Post by Morgan le Faye on Dec 1, 2014 23:27:11 GMT
“I think I’ve figured it out. Why it took me so long I’ll never know, but it doesn’t matter. I mean, Christ, I have a degree, I should be smarter than this. But I’ve got it. I’ve figured you out, Lava. In a different world, we could’ve been friends. Maybe not best friends, but people who don’t roll their eyes and scoff one another. But, that bridge is burning at the moment and I doubt it will be put out anytime soon. That’s fine. That’s totally fine, because through all of this, the attacks, the insults, the pithy quips, I’ve finally understood your ‘animosity’ towards me, and it has nothing to do with where my allegiances lie.”
“It’s simple. You’re afraid of me.”
“Now look, I know exactly what you’re going to say, after your laughing fit, you’re going to ask the hypothetical ‘Why would I be afraid of YOU, Morgan?’ maybe with stuff about how I’m weak and stupid or something. Let me answer that for you. You’re afraid of me because you’re projecting. I need only look at our little back and forth of late. You’ve not given any other opponent of yours nearly as much attention, and they’ve been, in your estimation, on your level. Weston and William were not targets of your vitriol. Probably because you ‘respected’ them or because they were flag wavers for your team. But look where we are now.”
“Lava, to you I’m nothing. You’re already admittedly focused on the finals, on Ravyn or Liz. I know you better than you think. I’m not as strong as you, so I don’t matter. I’m not as experienced ring-wise as you, so I don’t matter. I’m just some girl who loves magic, so I don’t matter. Where does fear come into play? You’ll never admit it, because of your whole ‘tough girl’ persona – but in the back of your mind, you’re afraid to lose to me.”
“Losing to someone like Weston or Levon would’ve been fine. But then there’s me. I’m an affront to the very title you’re in the running for, and despite my lack of strength, I’m the perfect counter to your biggest advantage. There’s a part of you that’s afraid that come Sunday, you’ll lose to me. To ME, the woman you refuse to acknowledge at all because of stupid preconceived notions and your outdated system of morality. Sure, you hide it, and hide it well, hide it by going off playing games with your friend Puppy, but you can’t accept that. You’re checking back, seeing what’s being said about you by me.”
“Admit it. I’m a threat. Not just to you, but to what you stand for. Our match isn’t just about the title, it’s about a clash in ethics. This is a fight about pride just as much as it is a fight for the right to move on. I might not lift as much as you, but I’m just as strong where it counts. You’re confident. Overly so. And why not, in your mind this is a squash. Biceps and brains don’t lie, right? But it’s a front. A confident front that you HAVE to put up to keep yourself from realizing the very real threat of the ‘charlatan’. It’s so easy to dismiss me instead of owning up and realizing that I’m just as capable as you.”
“Sweetheart, don’t pretend like Levon and I are in the same league when it comes to mobility. He's fast. But he’s not me. That he sacrifices mobility for other aspects is telling. You’ve never seen speed until you’ve seen what I can do. You’re focusing on one corner, I’m already at another. You turn and there I am, flying into you, dropping you, and before you can react, I’m up again. Now you’re tired. Like magic.”
“I am a fighter, Lava. We both are. You say my only hope is cheating. No. Because when we cross paths, your mind is elsewhere. You’re already thinking ahead. Distracted, not focusing on the task in front of you but the one ahead. That mental distraction of yours will be your undoing. I’ll exploit that, fairly. Because you’re not infallible, Lava; you’re prone to making mistakes as well. You’re making one by not admitting that I deserve to be there. That I am on your level. That I can, and will, cool off the Lava. And that, sweetheart, is the honest truth.”
“It’s simple. You’re afraid of me.”
“Now look, I know exactly what you’re going to say, after your laughing fit, you’re going to ask the hypothetical ‘Why would I be afraid of YOU, Morgan?’ maybe with stuff about how I’m weak and stupid or something. Let me answer that for you. You’re afraid of me because you’re projecting. I need only look at our little back and forth of late. You’ve not given any other opponent of yours nearly as much attention, and they’ve been, in your estimation, on your level. Weston and William were not targets of your vitriol. Probably because you ‘respected’ them or because they were flag wavers for your team. But look where we are now.”
“Lava, to you I’m nothing. You’re already admittedly focused on the finals, on Ravyn or Liz. I know you better than you think. I’m not as strong as you, so I don’t matter. I’m not as experienced ring-wise as you, so I don’t matter. I’m just some girl who loves magic, so I don’t matter. Where does fear come into play? You’ll never admit it, because of your whole ‘tough girl’ persona – but in the back of your mind, you’re afraid to lose to me.”
“Losing to someone like Weston or Levon would’ve been fine. But then there’s me. I’m an affront to the very title you’re in the running for, and despite my lack of strength, I’m the perfect counter to your biggest advantage. There’s a part of you that’s afraid that come Sunday, you’ll lose to me. To ME, the woman you refuse to acknowledge at all because of stupid preconceived notions and your outdated system of morality. Sure, you hide it, and hide it well, hide it by going off playing games with your friend Puppy, but you can’t accept that. You’re checking back, seeing what’s being said about you by me.”
“Admit it. I’m a threat. Not just to you, but to what you stand for. Our match isn’t just about the title, it’s about a clash in ethics. This is a fight about pride just as much as it is a fight for the right to move on. I might not lift as much as you, but I’m just as strong where it counts. You’re confident. Overly so. And why not, in your mind this is a squash. Biceps and brains don’t lie, right? But it’s a front. A confident front that you HAVE to put up to keep yourself from realizing the very real threat of the ‘charlatan’. It’s so easy to dismiss me instead of owning up and realizing that I’m just as capable as you.”
“Sweetheart, don’t pretend like Levon and I are in the same league when it comes to mobility. He's fast. But he’s not me. That he sacrifices mobility for other aspects is telling. You’ve never seen speed until you’ve seen what I can do. You’re focusing on one corner, I’m already at another. You turn and there I am, flying into you, dropping you, and before you can react, I’m up again. Now you’re tired. Like magic.”
“I am a fighter, Lava. We both are. You say my only hope is cheating. No. Because when we cross paths, your mind is elsewhere. You’re already thinking ahead. Distracted, not focusing on the task in front of you but the one ahead. That mental distraction of yours will be your undoing. I’ll exploit that, fairly. Because you’re not infallible, Lava; you’re prone to making mistakes as well. You’re making one by not admitting that I deserve to be there. That I am on your level. That I can, and will, cool off the Lava. And that, sweetheart, is the honest truth.”
