#Kayla Harrison

[arkhanoz]

Hulk Kayla Harrison

[olvaheiner]

UFC 300 (13/04/2024)

[theanticool]

Was interested in seeing how drawn out Kayla Harrison looked this week with the big weight cut. She looks fine. Much leaner than usual obviously. Granted she probably hasn’t cut the last bit down to 135lbs, haven’t seen her on the scale, and we won’t really know til Saturday how it affects her performance. But she doesn’t look like death, like Renan Barao.

[packersfan1217]

Evil Queen Kayla Harrison

[artbydanilodealmeida]

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UFC 300: Holly Holm on Kayla Harrison, Ronda Rousey's Comments

UFC 300 Press Conference - Holly Holm Interview: Former UFC bantamweight champion Holly Holm discusses fighting former PFL champ and Olympic Gold Medalist Kayla Harrison in her UFC debut, Ronda Rousey's controversial comments, and much more!

[mzcain27]

I need Dana to put some fkn effort into the bantamweight division I cannot keep seeing Julianna Peña’s ass with the belt

[ncytiri]

ooooo the indiana jones game looks fun!!!

[arkhanoz]

Judo Hulk Princess

[olvaheiner]

[theanticool]

Well, the pressure to make UFC 300 special means the UFC has signed former PFL champion and 2x Olympic gold medalist Kayla Harrison. And she’ll make her debut against former champion Holly Holm at bantamweight.

Guess the UFC saw Pennington-Bueno Silva and decided they need someone with a bit more juice fighting for the belt.

[cavenewstimes]

Kayla Harrison’s biggest challenge may be weight class rather than opposition: Nobody in UFC, Bellator or PFL ‘scares me’

Kayla Harrison constantly understood her alternatives in the females’s light-weight department were rather restricted. That’s why she’s long thought about a more long-term relocation down to 145 pounds, where there are much more recognized challengers. She was set up to contend at featherweight at the upcoming PFL Championship card on Nov. 24 up until previous Bellator champ Julia Budd was…

[f4iry-dvst]

Pity Party

a/n: first time uploading one of my cench fics feeling nervous - let me know if you want a smut for pt2!

pairing: central cee x fem!oc

summary: after a celebratory dinner takes a wrong turn, Michaela makes sure Oakley gets all he deserves

cw: light mention of neglect

"Soooo, big two four next week Cench! What ya up to for tha then lad?"

Oakley smiled weakly before taking a hold of his glass and taking a long swig of the tropical cocktail. He was out for dinner with a few work associates, his girlfriend Michaela, Marvin and Harrison celebrating the plaques he'd received recently for his music in a posh little bar & grill in the city - he didn't want to be here though. Being grilled with questions from his associates as if he were a ribeye steak wasn't exactly his ideal evening, nor was being out surrounded by so many people. The man never really was a social butterfly and he struggled a lot at events like this even now after his rise to fame. In the middle of dinner, he'd grabbed Michaela's hand under the table as his nerves grew exponentially and his patience was wearing thin; he'd considered just leaving far too many times already but Kayla had forced him to stay to be polite.

"Not a party?"

Marvin's eyes flicked up at the question already knowing where this was headed having heard the story far too many times from a drunk, blabbering mouth, through clouds of smoke. He thought about shutting it down, but it sounded too suspicious for him - he simply couldn't do much at all. The man could see Oakley visibly panic across the table and nervously take another gulp of his drink, which he said he didn't even like the taste of originally, but he seemed to have changed his mind about that one. This truly was a recipe for disaster.

"No I erm, never had one so is just not the forefront of my mind to be fair"

Oakley and Marvin's eyes both cautiously scanned around the table, seeing all the shocked and even pitiful expressions emerge in reaction. Marvin felt bad, really bad. Not because he'd never had a birthday party before, he'd pitied him for that already so long ago. But because he knew the man was about to receive a hounding. Lacey, the woman who helped design a lot of his merchandise, was sat beside Marvin and probably the one with the worst reaction of all. She almost grimaced, obviously assuming it was due to growing up dirt poor or something which well, wasn't untrue. Just not the reason Oakley had confessed to before. He'd finished his drink by now too, so he couldn't drown his anxiety in a disgusting mango concoction made with cheap rum anymore and he regretted gulping it all down so quickly.

"Erm, my parents were erm never really uno, around like tha so like, birthdays didn't get thought about"

His face resembled that of a hurt puppy by the end of his response, tears visibly welling up in his eyes and his nose dusted with pink. People around the table began to relax themselves promptly after seeing Oakley's reaction to their badgering. Michaela had begun to gently caress the back of his hand with her thumb in an attempt to soothe him even the slightest bit but she didn't get very far. Anxiety flowing through his veins meant his arms and hands were all tensing unrelentingly leaving the veins beneath his skin to show far more than they really should. She could feel the slight tremor in his frame as she shifted a little closer to his side to subtly comfort the man and the tenseness of his entire body. His knee was bouncing rapidly under the table and he was glad it wasn't visible to his company.

"Oh you poor thing"

Celaine, a lady who helped design his music covers, was the first to speak up again and she regretted even considering the comment as soon as she did. Oakley abruptly pushed his seat out causing a horrible scratching noise to echo and made a beeline for the toilets. He couldn't breathe at that table, it felt like everyone was crowding around him when actually no one had moved an inch. Michaela jumped up quickly following after her boyfriend filled with anger for the others and sadness for him. It was rare that he ever acted like this with other people, but they were evidently pushing his buttons and he couldn't take it any longer.

"Sweetheart..."

The girl had walked straight into the men's where she knew she'd find him, quickly realising how disgusting these toilets were for such a high-end place and decidedly took no notice; she had better things to do than grimace at tissue paper stuck to the mirrors and piss on the floor. A sniffle echoed in the empty bathroom and Kayla's heart ripped into a million shreds at the sound as she wrapped her arms around his small frame and pulled him into her chest tightly. She couldn't even begin to express how sad she felt for him in this moment, and how much she hated his team for pressing so much. Over the months of working with them, the couple had grown to love Celaine, Lacey and all the others but all of it had soon been diminished because they couldn't just keep their traps shut.

"We don't have to do anything love, or think about your past okay?"

The man nodded, still tucked firmly into his girlfriend and practically clinging onto her shoulders for dear life.

And so when Oakley's birthday eventually did roll around, Michaela had planned not a single thing. Of course, she'd planned gifts and what to eat but she did that most days so it was nothing out of the ordinary. The man had finally indulged in a lie-in for the first time this year - he hadn't the time what with all the work and travelling he'd been doing - so he was snoring way into the afternoon and eventually rose around 3 pm to the smell of hot chocolates and something else sweet. It was far too warm in his room, and even the house, so he had decided against putting last night's t-shirt back on and promptly followed the sugary aromas drifting upstairs to the kitchen where he found Michaela.

"I was just about to come wake you"

On the counter were stacks of syrup-smothered pancakes and waffles with mugs of hot chocolate and a big bowl of sliced fruit ready for his birthday breakfast, tho it was more tea than breakfast. Michaela was beaming at him showing a big toothy grin and he was sure he was reciprocating it, but he couldn't tell. He stood in amazement for a few seconds scanning over the sweet treats and then his girlfriend's face before pulling her into his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her about a million times before eventually giving her a long kiss on the lips.

"You've smudged my lippie now you dickhead"

"No calling the birthday boy names my love"

The couple fell into fits of laughter still holding onto each other like it was the last time they were to touch before they realised the breakfast would probably go cold soon and took it all to the living room. It was rare they ever ate in there because Oakley was very strict about the tidiness of the house but today was an exception of course. Michaela already had the tv set on Disney Plus ready for Oakley to come down and watch his favourite kids' movie: Lady & The Tramp. He sat and ate his birthday breakfast gleefully, focused intently on the movie playing on the tv with a goofy smile on his face the entire time. The girl could've sworn she'd never seen him so happy in his life, which would most definitely be an overstatement, but he did look happy as hell and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. That light that filled his face when he was just so freely happy was addicting and she would drink it up all day and all night if she could - it was just so beautiful. The dimples beside his lips, the wrinkles under his eyes and the way his cheeks puffed up - he was a sight for sore eyes if she did say so herself. When Oakley had finished most of his pancakes and strawberries he'd put his plate to the side and curled up against Kayla's side, his knees pulled to his chest and his head on her shoulder. Michaela didn't think he could get any cuter than this. The way he was showing so much affection, physically too, really blossomed something in the girl's heart and her stomach was doing somersaults because it meant he'd put his full trust in her and that he felt safe. It was okay to show the vulnerable side he was so ashamed of before with her because he felt respected and loved. He tended not to show too many of his emotions, if any, and especially not when it came to occasions like his birthday - it was a big topic that took him a long time to open up about. So for Michaela to see him like this knowing how much he struggled to open up and be comfortable around people she felt extra special.

"I love you, uno"

It was merely a mumble, because he seemed to be nodding off despite only waking up about an hour before; she put it down to the heat and the fact they were sitting so cosily. He'd most definitely said it though, Kayla had felt his warm breath brush against her neck as he spoke and the way his jaw moved against her shoulder.

"I love you too sweetheart"

He'd tried to tuck in on his girlfriend more but it was actually impossible unless he wanted to climb inside her skin which she was sure he would if he could, so he simply tucked his head as tightly into the crook of her neck as he could and fell asleep with her hand brushing through the curls upon his head. Now he was living the dream.

Best birthday ever.

[onlygenxhere]

"With all due respect, which is none." – Principle Lessa

She saw him as soon as he came in the office. Saw him wave away Helen, her severely underpaid front desk receptionist, as she tried to stop him before he barged into her office holding up his phone like it was exhibit A in a criminal trial.

Honestly, she should have seen this coming since seven o’clock this morning when she stopped Willie and Flynn from “decorating” the lunchroom bulletin board with Willie’s latest artwork depicting what they thought of standardized testing.

Or at eight o’clock when she caught Julie and Luke NOT practicing in one of the music rooms.

Or at eight thirty when she checked behind the school to shoo in the smokers and found not only the usuals, Bobby and Alex, but also Reggie, Kayla and this asshole’s daughter. None of the last three actually smoking, but still, late for class again.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Trevor Wilson exclaimed heatedly as he let her door slam shut behind him.

One one thousand, two one thousand. “What seems to be the problem Mr. Wilson?”

“Why isn’t my daughter, or her band, listed as preforming in the spring talent show!? There are always college scouts in attendance, and she needs to be featured!”

“Well, Mr. Wilson, that was your daughter’s decision.” She calmly replied.

“What!?” He gaped at her. “My Carrie would never miss out on this kind of opportunity! This is just some bias against me for being who I am.” He put his hands on her desk and leaned toward her aggressively. “I can assure you I don’t have any sway with UCLA or Berkeley and to cut her out of the performance because you think I do is cruel!”

How dare this entitled prick accuse her or the school of doing anything but supporting these children, including children with ignorant fathers.

“Mr. Wilson.” She stood and leaned on her hands toward him. “With all do respect, which is none.” He flinched at her tone standing back up, away from her. “If you had bothered to talk to Miss Wilson before you came in here to yell at me you would know that one of her band members broke her foot last month and rather than preform without her, she and Miss Taylor have been working with their student advisor Mrs. Harrison organizing and planning the talent show. It’s a huge responsibility and quite frankly I have been extremely proud of her hard work these last few weeks and told her just yesterday I would personally write a letter of recommendation to any university she wanted explaining her part in the showcase.”  

“Oh.” He dropped his eyes, taking another step back. “Um, ok then.” She watched as he seemed to pull his bravo back on like a jacket. “A letter of recommendation from you will be fine, under the circumstances.”

It took everything in her not to roll her eyes and reply with, ‘you think?’. She nodded and sat back down, “If that was all Mr. Wilson.” She dropped her eyes to her desk and gathered some random papers in front of her refraining from actually telling him to get out. “I have a school to run.”

“Yes, yes, well.” He stuttered. She could have sworn she heard him open his mouth again to say something but when she glanced up all she saw was the door closing behind him.

She waited till he was all the way out of the office before picking up the phone. “Harrison, we’re gonna need a full pitcher of margaritas tonight at the planning meeting.”

“What’s happened now?” She sighed.

“Trevor Wilson.”

“Say no more.” She snickered. “I’ll have the drinks chilled and the chips and dip ready when you get there.”

“Don’t tell the others.” She whispered. “But you’re my favorite.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She could almost see Harrison shaking her head. “Get back to principling. It’s not even lunch time yet.”

“Don’t remind me.” She sighed. “Good luck with the seniors this afternoon.”

“We may need two pitchers tonight.”

She laughed as they both hung up without saying goodbye. They rarely did. On days like today, with the Trevor Wilson’s of the world trying to make her feel like she wasn’t enough for these kids one phone call to her best friend was all she needed to get her head back on straight.

The sound of a banjo echoing through the halls pulled her out of her thoughts and she shook her head and sighed pressing the intercom on her desk. “Helen, would you step out in the hall and tell Mr. Peters he needs to take that to a music room please.”

She laughed. “Sure you don’t want him to just come in here and play?”

Principle Lessa laughed. Helen knew she had a soft spot for country music and Reggie. “Wish I could but I actually do have some work to do.”

It wasn’t an easy job, being the Principle of a Arts focused High School, but she couldn’t imagine doing anything else.  

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UFC 300: Kayla Harrison on UFC Debut, PFL Career, Holly Holm

UFC 300 Press Conference: Kayla Harrison! Check out EA UFC 5: https://amzn.to/49UClZq