Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2020 15:27:20 GMT -7
Ursula sits in her locker room after the hard fought match against CCM and Samantha Anderson. Without the fans around her, much of the pomp and bravado vanishes. She looks upon the gleaming golden belt in her hands, staring at it as her fingers trail upon the contoured surface. Long had it taken her to get back to this position again and how close it had came to all being summarily washed away. The pride at her accomplishment is dampened by the anger she felt. This was not how she wanted to win the championship nor who she wanted to take it from. This moment was tainted by the fact that an opportunity had been taken from her and yet she was elated all the same. This mixture of emotion, the internal duality at play made it rather hard for her to enjoy this victory to it's fullest.
Thoughts of Zoey Star fill her mind, of their final match and how it never felt right. Ursula's fist clenches tightly as the thoughts of how it should have been. Anger wells up in her as she remembered how Samantha just invited herself in while she had been unable to do anything about it. How Zoey had not even thought to challenge her first but instead gave it up to anyone who wanted a free fight. This bitterness boils and festers the more she thinks on it, how she had destroyed everything and then compounded her sin further by not even entering the fight against Samantha and losing.
"Insult upon injury," She says in an icy tone, "Tonight should have not been me winning this title but rather, me defending this title against a threat to my reign. It should never have been me, taking it from Mrs. Anderson. That is the insult and being forced to work a match with someone I absolutely despise as a human being and competitor added injury to my pride upon that insult."
Her head lifts and she looks into the camera set before her.
"Mr. Millar should have been facing me alone, trying to take the title from my ironclad grip. Samantha had no place being here. She left this company in disgrace a long time ago when it was under a different name. She and her wife disrespected me to such a heinous extent that I vowed never to work with her again and yet here I am, forced to do just that."
Ursula's jaw tightens and brow furrows.
"YOU. DID. NOT. EARN. THIS. SAMANTHA! I EARNED THIS! THIS IS MINE!"
The Lady Terminator quivers as she fights the urge for sudden violence and rage.
"...and I absolutely dare you to try an enact your rematch clause. I fucking dare you to try when it should hold as much water as your candidacy for this title ever had in the first place. You had no right to this. You took advantage of Zoey Star's fatigue and for whatever stupid fucking reason, Melinda Rhodes decides to break her word to me and give my shot to you just because you beat the champion, as if such a victory should have ever mattered to you, an outsider to our promotion."
If her stare were any more razor-edged, the camera would have been eviscerated.
"You didn't even sign a contract until weeks after you had won the title. Your reign is a blemish upon the record. In my judgement, you should get no rematch. Cherry Deville has more of a claim to this title than you. Bianca Davis-LeBlanc is more worthy of this belt than you ever were. Maria Salvatore, Aurora Zambrotta, Chelsea Winston, and even Brutus Hart are all more deserving than you ever were of a shot and they are the bottom feeders of this company!"
Ursula's face slowly turns red as her nostrils flare with each breath.
"Yet I am not even a tenth as angry with you, Samantha, as I am with our owner, Melinda Rhodes, who allowed this travesty to happen in the first place and the huge cluster-fuck of epic proportions that followed. We were mocked and ridiculed by outsiders looking in, seeing you as the champion. Southern Rebellion Wrestling and all the talent it employs took a sizeable black eye thanks to her choice to give you a title shot!"
Her head lowers and she grips the belt tightly in her hands, taking in deep breaths to bring her heart-rate down. She was clearly becoming worked up the entire time.
"Yet through that humiliation, I endured and persevered because this promotion, for better or worse, made me."
The head lifts slowly and that gaze is upon the camera once more.
"It was The Rebel's odd decision making that put me in contact with my first championship, the predecessor to the one I hold in my hand, The Cosmic Championship. It was equal to a World Title and it was mine, but I squandered that title and opportunity out of complacency and dare I say, laziness. I grossly underestimated a worthy foe."
Ursula slides that belt upon her shoulder.
"This time, things shall be different. This title shall suffer disgrace no further and Samantha, I would suggest very greatly that you keep your distance from me going forward if your intention is to stay here, in Southern Rebellion Wrestling. Do not take another opportunity from any talent until you have earned it the hardway by climbing as the rest have had to do from the bottom all the way to the top and Melinda, I remember well the chance you took upon me being the Cosmic Champion then, but if you force me into a rematch with her before she has earned the privilege properly, I will come for you. It will be with a smile on my face as I end our professional business relationship by putting you through a fucking wall."
She leans forward.
"I am the Queen and this is my first decree."
Ursula then turns off the camera with a flick of her finger upon the device, effectively ending the recording.
Thoughts of Zoey Star fill her mind, of their final match and how it never felt right. Ursula's fist clenches tightly as the thoughts of how it should have been. Anger wells up in her as she remembered how Samantha just invited herself in while she had been unable to do anything about it. How Zoey had not even thought to challenge her first but instead gave it up to anyone who wanted a free fight. This bitterness boils and festers the more she thinks on it, how she had destroyed everything and then compounded her sin further by not even entering the fight against Samantha and losing.
"Insult upon injury," She says in an icy tone, "Tonight should have not been me winning this title but rather, me defending this title against a threat to my reign. It should never have been me, taking it from Mrs. Anderson. That is the insult and being forced to work a match with someone I absolutely despise as a human being and competitor added injury to my pride upon that insult."
Her head lifts and she looks into the camera set before her.
"Mr. Millar should have been facing me alone, trying to take the title from my ironclad grip. Samantha had no place being here. She left this company in disgrace a long time ago when it was under a different name. She and her wife disrespected me to such a heinous extent that I vowed never to work with her again and yet here I am, forced to do just that."
Ursula's jaw tightens and brow furrows.
"YOU. DID. NOT. EARN. THIS. SAMANTHA! I EARNED THIS! THIS IS MINE!"
The Lady Terminator quivers as she fights the urge for sudden violence and rage.
"...and I absolutely dare you to try an enact your rematch clause. I fucking dare you to try when it should hold as much water as your candidacy for this title ever had in the first place. You had no right to this. You took advantage of Zoey Star's fatigue and for whatever stupid fucking reason, Melinda Rhodes decides to break her word to me and give my shot to you just because you beat the champion, as if such a victory should have ever mattered to you, an outsider to our promotion."
If her stare were any more razor-edged, the camera would have been eviscerated.
"You didn't even sign a contract until weeks after you had won the title. Your reign is a blemish upon the record. In my judgement, you should get no rematch. Cherry Deville has more of a claim to this title than you. Bianca Davis-LeBlanc is more worthy of this belt than you ever were. Maria Salvatore, Aurora Zambrotta, Chelsea Winston, and even Brutus Hart are all more deserving than you ever were of a shot and they are the bottom feeders of this company!"
Ursula's face slowly turns red as her nostrils flare with each breath.
"Yet I am not even a tenth as angry with you, Samantha, as I am with our owner, Melinda Rhodes, who allowed this travesty to happen in the first place and the huge cluster-fuck of epic proportions that followed. We were mocked and ridiculed by outsiders looking in, seeing you as the champion. Southern Rebellion Wrestling and all the talent it employs took a sizeable black eye thanks to her choice to give you a title shot!"
Her head lowers and she grips the belt tightly in her hands, taking in deep breaths to bring her heart-rate down. She was clearly becoming worked up the entire time.
"Yet through that humiliation, I endured and persevered because this promotion, for better or worse, made me."
The head lifts slowly and that gaze is upon the camera once more.
"It was The Rebel's odd decision making that put me in contact with my first championship, the predecessor to the one I hold in my hand, The Cosmic Championship. It was equal to a World Title and it was mine, but I squandered that title and opportunity out of complacency and dare I say, laziness. I grossly underestimated a worthy foe."
Ursula slides that belt upon her shoulder.
"This time, things shall be different. This title shall suffer disgrace no further and Samantha, I would suggest very greatly that you keep your distance from me going forward if your intention is to stay here, in Southern Rebellion Wrestling. Do not take another opportunity from any talent until you have earned it the hardway by climbing as the rest have had to do from the bottom all the way to the top and Melinda, I remember well the chance you took upon me being the Cosmic Champion then, but if you force me into a rematch with her before she has earned the privilege properly, I will come for you. It will be with a smile on my face as I end our professional business relationship by putting you through a fucking wall."
She leans forward.
"I am the Queen and this is my first decree."
Ursula then turns off the camera with a flick of her finger upon the device, effectively ending the recording.