Totes Unfair!
Sept 28, 2022 6:49:52 GMT -5
"The Peoples GOAT" James Raven, TheNewBreed, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2022 6:49:52 GMT -5
RANDALL BENSON - SONYA’S DAD
Sonya’s father, Randall Benson, sat at his desk rubbing the stress from his temples.
”Let me get this straight, you voluntarily signed a wrestling contract with this XHW promotion while still being under contract with WGWF? You went even further by not telling me you were gonna do it. You better have a damn good fucking explanation for this, because right now you’re looking like a fucking dumbass.”
His aging eyes rested upon the defiant ocean-blue orbs that men get lost at sea in.
”If you paid more attention to my plight in WGWF you’d be up to speed on it, daaaaaad.” The last word sent a wince through Randall; he hated it when she said dad that way.
”James Raven is my general manager in WGWF, daaaaad. He wants me out of WGWF. I want out of WGWF. He can’t boot me because you and Chris Page have my contract on termination immunity so that Page can whore me out for ratings all the livelong day, daaad. Unfortunately James only has two brain cells and they’re both fighting for third place. He doesn’t have the modicum of sense to book me against sixteen opponents in one night, like a gauntlet match or something, and just pay my opponents to take a dive, or book me in singles every show and tell the opponent to dive for me in some quid pro quo circumstances. If he did any of those things, I’d be out of his hair. He wins. I win. Everyone wins. Well, everyone except wrestling fans but they don’t count.”
Sonya belted a scoffing snort, she still couldn’t believe the severe intelligence handicap of James Raven. Randall looked at her expectantly but nothing came forth from the flawless kissers of the reviled woman.
”Annnnd?? Nowhere in that bullshit spiel did you answer my fucking question.” He snapped at her.
He stood and trekked to his office bar where he poured some liquor into a shot glass - as he often does when dealing with his little girl. Sonya could feel his ire rising and she squirmed in the chair. The defiance she had was slipping some.
”Dad, James defaulted to temper tantrum mode. He’s made it clear I’ll never get a fair shake in my matches within WGWF. He immediately booked me against not one but TWO opponents. One is his wife Atara and, like, oh my god dad, I can’t even describe her. She’s regularly beaten myths, legends, champions, and she’s an Extreme Champion in XWF. I’m sure you’ve heard of her. Mother of the ugliest baby in the world. A baby so repugnant looking that Atara’s started wrestling again to get away from him or her or it or whatever that hideous creature is.”
Randall indulged a swig of his vice, ”still not answering my fucking question,” he grumbled as he savored the flavor.
”Dad! Let me finish.” She threw her hands up in exapersion. ”Facing Atara is bad enough, I had no chance, but oh no that wasn’t good enough for James. He had to make doubly sure I couldn’t win by booking me against another girl, her name’s Shay.”
She threw her hands up again, this time being extra with her dramatics. ”Nobody knows anything about her except it’s rumored she’s really vicious and relentless. She tagged me in a tweet where it showed her beating up some girl in a martial arts class. She mentioned how fun it’s gonna be to massacre me. The girl’s gonna bring people to watch her and Atara demolish me. I think she’s even bringing that dilapidated 19 time retiree Kat Jones.”
With terrifying but not uncommon anger, Randall threw the shot glass above her head and it shattered against the wall. Before Sonya could register anything next, he was pressed against her, that delicate chin of hers gripped painfully in his hand.
”Boo-fucking-hoo. You reap what you sow. I don’t see how your little diatribe leads to why you foolishly signed a contract with another company to get your ass kicked even more.”
He let her chin go with a shove, whipping her head to the side a little. She rubbed it and battled back the tears forming at her ducts while her dad scootched onto the edge of the desk and gestured for her to continue.
”Dad, I’m the weakest link in the match, okay? Atara and Shay are gonna use me as a piñata. James is gonna continue to book me in those types of impossible-to-win matches, which means I’m never gonna gain freedom at WGWF, which means I might wind up grievously injured or possibly dead if someone takes liberties. XHW has a women’s only division though. Most of the wins I’ve cobbled together have been against women in one versus one matches. So while I’m going nowhere in WGWF, I’ll be picking up inevitable wins here and there in XHW. I had Larry check all those contracts you forced me into. Nowhere does it say I have to attain the required wins in a single promotion. It simply states I must win 25 wrestling matches. That’s it. That’s… that’s my answer.”
She was relieved when her Dad relaxed but not so relieved when he broke into a fit of boisterous knee slapping laughter.
”BAHAHAHA! Your entire punishment has been tough love from me. I know that shitstain trainer of yours wouldn’t understand it because he’s not part of the ruling class and he’s not of the first world, but trust me what I’m doing is gonna make you stronger overall in the end. But it’s fucking hilarious that you’re gonna punish yourself, unwittingly, by getting pummeled on Monday and then elbow crawling your beaten ass into XHW on Tuesday on some wing and prayer you’ll win. I swear you’re not mine. There was a switch at birth. There’s no way someone of my loin is this fucking stupid. Ha.”
He shook his head, got up, and retreated to his plush leather chair where he flopped into and rested his hands behind his head.
”I have no protection, Dad. Hitmaker-Yamazaki Enterprises folded overnight. Poof. It’s gone. I don’t have Johnny’s guidance. With Duncan’s training I might have a chance.” She replied with a bead of confidence.
”Right.” He said in return while lighting a cigar imported from a far reach of the globe. ”Well, I guess you better get to it. Go get your training on with Dookie Blue. I’m not even mad about this. It’s so absurd I can’t be. You’re dismissed.” He puffed on the cigar and waved her away.
”Thank you, Dad.” She whispered as she stood and proceeded to the door.
”Oh and good luck with the ladies over at XHW. Go get 'em’ tiger!” Randall quipped with profound sarcasm. He then balled his fist limp and feminine like and thrust it into the air lady-like… ”Girl Power!” He chirped in a girly voice.
ONE HOUR AFTER SONYA’S MEETING WITH HER FATHER
~Off Camera I think? Not sure~
Sonya could hardly contain her excitement. A project she’d been working on for nearly a year was near completion. As she rushed into her lavash personal gym where Duncan Shepard would later spend a cruel existence training her, she was met by her manager, Norris. He matched her enthusiasm as he led her to the dressing room.
”She’s so close, Sonya.”
He yanked the door open and there before Sonya stood a near spitting-image of herself. Sonya’s eyes lit up with awe.
”Oooooh Norris, she’s damn close. Oh my god!”
”Mmmmhmmm! You’re a genius.” He beamed at her like a proud papa.
Over a year ago when Sonya was thrust into her perilous plight she began searching the world for a stunt double of sorts, a lookalike stand in, someone capable of taking a punch or was perhaps a MMA fighter or a wrestler. The plan was simple in theory. Make them appear as Sonya Benson and collect wins for her. The biggest problem was, of course, Sonya’s immense beauty that no woman on earth could compare to. The few that came close were not interested in getting punched in the face for her no matter how much money she threw at them.
That is, until Norris scoured enough of the earth to scout out a fresh young English MMA fighter in, of all places, South Asia, by the name of Regina Wallis. She wasn’t as pretty as Sonya, but she was in the ballpark, and the best part was that she wasn’t well-off financially. It wasn’t a tough sell for Sonya to offer her all the amenities she was lacking; abundance in food, lodging, vehicles, permanent residency in the USA, money, men, the prospect of beating the shit out of someone frequently, the whole nine. The only thing Sonya had a hard time selling her was getting minor cosmetic surgeries done. After all, Regina wanted to go back to being Regina Wallis after Sonya’s “prison sentence” in wrestling was over.
In the end Regina relented though.
”Will she be ready in time for my WGWF match?” Sonya asked.
Regina cocked her head to the side.
”Ummm, I’m not a robot. You could just ask me, homegirl, twinnie twin.”
Sonya cocked a brow and, for once in a long while, genuinely smiled.
”Oooh, you’ve ditched some of that rotten Brit speak. You sound kinda like me.” Sonya marveled.
”Yes ma’am. I’ve been practicing. Check this shit out too.”
Regina whipped her head to the side and then snapped it toward Sonya, giving her the renowned Benson Bitch Face. Sonya gasped and clutched her heart. It was so endearing for Sonya to see her own Bitch Face being thrown back at her so perfectly.
”Gorgeous! I can’t even!”
The ladies giggled and jumped up and down excitedly in a hug.
”To answer your question, I’m estimating another month or so before she’s able to compete as you. Sooooo, sadly you’re gonna have to get wrecked for a few more shows. After that, she might net you some double dipping wins in those promotions.”
The celebration ended but Sonya remained upbeat. After some more small talk Sonya left Regina in the dressing room and stepped outside with Norris.
”Sonya, I’m happy you found some sunshine in this shitstorm but I urge you to not befriend her. When she starts going out there pretending to be you, she might get caught up in the limelight, get homesick, or god knows what else. She could expose this whole thing if shit gets twisted for her. Plus she might also shit the bed and get her ass kicked all the time. That’s why it’s important to keep training with Duncan even after Regina is out there pretending to be you. And Sonya? Never, ever, ever, eeeeeever, tell Duncan about this. Obviously.”
The Virtuous Villain nodded her head in the affirmative.
”Duh. I’m taking this to the grave lest my Dad snuff it out first. Now come on, let’s all get some good eats and scrumptious treats.”
Norris grinned. How could he say no to food?