Post by MasterEvil on May 31, 2018 0:47:37 GMT
act 1
act 2
The sounds of rolling. The sound of coin falling. And the sound of people rushing for said money. They are the sounds going on inside one of the casinos as outside, sitting on one of the curbs by he ever busy road, is The Emo Princess herself Megan Treamon. Why is she here?
“Seven days to go…seven days until my first contendership fight. Seven days to go until seeing if I’ll ever be good enough to have a shot right now. Seven days to go until the biggest fight of my life. My opponent…BAD ASS…”
She slowly lifts her head up to look at us.
“We’ve both been through the same training camp, for the same amount of time, so I can’t use the idea of having a better trainer to give myself the confidence I had facing Steven Magnum. I’ve watched how he trains, he has seen how I’ve trained and I’m certain that we’ve seen each other’s fights. So this will be the first time I’ll be facing someone who knows everything about me in the cage. So not only is this the most important fight I’ve ever been in…but also going to be the hardest fight I’ve been in yet.
Should I win I could dare to hope I can at last become a Champion here, after two years of scratching and clawing, but should I lose…then I am back where I was before the start of my ReBirth…nowhere.
However I cannot let myself falter before the fight. Nonono. Not only will that disappoint myself…but also my trainer Jason Jackson, my opponent BAD ASS and all the people who care enough to cheer for me when I’ve done nothing to deserves said support. No I ain’t going to falter, I ain’t going crumble and I ain’t going to fade away like I almost did after Dragon’s Rage Two. In seven days I’ll scratch, I’ll claw and I’ll fight on like I’ve never fought on before.”
Determinedly departs from the milky skinned woman’s lips as she slowly pulls a coin out from one of her jean pockets.
“What a place to have our battle though, BAD ASS…for, out of all places, Las Vegas, The gambling capital of the world. Why is this location important to me? Because while people like you and everyone before you sees mixed martial arts as a profession, I see every single day that I’m here as a gamble. I know that I’m the least skilled person in the cage, I know that I am one of the most loathed people in CGFC and I know that half the people that fill out the arenas are not so secretly hoping that I get dismantled by any of you. You are no different from any of them, BAD ASS, and not because of your training but more because of your size and power advantage you clearly have over me.
But I ain’t afraid. I’m use to never being a favourite to win. People thought a similar fate would happen to me at the hands of Steven Magnum and what happened instead? I outlasted him. I beat him. I broke him…so much so that a few days ago he immediately fell over and submitted to the first guy who came walking through the doors. That is a fate I wouldn’t wish to give you, BAD ASS, for – unlike many of my previous opponent – I actually hold some kind of liking to you. You’re fun, you’re enjoyable, you’re someone I could honestly consider as a friend…but if turning you into the second Steven Magnum is what I have to do to hear myself being announced as the winner…then sorry…
But I will do it.”
Her right hand firmly squeezes the coin, momentarily shaking from the intensity behind the grip before she loosens a little.
“Yes I am confident. Not as confident as before but I’m still confident in my chances to win against BAD ASS. Why is that, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question…for most of my victories have come down to one thing…”
She flips the coin with one hand and catches it with the other but instead of checking the result of said flip her eyes sharpens.
“Chance. By chance I manage to last to the very end of my fights, no matter how hard they try and fail to keep me down. By chance I survive their great assault and launch perfectly precise counterattacks. And by chance get awarded victory by the judges. Don’t believe me BAD ASS? Look back on the vast majority of victories I’ve achieved here in CGFC and then you’ll realise that the best chance you have at defeating is to knock me out of make me submit before the final bell rings…but that’s why I know that I will win in seven days’ time…”
She stands up from the curb and reveal to us the heads side of the coin she previously flipped.
“Because no one likes your chances of doing that.”
Megan turns to have her back to us for a moment before glancing over her shoulder with a smirk as she lets the coin fall from her hand.
“Seven days to go.”
With those final words the more confident sounding Englishwoman walks off, leaving us alone with the fallen – now tails side – coin.
“Seven days to go…seven days until my first contendership fight. Seven days to go until seeing if I’ll ever be good enough to have a shot right now. Seven days to go until the biggest fight of my life. My opponent…BAD ASS…”
She slowly lifts her head up to look at us.
“We’ve both been through the same training camp, for the same amount of time, so I can’t use the idea of having a better trainer to give myself the confidence I had facing Steven Magnum. I’ve watched how he trains, he has seen how I’ve trained and I’m certain that we’ve seen each other’s fights. So this will be the first time I’ll be facing someone who knows everything about me in the cage. So not only is this the most important fight I’ve ever been in…but also going to be the hardest fight I’ve been in yet.
Should I win I could dare to hope I can at last become a Champion here, after two years of scratching and clawing, but should I lose…then I am back where I was before the start of my ReBirth…nowhere.
However I cannot let myself falter before the fight. Nonono. Not only will that disappoint myself…but also my trainer Jason Jackson, my opponent BAD ASS and all the people who care enough to cheer for me when I’ve done nothing to deserves said support. No I ain’t going to falter, I ain’t going crumble and I ain’t going to fade away like I almost did after Dragon’s Rage Two. In seven days I’ll scratch, I’ll claw and I’ll fight on like I’ve never fought on before.”
Determinedly departs from the milky skinned woman’s lips as she slowly pulls a coin out from one of her jean pockets.
“What a place to have our battle though, BAD ASS…for, out of all places, Las Vegas, The gambling capital of the world. Why is this location important to me? Because while people like you and everyone before you sees mixed martial arts as a profession, I see every single day that I’m here as a gamble. I know that I’m the least skilled person in the cage, I know that I am one of the most loathed people in CGFC and I know that half the people that fill out the arenas are not so secretly hoping that I get dismantled by any of you. You are no different from any of them, BAD ASS, and not because of your training but more because of your size and power advantage you clearly have over me.
But I ain’t afraid. I’m use to never being a favourite to win. People thought a similar fate would happen to me at the hands of Steven Magnum and what happened instead? I outlasted him. I beat him. I broke him…so much so that a few days ago he immediately fell over and submitted to the first guy who came walking through the doors. That is a fate I wouldn’t wish to give you, BAD ASS, for – unlike many of my previous opponent – I actually hold some kind of liking to you. You’re fun, you’re enjoyable, you’re someone I could honestly consider as a friend…but if turning you into the second Steven Magnum is what I have to do to hear myself being announced as the winner…then sorry…
But I will do it.”
Her right hand firmly squeezes the coin, momentarily shaking from the intensity behind the grip before she loosens a little.
“Yes I am confident. Not as confident as before but I’m still confident in my chances to win against BAD ASS. Why is that, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question…for most of my victories have come down to one thing…”
She flips the coin with one hand and catches it with the other but instead of checking the result of said flip her eyes sharpens.
“Chance. By chance I manage to last to the very end of my fights, no matter how hard they try and fail to keep me down. By chance I survive their great assault and launch perfectly precise counterattacks. And by chance get awarded victory by the judges. Don’t believe me BAD ASS? Look back on the vast majority of victories I’ve achieved here in CGFC and then you’ll realise that the best chance you have at defeating is to knock me out of make me submit before the final bell rings…but that’s why I know that I will win in seven days’ time…”
She stands up from the curb and reveal to us the heads side of the coin she previously flipped.
“Because no one likes your chances of doing that.”
Megan turns to have her back to us for a moment before glancing over her shoulder with a smirk as she lets the coin fall from her hand.
“Seven days to go.”
With those final words the more confident sounding Englishwoman walks off, leaving us alone with the fallen – now tails side – coin.
act 2
'each and every one of you lot would be forced to take notice when all is said and done'
The moment those words come out the sound of sudden laughter could be heard in the conference room. Who dares to laugh at Carrick Price's words? The Purple Haired Dynamo herself as she was originally playing Pokemon Phoenix Rising on her laptop before closing it down in time to heard those final few words.
Megan Treamon: Sorry, had a funny moment in this game.
She 'justifies' before packing her laptop into a bag and lifting it over her shoulder before pulling out her own microphone as she gets up from her seat. She walks around the front of said desk and starts heading down, only momentarily stopping to stand in front of Elena.
Megan Treamon: Not that you need any words, let alone from me, but let's hope you can finally prove what I said at Night of Glory Seven wrong.
She mentions before continuing to walk onward, glancing over towards her trainer as she did so.
Megan Treamon: And you should be easily able to defeat Koto Suzuki, as long as you regain the balls you had when you last held the Dragon Championship.
Was her words meant to be insulting? Encouraging? Or maybe both? The answer is not clear as she didn't have any sign of venom in her voice or tone as the Englishwoman makes her way over to BAD ASS.
Megan Treamon: And now you...
She starts while sitting down on the edge of the desk in front of him. Is she trying to start something up like she attempted to at the last conference?
Megan Treamon: What can I say about you? You impress me. You're genuinely fun to watch, interact or spar with. I do like you and, truth be told, I couldn't ask for anyone else to give me this great challenge. No, it ain't because of any ill thoughts or any chance that I don't think that you're any good...for, to be honest, I hold no such thoughts. The reason why I can't ask for anyone else to face, be it some easy fight or the overrated woman we're fighting to face, is because I like you...and, out of everyone I've faced since day one, you're someone I not only like but also see as someone who I can still get along with regardless of what I may have to do to beat you.
Her face sharpens as she stands up to fully face the male.
Megan Treamon: It was August, two years ago, that I had my first ever professional fight - a bout I won by the way - and ever since that fight I've been anything and everything I physically could to keep up and thrive among all the experts who are sitting down at this moment. However throughout the years I have always been met with three things here...hatred, from both some fans and 'peers'...continuous doubters...and never a sniff of possible contendership, outside of a couple tournaments. No matter how much I improve, how much I've bled or how much I've had to put myself through to at least try to keep up...I always found myself being either overlooked or left behind by those better than me-
Her free hand, the one not holding her microphone, momentarily points in the direction of both Jason and Elena though her eyes never once left their focus on BAD ASS.
Megan Treamon:-so - after two long, agonising, years - I finally get my contendership match, get to feel like I am the same kind of training opportunity as you and every other Slaughta House member does, get a chance throw away the daily doubt and hate...and I finally get to feel like that I belong here among all of you. All I have to do? Is to somehow defeat you BAD ASS. I have to fi-no-survive you, your size advantage and my always fragile state of mind. That is why you are my greatest challenge, my greatest opponent and my greatest gamble...
She chuckles softly.
Megan Treamon: Good thing that we're in Las Vegas, for I am going into this fight against you with everything I currently have...and I mean everything. I'm going all guns blazing for while this fight might be a contendership match for you...it is all or nothing, win or bust and fight or die to me.
The milky skinned woman sharply brings out before sighing softly and letting a smile appear on her face as she sits herself back down upon the table in front of her opponent.
Megan Treamon: So good luck BAD ASS...and may we steal the show like I know you're capable of.
Was spoken out so much more sweetly than every other words she has said tonight as, after saying said words, Miss Treamon offers her free hand out in a possible offer of sportsmanship.
Megan Treamon: Don't worry, I won't hug you.
She couldn't help but add in with a giggle.
The moment those words come out the sound of sudden laughter could be heard in the conference room. Who dares to laugh at Carrick Price's words? The Purple Haired Dynamo herself as she was originally playing Pokemon Phoenix Rising on her laptop before closing it down in time to heard those final few words.
Megan Treamon: Sorry, had a funny moment in this game.
She 'justifies' before packing her laptop into a bag and lifting it over her shoulder before pulling out her own microphone as she gets up from her seat. She walks around the front of said desk and starts heading down, only momentarily stopping to stand in front of Elena.
Megan Treamon: Not that you need any words, let alone from me, but let's hope you can finally prove what I said at Night of Glory Seven wrong.
She mentions before continuing to walk onward, glancing over towards her trainer as she did so.
Megan Treamon: And you should be easily able to defeat Koto Suzuki, as long as you regain the balls you had when you last held the Dragon Championship.
Was her words meant to be insulting? Encouraging? Or maybe both? The answer is not clear as she didn't have any sign of venom in her voice or tone as the Englishwoman makes her way over to BAD ASS.
Megan Treamon: And now you...
She starts while sitting down on the edge of the desk in front of him. Is she trying to start something up like she attempted to at the last conference?
Megan Treamon: What can I say about you? You impress me. You're genuinely fun to watch, interact or spar with. I do like you and, truth be told, I couldn't ask for anyone else to give me this great challenge. No, it ain't because of any ill thoughts or any chance that I don't think that you're any good...for, to be honest, I hold no such thoughts. The reason why I can't ask for anyone else to face, be it some easy fight or the overrated woman we're fighting to face, is because I like you...and, out of everyone I've faced since day one, you're someone I not only like but also see as someone who I can still get along with regardless of what I may have to do to beat you.
Her face sharpens as she stands up to fully face the male.
Megan Treamon: It was August, two years ago, that I had my first ever professional fight - a bout I won by the way - and ever since that fight I've been anything and everything I physically could to keep up and thrive among all the experts who are sitting down at this moment. However throughout the years I have always been met with three things here...hatred, from both some fans and 'peers'...continuous doubters...and never a sniff of possible contendership, outside of a couple tournaments. No matter how much I improve, how much I've bled or how much I've had to put myself through to at least try to keep up...I always found myself being either overlooked or left behind by those better than me-
Her free hand, the one not holding her microphone, momentarily points in the direction of both Jason and Elena though her eyes never once left their focus on BAD ASS.
Megan Treamon:-so - after two long, agonising, years - I finally get my contendership match, get to feel like I am the same kind of training opportunity as you and every other Slaughta House member does, get a chance throw away the daily doubt and hate...and I finally get to feel like that I belong here among all of you. All I have to do? Is to somehow defeat you BAD ASS. I have to fi-no-survive you, your size advantage and my always fragile state of mind. That is why you are my greatest challenge, my greatest opponent and my greatest gamble...
She chuckles softly.
Megan Treamon: Good thing that we're in Las Vegas, for I am going into this fight against you with everything I currently have...and I mean everything. I'm going all guns blazing for while this fight might be a contendership match for you...it is all or nothing, win or bust and fight or die to me.
The milky skinned woman sharply brings out before sighing softly and letting a smile appear on her face as she sits herself back down upon the table in front of her opponent.
Megan Treamon: So good luck BAD ASS...and may we steal the show like I know you're capable of.
Was spoken out so much more sweetly than every other words she has said tonight as, after saying said words, Miss Treamon offers her free hand out in a possible offer of sportsmanship.
Megan Treamon: Don't worry, I won't hug you.
She couldn't help but add in with a giggle.