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| Post #1 Oct 21 2015, 06:48 PM | Deleted User |
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[The scene begins inside of a clean, dimly lit basement filled with a wide variety of exercise equipment, several rather large free weights stacked along one wall. Seated upon a weight lifting bench, we find the blond haired, powerfully muscled figure of Ursula Von Rossbach. She's hunkered forward, feet propped on a bottom support bar for the bench. She has her elbows resting on her knees, hands clasped together as she stares directly into the camera with those menacing, cold eyes. Her blond hair frames her angular face and strong, chiseled jawline. Her bare arms look as if carved from stone. Ursula's muscular thighs are barely contained by the tight black cargo pants she wears, her feet clad in combat boots and sculpted torso and breasts confined by a tight fitting tank top.] UVR: I sit here, contemplating my first opponent here in the Pitt, Juno Josephine Brine. Ms. Brine seems like a bright, intelligent woman who could have easily succeeded at anything she put her mind to. Instead she pours her efforts into professional wrestling, a profession that you'd think one such as her would be most ill suited for. [A small smile crosses her lips. It doesn't match the fierceness in her eyes...] She has proven adequate in her endeavors. With only two losses out of five, I have seen far worse track records in my time. Certainly better than my own as a professional wrestler. She has even managed to put someone out of the game, one Brandi Blaze. Oh what a spectacle that was. She shattered one of Brandi's hands and even threw her down a flight of stairs. What Ms. Brine lacks in strength she makes up for in creativity. There is even the rather well executed plan of stealing the Pitt Championship right out from under the nose of Mr. DeBlanc. Granted her plan hinged on the aspect of a careless fool safeguarding the belt, but that is only a small flaw in the plan. Again, it proves intelligence and cunning on her part. However, that intelligence ends when it comes to how she puts her mouth to use. Instead of making allies, she intends to make enemies of everyone, even those who would be more inclined to agree with her skewed point of view on life and how it works. [Ursula's frame is so perfectly still that you can barely detect that she is even breathing. She almost seems like a statue or a piece of machinery at rest.] In your twitter posts you bark at me as if I were a mere dog, cowed by your stolen greatness. You drag up my history, saying that I should stay buried in the grave of Atlantic City Entertainment. You mock me and tell me to be silent. No, I do not follow your orders because you do not have the power, the presence, or the strength of will to dictate terms to me. You compliment my hands, hinting at a threat you made to Brandi Blaze. Perhaps I should tell you the story of these hands and what I have done with them.... [Pulling those hands apart, Ursula holds them out before her in perfect poise for the camera to study.] ...With these hands I have made what I like to call "A Portfolio of Destruction." Let's begin with the very first injury I ever inflicted in my wrestling career. [Those hands lower back down.] I am the reason Melinda Rhodes developed neck problems. She attempted a spear and I planted my foot square in her face. Her neck never fully recovered and as a result, it was severely damaged. Her neck caused her so much pain that she even broke her vow of straight edge life by popping pain killers just to continue competing. It lead to a violation of the ACE wellness policy and subsequently cost her both her job and the Wildkard Championship. I once caused Mallory Adroit a head injury so profound that she suffered amnesia and thought she was a disco dancing soap opera star. [A chuckle escapes Ursula's lips.] I can't help but snicker at how funny that is. The great Justina America, the first ACE Queen of Hearts Champion, suffered harm at my hands. Before Kiora Donovan broke Molly's leg, I broke her back in seven places, severely dislocated her left shoulder, and put her out of ACE for over three months. A team called Collateral Damage had several members and each one of them met suffering at my hands, a few never heard from again afterwards. Even the woman who expanded my knowledge of human suffering, Cassidy Lee herself, has been at my mercy. Both members of the Burning Star Express fear me for a very... VERY good reason. When I was teamed with my old Colleague Roxanne Lawrence, we called ourselves The Great Execution. The Burning Star Express ducked and dodged their way around us as much as they could, because anytime we crossed, win or lose, we shaved years off of their lives and careers. It is most likely my presence alone that has kept them from jumping on to the Pitt's bandwagon. [Her face twists with a short lived smirk.] The only reason they remained Tag Champions as long as they did in ACE was because me and my tag team partner at the time were denied by the owner herself. The only reason I was ridiculed at all without retribution was because I had a leash around my neck, holding me back from showing those motherfuckers why they should never cross me. [Now she started to appear animated, the smile having steadily vanished over the course of her words. Her breathing becomes more pronounced, her muscles rippling with tension as the scowl on her face darkens and sharpens. She radiates cold anger, those icy eyes glaring into the camera.] Here, there is no leash holding me back. There is no one stopping me from going after any and all who dare to disrespect me. You call yourself the Goddess of the Pitt. You are like Loki to my Hulk, puny Goddess. ![]() ...and I will smash you over and over and over again until you lay broken at my feet like the hands of your one and only victim here in the Pitt. You will learn your place and be used as an abstract example to any who dare to fuck with me as you have. [Ursula rises from her seat in a poised, machine like fashion. She rotates her head, cracking her neck softly.] I will not be insulted. I will not be disrespected. I will not be taken lightly or brushed aside by anyone, least of all a lesser being such as yourself. JJ Brine, you are talented, creative, and determined, but you are not on my level. You have done what many in the past have done. You insulted me from a distance and not to my face. While retribution never came swiftly enough for those souls who poked this Gorilla in her cage, it did come and at a great cost to their physical and mental well being. With you, there will be no waiting. There will be swift action because if I allow you to go even one second longer for saying the things you've said to me over the digital ocean... [She cracks her knuckles.] ...then history will be repeated. I refuse to be anyone's bitch, physically or verbally. I will give you all a reason to fear the voice of Machine Head's Robb Flynn as he roars the words "Hear Me Now" over the speakers and across the arena. I will break Ms. Brine and then I will present the Pitt Championship to Mr. DeBlanc after I pry it from her bloody, broken fingers. [Ursula lowers her head forward, strands of blond hair hanging in her face as she takes on that familiar Terminator poise.] November 3rd, 2015, Juno Josephine Brine will be destroyed by Ursula Von Rossbach. She will be a welcomed addition to my Portfolio of Destruction. In the words of a famous wrestler from yesteryear, Win if you can, Survive if I let you. See you on the 3rd, Ms. Brine. [Her head tilts back as she looks down upon the camera. 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