Post by MasterEvil on Nov 19, 2017 1:28:06 GMT
It seems that, no matter what she does one Megan Treamon can’t seem to avoid being the subject of others. Not only has her opponent, Fizz Raab, spoken about the Purple Haired Dynamo but Austin Reed, the person she defeated at the last MLC event, also decides to spend most of his time talking about her instead of his upcoming fight with Reno Nevada. Yet it seems that none of their words are having any effect on the Purple Haired Dynamo at all as instead of showing any sign of acknowledgement the milky skinned fighter is looking at a single piece of paper. Not once batting an eyelid towards any of those who have already spoken nor how bruised her right arm still is since getting it attacked a month ago. However it was only when Fizz has finished her words that The Emo Princess finally lowers the paper down onto the table in front of her before slowly leaning forward to be close to a microphone at the end of it.
MEGAN TREAMON: I’d personally want to begin with this…
The Englishwoman slowly rolls her head over to look at Fizz, finally taking off her headphones while doing so.
MEGAN TREAMON: Welcome to MLC Fizz.
Those surprisingly nice sounding words brought some applause from the floods of media in attendance.
MEGAN TREAMON: But I ain’t sorry for what I’ve said about the piece of crap that is your husband.
Now those were the kind of words that we were expecting from The Emo Princess as she looks back out towards the mountains of cameras with a slight smirk, as if proud of what she just said.
MEGAN TREAMON: For we’re only here for our own little fight. Me, Miss Inconsistent, versus one Fizz Raab…the woman who, unlike myself, has the training from proper MMA coaches and even got invited into being part of some ‘Tide of Blood’ team. I guess having at least somebody from each of them being a father to one of your children has its perks, right Fizz? Heh…cheap shot someone dares to say? Well when I knock her silly with shot after shot, throw her to the ground with my expertise in amateur wrestling or even brutalise her with my savagery-
The milky skinned fighter indicates to her right eye and even silently pretends to be blind, as if mocking Austin.
MEGAN TREAMON:-then will you be thinking that my upcoming victory is cheap? Silence is the answer, just like silence will probably be what will greet me in the cage after I stun every person in attendance with the laceration, obliteration and complete decimation of poor little Fizz. She thinks she can make me tap out? How cute…stupid but cute. However you do have something right, Fizz. If you beat me then it would be classed as a massive upset…however ‘if’ is the keyword for that sentence as this country’s national footba-sorry, Americans usually gets the name wrong, soccer team has more chances of winning this upcoming FIFA World Cup than you ever have of defeating me once you’ve entered the cage. Hell, it should be a massive achievement on it own if you manage to prevent your MLC debut from turning into a MMA nightmare.
Sharply leaves the Englishwoman’s lips and she moves her headphones back onto her head.
MEGAN TREAMON: I will wish you the best of luck with surviving this baptism by fire that I’ll turn the cage into, Fizz. For, if you don’t find a way to stop me, I will personally make you drown in the flames.
Venomously shoots out from Megan’s lips as immediately afterwards she shoots up to her feet, surprising both members of the media and security. Yet, probably to the surprise of them again, instead of making a move towards her upcoming opponent…Megan actually walks off the stage and heads off towards the exit.
MEGAN TREAMON: I’d personally want to begin with this…
The Englishwoman slowly rolls her head over to look at Fizz, finally taking off her headphones while doing so.
MEGAN TREAMON: Welcome to MLC Fizz.
Those surprisingly nice sounding words brought some applause from the floods of media in attendance.
MEGAN TREAMON: But I ain’t sorry for what I’ve said about the piece of crap that is your husband.
Now those were the kind of words that we were expecting from The Emo Princess as she looks back out towards the mountains of cameras with a slight smirk, as if proud of what she just said.
MEGAN TREAMON: For we’re only here for our own little fight. Me, Miss Inconsistent, versus one Fizz Raab…the woman who, unlike myself, has the training from proper MMA coaches and even got invited into being part of some ‘Tide of Blood’ team. I guess having at least somebody from each of them being a father to one of your children has its perks, right Fizz? Heh…cheap shot someone dares to say? Well when I knock her silly with shot after shot, throw her to the ground with my expertise in amateur wrestling or even brutalise her with my savagery-
The milky skinned fighter indicates to her right eye and even silently pretends to be blind, as if mocking Austin.
MEGAN TREAMON:-then will you be thinking that my upcoming victory is cheap? Silence is the answer, just like silence will probably be what will greet me in the cage after I stun every person in attendance with the laceration, obliteration and complete decimation of poor little Fizz. She thinks she can make me tap out? How cute…stupid but cute. However you do have something right, Fizz. If you beat me then it would be classed as a massive upset…however ‘if’ is the keyword for that sentence as this country’s national footba-sorry, Americans usually gets the name wrong, soccer team has more chances of winning this upcoming FIFA World Cup than you ever have of defeating me once you’ve entered the cage. Hell, it should be a massive achievement on it own if you manage to prevent your MLC debut from turning into a MMA nightmare.
Sharply leaves the Englishwoman’s lips and she moves her headphones back onto her head.
MEGAN TREAMON: I will wish you the best of luck with surviving this baptism by fire that I’ll turn the cage into, Fizz. For, if you don’t find a way to stop me, I will personally make you drown in the flames.
Venomously shoots out from Megan’s lips as immediately afterwards she shoots up to her feet, surprising both members of the media and security. Yet, probably to the surprise of them again, instead of making a move towards her upcoming opponent…Megan actually walks off the stage and heads off towards the exit.