Even champions fear something.
Sean
Winning. Is. Everything. I don’t do interviews and I treat the press like dogs, but they still call King Kelly. Because when I walk into a cage that’s what I am. The King. The apex predator. I do not fear; I am the one to be feared.
Until Theresa Vaughan walks into my press conference with her swaying hips, her dazzling smile, and a single question that tears my world apart.
Theresa
God, I hate sports superstars. I hate looking at them. I hate talking to them. Arrogant, self-absorbed, sexist pricks.
And the biggest prick of them all? Sean Kelly. He’s a triple threat -- sexy, Irish, physically indomitable. So they call him King. They love him, but they have no idea who he really is.
But I do.
I will bring Sean Kelly to his knees and show the world that their King is really just a man.
Everybody is afraid of Sean Kelly. Everybody but me.
