Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2021 20:57:03 GMT -7
As with any wrestling event, early in the evening is the standard meet and greet before bell-time. Various SRW talents are taking pictures with fans, signing autographs, and often giving a moment of their time. This of course is part of the price of admission to any event. With a lengthy line before her, Ursula sat at a table with her championship resting by her side and wearing a custom tailored charcoal grey and black suit, leather gloves, and the customary black mask covering the lower half of her face as has become mandatory since the pandemic.
The Lady Terminator works through her line, signing autographs, posing with fans for pictures, and doing so in a professional and courteous manner. One after the other, the line reduces until only one is left. With a gloved hand, she motions the last fan standing to come forth.
UVR: Your patience has been rewarded Miss.....?
The fan steps forward eagerly, holding a Lady Terminator T-shirt in her hand. She’s dressed in a simple purple camisole top, fitted black pants, ankle boots, and a leather choker around her neck. The woman’s hair is short and black, parted down the middle with her bangs ending in sharp looking points. Finally, her makeup spoke of a gothic aesthetic which complimented her wardrobe well.
VB: Veronica Barnes. But you can call me Ronnie. Please to meet you, Ursula.
Ronnie smiled behind her mask as she offers her an elbow instead of a handshake due to the ongoing pandemic. Ursula looks at the proffered elbow for a moment, then nods and presses her elbow to Veronica's.
UVR: A pleasure, Ms. Barnes. Is there anything specific you wish to have anointed upon your autographed item of choice?
Her expression is hard to read, the ultimate poker-face. There is neither joy nor anger, only a strong, stoic face looking back upon a fan. Veronica sees her eyes is pretty stoic at Ronnie stares back for a moment, but she remains calm as she gets this wrestler's branded shirt
VB: Uh, here.
The musician presents the shirt on the table for Ursula. Ursula tilts her head slightly.
UVR: What would you like it to say?
VB: Uh…
She thinks for a moment on what she would like to have written, only to smile behind her mask.
VB: Congrats on the new album, Rosethorn, Your SRW QoTS Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach.
Her head tilts from left to right as she studies the woman before her for a moment, a glimmer of familiarity washing over her as it dons on her who she is speaking to. She then looks down to the shirt and proceeds to sign it with a bit of a flourish in permanent silver marker upon the fabric.
UVR: I have heard that name. You would not happen to host some of your music on Spotify and Youtube would you?
Ursula caps the pen and then hands the shirt back to Veronica. The musician blinks for a moment, surprised that this wrestler would be familiar with her band or music. The words were intended as a harmless fluff for an autograph but the elation she feels is barely hidden behind a nervous chuckle.
VB: W-Well, yes, ha ha. We just released our 3rd album last week, on all streaming platforms actually.
Veronica gives a small nod to the Lady Terminator. A slight curl of Ursula lip would indicate a hint of pleasure at this confirmation if not for it being hidden behind her mask.
UVR: Excellent. I shall look forward to listening to it. As you are the last in line and there are a few more minutes left until the show begins, is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Barnes?
VB: Well, that will be all. I admit, this is my first ever wrestling shot I went for awhile. Perhaps a picture together will end this meeting, Ursula?
Ms. Barnes smiles.
UVR: As you wish.
Ursula nods and rises to her full six feet of height, gathering up her championship belt and placing it upon her shoulder. She then sidesteps the table and holds an arm out as an invitation.
VB: Great!
Veronica looks away, rooting around in her purse for a moment to produce a cell phone, only to look back and sees the size and presence of the champion standing before her.
VB: W-whoa..
Ursula can’t help but smirk at Veronica’s reaction.
UVR: We are not in a wrestling ring and you have yet to insult or attack me, therefore you are safe…. For now.
She then motions for her fan to step forward and assume the position for the photograph.
VB: Sorry
Veronica heaves a sigh.
VB: I didn’t mean to act startled.
With a nervous chuckle, she approaches Ursula and slips underneath that arm for the selfie picture, holding up two fingers. A flash of a camera later and the memory is immortalized in digital format. The two then part upon, Veronica satisfied with the quality of the image as she looks it over for a moment.
UVR: I look forward to your next solo album, Ms. Barnes. It is hard to find provocative music in an age that provokes little feeling beyond my ire with poor musicians relying on auto-tune and poorly written lyrics, while offering little more than tired, generic, and repetitive trash.
Ursula pulls away from the musician gathering a few things off the table as attendants start cleaning the area up.
UVR: It would seem that the show is about to begin. May you find the event to your satisfaction. I must take my leave.
The Lady Terminator then turns and heads off with other wrestlers having already left the area to prepare. After she took a picture with her, Veronica nods with a smile behind the mask.
VB: Good luck on the show, Ursula, and uh.. thanks for listening to my music. I appreciate it. Give your opponent hell!
Giving a little chuckle, she leaves the area and follows the arrows that lead to their seating at ringside where her band-mate is already there and waiting for her.
The Lady Terminator works through her line, signing autographs, posing with fans for pictures, and doing so in a professional and courteous manner. One after the other, the line reduces until only one is left. With a gloved hand, she motions the last fan standing to come forth.
UVR: Your patience has been rewarded Miss.....?
The fan steps forward eagerly, holding a Lady Terminator T-shirt in her hand. She’s dressed in a simple purple camisole top, fitted black pants, ankle boots, and a leather choker around her neck. The woman’s hair is short and black, parted down the middle with her bangs ending in sharp looking points. Finally, her makeup spoke of a gothic aesthetic which complimented her wardrobe well.
VB: Veronica Barnes. But you can call me Ronnie. Please to meet you, Ursula.
Ronnie smiled behind her mask as she offers her an elbow instead of a handshake due to the ongoing pandemic. Ursula looks at the proffered elbow for a moment, then nods and presses her elbow to Veronica's.
UVR: A pleasure, Ms. Barnes. Is there anything specific you wish to have anointed upon your autographed item of choice?
Her expression is hard to read, the ultimate poker-face. There is neither joy nor anger, only a strong, stoic face looking back upon a fan. Veronica sees her eyes is pretty stoic at Ronnie stares back for a moment, but she remains calm as she gets this wrestler's branded shirt
VB: Uh, here.
The musician presents the shirt on the table for Ursula. Ursula tilts her head slightly.
UVR: What would you like it to say?
VB: Uh…
She thinks for a moment on what she would like to have written, only to smile behind her mask.
VB: Congrats on the new album, Rosethorn, Your SRW QoTS Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach.
Her head tilts from left to right as she studies the woman before her for a moment, a glimmer of familiarity washing over her as it dons on her who she is speaking to. She then looks down to the shirt and proceeds to sign it with a bit of a flourish in permanent silver marker upon the fabric.
UVR: I have heard that name. You would not happen to host some of your music on Spotify and Youtube would you?
Ursula caps the pen and then hands the shirt back to Veronica. The musician blinks for a moment, surprised that this wrestler would be familiar with her band or music. The words were intended as a harmless fluff for an autograph but the elation she feels is barely hidden behind a nervous chuckle.
VB: W-Well, yes, ha ha. We just released our 3rd album last week, on all streaming platforms actually.
Veronica gives a small nod to the Lady Terminator. A slight curl of Ursula lip would indicate a hint of pleasure at this confirmation if not for it being hidden behind her mask.
UVR: Excellent. I shall look forward to listening to it. As you are the last in line and there are a few more minutes left until the show begins, is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Barnes?
VB: Well, that will be all. I admit, this is my first ever wrestling shot I went for awhile. Perhaps a picture together will end this meeting, Ursula?
Ms. Barnes smiles.
UVR: As you wish.
Ursula nods and rises to her full six feet of height, gathering up her championship belt and placing it upon her shoulder. She then sidesteps the table and holds an arm out as an invitation.
VB: Great!
Veronica looks away, rooting around in her purse for a moment to produce a cell phone, only to look back and sees the size and presence of the champion standing before her.
VB: W-whoa..
Ursula can’t help but smirk at Veronica’s reaction.
UVR: We are not in a wrestling ring and you have yet to insult or attack me, therefore you are safe…. For now.
She then motions for her fan to step forward and assume the position for the photograph.
VB: Sorry
Veronica heaves a sigh.
VB: I didn’t mean to act startled.
With a nervous chuckle, she approaches Ursula and slips underneath that arm for the selfie picture, holding up two fingers. A flash of a camera later and the memory is immortalized in digital format. The two then part upon, Veronica satisfied with the quality of the image as she looks it over for a moment.
UVR: I look forward to your next solo album, Ms. Barnes. It is hard to find provocative music in an age that provokes little feeling beyond my ire with poor musicians relying on auto-tune and poorly written lyrics, while offering little more than tired, generic, and repetitive trash.
Ursula pulls away from the musician gathering a few things off the table as attendants start cleaning the area up.
UVR: It would seem that the show is about to begin. May you find the event to your satisfaction. I must take my leave.
The Lady Terminator then turns and heads off with other wrestlers having already left the area to prepare. After she took a picture with her, Veronica nods with a smile behind the mask.
VB: Good luck on the show, Ursula, and uh.. thanks for listening to my music. I appreciate it. Give your opponent hell!
Giving a little chuckle, she leaves the area and follows the arrows that lead to their seating at ringside where her band-mate is already there and waiting for her.