Post by Megan Treamon on Jan 4, 2019 19:39:30 GMT -6
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
“Yeah, didn’t you get your contract terminated? You don’t belong here!”
“My contract was terminated, yes. But I have until the end of the week to remove my things and the end of the week is midnight tonight. So I am still allowed in until then.”
I coldly stated before brushing past the two meatheads at the door. Seriously, why are those the most common type of people at a gym, regardless of who owns it? That was hours ago. Now I am all alone and yet again I haven’t seen any of the other Slaughterhouse members come in at all. I’ve honestly lost count at this point as I put onto these treadmills for the last time.
When I first came to Slaughterhouse it was Jason Jackson who offered me a chance after I practically taunted him into training me. Yeah it was in Hawaii, far off from home, but they were literally the only MMA camp that were at least somewhat willing to actually train me. So I joined them, ignored whatever animosity Jason and Elena had against me, and trained my hardest while commuting. It even showed when I scratched and clawed my way to not only winning the CGFC Imperial Championship but also successfully defend it in the final CGFC main event against Jordan Parker-Kane, a guy I gave nothing but respect towards before and after our bout. It was all good…until Jason suddenly shut down the Oahu branch and ran.
Yet not long after this James Shark, either out of me being a member of Slaughterhouse or seeing something in me, offered me the chance to go to any other branches, outside his Las Vegas branch. So instead of just calling it a day, since I proved to myself that I am indeed good enough to be Champion, I chose to go to Houston for they were the closest to my home in Lawrence, so I don’t need to commute so much and can spend more time with my family. Everything seem perfectly well at first. Trained hard almost every day, still got along with Jordan and even found someone cool to train with in the form of Sha Bishop. It actually felt like I had a family instead of a camp.
But then Griffin Dawson took offence to me not knowing her. I was asked, through Curious Cat, which female did I find the most attractive and I joked that I thought I was the only female. Apparently there was this blonde girl who been there as well. Truth be told I never saw one but that could easily be down to the fact that this gym is really freaking huge. Yet she was there and we never got to ever interact before. So if I never saw or spoke to this woman…how was I supposed to know that she was there? Yet that moment seems to be the beginning of the end for me. First Sha completely blanks me, then the people I’d train with – including Jordan who I’ve been respectful to – distance themselves away from me to give me the cold shoulder and then whenever Griffin has something negative to say about me the rest of them would back her up. It was like my family was taken away from me and I’m now an unwanted outsider.
They even go as far as saying that they’ll never be team as long as I’m part of them.
I didn’t exactly help myself though. Realising that they were turning against me, regardless of my attempts of buying them cupcakes or offering to hold pads for them to wail at, I decided to put up my walls and decide that if they won’t like me I might as well be something they hate so much that they’d try harder to outdo me in both training and in the cage. After all since joining them I won a Championship in MMA, Wrestling and boxing…something that none of them – no matter how hard they try to discredit me – can ever say they’ve accomplished. So I let my ego and arrogance slowly come out, with the intention of inspiring them – out of their desire to outshine me – to be the very best Slaughterhouse has to offer, simpler to how people wanted to become Pokémon Champion to defeat Blue. But I should have known not everyone would face adversary like lions.
I mean, how should I have expected someone who couldn’t handle the fact that someone doesn’t know them would be able to cope with the idea of someone a step ahead of them?
So instead, because she took offence, everyone took offence and to satisfy the many Jerry had to fire me. Business wise it makes sense, since a happy workforce should be a more productive one. I just wished that none of this had to happen. I’ve been more than happy to simply work around the ‘team’ instead of with them if they were willing to let me. But I guess that is what I get for upsetting the, probably, only other woman in Slaughterhouse Houston.
Looks like my time is up. I’ve finished my final warm down and now I approach my locker to empty my stuff. Truth be told there are only two things that goes in here. The first being my bag that I bring every day, which itself has my spare clothes and drink, and the other is a picture of little Sarah smiling in the arms of my fiancée Shannon. All the pain and suffering I go through. All the injuries, concussions, humiliations and suffering I choose to go through is all for them. Every penny I get goes to our home, our bills, the clothes we wear and the food we eat. Anything to make sure either of them suffered the horrible life that I did. And now because of all of this, all because I didn’t know one blonde girl, I’ve lost a method of income that could’ve helped me wind down my schedule.
My locker’s empty, my things have been packed and now it is time for me to go out of these doors for the last time. Such a strange yet depression feeling this is. October or November time I entered Houston, hoping to further improve myself and provide for my immediate family while trying to be part of a MMA family as I gave my blood, sweat and tears in this building every day that I’m here…and now I’m leaving with nothing but the glee of those I once considered an unofficial family. The door slides open but I halt myself to slowly look back towards the empty gym.
“Goodbye Houston.”
I could feel my lips quiver a little as I said those words before facing forward again and leaving this gym…for the final time.