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Post by Star Stormz on Jun 5, 2022 0:36:24 GMT -5
PWS:APEX Presents: Riot! Tuesday, June 14th Heritage Bank Center - Cincinnati, Ohio Double Debut Match Sonya Benson vs. Alexandra Calaway DEADLINE: Sunday June 12th, 11:59:59 PM EST Min 300, Max 5000
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2022 17:53:02 GMT -5
Benson Estate - New Jersey June 8th, 2022 10:04 pm The most beautiful woman in this world and the worlds not yet discovered, Sonya Benson, opened her diary and commenced writing the diatribe she’d kept bottled up all day. Dear Diary,
It's day number 279 of my imprisonment in this babarouse “sport” called professional wrestling. Today was more relentless training by that cruel old man. I swear I saw him smirking and smiling at my torment. My hands are raw and reddened. My hand shakes as I’m writing this. When I breathe, it hurts. When I blink, it hurts. When I think, it hurts. Oh how I yearn for a return to my yesteryears, where my biggest tribulations were deciding which outfit to wear that day or the long lines at Starbucks during Pumpkin Pie Latte season.
My bastard Dad lambastes me for gaining muscle in my arms and shoulders due to that cruel old trainer of mine making me do all manner of workouts. How is that my fault? It’s Damon Riggs’ fault. Pretty soon no man in my tier of class will want me as a suitor for marriage and childbearing. I’m so scared I’ll have to look outside my class of men to select a second best option. I deserve better.
IT’S NOT MY FAULT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT DAD! I HATE YOU DAD! I HATE YOU DAD!
I think I’m succumbing to Damon’s ways. He’s always blasting trash-juice music during our training sessions and as I write this entry I’m listening to trash-rap by that popcorn fart Eminem, but I like it now for some reason. A few days ago one of my friends tried to sneak a quick steal off my plate of food and I reacted like a gosh damn heathen by snapping her into a wrist lock before I could even register I was doing it. She yelped like an injured puppy. I felt terrible! What is happening to me?
I WILL NOT BE LIKE YOU DAMON! I WILL NOT YIELD TO YOUR BRUTE WAYS!
The only silver lining I have after Dad forced me into PWS APEX is someone finally replied to being my tag partner. A woman named Legion. Many times champion. Many times she won chaotic matches where she had to beat multiple opponents at once. Of course she’s a nutcase but what options do I have? I’m making her fight in a handicap match soon to earn the right to tag with me. If she proves herself then it might be clear sailing for me since I only need 18 more wins to get released from my imprisonment in professional wrestling. By my calculations, if we win all our tag matches I’ll be scott free in 9 months!
SO CLOSE YET SO FAR AWAY!
All I have to do now is get by Alexandra Calaway. This is going to be rough.
Sonya’s eyes were heavy and ached from the excessive film footage her manager, Norris, had put her though on top of the physical destruction her trainer, Damon, had inundated her with. Having gotten the rant out of her system, she looked at the picture of her and Benjamin goofing off long before he’d been poisoned and killed by wrestling. She kissed it. Using it as a placeholder in the dairy, she closed the book and fell into her bed, resting at long last. ________________________________________________________________________ Legendary Benson Plaza - New York, NY June 11th, 2022 Late evening Day 281 of Sonya's imprisonment in professional wrestlingBenson Plaza. New York. Sonya’s safe space. The only location outside her estate that makes her feel safe from all the death threats and the few actual attempts by crazed wrestling fans to snuff out her existence. APEX’s production manager wanted her to shoot a promotional piece in Cincinnati since it’s the location of the upcoming episode of Riot, but the Rich Bitch had balked. There’s no reason to ever go to Cincinnati, or as Sonya calls it, “Shits-in-natti”, even with Joe Burrow making the city a little less unsightly. Sonya had even tried using Cincinnati's astronomical crime rate as justification to weasel out of her match with Alexandra Calaway, but her mean old daddy stepped in and put the kibosh on it. So it was up to Sonya to make do with the production crew who’d begrudgingly accepted this job on short notice. May God have mercy on them. The fascinating beauty largely ignored them as she paced about the luxurious suite, a glass of Graud Larose 1945 wine in her hand, held delicately at the bottom of the glass. She didn’t sip this beverage. There was no savoring the flavor. She gulped it in big margins before passing it off to Norris and plopping into the lavish chair behind her desk. Sonya eyed the camera crew with contempt as they counted her down from five. 4 3 2 1 The man behind the lens gave her the signal and she obliged with the nastiest bitch face directed at the tool of his trade. Most in the profession of wrestling would dive right in, immediately going for the jugular of their opponent in their obligatory vignette. Sonya isn’t a wrestler though. She’d never call herself something so despicable. So, she said nothing. Moments lingered as she thought things over carefully and steepled her hands upon the surface of the immaculately glossed Oakwood desk. Smith, her massive bodyguard who plays the Mountain to Sonya’s Cersei, loomed behind her right shoulder, the camera barely getting his gargantuan frame into the shot. ”Of course they’re making me face you in my debut, Alexandra Calaway.” She nodded expectantly. ”You’re the nineteen time Hardcore Champion. A former World Champion. You held the Women's Championship nine times. You even held the Intercontinental Championship three times. Oh and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the monumental accolade of being the Wrestling Observer’s Wrestler of the Year six times.” Sarcasm swam like a shark in her words, belying the bally-hoo surrounding Alexandra’s accomplishments. ”They want to give you the easiest win possible to cash in on your notoriety, and who better than the anti pro wrestling activist turned professional wrestler against her will? Before I was forced into this imprisonment, I crusaded against pro wrestling because it poisoned my brother’s mind and led him to his death, and during that crusade I found out just how cancerous this sport is. It was worse than I had originally thought. Then the moment I was thrust into this punishment, I was ushered into the ring with all the blue chippers or veterans needing an easy win. It was a win-win for XWF, PH, TPW, the list goes on. If I somehow won, the ratings would still shoot through the roof because the wrestling fans wanted to see my brain splattered all over the mat, and they’d have to tune in the following week to see who would get the honor of using me as their own personal punching bag. Our match is no different. You’re coming in with some clout and I’m the only person on the roster weak enough to almost guarantee a win.”The expression on Sonya’s ridiculously pretty face hardened. ”Stop and think about that, Ms. Calaway. Out of all the competitors Star Stormz could have booked you against, she opted for the safest bet, not the best matchup that’d challenge two competitors. She didn’t have enough confidence in you, Ms. Calaway, and honestly can you blame her? I gave you a measure of respect regarding your litany of achievements, but in that same vein those accomplishments also mean you’re a nineteen time loser, a nine time loser, a three time loser, and a six time brown noser. Your stint in OCW has seen you struggle mightily against women who are journalists more than wrestlers and a chunk of your wins came with help from Ed Houston, mysterious hooded men, and that scrawny gentleman who looks like he stepped out of an Auschwitz Concentration Camp.”Cypher was the man she was referring to. ”And the one time you didn’t have backup you were defeated by a man who was 0-2 and hasn’t won since. Fun fact that people seem to overlook about me though; despite my lack of experience and overall training, I’ve defeated third generation wrestlers, veterans, rookies, and the in-betweens. Do you know who Michael Bishop and Brandon Hendrix are? They’ve been collecting championships like a farmer gathers eggs for quite some time now. When I shared the ring with them in Project Honor, I outsmarted both and had them eliminated simultaneously from the battle royal I was forced to partake in. For 281 days I’ve been sent into a gosh damn battlefield without a shield or sword to swing, and somehow I’ve survived. Somehow I’ve won some along the way. I didn’t do it with this..”She popped a one armed muscle pose and scoffed. ”I did it with this.”She tapped her temple with a fingertip. ”But alas, the small percentile chance I have of beating you is worth the risk of booking us. Personally? If I were you I’d be angry. You deserve better than me. But you won’t be angry. You won’t realize how badly you got shafted on your debut. Why? Because you’re unintelligent. Worse, you’re a loon. You’re crazier than a rainbow trout in a carwash. You’re illogical, a hypocrite. Just look at the evidence. You chastised your sidemen in Paramount or should we just call it ‘Alexandra and her Sidemen’ about being honest with each other and working together as a team… all the while you went behind their backs and teamed with the man whom testosterone forgot.”Again she meant Cypher, but she couldn’t be bothered remembering his name. ”Not evidence enough? Ok. How about this? You’re a highly decorated wrestler, yet you put your stakes in…in… in…”Out of nowhere she guffawed so hard she slapped her knee. ”OCW!”The Rich Bitch pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. ”OCW.. Wow. The same OCW who, at any random moment, *snaps fingers once* can purge the entire roster like they’ve done before. OCW is like a mangy old dog limping to the barn to die, and you Ms. Calaway, are like a flea hitching the ride. Denzel Porter doesn’t even promote OCW anymore. Some of their champions don’t retweet anything about them, probably because they’re embarrassed to. The fact you’re having to seek competition here in APEX is testament to what OCW is lacking. Nonetheless, you treat that dung pile like it’s the greatest thing since the egg white omelet. Pfft.”A derisive scoff. ”You're loony, you're dumb, and you're a hypocrite. You want to be a shining example to your daughter Ashlynn. Riiiiight. Mmmhhmm. Okay. Good job on NOT doing that. You’re a wrestler so right off the bat you’re poisoning her mind by telling her it’s okay to be like you; to walk around hoisting up that one repugnant finger in the world’s oldest and most vulgar salute.. To bludgeon another human being with all manner of weapons best left to their intended purpose.. To dress in a manner that shows all of her virtuous places to thousands, no, millions of depraved and perverted strangers.”Sonya stopped herself. Her disgust for Alexandra’s bad mothering wretched her stomach. She felt ill. Bravely though, she carried on after a reprieve. ”Perhaps worse than all that is how you fill her precious young mind with lies about her innate abilities to act and sing. You need to be honest with her. Ashlynn is terrible at acting and singing, and someday she will come across a cutthroat director or stage manager who’ll shatter her entire sense of reality when they tell her the truth. I’m not a mom but let me give you motherly advice since you’re atrocious at momming. Enroll her in vocational trade schools. There’s programs that allow young teens to learn a trade such as plumbing and welding to name a few, and when they turn 18 years old they’re awarded the certification that allows them to work in those fields immediately. She’ll earn great pay in a stable career. Otherwise, she’s gonna default to the life you led, and will whore her mind, body, and soul out to shameless promoters and fans. Surely you don’t want that, right?”A genuine look of concern surfaced on the flawless features of the aristocrat. ”Surely you want her to strive for something better. You’re shoveling lies and cake down her gullet, and at this rate all she’s ever gonna be is a failed singer and actress who serves coffee to people like me when she’s not getting her face smashed in at weekend wrestling shows. Look at what wrestling has gotten you, Ms. Calaway. Lots of championships, sure, but it’s also gotten you a husband who killed himself just to get away from you. That poor young man literally didn’t want to be on the same plane of existence as you. That’s how rotten you are at your core. I’m almost tempted to call child protection services on you. I truly should.”She paused and jotted down a reminder to in fact call child protective services on Alexandra. Something dawned on her afterward. She was traversing dangerous terrain by bringing up Alexandra’s past. ”I apologize, Ms. Calaway. Perhaps I went too far there. I’m just concerned, is all. You know what? Let’s shift topics. Allow me to engage your new boyfriend or whatever interest he is to you. Mr. Rocket Man, get out while you can. Break ties with her or you’ll wind up like her ex-husband.”She winced. She shouldn’t have said that. Oh well. ”Also, it’d behoove you to refrain from interfering in my match with Alexandra at the Heritage Bank Arena this Tuesday. That goes for the rest of you in Paramount. My bodyguard, Smith, will be on high alert. If you folks stick your nose in my business, he’ll rip all of you from earhole to butthole. It will look like a bear mauled a bunch of rabbits. My manager, Norris, will join the fray too if need be, because he knows I’m a treasure that should be protected at all costs.”Sonya stood and began a slow trek toward the front of the desk, her posture regal of sorts, poised despite the impending beatdown she’ll suffer at Alexandra’s hands. ”Yes, I said treasure. In this world as a whole, including wrestling itself, I have net worth in the hundreds of millions. These reprehensible promotions throw themselves at my dad for the joy of having me on their shows, just so they can tell their fans to tune in for my beatdown every episode. My punishment is money, it’s ratings. What’s kinda humorous about this is you. Outside of the wrestling world where stuff actually matters in life, you’re unremarkable. You’re no more noticeable than a piece of lint in the dryer or a discarded bottle cap in the road. I couldn’t even auction you off to Nigerian slave owners for a rug and lamp.”Having made her way to the front of the desk, she parked her pleasantly plump rump atop it then eased one succulent leg over the other. After smoothing out the rest of her conservative blue pants suit, she continued. ”In the wrestling world, however, you hold some value just like the few who hold your same accolades, but you’re losing value every time you step in the ring these days, because you’re nearing 40 years old and you have just as many injuries as you do championship reigns. And yes ma’am, you better believe I’m gonna exploit every one of your injuries if I can.”The corners of her mouth curled up, bringing to bear a most unladylike sneer. ”In ‘wrestling years’ you’re old. No, not old. You’re elderly. No, not elderly. You’re ancient.” Her facial expression was profound, a countenance that revealed genuine disdain for Alexandra Calaway, not merely a dislike afforded to most opponents. ”You’re a dinosaur, Old Lady Calaway, and this Tuesday on Riot… the meteor’s coming!” With that, the stunning blonde gestured to cut the camera off. Her hypnotic ocean-blue eyes pinned the camera crew in place the entire time they broke down equipment and loaded it up. They weren't moving fast enough though. ”GET! THE! HELL! OUT! OF! MY! OFFICE!”Sonya motioned to Smith and the humongous man promptly seized the camera crew and their equipment then hurled them out of the room unceremoniously. The end.
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Post by Alexandra Sanders on Jun 12, 2022 18:39:35 GMT -5
Calaway Ranch 3:30PM CST 6/12/22
Alexandra had been sitting at home, watching her daughter training in the backyard. She recieved word that the company had made it back and who her opponent would be for her debut match in PWS Apex. She had match to do and it was just the start of her career here in PWS:Apex, cementing her legacy in another fed. She took the time while her daughter was busy with her karate trainer to record a small little tidbit for her match. Something about the timing of the moment was just right. She looked into the camera after looking at her daughter. She smiled softly, looking into the camera, before a cocky smirk crossed her features and she began to speak.
"You often here people use the phrase, you've never faced anyone like me. And honestly, in most cases, they are just blowing smoke up your ass. However, when I say it.. I mean it. You Sonya Benson, have been chosen to stand across the ring from the one and only Alexandra Calaway, and your fate has already been decided. The moment they placed you in a match with me. Anything that happens to you now, rests on their shoulders."
She took a moment to pause, drinking a sip of her water, before she licked her lips and looked out over her daughter and her trainer. She smiled, seeing HER legacy, learning something she enjoyed. Before she turned and looked back into the camera speaking again.
"When we step into that ring, you aren't facing some newbie who just started wrestling a week or so ago, who's still as wet behind the ears as most of them are. I'm a veteran of this sport. I've been all around the world, wrestling in some of the best companies until I managed to be noticed by PWS APEX management, who looked at my record and said that's the kind of wrestler I want to add to my roster, which brought me here. People seem to think that just because I haven't been around whatever company, that I'm new or that I know nothing about this industry or how to perform when it comes to being in the ring. That's because I put my legacy first."
She pointed out towards her daughter.
"You see my little girl. She's the reason I got back into the ring. She's the reason I push myself so hard. I want to leave her a legacy she can be proud to be a part of. So when that bell rings, make sure you give it all you've got. Because if you even think about half-assing this match.. I can promise you that you will suffer the most horrendous and extremely painful night, because I will send you to the hospital. You see, this industry.. is my legacy. This sport is my life, its in my blood. I grew up around the ring, I molded myself into the wrestler I am today. I didn't need anyone to help me. Tonight, Sonya Benson is my night and it starts with you, and next week, who knows what new challenger may come my way.. But unless I take my last breath.. I will not go down without a fight or without dragging them to hell with me."
She looked down at her phone as it vibrated, before she smiled up at the camera, her cocky smirk once again, crossing her features.
"While a door closed on my last chapter, a new one is beginning, with new people to face, new people to befriend.. and a new life. One that I can make it what I want it to be. There's something to be said when your life seems to be crumbling around you, like old tombstones in a cemetery. When it seems like you are watching your own life play out in front of you, that you find out who you truly are. When the match is over and the referee hits the mat a third time, I will stand over you, looking down into your eyes, when I watch you as you bow before the Queen of Hell.."
She looks into the camera with a cold stare, as the scene fades out around her as she turns her back to the camera and starts down the steps to where her daughter is.
Arena RIOT 6pm 6/14/22
Alexandra had heard all of the nice little things that Sonya had said about her. She couldn't help but find it laughable. This young woman was trying to so hard to play the mind games with someone who had been playing mind games with people for a long time. The woman did have one thing right OCW had been a cesspool of bullshit. That's why Alexandra was tying up her time there. She pointed at the camera man who turned the camera on and she smiled.
"Oh wow.. as if I haven't heard that same old song and dance before. Damn. You got me. I am concerned for your vision my dear. Because I look around and I didn't know this was OCW. Last I checked.. Paramount isn't here, nor will they be. My time here.. is my time."
She laughed a cocky smirk crossing her features. Sonya certainly did her homework, what did she do, pull Alexandra's entire career history. She brought her hand up to her mouth trying to stifle back the laugh.
"Did the blonde hair get to you love? Paramount is dead. There's nothing left. They aren't here.. they aren't coming here and I don't need them to protect me. As for losing to Mike Mason.. and asking where my protection was.. newsflash.. I wasn't a part of paramount at that time.. You really are grasping at straws my dear. You are trying to so hard to take a dig at a woman who used to be just like you. Run your mouth.. use your mind.. none of that matters when we step into that ring tonight. NONE of it. What will matter is just how badly I beat your ass."
She licked her lips, thinking about what the young lady said.
"Not that you need to worry, but my daughter is a honor student.. she's in STEM classes, she's going to college and majoring in a field that your little brain couldn't even fathom. She'll go on to stop major wars from occurring. So what if she has a hobby while she's young. Sounds like someone's jealous that mommy and daddy didn't love her enough to let her have fun in her childhood. Damn.. that sucks. Your life must have been really boring. Maybe someone should call your parents and thank them.. because they created the next Paris Hilton.. who will be washed out by the time she's 29. And used by men for her.. pretty little.. power.."
She laughed again, knowing that she'd probably strike a nerve with the young lady, but honestly she really didn't fucking care.
"What was that you called me.. unremarkable? My dear.. Do you know my whole story? As for my dead ex husband.. he didn't kill himself to get away from me.. He killed himself because his love for drugs.. was bigger than his love for his family. So here's an idea.. if I'm such a danger.. run.. But no matter where you run.. I'll find you. Say your prayers to whatever God it is that you serve.. Jesus, Allah.. Money.. whoever it is.. because Hell is coming for you.."
She goes to walk away, before stepping back into the camera.
"Kiss your guard goodbye while you are at it.. because tonight is the last night you'll run your mouth about me. Tonight is your downfall, before you could even truly get started."
She pushed the camera way before walking off as the screen goes black.
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