Post by MasterEvil on Jan 19, 2018 13:35:10 GMT
act 1
act 2
Standing in front of some kind of large tower, in a location unknown to the camera, is Megan Treamon. In a pair of blue jeans and black hoody with its hood up and black wrestling boots she looks over at the cameraman until the person holding the camera indicated that he is ready to start this promo. So The Emo Princess motions for the camera to start rolling. The cameraman did a five with his hands to indicate a countdown to when the camera is recording. Dead on zero the Purple Haired Dynamo begins to speak.
Megan Treamon: I have been a part of CGFC for over a year now. And, for better or worse, I’m still here…actively taking on any, and every, body who stands across from me both in the cage and in the conference room. Heh…if anything, from the moment I debuted with the world’s most hated hug to my last fight ending with me knocking out the guy who calls me a joke, I always find a way to be both the centre of attention and a target of hate. After all, I have lost count of all the stupid comments people have made about me…hell, judging by the fact people kept trying to call me racist or insult me by my hair…I guess it is fair to say that I’ve made a good enough mark on my haters.
Was calmly spoken by the Englishwoman as she takes a moment to crouch down to the floor. Why so? So she could pick up a replica of the CGFC Divine Championship as she stands back up to let the camera lens fully see the item in question.
Megan Treamon: And while some people seem content on having Titles handed to them – and have their first defence, the chance one has to prove they deserve their belt, against some nobody – because of their past…I am more than content to scratch and claw my way through every fight, either physical or verbal, to build my own legacy. Maybe that is why I am often disliked…I am loud and proud of who I am and, no matter how hard the rest of CGFC tries, nobody had been able to take me out. Hell, the only time I don’t have a match is when the company got sick of me proving my superiority over the rest of the roster.
The Emo Princess dares to boldly declare and even laughs in such an arrogant manner as she drops replica belt on the floor, as if trying to physically show how lowly she views Cage Glory Fighting Championship newest top tier Title.
Megan Treamon: And what wonderful prove of me scratching and clawing for my legacy than this ‘Heart of Battle’ tournament that I found myself inside. Could it be a reward for knocking that guy out at Bloodsport Two? Maybe, maybe not, but I don’t plan on squandering this opportunity like I squandered Dragon’s Rage Two. Who is the person I get to face in the first round? Could it be yet another rematch with the automatic favourite Elena Nguyen? Or maybe a rematch with either Austin Reed or Koto Suzuki?
Nope…
Instead I’m facing some guy calling himself Zion Rogers…
Dismay is written all over the milky skinned woman’s face. Clearly this isn’t the opponent she was expecting, or even hoping, to get.
Megan Treamon: But I don’t plan on underestimating him, like I bet many have done with me. After all, he has the proper training and possess the size advantage over me. But then again…who in CGFC, other than me, hasn’t had ‘proper training’? And, last time I checked, I’ve yet to have a fight against someone smaller than me. Yet here I stand with a win-loss record of twelve to five while Zion is entering this bout, his very first fight in CGFC, with only one victory and one defeat.
Her words trailed off at the end as it becomes obvious the Englishwoman has just realised something that momentarily distracts her from what she may or may not be trying to say.
Megan Treamon: Really? Only two fights…is that all this guy has had? It looks like I wasn’t underestimating Zion at all. If anything I was just simply saying the truth when I was going to say that I’m going to be the one who leaves the cage as the winner. No, I neither idiotic nor egotistical enough to declare how I’m going to win…instead I’m just going to say this, so – if you’re watching, Zion Rogers – please pay attention to this little ‘heart to heart’. You can be stronger than me, faster than me even use every boxing trick in the book on me…none of that will happen as in the end, no matter what you do, I’ll outlast you and leave victorious.
Why is that? Why have I, a professional wrestler, not only survived but also thrived over a year in the world of mixed martial arts? Why was I able to take the failure known as Dragon’s Rage Two and bounce back to having a respectable success rate? And why I’m not only going to beat you at New Horizon, but also win the entire Heart of Battle tournament? You want to know why, Zion?
It is all because of one word…one name…one thing.
A thing that no one across the entire CGFC, let alone in this tournament, has more than me.
That word?
Throughout her words Miss Treamon seems more serious and even takes a moment to walk over to the camera and pull it close enough so that the device can only see the female’s face.
Megan Treamon: Heart.
With that one worded answer Megan let’s go of the camera and walks past, leaving the camera operator to raise the recording device up to see that the tower in question is none other than The Fernsehturm.
Megan Treamon: I have been a part of CGFC for over a year now. And, for better or worse, I’m still here…actively taking on any, and every, body who stands across from me both in the cage and in the conference room. Heh…if anything, from the moment I debuted with the world’s most hated hug to my last fight ending with me knocking out the guy who calls me a joke, I always find a way to be both the centre of attention and a target of hate. After all, I have lost count of all the stupid comments people have made about me…hell, judging by the fact people kept trying to call me racist or insult me by my hair…I guess it is fair to say that I’ve made a good enough mark on my haters.
Was calmly spoken by the Englishwoman as she takes a moment to crouch down to the floor. Why so? So she could pick up a replica of the CGFC Divine Championship as she stands back up to let the camera lens fully see the item in question.
Megan Treamon: And while some people seem content on having Titles handed to them – and have their first defence, the chance one has to prove they deserve their belt, against some nobody – because of their past…I am more than content to scratch and claw my way through every fight, either physical or verbal, to build my own legacy. Maybe that is why I am often disliked…I am loud and proud of who I am and, no matter how hard the rest of CGFC tries, nobody had been able to take me out. Hell, the only time I don’t have a match is when the company got sick of me proving my superiority over the rest of the roster.
The Emo Princess dares to boldly declare and even laughs in such an arrogant manner as she drops replica belt on the floor, as if trying to physically show how lowly she views Cage Glory Fighting Championship newest top tier Title.
Megan Treamon: And what wonderful prove of me scratching and clawing for my legacy than this ‘Heart of Battle’ tournament that I found myself inside. Could it be a reward for knocking that guy out at Bloodsport Two? Maybe, maybe not, but I don’t plan on squandering this opportunity like I squandered Dragon’s Rage Two. Who is the person I get to face in the first round? Could it be yet another rematch with the automatic favourite Elena Nguyen? Or maybe a rematch with either Austin Reed or Koto Suzuki?
Nope…
Instead I’m facing some guy calling himself Zion Rogers…
Dismay is written all over the milky skinned woman’s face. Clearly this isn’t the opponent she was expecting, or even hoping, to get.
Megan Treamon: But I don’t plan on underestimating him, like I bet many have done with me. After all, he has the proper training and possess the size advantage over me. But then again…who in CGFC, other than me, hasn’t had ‘proper training’? And, last time I checked, I’ve yet to have a fight against someone smaller than me. Yet here I stand with a win-loss record of twelve to five while Zion is entering this bout, his very first fight in CGFC, with only one victory and one defeat.
Her words trailed off at the end as it becomes obvious the Englishwoman has just realised something that momentarily distracts her from what she may or may not be trying to say.
Megan Treamon: Really? Only two fights…is that all this guy has had? It looks like I wasn’t underestimating Zion at all. If anything I was just simply saying the truth when I was going to say that I’m going to be the one who leaves the cage as the winner. No, I neither idiotic nor egotistical enough to declare how I’m going to win…instead I’m just going to say this, so – if you’re watching, Zion Rogers – please pay attention to this little ‘heart to heart’. You can be stronger than me, faster than me even use every boxing trick in the book on me…none of that will happen as in the end, no matter what you do, I’ll outlast you and leave victorious.
Why is that? Why have I, a professional wrestler, not only survived but also thrived over a year in the world of mixed martial arts? Why was I able to take the failure known as Dragon’s Rage Two and bounce back to having a respectable success rate? And why I’m not only going to beat you at New Horizon, but also win the entire Heart of Battle tournament? You want to know why, Zion?
It is all because of one word…one name…one thing.
A thing that no one across the entire CGFC, let alone in this tournament, has more than me.
That word?
Throughout her words Miss Treamon seems more serious and even takes a moment to walk over to the camera and pull it close enough so that the device can only see the female’s face.
Megan Treamon: Heart.
With that one worded answer Megan let’s go of the camera and walks past, leaving the camera operator to raise the recording device up to see that the tower in question is none other than The Fernsehturm.
act 2
"Enemy" by Blue Stahli and Bullet of Reason blast into the conference room as Megan Treamon emerges from the back of the room, flanked by the other co-members of their own founded TEAM TREAMON. She gives off a smirk towards her two friends. The taller of which reveals a remote in his hand and presses a button, causing confetti to rain down all over the conference room as the three begin to head straight through the flood of interviewers and cameramen, the two men making sure none of them could get physically close to the loudmouthed Englishwoman.
It was only when the trio arrive at the table that the confetti stops pouring out, though the desk and most the floor are coated in the golden fabric, and the music slowly quiets down. The three turn to face the press and the tall, semi-red haired, male lifts the remote up and presses a separate button. This causes an echoing boom as a gigantic purple banner falls down from the ceiling but stops just before touching the ground, the top of said banner still being held up by something on the ceiling. How this banner, with a large blue “#ReBirth” brazen across it, not only covers the desk but also prevents anyone from the press to see any of the fighters that have been in the room the entire time. Boldness, cockiness or rudeness?
MEGAN TREAMON: New Horizon...what a fitting name, don't you think?
The two men nod in agreement before she continues.
MEGAN TREAMON: After all, beyond the horizon is a new day, a new time and even new Champions...like consider the main eventing woman for example. The fact she was handed a new Championship because she was holding a Championship she rarely defended. Or maybe consider the amazing talent who is currently the Dragon Champion. But then there is something else that is new...Heart of Battle. A tournament that really defines who really has the heart for this...and who is only here to boost their own ego...obviously, by the latter, I mean that boxing reject Zion Rogers. Funny how people give me shit for wrestling yet don't give him any shit at all. At least my profession actually involves more than punches.
The tree of them chuckle at the joking manner she said her last sentence before she decides to continue onward.
MEGAN TREAMON: But I ain't here to joke. I'm simply here to mention that, though I expect Zion to give me one hell of a fight, I will be the one who goes through to the very next round of this tournament. Not him. This is not because of any bitter feeling towards him, or against any of my haters...at Dragon's Rage Two I entered with enough arrogance to fill this room...and I choked when it actually mattered. I let myself down badly, probably one of the worse feelings I've ever had last year. But for that I need to prove to all these haters that, either I'm a showboat or a controversial bitch, I do have the heart to not just survive but to thrive and conquer here as there is something that means more than any speed, power or training. And that is having the, similar to the name of this tournament, Heart to Battle and, love me or hate me, before this tournament is over...I will show you all why you should never doubt my heart.
After saying her words "Enemy" loudly plays out again as the three begin to head out the building the same way they came in, through the flood of press. Not only leaving with less arrogant sounding words spoken than usual but also with a massive banner preventing any camera from seeing the rest of the fighters.
It was only when the trio arrive at the table that the confetti stops pouring out, though the desk and most the floor are coated in the golden fabric, and the music slowly quiets down. The three turn to face the press and the tall, semi-red haired, male lifts the remote up and presses a separate button. This causes an echoing boom as a gigantic purple banner falls down from the ceiling but stops just before touching the ground, the top of said banner still being held up by something on the ceiling. How this banner, with a large blue “#ReBirth” brazen across it, not only covers the desk but also prevents anyone from the press to see any of the fighters that have been in the room the entire time. Boldness, cockiness or rudeness?
MEGAN TREAMON: New Horizon...what a fitting name, don't you think?
The two men nod in agreement before she continues.
MEGAN TREAMON: After all, beyond the horizon is a new day, a new time and even new Champions...like consider the main eventing woman for example. The fact she was handed a new Championship because she was holding a Championship she rarely defended. Or maybe consider the amazing talent who is currently the Dragon Champion. But then there is something else that is new...Heart of Battle. A tournament that really defines who really has the heart for this...and who is only here to boost their own ego...obviously, by the latter, I mean that boxing reject Zion Rogers. Funny how people give me shit for wrestling yet don't give him any shit at all. At least my profession actually involves more than punches.
The tree of them chuckle at the joking manner she said her last sentence before she decides to continue onward.
MEGAN TREAMON: But I ain't here to joke. I'm simply here to mention that, though I expect Zion to give me one hell of a fight, I will be the one who goes through to the very next round of this tournament. Not him. This is not because of any bitter feeling towards him, or against any of my haters...at Dragon's Rage Two I entered with enough arrogance to fill this room...and I choked when it actually mattered. I let myself down badly, probably one of the worse feelings I've ever had last year. But for that I need to prove to all these haters that, either I'm a showboat or a controversial bitch, I do have the heart to not just survive but to thrive and conquer here as there is something that means more than any speed, power or training. And that is having the, similar to the name of this tournament, Heart to Battle and, love me or hate me, before this tournament is over...I will show you all why you should never doubt my heart.
After saying her words "Enemy" loudly plays out again as the three begin to head out the building the same way they came in, through the flood of press. Not only leaving with less arrogant sounding words spoken than usual but also with a massive banner preventing any camera from seeing the rest of the fighters.