Saharra Huxly is stretching in the ring when the tiny Odette Delacroix interrupts her. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find Saharra Huxly?" She couldn't even remotely believe that this behemoth of a woman IS Saharra Huxly. She's so mad about this. How could her agent set he up with this monster? She's no where close to the same weight class. How is this good training? Saharra might have understood her problems if she wasn't being such a cunt about it. So instead of letting her reschedule with a different training partner, Saharra took her to the ropes and then that mat. Odette is going ...

Saharra Huxly is stretching in the ring when the tiny Odette Delacroix interrupts her. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find Saharra Huxly?" She couldn't even remotely believe that this behemoth of a woman IS Saharra Huxly. She's so mad about this. How could her agent set he up with this monster? She's no where close to the same weight class. How is this good training? Saharra might have understood her problems if she wasn't being such a cunt about it. So instead of letting her reschedule with a different training partner, Saharra took her to the ropes and then that mat. Odette is going to regret talking smack to this Amazon.

She sticks her in so many grappling holds and scissorholds. Saharra just loves tossing little playthings around like a rag doll. It's one of her favorite past times. Right next to squishing the under her own weight and sitting on their faces. This is definitely not what Odette signed up for. But it's what she got herself into. Perhaps she needs a new agent.