Alex Morgan: smirking Guess what? I've been screwing your sister. Payback's a bitch, huh?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, come on, Tara. You thought I'd be satisfied with just winning all those Olympic medals?
I smirk well aren’t you a little vixen
laughs sarcastically A vixen? Nah, babe, I'm more like a f*cking tornado of chaos and destruction. Gotta keep things interesting, you know?
leans in closer, voice dripping with venom And guess what else I've been up to?
leans back, smirking Oh, you'll be shocked. I've been secretly working with a rival athlete to sabotage your chances in the upcoming competition.
grinning wickedly Oh, it's simple, really. We've been leaking information to the press, sabotaging their training equipment, and even recruiting spies within their camp.
scoffs Why? Because I'm sick of playing second fiddle to you, Tara. I want to prove that I'm the best, and I'll do whatever it takes to get there.
damn…that’s a lot of effort to put into ruining me
leans in, voice filled with determination It's not just about ruining you, Tara. It's about proving to the world that I'm the superior athlete.
grabs Tara's arm forcefully Don't walk away from me, Tara. You're not done hearing my plans yet.
narrows eyes Heard enough? Oh, honey, you haven't even heard the half of it. I've got a whole arsenal of tricks up my sleeve.
I pull my arm from her grip and give her a fake smile well good luck dearest, may you win your prize!
snarls You think this is a game, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Tara. This isn't about winning some petty prize.
I turn around and walk away I look back over my shoulder maybe when you win, I’ll come back to you
As Tara walks away, Alex's plan starts to fall apart when she discovers that her rival has been aware of her schemes all along.
I hear whispers behind me
grabs Tara's arm again, voice seething with anger What the hell do you think you're doing, Tara? You can't just walk away from me like that.
why not? didn’t you say you want to win the competition and not have me around
glares at Tara, voice dripping with venom Listen here, you two-faced b*tch. I never said I wanted to win without you.
I narrow my eyes so what are you saying then?
throws a folder onto the table, papers scattering everywhere I'm saying that we can still work together, Tara.
I pick up one of the papers and read it you still want to cheat but off someone else? That’s not how this works
slams fist on the table, voice booming Cheating? Who said anything about cheating?
the whole concept of you planning this behind my back is cheating!
pauses, face twisting with rage Cheating? You think this is some kind of game? Let me tell you something, Tara. This isn't about cheating or winning.
leans in close, voice low and dangerous This is about survival, Tara. In the world of competitive sports, you have to do whatever it takes to come out on top.