Post by Deleted on May 1, 2021 23:39:12 GMT -8
Aside from crowd noise heard from the Arena beyond the Gorilla position, it is quiet backstage at 1WM’s Legendary Night in Manchester. Molly O’Hatherine had been a regular fixture backstage, visiting with people here and there. Unlike Don Tirri, she has fond memories of working at this venue on two separate occasions. Sadly for her, it isn’t a night for her to compete, but she wanted to be here, so here she is. Though this night, she is quite glad to be in attendance for her eyes gazed around, looking for the unmistakable frame of Ursula Von Rossbach. It would not be in the commons or even the full locker room, but in a quiet place alone and seated in a folding metal chair, dressed for competition.
Molly: Looks like we’re still a ways off from your match. Let’s talk for a moment.
Ursula does not respond, simply staring ahead deep in contemplation.
Molly: I suppose I can talk for the both of us then.
The Ginger Ninja grabs a folded chair from nearby and folds it down to have a seat in front of her old rival.
Molly: Ye’ve not quite been yerself of late. Care to talk about it?
Ursula’s eyes lift, casting a harsh stare from beneath a tense, furrowed brow.
Molly: Come on, donnae’ make me pry it outta’ ye’ dearie.
Her eyes return to their previous task of staring at the floor.
Molly: I get it, the Koward Kartel is annoying as fawk and ye’ve made the match far more higher stakes than it already is. Yer not tha’ first lass ta’ back herself into a corner without a fallback in tha’ heat of tha’ moment. We all make that mistake at some point, but it’s far from tha’ end.
UVR: Be quiet.
Molly shoots a little grin.
Molly: Knew I could get some words out of ye’.
There is a flash of anger as Ursula looks back at her with a withering stare.
UVR: That is my problem. I’m not treated with even common courtesy anymore. You tweet thinking that I want to talk to anyone right now, then you intrude upon my personal privacy and converse with me even when I tell you to be quiet! I am tired of being an object of other’s ridicule, O’Hatherine!
The Lady Terminator’s fists tighten up as she grits her teeth.
UVR: Look at me. I am a threatening, powerful force to be reckoned with but these fools have reduced me to a laughing stock. They have no clue who I am or what I am capable of. I have people in my ear constantly telling me what to do, how to do it, and why I should do it and I am sick of being advised. I am sick of trying to live up to other people’s ideals and expectations!!!
Her fists quiver as she rises from her seat, towering over Molly who looks up at her, tensed and ready to spring at a moment's notice.
Molly: Then don’t. I've ne'er said be anything but yerself. I like who ye’ are now better than who ye’ were and ya’ did that with no prompting from anyone but yerself. You should be proud, Ursula, ta’ have turned things around like ye’ve done! You were reviled and hated, but now yer a beloved figure in tha’ sport… a far cry above where I am.
Molly stands up, getting as close to in Ursula’s face as she could at a mere 5’ 3” in height.
Molly: Lass I’ve even found meself in a rare position of bein’ jealous of ye’ fer all tha’ attention and respect ye’ve gotten from tha’ community, respect I’ve pissed away by bein’ a daft fawkwit that you had ta’ save, if ye’ recall. Not respected? BAH! I donnae’ see Griffin Hawkins exactly knockin’ me door down lookin’ ta’ have a match with me. He publicly came out and said he wanted ta’ fight you!
The Ginger Ninja folds her arms over her chest.
Molly: Yer not respected… no ye’ve been hangin’ ‘round those Kartel twats fer far too long, lettin’ ‘em seep into yer mind. Yer bloody obsessed with beatin’ them, I can tell. It drives ye’ up tha’ wall that they cannae’ cowtow to tha’ mighty Ursula.
UVR: What bothers me, you say? What bothers me so much is that I’m not the proverbial boogiewoman anymore…. Yes, I admit it… I enjoy the fear I inspired in others and having them quiver before me. Fear I can understand and utilize. This love that I am showered with? I do not know what to do with it!
Molly cocks her head a bit, her brow quirked.
Molly: I donnae’ un’erstand.
UVR: I am trying to be all of these things to all of these people that I simply am not. I’m no revolutionary. This Renaissance? I bought into it only to realize it is a damnable joke with only myself and Coda doing anything further any semblance of a cause.
Molly: Seems like it’s a fight really between Solomon and Erick more than anything else.
UVR: As if. As much as Mr. St. John seems to agree with Solomon, he may as well be leading the Kali Kartel. He seems more interested in sexual congress with the tour guide than he does this cause.
Molly gives a shrug of her shoulders.
Molly: Ye’ see this is why I ne’er attach meself ta’ causes. Tis better ta’ do what you personally think is right, yeah. Maybe ye’ve o’er thought alot of things of late. That’s why I wanted ta’ see ye’ before this match.
She steps on the folding chair, bringing herself to eye-height with Ursula so that the two could better lock gazes.
Molly: Yer under so much stress and I know it’s because yer tryin’ ta’ be so many things ta’ so many people. Maybe it’s time ta’ say fawk them, fawk their causes, and just be yerself. Yer better than this and those fawkwit cowards and no matter what comes, donnae’ turn yer back on yer passion because I’m gonnae’ tell ye’ this right now.
Molly pokes a finger right into Ursula’s chest, right above the heart.
Molly: They’re not worth yer word, tha’ spit from yer lips on their face, or tha’ space they’ve taken up in yer head. Yer too fawkin’ good fer this shite and I’m not gonnae’ watch ye’ be reduced any further because ye’ve got all these voices in yer ears.
Ursula stares back at Molly but before she can speak, the Ginger Ninja leans in close, gripping either side of the Lady Terminator’s head.
Molly: I’d rather have tha’ monster that scared tha’ shite out of me than to see ye’ as a walkin' shell. NOW GET IT THA’ FAWK TOGETHER!!! BE URSULA THA’ BLOODY UNDYING AND RAIN HELL UPON THESE MOTHERFAWKERS!!! Tha’ grave couldnae’ hold ye’ down, so why tha’ fawk are the Koward Kartel makin’ ye’ die inside?
There is a pause as Ursula listens to the words. Why does this tiny little woman seem to always be a constant in her life? She wanted to throttle her for practically yelling in her face, but understood the art of the “aggressive pep talk” and it’s nuances. Instead she grabs the back of Molly’s head with just enough strength to bend Molly back just a bit. The Ginger Ninja grits her teeth as Ursula looks right into her eyes.
UVR: You are correct in some, but not all things. The thing you have failed to see that while they have provoked reactions from me, I am still steps ahead of them on the chessboard. We shall see if my planning has properly accounted for all of the factors, but know this… It will be myself and Coda who leave nothing and take everything.
When Ursula finally let go, Molly found herself and the chair tumbling to the floor with a mild yelp.
UVR: Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find my partner. I have had enough time alone and it would be best for myself and Coda to go over our plan of attack.
Ursula then turns and walks away. Molly sits there for a moment, her red hair a bit of a mess. She then chuckles with a little nod.
Molly: Aye, you go do that. I’ll just be walkin’ ‘round… lookin’ fer a fight or snacks. Whichever I find first.
Molly then gets up with a little laugh and heads off on her own merry way.