Post by MasterEvil on Apr 21, 2018 9:27:01 GMT
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Before any interviewer could ask a question the milky skinned Englishwoman known as Megan Treamon stands up from her table with on her face, revealing some kind of handheld microphone in her right hand.
Megan Treamon: Heya people of Rio de Janeiro. Megan Treamon here and it is my privilege and honour to be in the same city I got my first cage match in...
The Emo Princess starts with a soft smile.
Megan Treamon: And I'll be more than happy to show my appreciation by handing dear Steven A Magnum his first ever taste of defeat in front of all of you. But hey, let's see what the so-called "Baby Faced Killer" thinks.
She states while moving across until standing in front of Steven's place and choosing to sit down upon the table in a way that covers the entire left hand side of the American.
Megan Treamon: Hey Stevie, are you alright with me calling you that?
Without waiting for an answer the young Brit looks back towards the flood of media.
Megan Treamon: Of course he is-
She looks back towards the male.
Megan Treamon:-so Stevie, how does it feel to not only know that I'm going to be the one who leaves Brazil the winner, but also to have said conquerer in your face with you lacking the balls to do anything about it?
She mockingly ask with a fearless smirk upon her face.
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'you will get all the answer you need when I am choking you out'
The twenty-three year old so badly wants to speak back to the man she is pretending to interview yet, out of all people, Jason Jackson forces himself between them - shoving Miss Treamon off the desk she was sitting on in the process - before berating her for antics that she have been doing at almost every conference she has been in. Though heading back to her table The Emo Princess did take a moment to pause and look back towards her trainer with a murderous glance before finally getting back to her seat. While others spoke onward and onward, from the confident Jett to her trainer once more, the Englishwoman kept quiet as she looks blankly out towards the flood of interviewers and camera operators.
Megan Treamon: So can I carry on? Since I really want to do is get a few things off my chest...
The Englishwoman chooses the moment Jackson sits himself down, specifically after 'I think that about covers it. Carry on' leaves his lips, to speak out. However, instead of waiting for permission, the milky skinned woman looks her glance further down the room...back towards Mister Magnum.
Megan Treamon: 'One moment their fighters are talking about helping young fighters get a chance, talking about the respect they have for their fellow fighters. The next moment, they say you got no balls'...
Trails from her lips.
Megan Treamon: How stupid are you? I have never once spoke about respect at all. We have spoken about triangles and octagons but never once respect...but if you're too square to understand then allow me to explain something to you so your pitiful brain can finally come full circle...
She looks over towards the media flooding the conference room.
Megan Treamon: Shape humour.
She returns her look back over towards Steven.
Megan Treamon: First thing to explain, my words and beliefs are mine and mine alone, so there was no morphing involved...especially considering that I've been like that since day one. So there is no need to belittle Slaughta, even if you weren't good enough for them. Secondly I don't seek to be intimidating, if anything if you got intimidated by me - one of the smallest people here - then you'd be simply a pussy...which could explain why you're so desperate to hit on interviewers or kiss up to Jason on social media...to make yourself look like a real man. Well sorry for the emasculation that'll take place at Origins...if such a thing is even going to be needed.
While saying her words the Purple Haired Dynamo raises from her chair and moves back around her table. Maybe she enjoys playing with fire?
Megan Treamon: But onto respect...
Her eyes sharpen a little.
Megan Treamon: Do you think I should be respectful? Why should I? What have you done to earn my respect? You got a lucky choke...is that worth respecting? What about entering the cage for the very first time with no one willing to train you or no gym willing to let you train there, no matter how much begging or money is involved, and not only lasting to the end but also emerging victorious? Isn't that worth an ounce of respect? Don't answer that Stevie. For here is some information about me. I've been here for almost two years, clearly out of my depth when I started while - instead of offering a single finger of help - everyone wasted no time in telling me how much I didn't belong to be here and how much they wanted me gone. Today...I still get said words, even though I am still here and fighting as hard - if not harder - than the vast majority of people in this room. But do I ask, or even demand, respect?
The milky skinned woman bends down to rest her elbows on the table, making sure her face was looking solely at Steven's own.
Megan Treamon: No. Because, from day one all the way to this day, I know that nobody here respects me. So why should I be expected to give you any respect? If you somehow defeat me inside the cage then maybe, just maybe, I can bring myself to barely respect you. Or you could end up getting moody because your inevitable defeat and end up becoming yet another failure of life...be it either hooked up on drugs or inside a prison cell.
The Englishwoman produces a smirk as she reaches one hand into one of the back pockets of her jeans to pull out a photograph. A nearby camera zooms in to see that it is a picture of Jamal, her opponent's brother.
Megan Treamon: It's so easy to get a picture if you look hard enough through the papers...not that it's hard to find when using keywords like 'druggie', 'disappointment' and 'loser'.
She mentions with more of a smirk as she places the picture flat down on the table in front of Magnum.
Megan Treamon: It's funny actually. In life you either have to take control or find yourself controlled, I've found that out the hard way...but in this situation didn't Jamie - or was it Jackie? Oh no, it was Jamal - find himself being controlled the entire time? From being stupid enough to be involved in a drug bust to having his dying moments in the hands, or better put fingertips, of someone else?
The cockiness in her smirk grew as she stands herself up straight before suddenly plunging a stiletto switchblade directly between the eyes of Jamal's picture.
Megan Treamon: Or how he found himself getting into that last situation in the first place. Heh...it's quite funny...while a stabbing may be the only way you can properly eliminate someone in prison, I personally prefer stabbings over gunshots. Why is that? Well, to quote The Joker...'guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little… emotions. In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are.' So...while you may or may not see this Jamal boy as some kind of good kid, the person who stabbed him knows him a lot more than you ever would. So why not - after I'm done bashing your head in - go off to that prison, find out who was the stabber and ask him what kind of person your brother really was? But a warning, for I already know the answer, he'll most likely say that this Jamal you may or may not miss is nothing more than a weak, pathetic, little coward who lacks any shred of dignity...even in his final moments.
The young Brit pulls the knife out from the picture and turns her back on Stevie.
Megan Treamon: Not that you'll have any dignity either once I get my hand raised up in victory.
Miss Treamon boldly declares, not even looking back at her opponent to say said words, before walking away...only to stop in front of Jason Jackson and place the knife down in front of his kicked up feet.
Megan Treamon: You forget to get this back from Dragon's Rage Two...
The milky skinned woman mentioned with a cheerful smile, as if she didn't just say the vile about Steven Magnum's brother, before going back to her seat. Once there she sits down and pull out a Nintendo Switch before starting to play some game on silent, switching her attention off from the conference in the process.
Today’s location is a dark hallway inside an empty building during a cold night. This building must have obviously hosted some comic con, or at least a Brazilian comic event of some kind, earlier today since the stalls are all still up. The biggest stall is at the furthest end of the building…well I guess you could call it a stage instead of a stall since that is where the famous, or simply popular, person who made each comic franchise would stand and say something honestly dull or fabricate some story about how they came from absolutely nothing just to get more mindless drools to buy their comics. Back the back of this stage is a massive red box yet standing in front of this very box is the Emo Princess herself, Megan Treamon.
A few weeks ago Megan managed to score her first victory of the year, in her homeland of England out of all places, by delivering a technical knockout to one Edgar Malcovich. Clearly she must have improved somewhat since being invited by Jason Jackson to be part of his Slaughterhouse Oahu team, a few weeks beforehand. Clearly CGFC must think this as well as they’ve booked her into a fight against the already rising Steven Magnum. However the Englishwoman seems more relaxed than worried as she lowers down the book that happens to be in her right hand.
“So I guess that I’m going to be your opponent now Steven Magnum.”
She started, as if knowing that she is being recorded and is expecting her opponent to actually watch this video. Arrogance perhaps?
“I will admit though that you definitely had a somewhat impressive first fight, not only achieving victory over the likes of Timothy Wright but also getting said victory over him through a submission. So now, for his second match, he gets to face me…should I be scared? After all, before that fight, Timothy used his whole foot height and almost hundred pound weight advantage to beat me in the middle of Japan. So, by some kind of logic, people are already expecting you to be by far the favourite. After all, how long have you been trained by an actual professional? Much longer than me I bet. So obviously that is another reason why many people not only expect you to beat me in this city of Rio de Janeiro but also use this match to catapult himself onto greater things…”
Though the words themselves could sound either complementary or worried…those very words left the Emo Princess’ lips in a mocking manner, as if not taking her upcoming opponent as seriously as one should. We get a little closer to find out that the Englishwoman’s eyes are completely closed as she manages to turn her head to properly face us with a smirk upon her youthful face.
“But those people would all be wrong.”
With those words Miss Treamon opens her eyes. Her silvery blue irises further portraying the confidence laced within her voice.
“For while this may be the second time that you’re entering a fight, Steven, this isn’t the second – let alone first – time I’ve been in this kind of situation. Facing off against someone with high prospects, against someone who I heard have a bright and against someone who has since been in either Championship, contendership or both kinds of matches. They both entered the cage with much more professional training than I have, back then and even now…and guess what happened? I busted the first one open and suplexed them to victory while I ended up getting a technical knockout over the other. So when I jokingly called myself a ‘Rookie Beater’ on social media I guess said name as a little merit. But please promise me this, Steven…when I beat you at Origins…don’t use your lack of experience as an excuse…
For such an excuse is bullshit. Yes, you are only entering your second bout while there are only three people in CGFC that has more been in more fights than me. But how long have you been trained by this George Parker or even the late Jackson Magnum, before this bout? A hell of a lot more than I’ve trained as part of Slaughterhouse Oahu…and even then I know Jason isn’t pushing me as hard as he pushes the others for I know that he believes I am not as worth it as his other students. Hell, it was only a few months ago that I was referred to as a joke of a fighter.
So maybe that’s why I’m arro…no, why I’m so confident about fighting you Steven. People expect me to just simply be some wrestler trying to be a fighter while they all expect you to be a true great, a future legend even, let alone defeat me. So you can go molest some bird on social media all you like, everyone knows that all the expectations is on you and you alone. So you better make sure you don’t let the mist of expectation block your sight, Steve…or else I could end up being the iceberg who rips your attempt of an unsinkable career in half.”
Her voice continues to sound confidently arrogant throughout her words…yet it seems to be near the end of them that her voice adopts a more predatory tone. Her facial expression meanwhile shows a playful sense of childishness than something sinister, as if viewing the idea of ripping her opponent in half as more of a game than a form of assault. However moments later her smile erodes and finds itself replaced by a look of realisation as she slams her book down on top of the book behind her.
“Oh, look at the time, I better get back to setting this room up. You see I’m getting this hall ready for an event I’ve planned for the children at my orphanage to have fun with tomorrow, so I’m going to have to end this recording here…okay? Oh? You didn’t know that I founded, and currently own as well as finance, an orphanage? Well let’s just say that looks can be deceiving. Oh don’t worry Steven…
I’ll make extra sure you learn that once the cage door shuts.”
A smile returns to Megan’s lips as, after saying her still confident words, the Purple Haired Dynamo steps off the stage and heads off in the direction of a pile of storage boxes. Leaving us with a final image of the now empty stage before everything fades to black.
A few weeks ago Megan managed to score her first victory of the year, in her homeland of England out of all places, by delivering a technical knockout to one Edgar Malcovich. Clearly she must have improved somewhat since being invited by Jason Jackson to be part of his Slaughterhouse Oahu team, a few weeks beforehand. Clearly CGFC must think this as well as they’ve booked her into a fight against the already rising Steven Magnum. However the Englishwoman seems more relaxed than worried as she lowers down the book that happens to be in her right hand.
“So I guess that I’m going to be your opponent now Steven Magnum.”
She started, as if knowing that she is being recorded and is expecting her opponent to actually watch this video. Arrogance perhaps?
“I will admit though that you definitely had a somewhat impressive first fight, not only achieving victory over the likes of Timothy Wright but also getting said victory over him through a submission. So now, for his second match, he gets to face me…should I be scared? After all, before that fight, Timothy used his whole foot height and almost hundred pound weight advantage to beat me in the middle of Japan. So, by some kind of logic, people are already expecting you to be by far the favourite. After all, how long have you been trained by an actual professional? Much longer than me I bet. So obviously that is another reason why many people not only expect you to beat me in this city of Rio de Janeiro but also use this match to catapult himself onto greater things…”
Though the words themselves could sound either complementary or worried…those very words left the Emo Princess’ lips in a mocking manner, as if not taking her upcoming opponent as seriously as one should. We get a little closer to find out that the Englishwoman’s eyes are completely closed as she manages to turn her head to properly face us with a smirk upon her youthful face.
“But those people would all be wrong.”
With those words Miss Treamon opens her eyes. Her silvery blue irises further portraying the confidence laced within her voice.
“For while this may be the second time that you’re entering a fight, Steven, this isn’t the second – let alone first – time I’ve been in this kind of situation. Facing off against someone with high prospects, against someone who I heard have a bright and against someone who has since been in either Championship, contendership or both kinds of matches. They both entered the cage with much more professional training than I have, back then and even now…and guess what happened? I busted the first one open and suplexed them to victory while I ended up getting a technical knockout over the other. So when I jokingly called myself a ‘Rookie Beater’ on social media I guess said name as a little merit. But please promise me this, Steven…when I beat you at Origins…don’t use your lack of experience as an excuse…
For such an excuse is bullshit. Yes, you are only entering your second bout while there are only three people in CGFC that has more been in more fights than me. But how long have you been trained by this George Parker or even the late Jackson Magnum, before this bout? A hell of a lot more than I’ve trained as part of Slaughterhouse Oahu…and even then I know Jason isn’t pushing me as hard as he pushes the others for I know that he believes I am not as worth it as his other students. Hell, it was only a few months ago that I was referred to as a joke of a fighter.
So maybe that’s why I’m arro…no, why I’m so confident about fighting you Steven. People expect me to just simply be some wrestler trying to be a fighter while they all expect you to be a true great, a future legend even, let alone defeat me. So you can go molest some bird on social media all you like, everyone knows that all the expectations is on you and you alone. So you better make sure you don’t let the mist of expectation block your sight, Steve…or else I could end up being the iceberg who rips your attempt of an unsinkable career in half.”
Her voice continues to sound confidently arrogant throughout her words…yet it seems to be near the end of them that her voice adopts a more predatory tone. Her facial expression meanwhile shows a playful sense of childishness than something sinister, as if viewing the idea of ripping her opponent in half as more of a game than a form of assault. However moments later her smile erodes and finds itself replaced by a look of realisation as she slams her book down on top of the book behind her.
“Oh, look at the time, I better get back to setting this room up. You see I’m getting this hall ready for an event I’ve planned for the children at my orphanage to have fun with tomorrow, so I’m going to have to end this recording here…okay? Oh? You didn’t know that I founded, and currently own as well as finance, an orphanage? Well let’s just say that looks can be deceiving. Oh don’t worry Steven…
I’ll make extra sure you learn that once the cage door shuts.”
A smile returns to Megan’s lips as, after saying her still confident words, the Purple Haired Dynamo steps off the stage and heads off in the direction of a pile of storage boxes. Leaving us with a final image of the now empty stage before everything fades to black.
act 2
It’s the next day, only a few hours after lunch, and now the hall is crammed full with children of various ages running around the place. Some tables have colouring equipment, some have books and some even have video games while around the edges of the hall are adults of various groups. Are they here to adopt perhaps? In the middle of the hall is the stage itself…but with a castle set on it, with children playing with it. However near the stage, sitting opposite each other on bean bag chairs, are a lanky male interviewer and Megan Treamon herself.
“Thank you for sparing me some of your time Megan. I’m sure you have good intentions here but I really need to talk to you about your upcoming fight against Magnum-”
“Why would someone fight an ice cream? Just take a bite and then it’s over, heh.”
“I meant Steven Magnum-”
“Not that there’s a difference when it goes to toughness.”
“I guess that answers the question of how tough you think he is…but with your fight against him coming closer, do you have any thoughts on this bout?”
“Well of course I have thoughts. I’m currently thinking about investing my win bonus into the orphanage after I knock Steven out.”
“So you’re predicting a knockout victory?”
“A victory against Steven? Yes. Knocking him out? Nah, I ain’t going to predict how I’ll win because the moment I do that leverages some of the pressure off him and onto myself…nonono…I know I am going to give Stevie his first defeat inside the cage. Yes he has been trained really bloody hard and made his debut by submitting a guy who previously knocked me out…but on the twenty-seventh I’m going to show everyone that my ReBirth isn’t some phrase by stomping that kid down in this beautiful city of Rio de Janeiro. Don’t believe me? Feel free to doubt – for I already know that he views my trainer or random interviewers as more important than me, his actual opponent – for that’ll further make me happy with my upcoming victory.”
“Aren’t you being afraid that you’re being too confident? Arrogant even?”
The milky skinned woman spends a moment pretending to think of an answer before smiling.
“Nope.”
“Wow, that’s surprisingly blunt of you…but how come you aren’t giving Steven any res-”
“What has he done to get any respect?”
Immediately snaps from The Emo Princess’ mouth as she is no longer smiling at all.
“Other than pretending to be best friends with the current Dragon Champion – who happens to be my trainer by the way – on social media, slipping on a lucky triangle choke for victory and then claiming that he didn’t fully think he was going to win…what has he done to earn anybody respect? Your silence is the answer. And he has the nerves to tell me on Twitter, and I will god damn quote, that he is ‘trembling at the sight of your mediocre talent and record’. Well sorry that nobody wanted to train me, just like how I’m sorry that no team wanted me in the first place or even how I’m sorry that everybody in Caged Glory Fighting Championship wanted me gone from day one.
Sure, many would’ve – and did – run home and never return from this…but no. Not me. Instead I fought, I clawed and I struggle through every-single-day to get my so-called ‘mediocre’ record, which only four other people have done better in terms of victories. I fought rough, I fought tough and sure I had my falls but every time I fell I forced myself right back up to my feet and continued onwards. No one respected me when I started and no one respects me now, even after all the struggles I went through, especially considering the fact that - before roughly a month ago – I wasn’t even getting properly trained…and even when I finally got someone to train me it was only because I verbally challenged him to give me a chance. Nothing to do with respect.
So if I’m respected by no one, even after everything I’ve been through, why should anyone expect me to give Steven Magnum a single ounce of respect? Respect is something that has to be beaten into you and, last time I checked, he has yet to do that.”
She breaths deeply and glances over her shoulder towards the happy children. A soft smile momentarily returned to her face before Miss Treamon returns her sight to the interviewer.
“So no, I don’t respect Steven. I don’t respect the fact he is almost a whole foot taller. Neither do I respect the fact he is almost a while hundred pounds heavier than me and seems capable of going the distance. I will however defeat him. Yeah he can go the distance…but the fact that nearly every fight I’ve been in has ended with a judge’s decision shows that I can last to the very end as well. He can do kickboxing…the first person I fought in CGFC was a kickboxer and I won. And he dares to call himself a Baby Faced Killer, eh? Well…I guess we’ll just have to see how much of a killer this baby will be against a real killer…”
Without even asking if she has said enough the Englishwoman gets up off the chair and heads off towards the children on the stage, leaving the interviewer to look very confused by himself.
“Thank you for sparing me some of your time Megan. I’m sure you have good intentions here but I really need to talk to you about your upcoming fight against Magnum-”
“Why would someone fight an ice cream? Just take a bite and then it’s over, heh.”
“I meant Steven Magnum-”
“Not that there’s a difference when it goes to toughness.”
“I guess that answers the question of how tough you think he is…but with your fight against him coming closer, do you have any thoughts on this bout?”
“Well of course I have thoughts. I’m currently thinking about investing my win bonus into the orphanage after I knock Steven out.”
“So you’re predicting a knockout victory?”
“A victory against Steven? Yes. Knocking him out? Nah, I ain’t going to predict how I’ll win because the moment I do that leverages some of the pressure off him and onto myself…nonono…I know I am going to give Stevie his first defeat inside the cage. Yes he has been trained really bloody hard and made his debut by submitting a guy who previously knocked me out…but on the twenty-seventh I’m going to show everyone that my ReBirth isn’t some phrase by stomping that kid down in this beautiful city of Rio de Janeiro. Don’t believe me? Feel free to doubt – for I already know that he views my trainer or random interviewers as more important than me, his actual opponent – for that’ll further make me happy with my upcoming victory.”
“Aren’t you being afraid that you’re being too confident? Arrogant even?”
The milky skinned woman spends a moment pretending to think of an answer before smiling.
“Nope.”
“Wow, that’s surprisingly blunt of you…but how come you aren’t giving Steven any res-”
“What has he done to get any respect?”
Immediately snaps from The Emo Princess’ mouth as she is no longer smiling at all.
“Other than pretending to be best friends with the current Dragon Champion – who happens to be my trainer by the way – on social media, slipping on a lucky triangle choke for victory and then claiming that he didn’t fully think he was going to win…what has he done to earn anybody respect? Your silence is the answer. And he has the nerves to tell me on Twitter, and I will god damn quote, that he is ‘trembling at the sight of your mediocre talent and record’. Well sorry that nobody wanted to train me, just like how I’m sorry that no team wanted me in the first place or even how I’m sorry that everybody in Caged Glory Fighting Championship wanted me gone from day one.
Sure, many would’ve – and did – run home and never return from this…but no. Not me. Instead I fought, I clawed and I struggle through every-single-day to get my so-called ‘mediocre’ record, which only four other people have done better in terms of victories. I fought rough, I fought tough and sure I had my falls but every time I fell I forced myself right back up to my feet and continued onwards. No one respected me when I started and no one respects me now, even after all the struggles I went through, especially considering the fact that - before roughly a month ago – I wasn’t even getting properly trained…and even when I finally got someone to train me it was only because I verbally challenged him to give me a chance. Nothing to do with respect.
So if I’m respected by no one, even after everything I’ve been through, why should anyone expect me to give Steven Magnum a single ounce of respect? Respect is something that has to be beaten into you and, last time I checked, he has yet to do that.”
She breaths deeply and glances over her shoulder towards the happy children. A soft smile momentarily returned to her face before Miss Treamon returns her sight to the interviewer.
“So no, I don’t respect Steven. I don’t respect the fact he is almost a whole foot taller. Neither do I respect the fact he is almost a while hundred pounds heavier than me and seems capable of going the distance. I will however defeat him. Yeah he can go the distance…but the fact that nearly every fight I’ve been in has ended with a judge’s decision shows that I can last to the very end as well. He can do kickboxing…the first person I fought in CGFC was a kickboxer and I won. And he dares to call himself a Baby Faced Killer, eh? Well…I guess we’ll just have to see how much of a killer this baby will be against a real killer…”
Without even asking if she has said enough the Englishwoman gets up off the chair and heads off towards the children on the stage, leaving the interviewer to look very confused by himself.
act 3
Before any interviewer could ask a question the milky skinned Englishwoman known as Megan Treamon stands up from her table with on her face, revealing some kind of handheld microphone in her right hand.
Megan Treamon: Heya people of Rio de Janeiro. Megan Treamon here and it is my privilege and honour to be in the same city I got my first cage match in...
The Emo Princess starts with a soft smile.
Megan Treamon: And I'll be more than happy to show my appreciation by handing dear Steven A Magnum his first ever taste of defeat in front of all of you. But hey, let's see what the so-called "Baby Faced Killer" thinks.
She states while moving across until standing in front of Steven's place and choosing to sit down upon the table in a way that covers the entire left hand side of the American.
Megan Treamon: Hey Stevie, are you alright with me calling you that?
Without waiting for an answer the young Brit looks back towards the flood of media.
Megan Treamon: Of course he is-
She looks back towards the male.
Megan Treamon:-so Stevie, how does it feel to not only know that I'm going to be the one who leaves Brazil the winner, but also to have said conquerer in your face with you lacking the balls to do anything about it?
She mockingly ask with a fearless smirk upon her face.
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'you will get all the answer you need when I am choking you out'
The twenty-three year old so badly wants to speak back to the man she is pretending to interview yet, out of all people, Jason Jackson forces himself between them - shoving Miss Treamon off the desk she was sitting on in the process - before berating her for antics that she have been doing at almost every conference she has been in. Though heading back to her table The Emo Princess did take a moment to pause and look back towards her trainer with a murderous glance before finally getting back to her seat. While others spoke onward and onward, from the confident Jett to her trainer once more, the Englishwoman kept quiet as she looks blankly out towards the flood of interviewers and camera operators.
Megan Treamon: So can I carry on? Since I really want to do is get a few things off my chest...
The Englishwoman chooses the moment Jackson sits himself down, specifically after 'I think that about covers it. Carry on' leaves his lips, to speak out. However, instead of waiting for permission, the milky skinned woman looks her glance further down the room...back towards Mister Magnum.
Megan Treamon: 'One moment their fighters are talking about helping young fighters get a chance, talking about the respect they have for their fellow fighters. The next moment, they say you got no balls'...
Trails from her lips.
Megan Treamon: How stupid are you? I have never once spoke about respect at all. We have spoken about triangles and octagons but never once respect...but if you're too square to understand then allow me to explain something to you so your pitiful brain can finally come full circle...
She looks over towards the media flooding the conference room.
Megan Treamon: Shape humour.
She returns her look back over towards Steven.
Megan Treamon: First thing to explain, my words and beliefs are mine and mine alone, so there was no morphing involved...especially considering that I've been like that since day one. So there is no need to belittle Slaughta, even if you weren't good enough for them. Secondly I don't seek to be intimidating, if anything if you got intimidated by me - one of the smallest people here - then you'd be simply a pussy...which could explain why you're so desperate to hit on interviewers or kiss up to Jason on social media...to make yourself look like a real man. Well sorry for the emasculation that'll take place at Origins...if such a thing is even going to be needed.
While saying her words the Purple Haired Dynamo raises from her chair and moves back around her table. Maybe she enjoys playing with fire?
Megan Treamon: But onto respect...
Her eyes sharpen a little.
Megan Treamon: Do you think I should be respectful? Why should I? What have you done to earn my respect? You got a lucky choke...is that worth respecting? What about entering the cage for the very first time with no one willing to train you or no gym willing to let you train there, no matter how much begging or money is involved, and not only lasting to the end but also emerging victorious? Isn't that worth an ounce of respect? Don't answer that Stevie. For here is some information about me. I've been here for almost two years, clearly out of my depth when I started while - instead of offering a single finger of help - everyone wasted no time in telling me how much I didn't belong to be here and how much they wanted me gone. Today...I still get said words, even though I am still here and fighting as hard - if not harder - than the vast majority of people in this room. But do I ask, or even demand, respect?
The milky skinned woman bends down to rest her elbows on the table, making sure her face was looking solely at Steven's own.
Megan Treamon: No. Because, from day one all the way to this day, I know that nobody here respects me. So why should I be expected to give you any respect? If you somehow defeat me inside the cage then maybe, just maybe, I can bring myself to barely respect you. Or you could end up getting moody because your inevitable defeat and end up becoming yet another failure of life...be it either hooked up on drugs or inside a prison cell.
The Englishwoman produces a smirk as she reaches one hand into one of the back pockets of her jeans to pull out a photograph. A nearby camera zooms in to see that it is a picture of Jamal, her opponent's brother.
Megan Treamon: It's so easy to get a picture if you look hard enough through the papers...not that it's hard to find when using keywords like 'druggie', 'disappointment' and 'loser'.
She mentions with more of a smirk as she places the picture flat down on the table in front of Magnum.
Megan Treamon: It's funny actually. In life you either have to take control or find yourself controlled, I've found that out the hard way...but in this situation didn't Jamie - or was it Jackie? Oh no, it was Jamal - find himself being controlled the entire time? From being stupid enough to be involved in a drug bust to having his dying moments in the hands, or better put fingertips, of someone else?
The cockiness in her smirk grew as she stands herself up straight before suddenly plunging a stiletto switchblade directly between the eyes of Jamal's picture.
Megan Treamon: Or how he found himself getting into that last situation in the first place. Heh...it's quite funny...while a stabbing may be the only way you can properly eliminate someone in prison, I personally prefer stabbings over gunshots. Why is that? Well, to quote The Joker...'guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little… emotions. In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are.' So...while you may or may not see this Jamal boy as some kind of good kid, the person who stabbed him knows him a lot more than you ever would. So why not - after I'm done bashing your head in - go off to that prison, find out who was the stabber and ask him what kind of person your brother really was? But a warning, for I already know the answer, he'll most likely say that this Jamal you may or may not miss is nothing more than a weak, pathetic, little coward who lacks any shred of dignity...even in his final moments.
The young Brit pulls the knife out from the picture and turns her back on Stevie.
Megan Treamon: Not that you'll have any dignity either once I get my hand raised up in victory.
Miss Treamon boldly declares, not even looking back at her opponent to say said words, before walking away...only to stop in front of Jason Jackson and place the knife down in front of his kicked up feet.
Megan Treamon: You forget to get this back from Dragon's Rage Two...
The milky skinned woman mentioned with a cheerful smile, as if she didn't just say the vile about Steven Magnum's brother, before going back to her seat. Once there she sits down and pull out a Nintendo Switch before starting to play some game on silent, switching her attention off from the conference in the process.