Post by bigfan on Jul 25, 2022 1:28:05 GMT
Sundae Stansfield stood in the center of the ring as Sonja's music (The Connection by Elastica) began to blare over the loudspeakers. Sonja appeared down the aisle as the beat dropped, strutting her white boots and ignoring the jeering fans (save for spitting on one of them who was particularly obnoxious) as she kept her focus on her opponent.
Mounting the ring, she slipped under the top rope and shot a cocky smile at Sundae. “You got lucky last time,” she said. “But this time I'm gonna make you cry for mommy.”
“That a threat?” Sundae laughed.
“A prediction.”
DING DING!
The match started with Sundae delivering a kick to Sonja's midsection. However, Sonja caught her enemies foot and held it under arm. Then she took her heel and kicked the back of Sundae's heel, causing her to fall flat on her back! Then she twisted Sundae's leg, causing her to scream out in pain before Sonja flipped her on her back and stomped on her knee.
Keeping the pressure on, Sundae was slamming the ring and screaming before Sonja decided to release.
“Quit you're whining, weakling!” Then, as Sundae attempted to crawl away, Sonja stomped down on her spine with one heel and reached down to grab Sundae by the chin applying the deadly Rothschild Lock! “Now say it!”
“MRRRRRRRGH!”
“Cry it out like a told you to do, you weak little worm! I wanna hear you scream!”
“MRRRRRGHGHMY!”
“What was that?!”
Sonja released her grip a little just so she could hear Sundae scream.
“MOOOOOMMMYYYYYY!”
DING DING DING!
Sonja threw her head back and laughed but refused to disengage. Tears now streamed down Sundae's face as the ref came to separate them.
“Alright, Sonja that's enough!”
“Tch!” Sonja disengaged and stepped on the back of Sundae's head as she walked towards the ref and snatched the microphone from him. “Listen up! Day in and day out, I've seen nothing but weak little wannabe superstars come in and out of this locker room and I'm DAMN sick of it! I've been here for years, working my tail off to uphold the glory of the Rothschild wrestling dynasty and I'm not going to bend over for two bit punks like this any more! Wrestling doesn't have room for cheap trash, and if that means I have to do the dirty work of taking them out,...then I will!” Sonja dropped the mic and stepped out of the ring, ascending the aisle to a chorus of boos.
Mounting the ring, she slipped under the top rope and shot a cocky smile at Sundae. “You got lucky last time,” she said. “But this time I'm gonna make you cry for mommy.”
“That a threat?” Sundae laughed.
“A prediction.”
DING DING!
The match started with Sundae delivering a kick to Sonja's midsection. However, Sonja caught her enemies foot and held it under arm. Then she took her heel and kicked the back of Sundae's heel, causing her to fall flat on her back! Then she twisted Sundae's leg, causing her to scream out in pain before Sonja flipped her on her back and stomped on her knee.
Keeping the pressure on, Sundae was slamming the ring and screaming before Sonja decided to release.
“Quit you're whining, weakling!” Then, as Sundae attempted to crawl away, Sonja stomped down on her spine with one heel and reached down to grab Sundae by the chin applying the deadly Rothschild Lock! “Now say it!”
“MRRRRRRRGH!”
“Cry it out like a told you to do, you weak little worm! I wanna hear you scream!”
“MRRRRRGHGHMY!”
“What was that?!”
Sonja released her grip a little just so she could hear Sundae scream.
“MOOOOOMMMYYYYYY!”
DING DING DING!
Sonja threw her head back and laughed but refused to disengage. Tears now streamed down Sundae's face as the ref came to separate them.
“Alright, Sonja that's enough!”
“Tch!” Sonja disengaged and stepped on the back of Sundae's head as she walked towards the ref and snatched the microphone from him. “Listen up! Day in and day out, I've seen nothing but weak little wannabe superstars come in and out of this locker room and I'm DAMN sick of it! I've been here for years, working my tail off to uphold the glory of the Rothschild wrestling dynasty and I'm not going to bend over for two bit punks like this any more! Wrestling doesn't have room for cheap trash, and if that means I have to do the dirty work of taking them out,...then I will!” Sonja dropped the mic and stepped out of the ring, ascending the aisle to a chorus of boos.