Tsk, Tsk
Feb 7, 2016 11:15:56 GMT -5
Post by Emily Carter on Feb 7, 2016 11:15:56 GMT -5
“You might be wondering why my back is turned to the camera. I figured I’d give you a familiar view, since you’ve never had the guts to fight me face to face.”
Emily looks over her shoulder and gives a smirk to the camera.
“Seven months. That’s how long I’ve been waiting for this match. That’s how long ago I issued my first challenge to you. What was it that our esteemed Head Trainer always said? Settle your differences in the ring? Something to that effect, right?
“You would know. You’re the one that hangs onto his every word...”
"...among other things", she thinks to herself.
“Well I took his advice and issued the challenge when you first starting getting lippy. And if you actually had a backbone, we could have fought, washed our hands of each other and been done with it. But no. You’d rather laugh it off while mocking me for not being on the active roster. You’d rather stall while wishing that this young upstart wouldn’t survive LDFC’s rigorous training. But when I survived the beginner’s program, that’s when you got in your sprinter’s stance. And you’ve been running ever since.”
Emily makes a running motion with her index and middle fingers.
“But that’s what I don’t understand. If you’re this mastermind, if you’re so great, if I suck, then why do everything to avoid this match? Was it because I wasn’t worth your time? No, because if that was the case, you wouldn’t have devoted every waking moment trying make my life a living hell. No, you avoided this match because you realized I was someone that you couldn’t subdue. You tried to discourage me, but I wouldn’t run. You tried to intimidate me, but I never budged. That’s when you realized you met your match. So you ran and hid behind Keegan, just like you ran and hid behind MacRear, just like you ran and hid under Bond’s desk.”
“Speaking of which, what were you doing under that desk, anyway?”
Emily looks over her shoulder and raises an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Looking for the objectivity he clearly lost when it came to you? When it came to Hans and Liesl, he had no problem voicing his displeasure with them in front of the world. He had no problem arguing with them. He even got in the ring and fought them. But when it came to you, a woman that’s done ten times worse, there wasn’t a single instance of punishment. Not a peep. When someone would inquire about it, suddenly it's Mums the Word. It was “don’t worry about it… mind your business.” No wonder you walk around here with that arrogant smirk on your face. I guess that’s the perks of having the Head Trainer and the Matchmaker as your number one fan. You feel like you get away with murder because nothing will ever be done to you…”
“…until now.”
“I’ll give you credit. Whether it’s thirst trapping guys or running away from me, you know how to use your legs. But that’s the great thing about this Wednesday because finally, there’s no more running. You’re finally gonna have to put up or have that big mouth of yours shut up.”
“The smart money’s on the latter.”
“You’ve staged obstacles in front of me, but I’ve jumped over them. You’ve built up walls in front of me, but I’ve run right through them. You tried to inject poison into my me, but I had the cure. You formulate these plans to take over LDFC, but I’m there to foil them more often than not. And it drives you up a wall. Your nostrils flare every time I thwart another one of your schemes. Your face turns a shade of crimson whenever I succeed. And you sit here and ask if I think I can beat you? Girlie, I’m already under your skin! And let me tell you, it’s soooooooo comfortable under there.”
“So warm, so cozy.”
Emily hugs herself, pretending to be nestled up under a warm blanket.
“But let me be clear. I don’t think I can beat you. I KNOW I can. In fact, I already have. Except this time, you don’t have the luxury of blaming that loss on Brody. This time, there aren't any partners. So that means you’ll have to shoulder the loss. And speaking of shoulders, the next time we see your arm in a sling, you won’t be faking it.”
“Trust me.”
“You reap what you sow, Witch. At ‘Serengeti’, I will give you the beating that you so richly deserve. And after I leave you beaten, broken and humbled, you'll realize you should've never started a fight with me that you couldn't possibly finish!”
“This Wednesday, MY fun begins!”
Emily looks over her shoulder and gives a smirk to the camera.
“Seven months. That’s how long I’ve been waiting for this match. That’s how long ago I issued my first challenge to you. What was it that our esteemed Head Trainer always said? Settle your differences in the ring? Something to that effect, right?
“You would know. You’re the one that hangs onto his every word...”
"...among other things", she thinks to herself.
“Well I took his advice and issued the challenge when you first starting getting lippy. And if you actually had a backbone, we could have fought, washed our hands of each other and been done with it. But no. You’d rather laugh it off while mocking me for not being on the active roster. You’d rather stall while wishing that this young upstart wouldn’t survive LDFC’s rigorous training. But when I survived the beginner’s program, that’s when you got in your sprinter’s stance. And you’ve been running ever since.”
Emily makes a running motion with her index and middle fingers.
“But that’s what I don’t understand. If you’re this mastermind, if you’re so great, if I suck, then why do everything to avoid this match? Was it because I wasn’t worth your time? No, because if that was the case, you wouldn’t have devoted every waking moment trying make my life a living hell. No, you avoided this match because you realized I was someone that you couldn’t subdue. You tried to discourage me, but I wouldn’t run. You tried to intimidate me, but I never budged. That’s when you realized you met your match. So you ran and hid behind Keegan, just like you ran and hid behind MacRear, just like you ran and hid under Bond’s desk.”
“Speaking of which, what were you doing under that desk, anyway?”
Emily looks over her shoulder and raises an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Looking for the objectivity he clearly lost when it came to you? When it came to Hans and Liesl, he had no problem voicing his displeasure with them in front of the world. He had no problem arguing with them. He even got in the ring and fought them. But when it came to you, a woman that’s done ten times worse, there wasn’t a single instance of punishment. Not a peep. When someone would inquire about it, suddenly it's Mums the Word. It was “don’t worry about it… mind your business.” No wonder you walk around here with that arrogant smirk on your face. I guess that’s the perks of having the Head Trainer and the Matchmaker as your number one fan. You feel like you get away with murder because nothing will ever be done to you…”
“…until now.”
“I’ll give you credit. Whether it’s thirst trapping guys or running away from me, you know how to use your legs. But that’s the great thing about this Wednesday because finally, there’s no more running. You’re finally gonna have to put up or have that big mouth of yours shut up.”
“The smart money’s on the latter.”
“You’ve staged obstacles in front of me, but I’ve jumped over them. You’ve built up walls in front of me, but I’ve run right through them. You tried to inject poison into my me, but I had the cure. You formulate these plans to take over LDFC, but I’m there to foil them more often than not. And it drives you up a wall. Your nostrils flare every time I thwart another one of your schemes. Your face turns a shade of crimson whenever I succeed. And you sit here and ask if I think I can beat you? Girlie, I’m already under your skin! And let me tell you, it’s soooooooo comfortable under there.”
“So warm, so cozy.”
Emily hugs herself, pretending to be nestled up under a warm blanket.
“But let me be clear. I don’t think I can beat you. I KNOW I can. In fact, I already have. Except this time, you don’t have the luxury of blaming that loss on Brody. This time, there aren't any partners. So that means you’ll have to shoulder the loss. And speaking of shoulders, the next time we see your arm in a sling, you won’t be faking it.”
“Trust me.”
“You reap what you sow, Witch. At ‘Serengeti’, I will give you the beating that you so richly deserve. And after I leave you beaten, broken and humbled, you'll realize you should've never started a fight with me that you couldn't possibly finish!”
“This Wednesday, MY fun begins!”