Post by MasterEvil on Oct 25, 2017 15:11:31 GMT
Many people come in, many people walk, and yet there is one person - one English fighter - who has remained there the entire time...the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Megan Treamon. Why hasn't she spoken yet? Because she is currently playing on her Nintendo Switch, the video game in question not being known at the moment. If anything it was because of this that The Emo Princess didn't even notice the incident between Jason Jackson and Brandon Banks, even when they were both pulled away. Being one to be proud of her life as a professional wrestler the sight of the FSW Championship resting on the table in front of her shouldn't be a surprise at all, though the sight of the Premier Fighting Hardcore Championship sitting right next to it might be for those who don't follow her main career path. However the lack of attention the duo Champion is giving this conference is quickly noticed by a rather scrawny male as he speaks up.
Glasses Wearing Interviewer: Excuse me, Megan.
Megan Treamon: Huh?
Her attention seems to be finally taken away from her handheld by the surprised look on her face.
Glasses Wearing Interviewer: You didn't seem as bothered about Jason and Bank's altercation as everyone else here-
Megan Treamon: There was an altercation?
The innocence in The Emo Princess' voice as she asked her question quickly reveals that she has genuinely not noticed anything that has been going on so far today. Similar to her antics on the last CGFC press conference she was at. However, unlike back then, this doesn't seem to amuse the members of the media in this conference as a shorter interviewer speaks up.
Round Interviewer: Why are you even here, Megan? At least your opponent, Edgar Malcovich, seem interested in being here. How are we going to expect him to not crush you when you don't seem to care at al-
Megan Treamon: I do care...
Coldly leaves the young Brit's lips, snapping the round man into silence in the process.
Megan Treamon: I care for Edgar's well-being for, upcoming opponent or not, he does not deserve what I'm going to end up doing to him. Hell, you can even dare to say that what I do to poor Malcovich will be the definition of the very words 'Wreak Havok'.
Sharply leaves the milky skinned woman's lips in a manner that sent chills down the chubby interviewer's spine before a woman of long black hair, which reaches all the way down to just above her lower back, stands up so she could be noticed by the Purple Haired Dynamo.
Female Interviewer: What do you mean you care about his well-being?
Megan Treamon: I mean that I am making sure I don't hurt him too much by distracting myself.
Female Interviewer: How is that help-
Megan Treamon: Because the less distractions I give myself the more I end up thinking about how helpless I, every police officer I've been to between these events and anyone else I ask have been in finding Cheyenne and my kidnapped daughter Sarah!
The purple haired fighter lashes out in a venomous tone of voice as the immediate slamming of her right fist upon the table top made a few jump in shock.
Megan Treamon: So you see by distracting myself...from stupid shit like how it seems that at least two members of the supposed top ten loves slacking off to the condition of my bruised right arm...I'm doing my damn best to not let those thoughts consume me, make me less human and more monster. But if you think that I'm just going to sit here, take claims of not bloody caring and do nothing about it...then you are god damn wrong. But if you want proof so badly, then fine...you'll get your proof in a couple days when I turn the cage around my opponent into a torture chamber.
A soft sigh departs The Emo Princess' lips after finishing her unstable sounding words as both the duo Champion's hands run through her purple hair before she leans forward enough to have the microphone on the table directly in front of her lips.
Megan Treamon: So 'Filthy Angel'...'Detroit Zombie'...'Eddy Poe'...Edgar Malcovich...I'm sorry.
She whispers into the microphone before letting herself fall back onto her chair, picking her Nintendo Switch and losing herself into the game she is playing once again.
Glasses Wearing Interviewer: Excuse me, Megan.
Megan Treamon: Huh?
Her attention seems to be finally taken away from her handheld by the surprised look on her face.
Glasses Wearing Interviewer: You didn't seem as bothered about Jason and Bank's altercation as everyone else here-
Megan Treamon: There was an altercation?
The innocence in The Emo Princess' voice as she asked her question quickly reveals that she has genuinely not noticed anything that has been going on so far today. Similar to her antics on the last CGFC press conference she was at. However, unlike back then, this doesn't seem to amuse the members of the media in this conference as a shorter interviewer speaks up.
Round Interviewer: Why are you even here, Megan? At least your opponent, Edgar Malcovich, seem interested in being here. How are we going to expect him to not crush you when you don't seem to care at al-
Megan Treamon: I do care...
Coldly leaves the young Brit's lips, snapping the round man into silence in the process.
Megan Treamon: I care for Edgar's well-being for, upcoming opponent or not, he does not deserve what I'm going to end up doing to him. Hell, you can even dare to say that what I do to poor Malcovich will be the definition of the very words 'Wreak Havok'.
Sharply leaves the milky skinned woman's lips in a manner that sent chills down the chubby interviewer's spine before a woman of long black hair, which reaches all the way down to just above her lower back, stands up so she could be noticed by the Purple Haired Dynamo.
Female Interviewer: What do you mean you care about his well-being?
Megan Treamon: I mean that I am making sure I don't hurt him too much by distracting myself.
Female Interviewer: How is that help-
Megan Treamon: Because the less distractions I give myself the more I end up thinking about how helpless I, every police officer I've been to between these events and anyone else I ask have been in finding Cheyenne and my kidnapped daughter Sarah!
The purple haired fighter lashes out in a venomous tone of voice as the immediate slamming of her right fist upon the table top made a few jump in shock.
Megan Treamon: So you see by distracting myself...from stupid shit like how it seems that at least two members of the supposed top ten loves slacking off to the condition of my bruised right arm...I'm doing my damn best to not let those thoughts consume me, make me less human and more monster. But if you think that I'm just going to sit here, take claims of not bloody caring and do nothing about it...then you are god damn wrong. But if you want proof so badly, then fine...you'll get your proof in a couple days when I turn the cage around my opponent into a torture chamber.
A soft sigh departs The Emo Princess' lips after finishing her unstable sounding words as both the duo Champion's hands run through her purple hair before she leans forward enough to have the microphone on the table directly in front of her lips.
Megan Treamon: So 'Filthy Angel'...'Detroit Zombie'...'Eddy Poe'...Edgar Malcovich...I'm sorry.
She whispers into the microphone before letting herself fall back onto her chair, picking her Nintendo Switch and losing herself into the game she is playing once again.