Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2020 0:34:43 GMT -7
CLANG!!!
Blackness envelopes Ursula Von Rossbach as she falls. There are no screams of terror, no fear, just acceptance. Faster she falls, the wind picking up until suddenly everything stops. Sweltering heat fills her lungs, her body pouring sweat. She can feel the metal floor beneath her, rusted, rough and littered with garbage. The stink of trash, her own sweat, and blood fill her nostrils.
"Not here," She said softly, "Not again."
Rising to her feet, her head hits a low metal roof. She doesn't react, but realizes how enclosed the space she's in really is. She can feel her fingers twitch uncontrollably, her muscles quivering. Fear wells up inside of her and for a brief moment, her powerful facade crumbles. This turns fear to anger and rage as she roars. Her fists fly, slamming into the metal roof above her over and over.
"NONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs until her voice cracks. Blood pours from her knuckles, but she doesn't care, she can't feel her hands buckling, the bones cracking under the tremendous force she exerts upon them. All she knows is, she wants out of her tomb at any cost.
The metal gives and after two more punches, sand pours down from the hole she had made. Metal shards cut into her fingers as she forces the opening apart more against the pouring sand rapidly filling her prison. Ursula fears that she will be suffocated as the sand rises higher and higher, but eventually sunlight filters through. With more effort, she forces the hole open just enough to force herself through into the harsh, windy environment of the desert. There are tears in her eyes as dull pain finally registers in her hands, an indication of how serious the damage she had inflicted on herself.
She pulls herself out of the hole and collapses, panting for breath, blood pouring from her hands. Ursula rolls over onto her back and sees high in the sky, vultures circling. Then a sharp acrid smell hits her nostrils. Smelling salts.
With a start, her eyes flutter open as she finds herself upon the EMT medical examination table of SRW. Dr. Leonard is there with his hands on her shoulders.
"Easy, Ursula," He says softly, trying to push her back down. He finds himself flying across the room with a violent shove as the Lady Terminator sits up, swinging her legs off the table. She needs to get out of here. Now. Her fingers find her left temple, fresh stitches indicating the seriousness of the wound. It all comes flooding back to her in an instant. Two shovel blows to the head, just like before.
Dr. Leonard rises slowly, but doesn't come near Ursula. She shudders uncontrollably, wiping at her eyes as tears flow freely. Just as in her dream, this display of weakness turns to anger. Ursula clenches her fists tightly, trying to keep her rage from exploding.
"Hey, easy there. You took a nasty blow to the head, Ms. Von Rossbach," SRW's head EMT says, trying to sooth her. It only angers her further.
"Be...silent... Dr. Leonard," She says in an icy, chilling tone.
She wipes at her eyes and pushes herself off the table. She knew how to walk with a concussion, though surprisingly minor due to her mostly reinforced skull.
"I...am....fine," Ursula looks over her shoulder and adds to that statement, "but Mr. Millar? Let us just say he shall suffer dearly for making me feel this again."
She turns the knob and steps out to the stares of myriad wrestlers and staff alike. She hides her shame well, stepping through them without a word.
"I shall not give them the satisfaction of seeing me weak," She thought. Ursula hated the feeling of losing control of emotion and body alike, fighting so hard against the urge to give in to her weakness, her humanity. No, now more than ever, she needed to be the machine, The Lady Terminator. CCM must and shall pay for what he's done this night.
When she arrives at her private locker room, she unloads all of her fury into the first locker she sees. The blow dents it completely into the very inside and even cracks the wall behind it to an extent. There was no roar as she internalized her emotional anguish into a mental scream only she could hear. One day she would break this tomb in her mind and when that happens? Freedom at long last.
Blackness envelopes Ursula Von Rossbach as she falls. There are no screams of terror, no fear, just acceptance. Faster she falls, the wind picking up until suddenly everything stops. Sweltering heat fills her lungs, her body pouring sweat. She can feel the metal floor beneath her, rusted, rough and littered with garbage. The stink of trash, her own sweat, and blood fill her nostrils.
"Not here," She said softly, "Not again."
Rising to her feet, her head hits a low metal roof. She doesn't react, but realizes how enclosed the space she's in really is. She can feel her fingers twitch uncontrollably, her muscles quivering. Fear wells up inside of her and for a brief moment, her powerful facade crumbles. This turns fear to anger and rage as she roars. Her fists fly, slamming into the metal roof above her over and over.
"NONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs until her voice cracks. Blood pours from her knuckles, but she doesn't care, she can't feel her hands buckling, the bones cracking under the tremendous force she exerts upon them. All she knows is, she wants out of her tomb at any cost.
The metal gives and after two more punches, sand pours down from the hole she had made. Metal shards cut into her fingers as she forces the opening apart more against the pouring sand rapidly filling her prison. Ursula fears that she will be suffocated as the sand rises higher and higher, but eventually sunlight filters through. With more effort, she forces the hole open just enough to force herself through into the harsh, windy environment of the desert. There are tears in her eyes as dull pain finally registers in her hands, an indication of how serious the damage she had inflicted on herself.
She pulls herself out of the hole and collapses, panting for breath, blood pouring from her hands. Ursula rolls over onto her back and sees high in the sky, vultures circling. Then a sharp acrid smell hits her nostrils. Smelling salts.
With a start, her eyes flutter open as she finds herself upon the EMT medical examination table of SRW. Dr. Leonard is there with his hands on her shoulders.
"Easy, Ursula," He says softly, trying to push her back down. He finds himself flying across the room with a violent shove as the Lady Terminator sits up, swinging her legs off the table. She needs to get out of here. Now. Her fingers find her left temple, fresh stitches indicating the seriousness of the wound. It all comes flooding back to her in an instant. Two shovel blows to the head, just like before.
Dr. Leonard rises slowly, but doesn't come near Ursula. She shudders uncontrollably, wiping at her eyes as tears flow freely. Just as in her dream, this display of weakness turns to anger. Ursula clenches her fists tightly, trying to keep her rage from exploding.
"Hey, easy there. You took a nasty blow to the head, Ms. Von Rossbach," SRW's head EMT says, trying to sooth her. It only angers her further.
"Be...silent... Dr. Leonard," She says in an icy, chilling tone.
She wipes at her eyes and pushes herself off the table. She knew how to walk with a concussion, though surprisingly minor due to her mostly reinforced skull.
"I...am....fine," Ursula looks over her shoulder and adds to that statement, "but Mr. Millar? Let us just say he shall suffer dearly for making me feel this again."
She turns the knob and steps out to the stares of myriad wrestlers and staff alike. She hides her shame well, stepping through them without a word.
"I shall not give them the satisfaction of seeing me weak," She thought. Ursula hated the feeling of losing control of emotion and body alike, fighting so hard against the urge to give in to her weakness, her humanity. No, now more than ever, she needed to be the machine, The Lady Terminator. CCM must and shall pay for what he's done this night.
When she arrives at her private locker room, she unloads all of her fury into the first locker she sees. The blow dents it completely into the very inside and even cracks the wall behind it to an extent. There was no roar as she internalized her emotional anguish into a mental scream only she could hear. One day she would break this tomb in her mind and when that happens? Freedom at long last.