UFC? (Part 2 Prologue)
UFC? (Part 2 Prologue)
I really just wanted to do WWE.
Just that feeling of creating a slightly flirty, heart-fluttering vibe.
Because I have to see them at school tomorrow, right away.
If I get too deep into this, they might launch a full-contact assault, so I had no choice but to play it as safe as possible.
So I lived my life vowing, "Anything but UFC." But then...
"Yes! Streamer Mukgom-nim. You've managed to win the whole thing, so how about a word on your feelings?"
"To attribute all this credit to the director who picked me, the coach who helped me day and night, our team members who worked hard, and the viewers who watched... well, I already acted cocky earlier. I'll just take it for myself. Thank you."
"Mukgom-nim certainly deserves that! Who could deny it, you're the MVP!"
"No, no, if you take it that way, I'll really become a piece of trash. Director, coaches, our team members, and even the viewers who watched, thank you all."
"So you won't give credit, but you will give thanks!?"
"That is exactly correct."
I was reading the room while doing the interview.
Just in case they might let it slide.
"Right! That's for sure! More importantly, we can't not mention this, can we?"
But that wish of mine was crushed immediately after.
"I'd rather you didn't."
"I still remember your self-introduction blurb. You said, 'If I win this tournament, I'll confess to her.'"
Why did I say something like that?
Well, obviously because I didn't think I'd win.
Haha, geez.
"I won't ask who she is! Please, take this opportunity to confess!"
I'm fucked.