>>19177198Carmody calms a bit and gives the camera a serious look.
"But it's not that simple, is it? There's another added catch thrown in the mix, isn't there? You wanted to challenge me to a submission match. A match that, everyone would say, favors WWA's premiere submission specialist, yourself, over a kickboxer who thinks on her feet like me. I've seen some comments about the deck being stacked, that I'd have to be out of my mind to accept this challenge on your terms, and..... when I think about it, that'd be sort of the same as me, with all my strikes and kicks, challenging you to a Knock Out Match, wouldn't it? And that'd be silly; who in their right mind would ever think that the WWA World Championship should be contested in a Knock Out Match?"
Carmody starts to giggle but abruptly grows serious again.
>"No, jokes aside, this is serious. I see your game. And I ACCEPT.">"Yes, Brooke Phillips gave me the Vice. And now you've got a new secret weapon of your own, and you're itching to use it. Turnabout's fair play. But if I was worried about playing the long odds, I would've gone home to wait tables after that assault from Lightning Nika. Or I would've signed your contract in a heartbeat, without trying to raise the stakes at all, and just said 'Thank you, Madame Divine, I'll be there and ready to work at six hundred hours sharp.' No. Win, lose, or draw, I'll take the chance and bet on myself every time. I'll make my own odds." 