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Great Vengeance and Furious Anger....
Topic Started: Nov 10 2015, 11:11 PM (56 Views)
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[We open what we first think is Ursula Von Rossbach laying upside down. She pushes a vertical bar up and down, veins throbbing on her neck and forehead and arms. It becomes quickly apparent that the camera is looking down upon her as she pumps some seriously heavy weights. Her breathing is controlled and even. She doesn't pump quickly, but with a slow and steady rise and fall motion. There is no counting except what's going on in her head. She's attired in work out clothes; black tanktop, white shorts, taped fists and feet, and a sweatband holding the hair back as it collects sweat from her brow. She doesn't even look away from bar bell, her focus totally on what she's doing. ]

UVR: Tracy Sin. A weak woman who only got brave when a much more powerful woman laid down for her in a wrestling ring. It's amazing what a small boost in confidence can do to what was otherwise a very fragile psyche. The one time that I had faced her in a wrestling ring, I nearly destroyed her. The only thing she could do to me was fall on me and even then, that did not secure her victory. If you think she looks disgustingly fat now, you should have seen her before life abroad thinned her up. Once upon a time, she was over four hundred pounds.

I remember this high pitched squealing noise she'd make when getting really hurt. It was much like that of a pig being slaughtered by a merciless butcher. Not quite pleasing to the ears, even if you're a sadist who likes that kind of thing.

Tracy has gotten stronger because she no longer has to struggle against all that massive body fat holding her back. I've never been a fat girl in my life. I've always been into staying strong and fit and I could never imagine what it must be like to have useless flab swaying back and forth on your arms with each movement. I look at someone like her and I imagine a shorter life span, difficulty breathing, and a heart beating like a jack hammer each time she goes up the stairs. She probably even sweats when she eats and yet she has the nerve to lay hands on me. If her memory of me was so correct, then why in the hell is she daring to stand tall against a woman that could break her miserable, fat ass in half?

Then there's the cheerleader.

[She rolls her eyes, scoffing at the notion...]

Why oh why is there always a cheerleader, Gothic, psychotic, or otherwise, in every women's wrestling promotion? Becklynn Mercy. I know nothing of the little halfwit, aside from the fact that she's easily knocked down and psychologically frail. I honestly have no clue how these two logically fit as a puzzle, aside from the tag team syndrome of little girl and big girl. Who found who? Did Tracy stumble upon Becky and somehow convince her not to eat her face or did Becky just happen upon this dejected fat slob and somehow make her into something better? All conjecture, but it's an interesting little puzzle to ponder.

In the end it doesn't matter. I have more brain power than the two of them combined and my physique and training can more than match them on the practical level. They are fools to pursue this course of action and it will only end in one outcome for them; destruction.

[Ursula lifts the bar bell one last time and brings it to rest on it's rest. She then sits up, the camera pulling back and around revealing she had been bench pressing roughly four hundred and thirty pounds. She reaches underneath the bench to and dips into an open Styrofoam cooler filled with ice and bottles of water. Pulling one out, she twists the cap and takes a long healthy drink of the revitalizing H2O.]

They have run rough shod without anyone here to keep them in check, doing as they please to whomever they wish. No rhyme, no reason, no order, just doing as they please and that will cease. We cannot have these pets running wild off of their leashes. No, it is time to restore order here in The Pitt.

[She stares hard into the camera, her head tilting forward. Her gaze becomes intense and threatening. Ursula leans forward with her hands around the bottle, her elbows on her bare knees.]

I will break these two as they have tried to do to many others, including Hannah Kristian. Becklynn... Tracy... On November 16th, Judgement Day arrives.

[The camera zooms in slow and steady on Ursula's face.]

It is the judgement of this court is that you have been found guilty as charged and the sentence will be carried out by via my fists caving in your skulls. See you on the 16th, Ladies.

[Fade to black.]
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