Post by Ursula Von Rossbach on Mar 8, 2013 20:43:25 GMT -5
[All you see is black as the scene opens itself up to you. The thud of boots against a cement floor echo all around, as if inside an empty basement. When the foot falls stop, a soft click is heard just milliseconds before a hanging overhead light cuts on, revealing a powerful, muscular woman in a black tank top, combat fatigues and boots, and fingerless gloves. She sports shoulder length blond hair that's worn somewhat unkempt, and the coldest set of blue eyes one could possibly imagine. Her skin is deeply tanned, and her face seems devoid of life and expression. The ultimate poker face. She stands there with her hands folded behind her back, her head tilted forward as she addresses the camera with a husky, yet still feminine voice.]
Woman: ...I live in a world that judges me and my kind on a daily basis. They call us deformed freaks, hideous hulks, and dickless men. We, who are women by birth who decide to perfect our bodies and transform ourselves into something more than just mere baby factories designed for the pleasure of worthless men.
[Her head tilts slightly to the left with a strangely mechanical grace. The woman's eyes seem incapable of blinking as they stare ahead, unnerving at the camera.]
Shortly Before I was a wrestler, I was a soldier on the front lines in the Iraq War. I wasn't the best of my outfit, but I carried my weight and then some. This violence, so unnatural to many of you, hardly even phased me from the moment I came into contact with it.
[Her perfect stone mask seemed to break as the most unnerving smile spreads across her face.]
...You see, this violence excited me, made me feel alive for the first time in my life. It's only natural that I would gravitate towards a profession such as ours. For me, Violence isn't so much a solution as it is a question... and the answer is always yes.
[She tilts her head slowly to the right now, strands of blond hair falling into her face.]
I... am an Engine of Destruction, fueled by cold cruelty flowing through my veins... pumped by a heart that does not beat.
[The camera zooms in close on her face as she straightens her head and leans forward slightly.]
Look into these eyes and see the end of everything....
Mahahahahahaha..... The end is coming and her name is Ursula... Von... Rossbach.
[Fade to black..]
Woman: ...I live in a world that judges me and my kind on a daily basis. They call us deformed freaks, hideous hulks, and dickless men. We, who are women by birth who decide to perfect our bodies and transform ourselves into something more than just mere baby factories designed for the pleasure of worthless men.
[Her head tilts slightly to the left with a strangely mechanical grace. The woman's eyes seem incapable of blinking as they stare ahead, unnerving at the camera.]
Shortly Before I was a wrestler, I was a soldier on the front lines in the Iraq War. I wasn't the best of my outfit, but I carried my weight and then some. This violence, so unnatural to many of you, hardly even phased me from the moment I came into contact with it.
[Her perfect stone mask seemed to break as the most unnerving smile spreads across her face.]
...You see, this violence excited me, made me feel alive for the first time in my life. It's only natural that I would gravitate towards a profession such as ours. For me, Violence isn't so much a solution as it is a question... and the answer is always yes.
[She tilts her head slowly to the right now, strands of blond hair falling into her face.]
I... am an Engine of Destruction, fueled by cold cruelty flowing through my veins... pumped by a heart that does not beat.
[The camera zooms in close on her face as she straightens her head and leans forward slightly.]
Look into these eyes and see the end of everything....
Mahahahahahaha..... The end is coming and her name is Ursula... Von... Rossbach.
[Fade to black..]