Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2022 4:43:57 GMT -5
Another training session with Sonya Benson and her world champion instructor Duncan Shepard (now known as Duncan Ryder) netted more arguments between the two. Student and teacher stood their ground, Sonya with her arms crossed while clad in Carnegie-Mellon tank top and super cute leopard print yoga pants, and Duncan Ryder matching her posture while adorned in simple workout gear.
”No more rope drills!” Sonya demanded!
”Our contract states I make the calls when training, meaning you play by my rules in this ring. I told you I won’t tolerate short cuts in your matches and what did you do? You made a mockery of wrestling in that ‘win’ over Punisher. I told you the ramifications for stunts like that when we meet for training. Did you not read your own contract with me?”
Sonya’s flawlessly formed chin dropped in offense.
”Oooooohhh okay mister smart guy! Maybe you should read the fine print in that contract. It clearly says you get your way WITHIN REASON you dolt! This is unreasonable and I’m just not gonna do it, so there, take that. Hmmp!”
She snapped her head away from him in a sassy girl manner, making sure to fling as much of her ink black tresses in his direction. Duncan cocked his head back, closed his eyes, and prayed for strength to deal with the jezebel today. He was losing patience with her. After taking a breath he decided on a different approach.
”Sonya you’re cheating yourself by skirting the rules in matches and by trying to get out of training drills with me. It’s counterproductive. Think of it this way; what would your brother Benjamin do in your shoes?”
Sonya’s ocean blue orbs flooded with tears and reddened with anger. It was at this moment he knew he’d fucked up. The slap came with a fury. It hit Duncan so hard he saw two stars dancing in his eyes. She belted something unintelligible and tried to slap him again but he caught her hand and trapped it at her side.
”STOP!” He commanded.
She did not and attempted to smack him with the other hand. He blocked it too and trapped it at her side.
”DAMN IT! STOP!” He growled at her.
She tried to bring her knee into his groin but he checked it and forced her into the corner buckles, Sonya thrashing the entire way. Her enormous bodyguard, Smith, began to enter the ring, but Norris grabbed him by the arm and said something to him that gave him pause.
”I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have brought Benjamin up. I was trying to get through to you.” He said in a bid to bring reason between them.
It didn’t work. Sonya bucked wildly and screamed other unintelligible things. Duncan huffed. He was flustered. Something happened next that Duncan hadn’t planned on. A feeling came over him he hadn’t had in quite some time. There was something about Sonya’s defiance even in her vulnerability, not just now but since the day he met her, that suddenly came ringing home. He shook his head defiantly at the emotion, but an invisible force, a hand of fate perhaps, forced his head toward her and he crushed her lips with his.
”Mdbfiefgb” Was all Sonya mustered as his kiss took her by surprise.
There was nothing romantic about the smooch. It was raw, primal, aggressive. Sonya’s eyes bulged and she resisted, but then her pretty blue peepers fluttered with betrayal and her body relaxed as she surrendered to his kiss. Before long it was Sonya’s lips crushing his, matching him tongue for tongue. Suddenly, Duncan broke free and backed away, arms held up as if surrendering to police.
”WHOA! NO! I don’t know what just happened but no!”
Sonya ambled out of her corner lost in a daze of lust.
”What? No! You KISSED me! I felt that! It meant something!”
The proverbial alarm bells rang for Duncan and he tried warding her off but she was relentless and threw herself at his arms. Duncan instinctively caught her and she climbed up him like a spider monkey, wrapping her legs around his waist.
”Take me, Duncan Ryder! Breach my walls like Alexander the Great did at the siege of Tyre!” She begged.
There was something irresistibly sexy about the request. It shredded any resistance Duncan had and he gave her “the look.”
”Sonya Michelle Benson… PREPARE TO BE RAVAGED LIKE HANNIBAL DID THE ROMANS AT THE BATTLE OF CANNAE!”
He grabbed a handful of her surprisingly well-rounded derriere and..
”HAHAHAHAHA!”
Sonya peeled her eyes off the Reddit erotica wrestling fan-fic post she’d been reading aloud from her cellphone.
”Wrestling fans are such losers. What kind of pervert posts crap like this? Norris, don’t ever send me garbage like this again.”
Norris frowned. He thought it was a good story.
”What did you think of the story, Duncan?”
”It's really nice that a wrestling fan sees something in you that most don’t. That fan wrote you in a favorable and positive light. It’s commendable.”
Sonya rolled her eyes at him.
”You’re such a boy scout, Duncan.”
Duncan held a finger up to stave off another remark from her.
”You might better help your partner out.”
He pointed inside the ring where Todrick and Austin Ramsey, WGWF’s de facto tag champs, had the Punisher locked in their signature tag team maneuver called “Dusk Till Dawn” (Crippler cross face and Haas of Pain combo). Sonya had purchased the services of The Show Stealerz for sparring in preparation for her and Punisher’s main event tag match against Buster Gloves and Emily Simms. Up until this point the Punisher had held his own in the sparring match, but over time he’d become compromised due to Sonya’s unwillingness to tag herself in.
”This is the part where you jump in and break up the move.”
Sonya sneered at Duncan and took her sweet time setting her phone down before entering the ring. With no urgency whatsoever Sonya pranced up to the pair and peppered them with slaps until they relented. Once the hold was broken, Sonya sped back to her corner and cheered Punisher to shake it off and get back in the fight.
”WHAT THE FUCK SONYA?” The Punisher roared as he stood up.
The Show Stealerz retreated to their corner, probably because they felt bad for Punisher.
”Whoa! Pump the brakes. You were handling yourself well enough. I figured you had it.”
”Todrick and Austin are a better team than Buster and Emily but that doesn’t mean Buster and Emily are chopped fucking liver. They’ve both been champions. You better have your fucking head on a swivel Monday just in case they get the drop on me somehow. It’s fucking simple. Just pay attention on Monday.”
Sonya nodded and gave him a salute.
”Sir yes sir.” She replied with a layer of sarcasm built in.
Duncan knew that wasn’t gonna set well with Punisher so he stepped into the ring blowing on his whistle. Everyone’s attention shot to him, thank god.
”We’re getting off track here. Let’s work on hot tags in case the worst case scenario happens.”
Everyone retreated to their corners except for Austin and Punisher. Duncan blew his whistle again and Punisher tagged in Sonya. To her credit, she entered and blazed a trail at Austin, pouting the entire way. She slid between his legs, popped up, and tried to punch Todrick off the corner but Todrick was ready with a big flinch move at her and yelled “BOO!” It spooked Sonya, sending her combat rolling back through Austin’s legs. She sped toward her corner with Austin on her heels. Once again to Sonya’s credit, she faked the tag and actually engaged her opponent with a surprise Pele Kick.
”Oh Jesus, no.” Duncan muttered.
It failed miserably. Sonya landed on her head, foot easily nabbed in Austin’s grasp. Ramsey effortlessly transitioned into Buster’s vaunted Soul Crusher submission to see how she’d react.
TAP TAP TAP
”I GIVE UP! I QUIT! I QUIT! STAHP!”
”What the?? I haven’t even put any pressure on it.” Austin reported.
He let go and she rolled out of the ring with Duncan and Punisher upset and barking stuff at her.
”Screw this! Session is is over for today. Be back tomorrow at 8 am. Norris, WHERE’S MY DAMN LATTE!”
She exited her luxurious private wrestling gym in a hurry with Norris and Smith in step. A moment later Duncan burst out the doors and caught up with them. She stopped to listen. Hopefully he’d get it out of his system so she wouldn’t have to hear it tomorrow. She angled those hypnotic sea-blue oculars at him while slurping on the pumpkin spice delicacy.
”I know you think Punisher can take Buster and Emily by himself. Perhaps he can? But honestly I don’t think so. He’s legit. He’s a badass. But I crossed paths with Buster in Level Up’s Last of Us battle royale and he almost choked me out. The only thing that saved me was Emily punching him in the junk and I don’t think she’ll be doing the same for Punisher, do you? I went on to win the whole thing and look at where I’m at now - Final Boss Champion. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but *makes train horn gesture* toot toot I’m pretty good, so for Buster to-”
”Get screwed over and not be where you’re at? Don’t overlook him?” She interrupted.
”Well, kinda I guess. Punisher has a lot of tools and he’s good, but he’s gonna need you to employ some of that cunning you have.”
That perked her brows.
”Why Duncan Ryder, you’re advocating me doing dirty stuff to win? My oh my, it’s almost as if you REALLY want me to win this one.”
He protested with a head shake but she cut him off.
”It’s okay Duncan. Emily was the girl that got away and deep down it hurts you. Now she’s with the man who should be where you’re at right now because, well, he might have had your number in that battle royale. You’re emotionally invested. Buster and Emily make you feel lesser as a man.”
”Nope! You’re dead wrong.” He replied, shaking his head emphatically.
”Everytime I mention Emily’s name your pupils dilate and your expression shifts. You’re invested in some way. Tell you what. How about this? I’ll give you a VIP seat at ringside for the match. You come and watch. If things turn south for me and Punisher you can be there, ahem, just in case. Hint, hint. Wink, wink.”
He adamantly refused but Norris fished into his pockets and produced the VIP ticket. He tried handing it to Duncan but he rejected it.
”He stole your girl. Take the damn ticket.”
Sonya snatched the ticket from Norris and shoved it into Duncan’s pocket. Despite ensuing protest from him, Sonya and Norris left while her humongous bodyguard Smith intervened in Duncan’s bid to return the ticket. Left with the ticket in hand, Duncan fanned it with his fingers and mulled his thoughts.
Ex-convict Millie Monroe made a mistake when she recently slandered Sonya Benson in her vignette. In true Benson fashion she decided to mock Millie by airing her promo from a mock up prison cell. The old school kind with bars instead of a door. When the camera clicked and the eye flashed green, Sonya remained lying on the cot, twirling a tin can artfully by the handle like an old west gunslinger would their pistol.
”You’re a bully, Buster Gloves, and bullies are synonymous with cowards.” Eased that sweet honeyed voice spoken so matter-of-fact.
She sat up, revealing she’d clad herself in a pink prisoner jumpsuit instead of her usual classy pantsuit, and she’d added a bandanna on her head in the same knot-front manner Tupac once wore.
”Oh sure, you’ve got the fans fooled, even your peers. What is it Level Up bills you as? The guy who always seeks out the biggest and baddest fighters to fight, because you like to fight, fight, fight. Grr. Raawr. You came out here on the relaunch show talking about how much you want to fight the legends here and drag them into deep waters, right?”
She scoffed derisively.
”Then what happened? You drag little ole me into your squabble with the Punisher, knowing full well I can’t last a millisecond in the ring with you and probably Emily either. And technically you beat the Punisher already, so, yeah real brave guy you are.”
The Virtuous Villainess stood up, discarded the tin cup, and paced about with a distinct “pimp-limp” swag.
”Let me shed light on what this really is. You didn’t restructure your Level Up contract to allow for open competition elsewhere, you liar. You wanted to get out from under my trainer’s shadow. You weren’t Buster Gloves the Wisdom Champion. You were the Duncan Shepard of the Wisdom division. A Duncan-like streak. A Duncan-like dominance as champion. You were Duncan Lite but not quite Duncan. Duncan cast too long of a shadow for you and you couldn’t escape it. You claimed all sorts of things about him; how no matter what you did you couldn’t get a match with him. Well, I guess making an open challenge and having him accept it title or not, which you know he would have, was a bridge too far for the ‘courageous’ Buster Gloves. I find it odd you had no problem lobbying for a main event match against me and Punisher but were too tail-tucked to do it for Duncan in Level Up.”
Sonya paused a beat and thumbed her chin.
”It wasn’t you answering an open challenge from Punisher to get some revenge on him. You could have done that singularly. I’m a vestige of Duncan and it eats at your core because you don’t want any aspect of him in the same promotion as you. Getting me in the ring with Punisher allows you to kill two birds with one stone, and allows your dishwater blonde scrotum holster to get some shine too.”
The Rich Bitch spun toward the camera and approached the bars, a cheshire grin spreading to reveal a gold prop tooth as she gripped the vertical steel.
”Yes, Emily, I went there. Congrats on landing the best possible debut match in WGWF. Your dismal Level Up record is only surmounted by mine across multiple promotions. I’d also congratulate you on your courtship with Buster, but you’re probably not completely happy. I mean, come on Emily, woman to woman…when you tagged with Duncan you won, when you tagged with Buster you lost. Duncan’s still top of the heap while Buster got submitted and knocked out by Sarah Wolf, which is another reason he bailed and came here. His ego couldn’t handle being humiliated twice by a female, since he’s used to beating up women away from the ring and getting away with it because they won’t fight back. He’s a combat vet with severe PTSD after all - woman beating is standard protocol.”
She sent Emily an all-knowing nod.
”You’ve even hinted at it as well. I’d offer sympathy but you reap what you sow, you walking sperm spittoon. You threw yourself at the two top men in LU and when Duncan was too beta-male to shoot his shot you settled on the psychotic trashball with the good guy veneer that swoons the multi-chinned grease pellets in the stands. He immediately convinced you to be his valet. Now you’re stuck whiffing his gas chimney in WGWF and I wonder how long it’ll be before he demands you, in the nicest way, to be his valet again? All it took last time was giving you a pretty dress. Good job showing young women how to be a subservient strumpet, Emily. Top notch role model there.”
A single sarcastic thumbs up sprouted.
”You picked him, now you have to live with it. One piece of advice though; don’t underestimate me like Buster will and so many others have. I may be the least capable combatant in this match, but I know how to pull the plug on people. Just ask Atara and Shay. They’re the standard issue Mary Sues of the wrestling spectrum - complete with all the martial arts and wrestling backgrounds - and I made a fool of them. If that isn't proof enough, then look what I did to John Cable and his moonpie faced friend. They were in my business and now they’re ghost quiet about me. Punisher and I have already been sparring with tag teams to prepare for this, and if that doesn’t cut it, there’s other ways to skin a cat. Like um.. “
She rocked on her heels and whistled. A Paul Frost poster could be seen on the wall.
”Fireworks? When your oatmeal-brained boyfriend went on one of his diatribes in LU about Duncan or regaled everyone with his list of a thousand excuses on why he lost to Sarah, he let it be known fireworks screw him up. So, hmm, maybe I’ll have my entourage light a pack of fireworks every so often during the match? It’ll be fun fun fun seeing Buster regressing into a spasmodic seizure unable to compete in the contest. It’ll be even more fun seeing you wet your scantily clad booty shorts when Punisher and I zero in on you and give you the Lexi treatment. Isn’t that right, Big Pun?”
The Punisher, also clad in prisoner garb, stepped into view dragging a well paid actor portraying an unconscious guard. He took the keys and released Sonya from her cage.
”Fucking right, Sonya! Can’t wait to spike that bubblegum blonde.”
Benson stepped out and wiped her feet on the officer.
”Monday can’t come soon enough. 14 more wins!”
Fade.