Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2021 22:38:00 GMT -7
Ursula is seated in a fine leather recliner, staring into the flickering golden flames of a fireplace within the confines of a modestly furnished study. Book shelves line the walls on either side of the fireplace while two large bay windows frame a rather impressive and commanding desk that plays host to a plain looking laptop and a few books and folders seated upon it. She sports black slacks, well polished dress shoes, and a black satin dress shirt. In her hand is a glass of rich red wine which she sips casually from. In her lap is her cell phone. Before her on a small coffee table, gleaming in the fire's flickering orange glow, is the Queen of the South championship.
UVR: What is the definition of a villain? What makes one truly evil in comparison to their protagonist? Is it a simple case of opposition and those around them picking sides?
She takes a slow sip of her wine, savoring the rich flavor of the aged liquor.
UVR: Sometimes it simply is just that. Often I am simply the villain because who I am facing is more popular than I and I myself tend to have more brutal methods than most. It is an oversimplification, but the truth of the matter is that villains are not defined by popularity but by words and deeds. Take my future challenger, Samantha Tolson.
Her lips contort with a hint of disgust.
UVR: Someone I never wanted to face nor had any real respect for. I have slandered her name, reduced her to nothing, and even made a fool out of her more than once. All acts of a villain and yet the truth of the matter is that it all comes from a deep place within my being, this hatred and animosity I have for her. She has taken this as envy and jealousy on my part and on the surface, it could appear as such. Far from it. I am not insecure enough to flood the market with my face, throw tantrums aplenty when I do not get my way, or burn every bridge in my wake over petty, insignificant matters.
Ursula takes another sip of that red wine, smacking her lips a bit. She then leans forward, setting the glass down beside her belt.
UVR: While I present a strong front to my foes and do not waver in my convictions as easily as you do, Samantha, given how much you have said that you are trying to be a better, stronger Samantha Tolson only to fail time and again at every opportunity to do just that, the real irony is that I have this aura of invincibility and yet I have done more for others in this industry in one company than you ever have in your entire career. You can have all of your self-affirming accolades and platitudes. I do not need them to be the best wrestler inside of Southern Rebellion Wrestling or any other promotion I may choose to work at
The Lady Terminator clasps her hands together, her eyes finally finding the camera.
UVR: You do. You need to feel like you are the strongest, most powerful, most significant woman in any promotion you enter when in reality, you are barely worthy of the role of cog in the wheel. You make yourself the center of the universe at any cost and that is exactly what a villain does. It is all about their selfish, self-serving desires being placed above all else. I know the mind of a villain because I was once just like you, Samantha, only even at the greatest moment of my highest levels of hubris, I was never as arrogant or egotistical as you.
The scowl on her face deepens, legitimate anger coming to the surface in frightening fashion, the icy stare of her eyes downright chilling to the core.
UVR: It was abuses by people like you that turned me into a monster, Samantha. That is right, abuses. I was bullied in my wrestling career by people like you who had tenure and clout in the industry, putting me down to further themselves and I happily went along as a show of respect. I did not realize I had become a door mat until it was too late. The anger, hurt, and betrayal at being used in such a way burned at me, filled me with such a rage and fury that for a time, I was less the intellectual and more the brute that others see me as. I lost control of myself easily, breaking any and all who dared to so much as speak ill of me.
Ursula's stillness became so pronounced that she suddenly seemed like an unnatural thing in her own home. Her breathing could not even be registered beyond a slight flare of her nostrils. The eyes told a story of a maelstrom going on inside of her, but her body was as cold and rigid as the machine she portrays, a living statue.
UVR: I became you for a time, burying poor souls who dared to cross me left and right, but inevitably my hubris caught up with me. In a moment of weakness, my flame was snuffed out and at the time, everyone was all too happy to see my demise, much like how others are circling you like vultures now.
Her eyes trail down to look upon her hands, now upturned as she remembers all the times that blood was soaking into her skin.
UVR: Unlike you, however, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was under no pretense or delusion beyond feeling that what I was doing was necessary to further my career. It seemed like the only way I would ever become someone and in the short term, all it ever really did was give me many enemies and disloyal allies. It left me broken at the bottom of a metal dumpster, buried in a shallow grave in the Nevada desert.
Those eyes look up, the the ice-cold rage seems to be dispelled and in it's place was a surprising look of pity.
UVR: I pity you, Ms. Tolson, for you speak about being brave and having no fear, about how strong and tough you are, how skilled a wrestler you are, but the truth is that you are so weak that you cannot even be honest with yourself about who and what you are. Open your eyes you delusional half-wit. You are not the heroine you think you are. You are the villain of this story. You only elevate yourself, you put others down, and anyone who challenges your notions of inflated worth and entitlement are penalized by being trivialized ad nauseam and sold as bargain basement to the point that now, the only way anyone can get anything from you as a competitor, is by outright destroying you and if one should fail in the effort? You gain everything while your foes lose their reputations in the process.
The pity gives way to contempt.
UVR: You are, without a doubt, one of the most vile, disgusting, disingenuous, and insufferable human beings I have ever met and I no longer wish to wait until the next pay per view event SRW hosts. Next Savage Thursday, you and I will face for this championship right here. There will be no waiting and I add a stipulation to this match. Should I defeat you, you leave SRW and do not return. If you refuse this match, you forfeit your contendership and any right to ever fight for this belt as long as it remains in my possession. We will have no further dealings after this match regardless. I am tired of being collateral to your ego and infuriating narcissism.
Ursula grabs the championship from the table and places it on her shoulder, then rises to her full height.
UVR: Those are my terms. You either except them or shut. the. fuck. up. and never bother me again.
The Lady Terminator gathers her glass of wine and then promptly exits to her left. The feed cuts from there.
UVR: What is the definition of a villain? What makes one truly evil in comparison to their protagonist? Is it a simple case of opposition and those around them picking sides?
She takes a slow sip of her wine, savoring the rich flavor of the aged liquor.
UVR: Sometimes it simply is just that. Often I am simply the villain because who I am facing is more popular than I and I myself tend to have more brutal methods than most. It is an oversimplification, but the truth of the matter is that villains are not defined by popularity but by words and deeds. Take my future challenger, Samantha Tolson.
Her lips contort with a hint of disgust.
UVR: Someone I never wanted to face nor had any real respect for. I have slandered her name, reduced her to nothing, and even made a fool out of her more than once. All acts of a villain and yet the truth of the matter is that it all comes from a deep place within my being, this hatred and animosity I have for her. She has taken this as envy and jealousy on my part and on the surface, it could appear as such. Far from it. I am not insecure enough to flood the market with my face, throw tantrums aplenty when I do not get my way, or burn every bridge in my wake over petty, insignificant matters.
Ursula takes another sip of that red wine, smacking her lips a bit. She then leans forward, setting the glass down beside her belt.
UVR: While I present a strong front to my foes and do not waver in my convictions as easily as you do, Samantha, given how much you have said that you are trying to be a better, stronger Samantha Tolson only to fail time and again at every opportunity to do just that, the real irony is that I have this aura of invincibility and yet I have done more for others in this industry in one company than you ever have in your entire career. You can have all of your self-affirming accolades and platitudes. I do not need them to be the best wrestler inside of Southern Rebellion Wrestling or any other promotion I may choose to work at
The Lady Terminator clasps her hands together, her eyes finally finding the camera.
UVR: You do. You need to feel like you are the strongest, most powerful, most significant woman in any promotion you enter when in reality, you are barely worthy of the role of cog in the wheel. You make yourself the center of the universe at any cost and that is exactly what a villain does. It is all about their selfish, self-serving desires being placed above all else. I know the mind of a villain because I was once just like you, Samantha, only even at the greatest moment of my highest levels of hubris, I was never as arrogant or egotistical as you.
The scowl on her face deepens, legitimate anger coming to the surface in frightening fashion, the icy stare of her eyes downright chilling to the core.
UVR: It was abuses by people like you that turned me into a monster, Samantha. That is right, abuses. I was bullied in my wrestling career by people like you who had tenure and clout in the industry, putting me down to further themselves and I happily went along as a show of respect. I did not realize I had become a door mat until it was too late. The anger, hurt, and betrayal at being used in such a way burned at me, filled me with such a rage and fury that for a time, I was less the intellectual and more the brute that others see me as. I lost control of myself easily, breaking any and all who dared to so much as speak ill of me.
Ursula's stillness became so pronounced that she suddenly seemed like an unnatural thing in her own home. Her breathing could not even be registered beyond a slight flare of her nostrils. The eyes told a story of a maelstrom going on inside of her, but her body was as cold and rigid as the machine she portrays, a living statue.
UVR: I became you for a time, burying poor souls who dared to cross me left and right, but inevitably my hubris caught up with me. In a moment of weakness, my flame was snuffed out and at the time, everyone was all too happy to see my demise, much like how others are circling you like vultures now.
Her eyes trail down to look upon her hands, now upturned as she remembers all the times that blood was soaking into her skin.
UVR: Unlike you, however, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was under no pretense or delusion beyond feeling that what I was doing was necessary to further my career. It seemed like the only way I would ever become someone and in the short term, all it ever really did was give me many enemies and disloyal allies. It left me broken at the bottom of a metal dumpster, buried in a shallow grave in the Nevada desert.
Those eyes look up, the the ice-cold rage seems to be dispelled and in it's place was a surprising look of pity.
UVR: I pity you, Ms. Tolson, for you speak about being brave and having no fear, about how strong and tough you are, how skilled a wrestler you are, but the truth is that you are so weak that you cannot even be honest with yourself about who and what you are. Open your eyes you delusional half-wit. You are not the heroine you think you are. You are the villain of this story. You only elevate yourself, you put others down, and anyone who challenges your notions of inflated worth and entitlement are penalized by being trivialized ad nauseam and sold as bargain basement to the point that now, the only way anyone can get anything from you as a competitor, is by outright destroying you and if one should fail in the effort? You gain everything while your foes lose their reputations in the process.
The pity gives way to contempt.
UVR: You are, without a doubt, one of the most vile, disgusting, disingenuous, and insufferable human beings I have ever met and I no longer wish to wait until the next pay per view event SRW hosts. Next Savage Thursday, you and I will face for this championship right here. There will be no waiting and I add a stipulation to this match. Should I defeat you, you leave SRW and do not return. If you refuse this match, you forfeit your contendership and any right to ever fight for this belt as long as it remains in my possession. We will have no further dealings after this match regardless. I am tired of being collateral to your ego and infuriating narcissism.
Ursula grabs the championship from the table and places it on her shoulder, then rises to her full height.
UVR: Those are my terms. You either except them or shut. the. fuck. up. and never bother me again.
The Lady Terminator gathers her glass of wine and then promptly exits to her left. The feed cuts from there.