Post by Ana Somnia on Dec 4, 2020 14:49:43 GMT -5
The rather raucous din of the capacity crowd filing out following the tumultuous conclusion to the November 28th episode of Mayhem permeates the air, even backstage. Employees of the front office stomp frustratedly through the corridors, clearly unhappy with how the main event played out, which is not even to mention the aftermath. Once they have cleared out for the most part, two muscular women saunter into frame. These two women, clearly Sara Daniels and EHWF World Champion Ana Somnia, appear engaged in a somewhat heated dialogue. The former dons a pair of black skinny jeans, black boots, a black portrait-neck top, and a black leather jacket with KILL TEAM X on the left lapel and in the center of the back. Somnia, however, is still adorned in her in-ring gear from her main event appearance: a pair of black boots with arterial red and blue violet laces and trim, as well as black knee pads. She, too, wears a black pair of hipsters with arterial red and blue violet trim and accenting to match her boots, as well as black tape around both wrists with arterial red dorsal crosses. Above all of this, the Huntress wears a black wrestling top made of what seems like leather on the outside with arterial red trim and accenting and blue violet laces hanging untied from either side. She wields the EHWF World Championship slung over her shoulder, the glisten emphasizing further the sheen of sweat clinging to Ana’s tanned flesh. On her face, Ana sports a disdainful sneer, while her better half wears a contradictory expression composed of concern and pride alike.
“Can’t say I was expectin’ that,” says Daniels. “I mean, shit... Yeah, I expected some fuckin’ around and all that, but… I don’t know, Ana. Each and every sorry sumbitch in this place has their sights set on you, on that title, and if management’s gonna’ keep sendin’ you out there without me to watch your back, I feel like I gotta’ ask you to be a little more careful.”
“Careful?” responds Somnia with a furrowed brow. “I know you’re only sayin’ it outta’ concern an’ you’re not tryna’ tell me how to wear an’ defend this here title on my shoulder, but, Dani? You might be concerned. I, on the other hand, sure ain’t.” Somnia reaches out and pulls Daniels in closer, wrapping an arm around the small of her back. “All I know is I got to see that look’a desperation on Killer Carter’s ugly mug once again, an’ oh how I’ve been missin’ on that. It tickles me, Dani. So if that means I gotta’ wreak havoc an’ turn this place on upside-down to wipe that stupid look off’a Carter’s face? So be it.”
“It ain’t like I’m not confident in you or in your ability to put that poe to sleep,” she says in response to her Russian counterpart. “It’s just that I’m sure Carter’s lookin’ for ya’ right now. We oughta’ get outta’ here an’ go celebrate yo—”
“You’re damn right I’m looking for her!” says the booming voice of Killer Carter who storms onto the scene still dressed in her in-ring attire consisting of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight black leather pants with dozens of small silver chains hanging down on each side, a black leather sleeveless top, a pair of black leather wristbands with silver studs and a black leather choker, also with silver studs.
Had it not been for Carter’s fiancée, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal, who is dressed in a pair of black biker boots, a pair of black skin tight denim pants and a plain black long sleeved top, the behemoth probably would have started another brawl with the World Heavyweight Champion right then and there. KC briefly turns her attention to Daniels and sneers, “And who the fuck are you calling a poe? This ain’t got anything to do with you so keep my name out of your damn mouth!”
The number one contender now turns her attention back to the champion. “This is between me and you and that championship over your shoulder! And you can talk a big game all you fucking want, bitch… but come Final Destination: Scars & Stripes? You ain’t facing the same Killer Carter that you beat before!”
Somnia flicks a glance to Daniels, whose jaw clenches tightly shut. With a sneer forming on Sara’s face, Ana slowly steps toward Carter, smirking arrogantly. She adjusts the title on her shoulder and narrows her eyes at the amazon before her before pressing her tongue to the inside of her bottom lip and responding.
“You think I ain’t hear all’a that before?” she asks. “You think I ain’t hear that exact same дерьмо from each an’ every other person I made the mistake’a lettin’ live after I was through with ‘em? I know thinkin’ ain’t exactly your strong suit, but you gotta’ be smarter’n that, Carter.” Shaking her head, Ana flicks a scowl to Carbajal before continuing. “So while I’m educatin’ your тупой жопа on that, I might as well make it as clear as possible for y’all… If it’s got to do with me, it’s got to do with моя муза. So all’a this talk, Carter? All’a your posturin’... At the end’a the day, it ain’t much matter to me. From the very beginnin’, I knew you weren’t much more’n a talker, an’ these days? These days you ain’t been workin’ all that hard to prove anythin’ otherwise, y’hear? So do yourself the favor’a turnin’ yourself ‘round an’ walkin’ on outta’ here... I’d say I wouldn’t wanna’ splatter you ‘cross this here floor in front’a your fiancée, but there damn near ain’t nothin’ I’d like more.”
Carter outstretches her arms, having no problem getting into the champion’s face and inviting her in. “Then fucking do it! C’mon! Surely the big, bad, unstoppable Ana Somnia would have no issue following through with a threat like that!” The number one contender scoffs and shakes her head. “It’s funny how you continue to run your trap about how I’ve done nothing other than talk lately. Did you not see what happened at Retribution? When I entered at number one and went through twenty nine other wrestlers to earn a shot at your World title? Or were you too busy stroking your own ego to notice?”
Carbajal snickers which gets a glare from Somnia, however Carter snaps her fingers in front of her face to get her attention back. “Glare at my future wife like that again and I’ll rip your fucking head off, I’m not finished!” KC briefly glances down at the championship before focusing her attention back onto her bitter rival. “You know what? I hope you continue to underestimate me, Somnia. I hope you continue to believe that you’re unstoppable and untouchable and that you’ll be the EHWF World Heavyweight Champion.” A smirk now appears across the challengers face. “Because it’ll just make my victory at Final Destination that much sweeter when I see the look on your face when you realise just how much of an egotistical fool you really are!”
At this point, Daniels chuckles, appearing poised to offer her own thoughts. Before she can, however, Somnia laughs condescendingly and adjusts the title on her shoulder. After glancing down at the glistening face of the belt she has held longer than anyone in the history of the company, her sadistic sneer grows more and more imperious. With resent radiating from her every syllable, the Undisputed responds.
“Am I s’pposed to be impressed by you beatin’ out some people in a battle royale to determine my next victim?” she inquires rhetorically. “You beatin’ some суки when there ain’t been a single person—man, woman, tag team, or otherwise—on the entire roster who’s beaten me... What I’ll say is it’s mighty entertainin’ to see just how desperately you want to believe it means somethin’... But with that bein’ said, I gotta’ concede somethin’, Carter.” Somnia nods for a moment. “I can’t say as I blame ya’, not knowin’ any better. You ain’t got the first clue ‘bout what it’s like to wear this here EHWF World Championship. When you’ve stood where I’ve stood, stand where I stand, it puts a whole lot into perspective. Y’see, Убийственная Сука, there ain’t nothin’ ‘round these parts that means anythin’ compared to this title— least, not to me. So if you wanna’ know if it was my ego preventin’ me from givin’ a говно ‘bout your little Retribution win? It wasn’t. As for Final Destination, little girl? You’d better hope your weddin’s scheduled for before our match, ‘cuz otherwise? Can’t call ‘er your future wife when you ain’t gonna’ live to see the altar.”
The anger begins to build within Carter as her fists clench together, but when it looks like the behemoth is about to fight, Carbajal steps between the two and places her hand onto KC’s heart. “No des papaya. Ella ya te ha dado papaya. Ella no es digna de más de los tuyos.” The number one contender nods and takes hold of her fiancée’s hand and glares at Somnia. “I’m done listening to your bull shit. I’ll see you in Melbourne.”
As Carter saunters off into the distance, shaking her head in visible disdain, Somnia snickers and turns back to Daniels, who appears frustrated. A frown furrows Ana’s brow as she internally questions her girlfriend’s demeanor for a moment.
“If you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, I ain’t preventin’ you from speakin’ to it,” she says. “What?”
Daniels pauses for a moment, her frame turning slightly as if to prepare to depart from the area as well. Instead, though, she pushes some of her hair behind her ear and looks into Somnia’s mint-green eyes.
“You know what,” responds Sara pointedly. “You know there ain’t anyone in the world who believes in you like I do. I don’t even know if there’s anyone who respects you or has pride in you like I fuckin’ do. Even with all of the world respectin’ you, yeah. So this isn’t me saying I’m not confident you’re gonna’ beat that tall bitch into a bloody pulp not even a foot tall— I know you’re gonna’ do that… I mean, shit, it’s what you always do, isn’t it?”
“I ain’t seein’ where the problem is, Dani.”
“You’ve gotta’ take Carter more seriously,” she says to a scoff from Ana. “Undefeated, undisputed, fuck yeah you are... But somethin’ I’m worried you’re not seein’ is that Carter was the only one who came even remotely close to beatin’ you here in EHWF. I’m not comfortable watchin’ you look down on her like she ain’t capable of hurtin’ you an’ hurtin’ ya’ real bad.”
“Listen, Dani,” she says with a light, surprisingly understanding chuckle. “I love that you worry ‘bout me, but you an’ I both know she ain’t beatin’ me. Winnin’ that Retribution Royale, she can give herself all’a the pats on ‘er back she’d like… But the only thing I’m ‘boutta’ do to her back is break it in half, y’hear?” Somnia reaches out and takes Sara’s hand in her own. “I’ll let you do the worryin’ for the both of us if it’s important to ya’, but me? I ain’t worryin’, not one bit.”
Sara nods hesitantly before pulling Ana’s hand in which she finds her own, locking her arm around Ana’s back while they join at the hip. As they saunter forward to disappear further into the backstage area, Daniels offers one final sentiment.
“Fine,” she says. “But I’m warnin’ you now… If you aren’t gonna’ listen to me ‘bout all this and you come home from Final Destination too beat up to celebrate, I’m gonna’ fuckin’ kill ya’.”
With this, Somnia chuckles warmly and the power couple struts down into the distance. We fade to black.
“Can’t say I was expectin’ that,” says Daniels. “I mean, shit... Yeah, I expected some fuckin’ around and all that, but… I don’t know, Ana. Each and every sorry sumbitch in this place has their sights set on you, on that title, and if management’s gonna’ keep sendin’ you out there without me to watch your back, I feel like I gotta’ ask you to be a little more careful.”
“Careful?” responds Somnia with a furrowed brow. “I know you’re only sayin’ it outta’ concern an’ you’re not tryna’ tell me how to wear an’ defend this here title on my shoulder, but, Dani? You might be concerned. I, on the other hand, sure ain’t.” Somnia reaches out and pulls Daniels in closer, wrapping an arm around the small of her back. “All I know is I got to see that look’a desperation on Killer Carter’s ugly mug once again, an’ oh how I’ve been missin’ on that. It tickles me, Dani. So if that means I gotta’ wreak havoc an’ turn this place on upside-down to wipe that stupid look off’a Carter’s face? So be it.”
“It ain’t like I’m not confident in you or in your ability to put that poe to sleep,” she says in response to her Russian counterpart. “It’s just that I’m sure Carter’s lookin’ for ya’ right now. We oughta’ get outta’ here an’ go celebrate yo—”
“You’re damn right I’m looking for her!” says the booming voice of Killer Carter who storms onto the scene still dressed in her in-ring attire consisting of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight black leather pants with dozens of small silver chains hanging down on each side, a black leather sleeveless top, a pair of black leather wristbands with silver studs and a black leather choker, also with silver studs.
Had it not been for Carter’s fiancée, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal, who is dressed in a pair of black biker boots, a pair of black skin tight denim pants and a plain black long sleeved top, the behemoth probably would have started another brawl with the World Heavyweight Champion right then and there. KC briefly turns her attention to Daniels and sneers, “And who the fuck are you calling a poe? This ain’t got anything to do with you so keep my name out of your damn mouth!”
The number one contender now turns her attention back to the champion. “This is between me and you and that championship over your shoulder! And you can talk a big game all you fucking want, bitch… but come Final Destination: Scars & Stripes? You ain’t facing the same Killer Carter that you beat before!”
Somnia flicks a glance to Daniels, whose jaw clenches tightly shut. With a sneer forming on Sara’s face, Ana slowly steps toward Carter, smirking arrogantly. She adjusts the title on her shoulder and narrows her eyes at the amazon before her before pressing her tongue to the inside of her bottom lip and responding.
“You think I ain’t hear all’a that before?” she asks. “You think I ain’t hear that exact same дерьмо from each an’ every other person I made the mistake’a lettin’ live after I was through with ‘em? I know thinkin’ ain’t exactly your strong suit, but you gotta’ be smarter’n that, Carter.” Shaking her head, Ana flicks a scowl to Carbajal before continuing. “So while I’m educatin’ your тупой жопа on that, I might as well make it as clear as possible for y’all… If it’s got to do with me, it’s got to do with моя муза. So all’a this talk, Carter? All’a your posturin’... At the end’a the day, it ain’t much matter to me. From the very beginnin’, I knew you weren’t much more’n a talker, an’ these days? These days you ain’t been workin’ all that hard to prove anythin’ otherwise, y’hear? So do yourself the favor’a turnin’ yourself ‘round an’ walkin’ on outta’ here... I’d say I wouldn’t wanna’ splatter you ‘cross this here floor in front’a your fiancée, but there damn near ain’t nothin’ I’d like more.”
Carter outstretches her arms, having no problem getting into the champion’s face and inviting her in. “Then fucking do it! C’mon! Surely the big, bad, unstoppable Ana Somnia would have no issue following through with a threat like that!” The number one contender scoffs and shakes her head. “It’s funny how you continue to run your trap about how I’ve done nothing other than talk lately. Did you not see what happened at Retribution? When I entered at number one and went through twenty nine other wrestlers to earn a shot at your World title? Or were you too busy stroking your own ego to notice?”
Carbajal snickers which gets a glare from Somnia, however Carter snaps her fingers in front of her face to get her attention back. “Glare at my future wife like that again and I’ll rip your fucking head off, I’m not finished!” KC briefly glances down at the championship before focusing her attention back onto her bitter rival. “You know what? I hope you continue to underestimate me, Somnia. I hope you continue to believe that you’re unstoppable and untouchable and that you’ll be the EHWF World Heavyweight Champion.” A smirk now appears across the challengers face. “Because it’ll just make my victory at Final Destination that much sweeter when I see the look on your face when you realise just how much of an egotistical fool you really are!”
At this point, Daniels chuckles, appearing poised to offer her own thoughts. Before she can, however, Somnia laughs condescendingly and adjusts the title on her shoulder. After glancing down at the glistening face of the belt she has held longer than anyone in the history of the company, her sadistic sneer grows more and more imperious. With resent radiating from her every syllable, the Undisputed responds.
“Am I s’pposed to be impressed by you beatin’ out some people in a battle royale to determine my next victim?” she inquires rhetorically. “You beatin’ some суки when there ain’t been a single person—man, woman, tag team, or otherwise—on the entire roster who’s beaten me... What I’ll say is it’s mighty entertainin’ to see just how desperately you want to believe it means somethin’... But with that bein’ said, I gotta’ concede somethin’, Carter.” Somnia nods for a moment. “I can’t say as I blame ya’, not knowin’ any better. You ain’t got the first clue ‘bout what it’s like to wear this here EHWF World Championship. When you’ve stood where I’ve stood, stand where I stand, it puts a whole lot into perspective. Y’see, Убийственная Сука, there ain’t nothin’ ‘round these parts that means anythin’ compared to this title— least, not to me. So if you wanna’ know if it was my ego preventin’ me from givin’ a говно ‘bout your little Retribution win? It wasn’t. As for Final Destination, little girl? You’d better hope your weddin’s scheduled for before our match, ‘cuz otherwise? Can’t call ‘er your future wife when you ain’t gonna’ live to see the altar.”
The anger begins to build within Carter as her fists clench together, but when it looks like the behemoth is about to fight, Carbajal steps between the two and places her hand onto KC’s heart. “No des papaya. Ella ya te ha dado papaya. Ella no es digna de más de los tuyos.” The number one contender nods and takes hold of her fiancée’s hand and glares at Somnia. “I’m done listening to your bull shit. I’ll see you in Melbourne.”
As Carter saunters off into the distance, shaking her head in visible disdain, Somnia snickers and turns back to Daniels, who appears frustrated. A frown furrows Ana’s brow as she internally questions her girlfriend’s demeanor for a moment.
“If you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, I ain’t preventin’ you from speakin’ to it,” she says. “What?”
Daniels pauses for a moment, her frame turning slightly as if to prepare to depart from the area as well. Instead, though, she pushes some of her hair behind her ear and looks into Somnia’s mint-green eyes.
“You know what,” responds Sara pointedly. “You know there ain’t anyone in the world who believes in you like I do. I don’t even know if there’s anyone who respects you or has pride in you like I fuckin’ do. Even with all of the world respectin’ you, yeah. So this isn’t me saying I’m not confident you’re gonna’ beat that tall bitch into a bloody pulp not even a foot tall— I know you’re gonna’ do that… I mean, shit, it’s what you always do, isn’t it?”
“I ain’t seein’ where the problem is, Dani.”
“You’ve gotta’ take Carter more seriously,” she says to a scoff from Ana. “Undefeated, undisputed, fuck yeah you are... But somethin’ I’m worried you’re not seein’ is that Carter was the only one who came even remotely close to beatin’ you here in EHWF. I’m not comfortable watchin’ you look down on her like she ain’t capable of hurtin’ you an’ hurtin’ ya’ real bad.”
“Listen, Dani,” she says with a light, surprisingly understanding chuckle. “I love that you worry ‘bout me, but you an’ I both know she ain’t beatin’ me. Winnin’ that Retribution Royale, she can give herself all’a the pats on ‘er back she’d like… But the only thing I’m ‘boutta’ do to her back is break it in half, y’hear?” Somnia reaches out and takes Sara’s hand in her own. “I’ll let you do the worryin’ for the both of us if it’s important to ya’, but me? I ain’t worryin’, not one bit.”
Sara nods hesitantly before pulling Ana’s hand in which she finds her own, locking her arm around Ana’s back while they join at the hip. As they saunter forward to disappear further into the backstage area, Daniels offers one final sentiment.
“Fine,” she says. “But I’m warnin’ you now… If you aren’t gonna’ listen to me ‘bout all this and you come home from Final Destination too beat up to celebrate, I’m gonna’ fuckin’ kill ya’.”
With this, Somnia chuckles warmly and the power couple struts down into the distance. We fade to black.
