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Infamous Benson Plaza
Media lobby
Saturday, 13th of August, 20 and 22.
Every major and minor news outlet was there, especially the ones covering sports and entertainment, namely professional wrestling. Any news regarding the famed anti pro wrestling activist turned wrestler against her will was met with great fervor, as it should be given the atrocities she’s committed against the great sport.
Their wait was short lived. From the double doors of the lobby came the woman in question, Sonya Benson, flanked by her manager Norris and her humongous bodyguard Smith. As always, the billionaire bombshell was adorned in an absolutely stunning Sherbrooke pants suit, but most noticeable was the change in hair color. Once blonde, now jet black. Not a single strand of hair was out of place.
The flashes from the cameras sparkled across the venue like it was the kickoff to the Super Bowl. Sonya paid them no mind. Her strides were marked with equal parts hatred and purpose as she took to the podium and sneered out into the throng of reporters. After unfolding a prepared speech drafted by her cruel old daddy, she gritted her teeth and went about it.
Sonya Benson: Thank you all for being here today.
Her tone was all but complimentary. She even added a dismissive gesture to it. Suddenly, the familiar voice of the GOAT journalist himself, Denzel Porter, pierced the air.
Denzel Porter: Thank you for having us, Ms. Benson! And might I say, your change in hair color looks very good on you. The black matches your soul. It really accentuates your heart.
The most beautiful woman in this world and the worlds not yet discovered was stunned by Denzel’s remarks. Her flawlessly formed chin drops with offense.
Sonya Benson: Excuse me? Excuuuuse me!?!?!?
The assembly of reporters were laughing and all too eager to pat Denzel on the back.
Denzel Porter: Ms. Benson, come on now, you’ve slandered me much worse in the past and I remained silent on the matter. I had to get my ‘get back’ you know? It’s just how I roll.
Sonya’s body tensed and the muscles in her unfathomably pretty face tightened. She was about to verbally nuke Denzel but Norris butted in with a elbow nudge to her ribs. Leaning in, he whispered some things and tapped the paper her cruel old daddy had sent her out here with.
Sonya Benson: Whatever, Mr. Porter. Whatever! I can’t even deal with you right now!
She read over the next few lines of the speech silently and felt sick. She was supposed to say so many kind things to these deplorable wrestling pundits and peddle pushers. Things they didn’t deserve. In true Sonya fashion, she ripped the speech up and tossed it away.
Sonya Benson: Screw you, daddy. And screw all of you! Blah blah. Nice things. Blah blah. I’m supposed to make some announcements here, so here you go, you assembly of mutton faced malt worms! My despicable, cruel, mean, deplorable, horrible no good very bad daddy has once again FORCED me into a wrestling contract. I am hereby officially a member of Chronic Corpse Page’s WGWF promotion. I will finish out my prison sentence in this wretched sport there. I have 17 more wins to go. I started with 25. I can do this!
A great upheaval of questions flew her way, but one voice above all carried more.
Dave Metlzer: Ms. Benson! Ms. Benson! Does this mean you’ve also joined CCP Enterprises?
She rolled those ocean blue eyes that so many men get lost at sea in.
Sonya Benson: Uh, no. To the contrary, I did something my cruel old daddy and Cokehead Chris Page aren’t going to like. Don’t take my word for it, though, take his.
Sonya motioned toward the double doors she’d emerged from earlier.
After a brief pause for dramatic purposes, the doors get kicked open. After another brief pause, none other than Canada’s Greatest Manager, The Man With Two Brains, Johnny Hitmaker emerges to many a shocked gasp and murmur. He gives a Queen’s wave to everyone in attendance, makes his way to the podium, shakes hands with Norris, Smith, and finally, Sonya, who steps aside so The #1 Hit-Maker can speak.
Johnny Hitmaker: Who were you expecting? Adam Barker?
Those in attendance chuckle politely.
Johnny Hitmaker: Right off the bat, lemme make ONE THING… PERFECTLY CLEAR: a miscarriage of justice occurred the day Ms. B was forced - FORCED to enter this industry! And by her very own FATHER no less! That fact ALONE augments the cruelty exponentially, but did you know, ladies and gentlemen gathered here today, that the CONSEQUENCES for her refusal… would be to be out ALL of those precious duckets and gold coins?! Daddy Dearest INDEED! AND! AND, like I said, FORCED to get into a sport that took her only sibling - her baby brother - away from her!
Johnny lowers his head and gives it a solemn shake.
Johnny Hitmaker: What kind of petty man would stoop so low as to, to COERCE his own daughter to go through with something she was morally, spiritually, PHYSICALLY AND DIAMETRICALLY OPPOSED TO?! What was the point in Ms. B here going out of her way to shut down wrestling promotions left, right, and centre, if only to send her to a Hell the likes she’s never had to nor NEEDED to experience?!
Johnny is pounding at the podium’s surface with every accentuated word.
Johnny Hitmaker: TWENTY-FIVE matches, folks! TWENTY-FIVE matches Ms. B MUST participate in, or she loses it all! And not ONLY participate in, WIN! This delicate angel wasn’t bred for combat! The deck was unjustly stacked against her, and for WHAT? But despite insurmountable odds, this woman, this paradigm of virtue, has acquired SEVEN out of 25 victories thus far! Seven wins in 10 months! An impressive feat for an ESTABLISHED wrestler, much less a Green Goddess! And on TOP of it all, she’s felled third-generation talent, champions of the highest calibre, you name ‘em, she’s beat ‘em, merely using the talents God gave her!
He points emphatically at Sonya multiple times throughout his diatribe.
Johnny Hitmaker: That’s 17 victories leftt before she can be free. Each day that goes by, her luck runs more and more out, like sands in the hourglass. But you see, these don’t HAVE to be the Days of Our Lives, noooo. There is ALWAYS a silver lining to things… whenever Canada’s Greatest Manager is around, that is! And to that end, she has scoured the four corners of the world for a glimmer, a MOTE of hope, ANYTHING to help expedite her departure from this business she so hates! And while, yes, obviously, I LOVE professional wrestling - I’ve been doing it for over 20 years now, for God’s sake - who BETTER to approach than The Johnimant Species for guidance and insight? No, come on, now, seriously: WHO? Anyone? Anyone at all?
Some hands go up.
Johnny Hitmaker: That’s right: NO ONE but yours truly, The Pharaoh’s Pharaoh leading the Enterprise of Enterprises, Hitmaker-Yamazaki Enterprise, to be precise! What an intelligent choice from a bright star in such a gruesomely dark world! And who BETTER to protect a fellow anti-Chris Pager than the man who POPULARIZED hating Chris Page?! Oh, and, uh, Chris, if you’re watching this… you didn’t and never WILL get Danny Danger, but I did you one better: YOU GOT ME!!!
Johnny then proceeds to cackle sinisterly. He then motions for Sonya to return to the podium.
Sonya Benson: The enemy of my enemy is my fr–... erm… Acquaintance. That’s what has happened here. This was me scoring the figurative 1-2-3 pinfall on Chronic Puke Page. Now, onto my final announcement. My dearest daddy has fired my personal wrestling trainer Damon “Havok” Riggs. I never wanted Riggs as my trainer. As you all know, my daddy hired him without telling me and forced me into it. Mr. Riggs was a torturer, not a trainer. He took great pleasure in hurting me under the guise of “training”.
The reporters protested her accusations. They knew full well she was full of crap and that she just didn’t like his hardcore training methods. Johnny shakes his head, disgusted at the announcement that his one-time commentating partner would be such a seedy character.
Sonya Benson: Quiet please, I’m talking. I’m still a Benson. When I talk, you shut up and listen. Mmmkay? Now, back to it. Mr. Riggs’ departure means I’m in need of a personal wrestling trainer again. Previously I went out and offered one million dollars for a trainer. That didn’t work. So, I’m willing to work out whatever arrangement a prospective trainer offers me now. Mr. Hitmaker has told me he’d train me if it was ten years ago. He’s far too busy these days though.
Hitmaker shot a finger up.
Johnny Hitmaker: Ah! But I will scour the ends of the earth to find her a trainer, even if I have to turn the rocks and soil of the earth INTO a trainer!
Sonya Benson: I’m confident the combined efforts of myself and Mr. Hitmaker will net a trainer for me in a timely manner. In the meantime, I’d like to issue an open challenge for WGWF’s first show since Geritolholic Chris Page hasn’t announced it yet.
The throng of reporters gasped, not expecting the wrestling hating non wrestler to be out here throwing open challenges.
Sonya Benson: That’s right. I’m declaring an open challenge to any of the local wrestling talents in the city this reprehensible show will be taking place in. For one lucky meathead it will be a night where they’ll be competing in front of thousands instead of fifty in a high school gym or bingo hall. You’re welcome for my generosity, you undeserving troglodyte.
The reporters went into an uproar but Sonya dismissed it with a scoff and gesture.
Sonya Benson: That concludes this presser. May all the bad things that can happen to someone happen to all of you. May you all die before the sun comes up and may you all rot in hell!
In an unprecedented display from the vixen of villainy, she joined Johnny Hitmaker hand in hand and raised them triumphantly in the air!
The end.
Media lobby
Saturday, 13th of August, 20 and 22.
Every major and minor news outlet was there, especially the ones covering sports and entertainment, namely professional wrestling. Any news regarding the famed anti pro wrestling activist turned wrestler against her will was met with great fervor, as it should be given the atrocities she’s committed against the great sport.
Their wait was short lived. From the double doors of the lobby came the woman in question, Sonya Benson, flanked by her manager Norris and her humongous bodyguard Smith. As always, the billionaire bombshell was adorned in an absolutely stunning Sherbrooke pants suit, but most noticeable was the change in hair color. Once blonde, now jet black. Not a single strand of hair was out of place.
The flashes from the cameras sparkled across the venue like it was the kickoff to the Super Bowl. Sonya paid them no mind. Her strides were marked with equal parts hatred and purpose as she took to the podium and sneered out into the throng of reporters. After unfolding a prepared speech drafted by her cruel old daddy, she gritted her teeth and went about it.
Sonya Benson: Thank you all for being here today.
Her tone was all but complimentary. She even added a dismissive gesture to it. Suddenly, the familiar voice of the GOAT journalist himself, Denzel Porter, pierced the air.
Denzel Porter: Thank you for having us, Ms. Benson! And might I say, your change in hair color looks very good on you. The black matches your soul. It really accentuates your heart.
The most beautiful woman in this world and the worlds not yet discovered was stunned by Denzel’s remarks. Her flawlessly formed chin drops with offense.
Sonya Benson: Excuse me? Excuuuuse me!?!?!?
The assembly of reporters were laughing and all too eager to pat Denzel on the back.
Denzel Porter: Ms. Benson, come on now, you’ve slandered me much worse in the past and I remained silent on the matter. I had to get my ‘get back’ you know? It’s just how I roll.
Sonya’s body tensed and the muscles in her unfathomably pretty face tightened. She was about to verbally nuke Denzel but Norris butted in with a elbow nudge to her ribs. Leaning in, he whispered some things and tapped the paper her cruel old daddy had sent her out here with.
Sonya Benson: Whatever, Mr. Porter. Whatever! I can’t even deal with you right now!
She read over the next few lines of the speech silently and felt sick. She was supposed to say so many kind things to these deplorable wrestling pundits and peddle pushers. Things they didn’t deserve. In true Sonya fashion, she ripped the speech up and tossed it away.
Sonya Benson: Screw you, daddy. And screw all of you! Blah blah. Nice things. Blah blah. I’m supposed to make some announcements here, so here you go, you assembly of mutton faced malt worms! My despicable, cruel, mean, deplorable, horrible no good very bad daddy has once again FORCED me into a wrestling contract. I am hereby officially a member of Chronic Corpse Page’s WGWF promotion. I will finish out my prison sentence in this wretched sport there. I have 17 more wins to go. I started with 25. I can do this!
A great upheaval of questions flew her way, but one voice above all carried more.
Dave Metlzer: Ms. Benson! Ms. Benson! Does this mean you’ve also joined CCP Enterprises?
She rolled those ocean blue eyes that so many men get lost at sea in.
Sonya Benson: Uh, no. To the contrary, I did something my cruel old daddy and Cokehead Chris Page aren’t going to like. Don’t take my word for it, though, take his.
Sonya motioned toward the double doors she’d emerged from earlier.
After a brief pause for dramatic purposes, the doors get kicked open. After another brief pause, none other than Canada’s Greatest Manager, The Man With Two Brains, Johnny Hitmaker emerges to many a shocked gasp and murmur. He gives a Queen’s wave to everyone in attendance, makes his way to the podium, shakes hands with Norris, Smith, and finally, Sonya, who steps aside so The #1 Hit-Maker can speak.
Johnny Hitmaker: Who were you expecting? Adam Barker?
Those in attendance chuckle politely.
Johnny Hitmaker: Right off the bat, lemme make ONE THING… PERFECTLY CLEAR: a miscarriage of justice occurred the day Ms. B was forced - FORCED to enter this industry! And by her very own FATHER no less! That fact ALONE augments the cruelty exponentially, but did you know, ladies and gentlemen gathered here today, that the CONSEQUENCES for her refusal… would be to be out ALL of those precious duckets and gold coins?! Daddy Dearest INDEED! AND! AND, like I said, FORCED to get into a sport that took her only sibling - her baby brother - away from her!
Johnny lowers his head and gives it a solemn shake.
Johnny Hitmaker: What kind of petty man would stoop so low as to, to COERCE his own daughter to go through with something she was morally, spiritually, PHYSICALLY AND DIAMETRICALLY OPPOSED TO?! What was the point in Ms. B here going out of her way to shut down wrestling promotions left, right, and centre, if only to send her to a Hell the likes she’s never had to nor NEEDED to experience?!
Johnny is pounding at the podium’s surface with every accentuated word.
Johnny Hitmaker: TWENTY-FIVE matches, folks! TWENTY-FIVE matches Ms. B MUST participate in, or she loses it all! And not ONLY participate in, WIN! This delicate angel wasn’t bred for combat! The deck was unjustly stacked against her, and for WHAT? But despite insurmountable odds, this woman, this paradigm of virtue, has acquired SEVEN out of 25 victories thus far! Seven wins in 10 months! An impressive feat for an ESTABLISHED wrestler, much less a Green Goddess! And on TOP of it all, she’s felled third-generation talent, champions of the highest calibre, you name ‘em, she’s beat ‘em, merely using the talents God gave her!
He points emphatically at Sonya multiple times throughout his diatribe.
Johnny Hitmaker: That’s 17 victories leftt before she can be free. Each day that goes by, her luck runs more and more out, like sands in the hourglass. But you see, these don’t HAVE to be the Days of Our Lives, noooo. There is ALWAYS a silver lining to things… whenever Canada’s Greatest Manager is around, that is! And to that end, she has scoured the four corners of the world for a glimmer, a MOTE of hope, ANYTHING to help expedite her departure from this business she so hates! And while, yes, obviously, I LOVE professional wrestling - I’ve been doing it for over 20 years now, for God’s sake - who BETTER to approach than The Johnimant Species for guidance and insight? No, come on, now, seriously: WHO? Anyone? Anyone at all?
Some hands go up.
Johnny Hitmaker: That’s right: NO ONE but yours truly, The Pharaoh’s Pharaoh leading the Enterprise of Enterprises, Hitmaker-Yamazaki Enterprise, to be precise! What an intelligent choice from a bright star in such a gruesomely dark world! And who BETTER to protect a fellow anti-Chris Pager than the man who POPULARIZED hating Chris Page?! Oh, and, uh, Chris, if you’re watching this… you didn’t and never WILL get Danny Danger, but I did you one better: YOU GOT ME!!!
Johnny then proceeds to cackle sinisterly. He then motions for Sonya to return to the podium.
Sonya Benson: The enemy of my enemy is my fr–... erm… Acquaintance. That’s what has happened here. This was me scoring the figurative 1-2-3 pinfall on Chronic Puke Page. Now, onto my final announcement. My dearest daddy has fired my personal wrestling trainer Damon “Havok” Riggs. I never wanted Riggs as my trainer. As you all know, my daddy hired him without telling me and forced me into it. Mr. Riggs was a torturer, not a trainer. He took great pleasure in hurting me under the guise of “training”.
The reporters protested her accusations. They knew full well she was full of crap and that she just didn’t like his hardcore training methods. Johnny shakes his head, disgusted at the announcement that his one-time commentating partner would be such a seedy character.
Sonya Benson: Quiet please, I’m talking. I’m still a Benson. When I talk, you shut up and listen. Mmmkay? Now, back to it. Mr. Riggs’ departure means I’m in need of a personal wrestling trainer again. Previously I went out and offered one million dollars for a trainer. That didn’t work. So, I’m willing to work out whatever arrangement a prospective trainer offers me now. Mr. Hitmaker has told me he’d train me if it was ten years ago. He’s far too busy these days though.
Hitmaker shot a finger up.
Johnny Hitmaker: Ah! But I will scour the ends of the earth to find her a trainer, even if I have to turn the rocks and soil of the earth INTO a trainer!
Sonya Benson: I’m confident the combined efforts of myself and Mr. Hitmaker will net a trainer for me in a timely manner. In the meantime, I’d like to issue an open challenge for WGWF’s first show since Geritolholic Chris Page hasn’t announced it yet.
The throng of reporters gasped, not expecting the wrestling hating non wrestler to be out here throwing open challenges.
Sonya Benson: That’s right. I’m declaring an open challenge to any of the local wrestling talents in the city this reprehensible show will be taking place in. For one lucky meathead it will be a night where they’ll be competing in front of thousands instead of fifty in a high school gym or bingo hall. You’re welcome for my generosity, you undeserving troglodyte.
The reporters went into an uproar but Sonya dismissed it with a scoff and gesture.
Sonya Benson: That concludes this presser. May all the bad things that can happen to someone happen to all of you. May you all die before the sun comes up and may you all rot in hell!
In an unprecedented display from the vixen of villainy, she joined Johnny Hitmaker hand in hand and raised them triumphantly in the air!
The end.