Post by MasterEvil on Dec 28, 2017 13:17:31 GMT
And yet when it seems that another fighter was going to speak up "Enemy" by Blue Stahli and Bullet of Reason loudly blares into the conference room. It doesn't take long to find out where is obnoxiously loud music is coming from as two men enter.
The shorter man is holding a music player over his shoulder, the kind that happens to be blasting this tune out so loudly that nobody could be probably heard, while the one with half red hair is holding a Windows Microsoft Surface Laptop under his arm as they arrive to one of the multiple empty seats on this row of fighters. The one without a tie sets the laptop down on the desk and begins typing something onto it and the other makes the music louder so that nobody could get a word in edgewise. Eventually the taller of the two looks over towards the other and gives him a nod. Taking the hint the shorter male finally stops the music player and places it down next to laptop as the one wearing a jacket turns the laptop around, revealing the face of the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Megan Treamon.
MEGAN TREAMON: Hey there guys. Sorry that I can't be there in person but I have a wedding to be at tomorrow. So of course I had to make sure that I was here in time for the Hen Night, hehe. But don't worry though, I ain't the type to beg people for "permission" to run away from you wonderful people of the media, so instead I got a couple friends of mine to deliver this recording so that you all have something to talk and write about. You're welcome.
The Englishwoman giggles after saying her words and even gives off a sweet smile before speaking up.
MEGAN TREAMON: Now I have not made any secrets of how much I wanted to be on either of the CGFC shows last month and instead of letting me having a fight against a fighter of their choosing, like I agreed to, they decide to forget about me and hand Koto Suzuki the fight instead. Hm, now I think about it, maybe it can be classed as quite amusing that I've got a fight against the guy who knocked out the opponent I was supposed to have in like ten seconds. Never know though, maybe they are hoping that he could take me out and maybe even injure me like the weaker Jackson brother was not long ago.
A rather cocky laugh departs The Emo Princess' lips after letting more of her verbal venom ooze out.
MEGAN TREAMON: Unfortunately, for the many who can't stand the sight of me - a professional wrestler - doing well at their 'sport', such a result will definitely not happen at Bloodsport Two. For one I know to avoid Koto's kicks...and secondly I ain't stupid enough to underestimate the experience edge he clearly has over me. Our bout will mark his twentieth fight, which itself can be seen as quite impressive...if it wasn't for the fact that he has been so fifty-fifty, especially when my upcoming victory marks his tenth defeat thus giving him the perfect fifty percent win rate. Nothing wrong with winning fifty percent of time, especially for an overall average fighter. However, unlike most people who compete here, I am not average. I don't settle for average and I seek for more than average because I am better than most people who are sitting in this room. Don't believe me? Heh, I guarantee you that I will last a hell of a lot longer than ten seconds. If anything one should be asking Suzuki if he's sure that he can last ten seconds against me.
The young Brit chuckles once more.
MEGAN TREAMON: But how can I be so certain? Because, throughout the past six months, I have been so mentally out of it - from bounties to my own daughter being stolen - that I could never keep myself fully focused on my fights. Yet now the bounty hunters are gone, I've gotten my little girl back and my right forearm has finally, fully, recovered from the severe bruising it got a couple months ago. So here is a question for Suzuki to ponder. Look back at what I've accomplished in the past few months, from my numerous victories to the time I took the current Dragon Champion all the way to a decision...if I can achieve all of that when I'm nowhere near one hundred percent...
The two men neaten their tops while Japanese subtitles appear underneath the milky skinned woman's face. Maybe Miss Treamon wants Suzuki to fully understand her next few words?
MEGAN TREAMON: What can I do to you in the cage, Koto, when I am at last at one hundred percent.
Firmly left the lips of the Englishwoman as, not long after them, the screen snaps off to blankness. At this the shorter man picks the music player back up and obnoxiously have "Enemy" blare out once again as the other man turns the laptop back around to type on it a few times before closing it and holding it underneath his arm. Without giving any of the other fighters, or even members of the media flocking the room like sheep, a momentary glance the two men walk off, leaving everyone in the room to listen to the music until it finally becomes too quiet to hear anymore.
The shorter man is holding a music player over his shoulder, the kind that happens to be blasting this tune out so loudly that nobody could be probably heard, while the one with half red hair is holding a Windows Microsoft Surface Laptop under his arm as they arrive to one of the multiple empty seats on this row of fighters. The one without a tie sets the laptop down on the desk and begins typing something onto it and the other makes the music louder so that nobody could get a word in edgewise. Eventually the taller of the two looks over towards the other and gives him a nod. Taking the hint the shorter male finally stops the music player and places it down next to laptop as the one wearing a jacket turns the laptop around, revealing the face of the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Megan Treamon.
MEGAN TREAMON: Hey there guys. Sorry that I can't be there in person but I have a wedding to be at tomorrow. So of course I had to make sure that I was here in time for the Hen Night, hehe. But don't worry though, I ain't the type to beg people for "permission" to run away from you wonderful people of the media, so instead I got a couple friends of mine to deliver this recording so that you all have something to talk and write about. You're welcome.
The Englishwoman giggles after saying her words and even gives off a sweet smile before speaking up.
MEGAN TREAMON: Now I have not made any secrets of how much I wanted to be on either of the CGFC shows last month and instead of letting me having a fight against a fighter of their choosing, like I agreed to, they decide to forget about me and hand Koto Suzuki the fight instead. Hm, now I think about it, maybe it can be classed as quite amusing that I've got a fight against the guy who knocked out the opponent I was supposed to have in like ten seconds. Never know though, maybe they are hoping that he could take me out and maybe even injure me like the weaker Jackson brother was not long ago.
A rather cocky laugh departs The Emo Princess' lips after letting more of her verbal venom ooze out.
MEGAN TREAMON: Unfortunately, for the many who can't stand the sight of me - a professional wrestler - doing well at their 'sport', such a result will definitely not happen at Bloodsport Two. For one I know to avoid Koto's kicks...and secondly I ain't stupid enough to underestimate the experience edge he clearly has over me. Our bout will mark his twentieth fight, which itself can be seen as quite impressive...if it wasn't for the fact that he has been so fifty-fifty, especially when my upcoming victory marks his tenth defeat thus giving him the perfect fifty percent win rate. Nothing wrong with winning fifty percent of time, especially for an overall average fighter. However, unlike most people who compete here, I am not average. I don't settle for average and I seek for more than average because I am better than most people who are sitting in this room. Don't believe me? Heh, I guarantee you that I will last a hell of a lot longer than ten seconds. If anything one should be asking Suzuki if he's sure that he can last ten seconds against me.
The young Brit chuckles once more.
MEGAN TREAMON: But how can I be so certain? Because, throughout the past six months, I have been so mentally out of it - from bounties to my own daughter being stolen - that I could never keep myself fully focused on my fights. Yet now the bounty hunters are gone, I've gotten my little girl back and my right forearm has finally, fully, recovered from the severe bruising it got a couple months ago. So here is a question for Suzuki to ponder. Look back at what I've accomplished in the past few months, from my numerous victories to the time I took the current Dragon Champion all the way to a decision...if I can achieve all of that when I'm nowhere near one hundred percent...
The two men neaten their tops while Japanese subtitles appear underneath the milky skinned woman's face. Maybe Miss Treamon wants Suzuki to fully understand her next few words?
MEGAN TREAMON: What can I do to you in the cage, Koto, when I am at last at one hundred percent.
Firmly left the lips of the Englishwoman as, not long after them, the screen snaps off to blankness. At this the shorter man picks the music player back up and obnoxiously have "Enemy" blare out once again as the other man turns the laptop back around to type on it a few times before closing it and holding it underneath his arm. Without giving any of the other fighters, or even members of the media flocking the room like sheep, a momentary glance the two men walk off, leaving everyone in the room to listen to the music until it finally becomes too quiet to hear anymore.