandfather was surprised with how fast Preecha caught on. Preecha was a smart kid and learning what interested him was no issue, though after losing his hearing, Preecha seemed to let his school work slip until he was nothing but a C average student. His parents tried their best to get him to get him back to his study but his apathy was too thick. He was still learning but his actual school work fell to the way side and he ended up graduating directly in the middle of his class listing.
Moving on to punches, the grandfather held up his hands and motioned to strike into them. Preecha went into his stance and went to strike but after hitting his grandfather's palm, the old man retaliated with a flick on the ear. Preecha went for a strike with the other hand which was followed up with a flick on the other ear. The grandfather started shifting around the boy, confusing young Preecha but when the fighter went for a strike, the old man tried to follow up again with an ear flick but Preecha side stepped and launched instinctively into a kick. The grandfather blocked and smiled. “Even though punching is not a featured part of Muay Thai, do not underestimate the things that will get you the position you need to make the serious strike.”
It wasn't long after graduation that Preecha got himself into trouble with a very small time gang. He was simply trying to help out an acquaintance from high school who had racked up too much debt with a loan shark and now his life was in danger. Preecha just happened to be around, greeting the man drowning in debt when a couple of the collectors came by to break his legs. Preecha was able to fend them off and send them crawling back to their boss, who upon hearing the news was not upset but impressed. He went to see the young fighter to congratulate him and to offer him a job, claiming that his friend's debt would be cleared if he took the offer. Now, Preecha didn't consider the man he saved a friend but he did need a job and so he took the loan shark up on his offer which, as we know, eventually led up to Armand and Preecha crossing paths and the rest was history.
But, in this history there was still one last thing the grandfather had to teach his grandson before sending him back off to school. He sat the boy down on the porch in the back yard and told him the best he could, hoping the boy would be able to comprehend through lip reading, what he had to say, which the boy did. “You are going to have a lot of enemies. That is a part of getting to know people in this world. There are just people you will get along with and others you just won't and even sometimes you will have to work with the people you don't. But, the important thing is that you should never be alone. Sometimes you will feel alone and sometimes you are the only one who can fight your battles but always have someone watching your back because no matter how good you get at defending yourself, you can't go through life alone. And always remember that we are here for you. Your aunt, your uncle, me, your grandmother and especially your parents. We want you to be happy. You are our future and just because you have been hurt doesn't mean you can't achieve great things and we will do anything in our ability to make sure that you do.”
His grandfather passed away the year before his graduation, never having been disappointed once in his grandson and teaching him the ways of Muay Thai Kick Boxing until the very end. Everything Preecha had earned as a fighter was all because of his grandfather and he never forgot that. After losing the ability to hear it, Preecha accepted Muay Thai as the replacement for his grandfather's laughter and made it his life's goal never to let it falter and fail him.
After returning to school, the kid that deafened Preecha instantly confronted the newly handicapped child and began mocking him for his inability to hear, calling him all sorts of names mixed with juvenile content as well as slurs he learned from his father. Preecha went into the stance his grandfather had taught him which made the lil' racist bastard laugh. Thinking it was hilarious looking, the kid made a joke about Bruce Lee or some martial arts star and went for a punch but Preecha side stepped and punched the kid right on the chin before following up with a round house kick which knocked baby Hitler to the ground. But even with the battle won, lil' Preecha didn't stop his assault. He continued to kick the kid while he was down, every strike thrown harder and harder as his heart darkened with all the sounds he missed, his mother's soothing voice, the buzzing of insects and power lines, the music his family used to listen to and most of all his grandfather's laughter. He was getting him back tenfold for what he took away until the teachers came out to stop it.
Afterwards, the family had to move because the father of the bastard child caught wind of the incident and heard his child was beaten up by some “damn dirty gook” (as he put it) and then gathered a few of his KKK pals and threatened the family with many different threats and disturbing demonstrations. It was something Preecha had never experienced before and suddenly he realized that winning a fight wasn't enough. There was something in this world about dominance. You are not truly on top until you make sure that the people you are up against feel how far below you they truly are. Preecha never forgot these days in his childhood and how scared his family was by the hostility given off by their very own neighbors.
When Preecha was older and after he had gotten his job with the loan shark, he went back to his old hometown on a job to collect at a certain address. Preecha knocked on the door and wouldn't you believe it, the man who answered the door was none-other than the father of baby Hitler. This white supremacist had racked up a HUGE! debt with the loan shark and when asked to pay up, he told the boss to fuck off.
The racist looked Preecha up and down then asked the stupid question that the fighter was glad not to hear because he was sure the tone was indignant: “What the hell do you want?”...Preecha smiled before hitting the asshole with a teep, knocking him back against a wall. The fighter took a running start and launched forward with a knee that connected at the chest and broke several ribs before Preecha grabbed the man into a Muay Thai clinch, forcing him onto his knees where the fighter followed through with what is know known in WCF as the Kamon Kannon, Execution Style, knocking the racist out cold. Preecha then went around collecting collateral in which he found plenty since this man was surprisingly well off.
While throwing in some nice cuff links into a bag full of goods which he found in the man's room, he saw sitting on the night stand, a picture of the guy and his son, now older and wearing a football uniform for a college that wishes not to be disclosed but gave him a free ride in exchange for his talent. Baby Hitler went on to find success in sports and was drafted to a team that wishes not to be disclosed as well. Preecha, welling up with those old feelings of loss, took the picture and chucked it against the wall, causing the frame and glass to shatter across the room. He then exited the house but not before giving the old bastard a kick to the ribs.
But all this was a good while ago and now Preecha aimed to do one thing. Do his grandfather proud and dominate the WCF and show the world that Muay Thai is to be respected. In a fit of rage, Preecha tackled the sandbag off its hook and slammed it to the ground. He was breathing heavily when he stood back to his feet. He turned his head to the entrance when he saw a ray of light slip in then disappear. He saw Armand step in and slowly walk towards his fighter. When in distance for his lips to be read, Armand spoke. “Still training? Man, Wade must have really pissed you off with what he said about Muay Thai Boxing. Why does it bother you so much?”
Preecha snorted and walked over to a seat where he had placed his towel and sat down, wiping the sweat off his brow. Armand grimaced as he felt the oppressive sweat mist of the place was rather deterring. “Well, don't get too comfortable, Preecha. We have to take a flight out to Minnesota. They have a press conference for us to attend. Preecha looked at Armand reprovingly but the club-owner shrugged. “What can I tell ya. It comes with the job. Even if you aren't going to say anything, you still have to attend.”
So, with that said, the two took the next flight out to Minnesota and arrived at the Xcel Energy Center just in time for the press conference. For the most part, the event was the usual drivel and nonsense until the questions from the reporters were finally directed towards Armand and Preecha.
Reporter #1
Mr. Fontaine...
Armand De La Fontaine
Mr. DE LA Fontaine
Reporter #1
Mr. De...La...Fontaine...You originally said that your client wasn't interested in a shot for the World title, with this Battle Royal, has this stance changed at all?
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, originally it didn't change. The idea was we were going to win the match (which we are still going to do) but then to denounce the title shot because Preecha wants to win the title against a real champion because he felt that Wade was unworthy to call himself such. But then an incident happened over twitter where in a back and forth between Wade and Preecha, Wade decided it was a good idea to mock Mr. Kamon's writing style which I assure you he holds very dear. So, yes the stance has changed but we are not in it to just win a title. We are going full force to teach Wade and his #BeachKrew fuck buddies to respect the craft my client dedicated his life to. I like to see it as we are fighting for all of Muay Thai to be respected. So, to all those who are going to be exiting that Battle Royal with the worst beating they have ever felt, you all can direct your thanks to Mr. Moor! He is the one who has encouraged my client to go harder than ever and make sure there is no confusion about who is on top in this company.
Reporter #2
Mr. De La Fontaine, both of your clients are in the Battle Royal, Mr. Kamon and Mr. Patrilli. Do you have a preference to who you want to win?
Armand De La Fontaine
No! Do I have a feeling who is going to win? Yes, but I don't look at it like that. I see it as all of us working towards one goal. If one fails to win and the other succeeds, I won't look at Patrilli any lower because “The Masters and Margaritas” (which are having a special even for Hellimination, where all who come wearing hemp rope wrapped around their hands will get a discount! Be there!) stands behind their own no matter what. We understand that only one can win and as long as it is one of my boys then we have no problem.
Reporter #3
Mr. De La Fontaine, now that you have labeled #BeachKrew as enemies, do you worry if they gain control of the company and do what they plan on doing? They have made threats to demote you two or to straight up fire you.
Armand laughed.
Armand De La Fontaine
The DUMBEST! thing that those mother fuckers could do would be to demote or fire us. Preecha doesn't need boundaries for a fight! He will fight out in the street if he has to and he will knock every last one of those sociopaths on their asses. Do you think guys like us worry about employment? I am here because I think Preecha should be recognized and if he has to become a household name in a rather unsavory way then he is full well ready to do it. Because not only are these assholes insulting my client's style but they are also looking to bring an end to Thirteen where both my clients are currently booked to go up against the current Tag champs. It is almost as if they are trying to cause trouble for themselves by being in our way almost in every way imaginable.
Yet another reporter stood up but this time directed her question towards Preecha.
Reporter #4
Do you feel your disability...
Armand De La Fontaine
Honey...Don't direct questions over to him. He isn't going to reply.
The reporter blushed with embarrassment as she continued her question, this time addressing it towards Armand.
Reporter #4
Do you or your client feel his disability will be an obstacle to overcome in the WCF, especially considering this will be a Battle Royal and anything is bound to happen? And even if he wins, do you feel it will serve as a weak point when facing off with the World Champion?
Armand was about to reply but Preecha stood up and slammed his hands onto the table. His teeth clenched tightly as he looked around the room at all the reporters that kept asking question much to his displeasure. Preecha's reply was slurred and slow as he forced himself to make out the words he wanted to use to convey his thoughts.
Preecha Kamon
I...f-eyee-t...I dawn't waay-st my t-iyum taw-king. Aaas lawng aas thot es the cay-s, I em nawt the wa-n wit the hondy-cap...My des-a-bill-etee makes me strawnga...I werk-ed my hoo-l leye-fe to be the best and no #betch-kru is gawn-a take tha' a-way...No Lonce Say-vege is gawn-a take tha' a-way, no Lee-jun, no Yung, no Hen-eree, no Be-ver, no Ven-jens, nobaw-dy ell-s is gawn-a take tha' a-way frum me...
A moment of silence passed before Armand started laughing his ass off as the all reporters stared, shocked by the deaf fighter's response. After the shock had faded, the press conference erupted with questions and camera flashes. Armand and Preecha stood up and exited stage right out of the press conference. Armand was still laughing all the way out to their limo and only stopped upon entering the vehicle.
Armand De La Fontaine
That was great! Where the hell did that shit come from? Don't be putting me out of the job quite yet with that rambling. You still sound like a dumb and deaf mother fucker, haha!
Preecha crossed his arms and sank into his seat. He was rather self-conscious about his speaking and was a little embarrassed that he had done that just now but meant everything he said. Armand punched him in the shoulder.
Armand De La Fontaine
Oh come on, cheer up, you idiot. You certainly left an impression on those reporters just now and I am sure you left an impression on the WCF audience as well. You let them all know that you aren't someone to fuck with. Now what we have to do is show up and prove what we speak...You nervous at all?
Preecha shook his head before turning his head to look out the window. Suddenly the limo slowed to a stop in the middle of an empty road.
Armand De La Fontaine
What the fuck? Why are you stopping?! I knew I should have gotten Patrilli to drive us...
Preecha spied someone exiting a building with a mask on and a hood over their head. Their arm flew up and in their hands Preecha saw a semi-automatic rifle. He turned back to Armand who was still arguing with the driver, grabbed his employer's head and dropped to the floor of the limo. Seconds later, shattered glass rained onto the two as bassy booms could be felt from the rifle. Preecha crawled out the opposite side of the limo and using it as cover, began firing shots of his own with the revolver he always managed to sneak with him. They traded fire for a moment or so before Preecha was lucky enough to hit the kneecap of the assailant who dropped down while losing grip of his rifle.
The fighter rushed out from behind the limo and quickly overtook the shooter, ripping off his mask. The man was a hair S.O.B. With an unkempt beard and oily hair. Armand slowly stepped out of the vehicle and approached Preecha and his captured assassin.
Armand De La Fontaine
Who do you work for?...
Assailant
I thought that was something you didn't want to know...hehe...
Armand De La Fontaine
Oh I see. What was this supposed to be? A message to stop looking into your take over?
Assailant
HAHA! Nope! Just needed to kill ya. Honestly, with the way he addressed it, I don't think my employer cared if I succeeded or not. Really, I think the man likes you two.
Armand De La Fontaine
Well, he is not really serving up much of a challenge. So far everyone he has employed has fallen to us. Tell your boss that if you guys keep irritating us like you are, I am going to get bored and go ahead and kill all you all. Simple as that. So, be a little more discreet if you want to get the jump on us. We are only looking for worthy opponents.
Armand nodded to Preecha as a signal that he knows what to do. The club-owner then proceeded to turn away and enter the limo. Preecha looked at the gunman and raised his revolver.
Assailant
Whoa whoa whoa! Your boss wants me to deliver a message to my boss!
Preecha Kamon
Yew can tell 'im en hell!
BANG!
Preecha turned away from the now limp body. He entered the busted up vehicle and bushed the glass off his seat before sitting down.
Armand De La Fontaine
You think he will get the message?
Preecha nodded before holding up his revolver and pointing it at the driver.
Preecha Kamon
DRIVE!
With that, the tires of the limo squealed and the vehicle raced off.
