Post by Morgan le Faye on Nov 21, 2014 1:53:08 GMT
Morgan le Faye stands on a red shingled roof, behind her the blue sky. She’s not wearing her top hat, and the light wind blows her hair slightly. Her arms are extended outward, nothing in them, nothing up her sleeves.
“You’re all probably expecting another magic trick, and I am sorry to disappoint but the best magician’s don’t reveal all of their tricks in one go. Always leave them wanting more, as they say, so there won’t be any magic tricks going on this time. Instead I’m here to say one final piece in regards to the tag team match I and my partner Dennis are involved in.”
Morgan places her hands at her sides, choosing now to simply stand at attention.
“A lot has been said about trust and how relatively new three fourths of this bunch is, and since I don’t enjoy repeating things, I’ll instead make a declaration. At Killshot, there’s bound to be lots of attention given towards things like the main event match or the four way and sure, while there’s plenty to like and history between certain match ups, there’s a certain oomph that those matches will be missing. And if you’re savvy, you already know what I mean.”
“Magic. Those matches won’t nearly be as magical, as mesmerizing, as memorable as my match. Our match, Dennis and I. Some people out there and even within the roster thumb their noses at our particular brand of magic, namely our preference for entertainment over purity or whatever, but first and foremost this is an empire built on entertaining the masses, and that’s one thing I’m very, very good at. Some might consider the pizazz to be nothing but spectacle, but let me tell you, the spectacle is the show, the spectacle is what’s going to stick with you long after you go home. You can watch people throw punches and kicks and grapples anywhere, but when it comes to Morgan le Faye, when it comes to the four people involved in this match, you’re watching people throw themselves, through the air, into each other, bodies flying.”
Morgan pauses, grinning as she thinks of the upcoming debut.
“You take four of some of the most aerial dynamic – puns again, love ‘em – people in Metro and you’ve got nothing to complain about and everything to look forward to. Mr. Sunshine knows the value of entertainment in this business, and I’m never one to disappoint, and I just know Dennis is the same way. Which is why Anya and Allyana, fast and flighty as they may be, just can’t measure up in this contest. To put your body on the line as I fully intend on doing, takes more than just jumping through the air. It takes a certain kind of passion, a certain kind of mind where you’re not focused on the outcome of a match or even the outcome of your landing…all you care about is making sure the people love it. And I just don’t see that from either of you. We all like to fly, but for wildly different reasons. Someone like Allyana…prone to mistakes, no doubt when you’re up there, on the top of the ropes…you’ll hesitate, you’ll think about a million different ways that your jump can go wrong. And that’s what’s going to cost you. That hesitation. That doubt. There’s no room for it on Killshot.”
“The difference in attitudes between us is going to be the deciding factor in this feat of flying fancy. And though I bear neither of you any ill will, I just know that at the end of the match, it’ll be the ones who entertain first that come out on top. And not just in this match, no, no, in every match up to and including the match for the tag team titles. Because who is more deserving than two people who go for the big plays because they know that it will both get the job done AND get the people to their feet. And really, when you think about it…isn’t THAT what this business is all about?”
Instead of bowing, Morgan gives another smile and turns. Extending her arms outward again, she falls backwards, off the roof. The camera follows, glancing downward. There’s no body, just grass. Footsteps on the roof are heard as Morgan le Faye re-enters the frame from the opposite side from which she fell.
“ZVARRI!”
And with that, Morgan le Faye, Mistress of Magic, takes her final bow of the performance, ready to perform an entire new type of magic come Killshot.
“You’re all probably expecting another magic trick, and I am sorry to disappoint but the best magician’s don’t reveal all of their tricks in one go. Always leave them wanting more, as they say, so there won’t be any magic tricks going on this time. Instead I’m here to say one final piece in regards to the tag team match I and my partner Dennis are involved in.”
Morgan places her hands at her sides, choosing now to simply stand at attention.
“A lot has been said about trust and how relatively new three fourths of this bunch is, and since I don’t enjoy repeating things, I’ll instead make a declaration. At Killshot, there’s bound to be lots of attention given towards things like the main event match or the four way and sure, while there’s plenty to like and history between certain match ups, there’s a certain oomph that those matches will be missing. And if you’re savvy, you already know what I mean.”
“Magic. Those matches won’t nearly be as magical, as mesmerizing, as memorable as my match. Our match, Dennis and I. Some people out there and even within the roster thumb their noses at our particular brand of magic, namely our preference for entertainment over purity or whatever, but first and foremost this is an empire built on entertaining the masses, and that’s one thing I’m very, very good at. Some might consider the pizazz to be nothing but spectacle, but let me tell you, the spectacle is the show, the spectacle is what’s going to stick with you long after you go home. You can watch people throw punches and kicks and grapples anywhere, but when it comes to Morgan le Faye, when it comes to the four people involved in this match, you’re watching people throw themselves, through the air, into each other, bodies flying.”
Morgan pauses, grinning as she thinks of the upcoming debut.
“You take four of some of the most aerial dynamic – puns again, love ‘em – people in Metro and you’ve got nothing to complain about and everything to look forward to. Mr. Sunshine knows the value of entertainment in this business, and I’m never one to disappoint, and I just know Dennis is the same way. Which is why Anya and Allyana, fast and flighty as they may be, just can’t measure up in this contest. To put your body on the line as I fully intend on doing, takes more than just jumping through the air. It takes a certain kind of passion, a certain kind of mind where you’re not focused on the outcome of a match or even the outcome of your landing…all you care about is making sure the people love it. And I just don’t see that from either of you. We all like to fly, but for wildly different reasons. Someone like Allyana…prone to mistakes, no doubt when you’re up there, on the top of the ropes…you’ll hesitate, you’ll think about a million different ways that your jump can go wrong. And that’s what’s going to cost you. That hesitation. That doubt. There’s no room for it on Killshot.”
“The difference in attitudes between us is going to be the deciding factor in this feat of flying fancy. And though I bear neither of you any ill will, I just know that at the end of the match, it’ll be the ones who entertain first that come out on top. And not just in this match, no, no, in every match up to and including the match for the tag team titles. Because who is more deserving than two people who go for the big plays because they know that it will both get the job done AND get the people to their feet. And really, when you think about it…isn’t THAT what this business is all about?”
Instead of bowing, Morgan gives another smile and turns. Extending her arms outward again, she falls backwards, off the roof. The camera follows, glancing downward. There’s no body, just grass. Footsteps on the roof are heard as Morgan le Faye re-enters the frame from the opposite side from which she fell.
“ZVARRI!”
And with that, Morgan le Faye, Mistress of Magic, takes her final bow of the performance, ready to perform an entire new type of magic come Killshot.
