Post by Ana Somnia on Dec 18, 2021 20:21:39 GMT -5
We arrive backstage here at the Divine Compound on the Isla de Mona of Puerto Rico. Tonight’s MELTDOWN pay-per-view event has drawn to a close, going above and beyond to not only satisfy the capacity crowd’s money’s worth, but surpass it. However, the atmosphere of this particular corner of the backstage area seems different. The jubilance of the spectacular evening is absent, instead replaced with a pervasive unease. Backstage employees all seem to exclusively witness the infuriated actions of one SARA DANIELS through the sides of their eyes, as if tempted to pretend they see nothing.
The Johannesburg Jackhammer roars in frustration, toppling a cart of steel folding chairs onto the floor before punching a hole through the side of a wooden production crate. Blood stains her knuckles, but she pays this no mind. Instead, Sara simply turns around and growls again, sending the sole of her boot into the side of a palate of wooden tables, causing them to tumble down into the floor as well. The commotion now demands the attention of a bloodstained figure sauntering into view, a golden title belt draped over her shoulder and a thin sheen of sweat clinging her to tan flesh.
The new EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION, ANA SOMNIA, looks her girlfriend up and down, her brow furrowed. She is still dressed in her gear from the Meltdown Chamber she had just won, sporting a pair of black boots with arterial red laces and trim, as well as black knee pads. She, too, wears a black pair of wet-look high-rise hipsters with arterial red 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 with a plunging neckline, made of what seems like leather on the outside with arterial red trim and accenting, as well as gold laces hanging untied from either side. The Russian Coat of Arms is emblazoned upon her top, just below her left strap.
Once Ana catches the rest of her breath, she adjusts the title on her shoulder and narrows her eyes at Sara. Her ordinarily platinum blonde hair is stained in the front and part of the sides with blood as well. Just as Daniels catches sight of Somnia in her peripheral vision, Ana breaks the disquieting quiet with some thoughts on the scene she has walked into.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “Какого хрена ты делаешь?” she says. “What’s goin’ on, Dani?”
SARA DANIELS: “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Ana?” she asks demandingly. “I’m fuckin’ MAD! An’ the fact you ain’t even fuckin’ capable of seein’ that because you’re so damn preoccupied with your own success... You’re lucky I don’t knock that fuckin’ belt through the back of your GODDAMN skull.”
Somnia narrows her eyes even further before smirking on the border of a sneer.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “I know you ain’t threatenin’ me with a good time right now,” she says. “So ya’ got eliminated, моя муза... This belt’s still comin’ home with us, ain’t it? You think I ain’t wish it were you wearin’ this title ‘stead of me? Because I do. You ain’t even got the first clue how angry at myself I am I wasn’t able to get to ya’ in time to save ya’ out there? I don—”
SARA DANIELS: “You shouldn’t have fuckin’ had to save me, Ana, that’s the fuckin’ point,” exclaims Sara, interrupting Ana. “It was supposed to be me this time around. I was supposed to finally get outta’ your shadow an’ become the world fuckin’ champ. Instead I’m back here lookin’ like a proper stupid cunt because ONCE AGAIN, I was nothin’ more than your sidekick. I’m fuckin’ sick of it, Ana. SICK of it. An’ I swear to god... if you don’t get the fuck out of my face I’m gonna’ beat the shit outta’ you.”
Suddenly, Ana advances, only coming to a halt a mere inch or two away from Sara’s nose. Their faces remain in close proximity for a moment, Daniels seething, while Ana sultrily allows her eyes to glide from Sara’s mouth back up to her eyes, where Somnia grins and speaks in a provocative hiss.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “Enough foreplay,” she says. “You know I ain’t opposed to dirty talk, but you’d better stop talkin’ an’ start doin’— ‘specially if you ain’t tryin’ to go celebrate my win back home right now. So what’s it gonna’ be, моя муза? You tryin’ to lose another fight tonight or are ya’ tryin’ to go home?”
Sara Daniels shoves Somnia with some serious force. The force is enough to send Ana stumbling backward, nearly all the way to the wall. As another smile forms on Ana’s bloody visage, Sara advances and presses Ana against the wall, cocking her hand back in preparation to strike. She bares her gritted teeth, snarling at Somnia but not quite following through on the strike as promised. Instead, Sara’s demeanor relaxes and she backs away from Ana, who stares at her, puzzled.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “No?” she asks with an eyebrow lifted skyward. “That’s too bad, Dani. I was lookin’ forward to whatever you were ‘boutta’ throw my way. Would’ve been damn near the most attention you’ve given me in months.”
SARA DANIELS: “I’m not doin’ this anymore, Ana,” responds Sara, shaking her head and looking down at the floor beyond Ana. “I won’t.”
With this, Sara turns on her heels and begins to storm away. Somnia frowns, surprised, and lunges forward to grab Sara’s arm, hoping to keep her here. This, however, only prompts Daniels to aggressively rip her arm free of Ana’s grip.
SARA DANIELS: “Don’t fuckin’ touch me...”
Sara departs now, stomping spitefully out of view. She disappears around the corner, still huffing and puffing, while Ana remains where she had left her, utterly bewildered as to what she has just experienced with her girlfriend. Shaking her head, Ana sighs and glances down at the title on her shoulder. She smirks at her reflection in the faceplate before looking up where Sara had disappeared, drawing a slow, deep breath as we fade to black.
The Johannesburg Jackhammer roars in frustration, toppling a cart of steel folding chairs onto the floor before punching a hole through the side of a wooden production crate. Blood stains her knuckles, but she pays this no mind. Instead, Sara simply turns around and growls again, sending the sole of her boot into the side of a palate of wooden tables, causing them to tumble down into the floor as well. The commotion now demands the attention of a bloodstained figure sauntering into view, a golden title belt draped over her shoulder and a thin sheen of sweat clinging her to tan flesh.
The new EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION, ANA SOMNIA, looks her girlfriend up and down, her brow furrowed. She is still dressed in her gear from the Meltdown Chamber she had just won, sporting a pair of black boots with arterial red laces and trim, as well as black knee pads. She, too, wears a black pair of wet-look high-rise hipsters with arterial red 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 with a plunging neckline, made of what seems like leather on the outside with arterial red trim and accenting, as well as gold laces hanging untied from either side. The Russian Coat of Arms is emblazoned upon her top, just below her left strap.
Once Ana catches the rest of her breath, she adjusts the title on her shoulder and narrows her eyes at Sara. Her ordinarily platinum blonde hair is stained in the front and part of the sides with blood as well. Just as Daniels catches sight of Somnia in her peripheral vision, Ana breaks the disquieting quiet with some thoughts on the scene she has walked into.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “Какого хрена ты делаешь?” she says. “What’s goin’ on, Dani?”
SARA DANIELS: “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Ana?” she asks demandingly. “I’m fuckin’ MAD! An’ the fact you ain’t even fuckin’ capable of seein’ that because you’re so damn preoccupied with your own success... You’re lucky I don’t knock that fuckin’ belt through the back of your GODDAMN skull.”
Somnia narrows her eyes even further before smirking on the border of a sneer.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “I know you ain’t threatenin’ me with a good time right now,” she says. “So ya’ got eliminated, моя муза... This belt’s still comin’ home with us, ain’t it? You think I ain’t wish it were you wearin’ this title ‘stead of me? Because I do. You ain’t even got the first clue how angry at myself I am I wasn’t able to get to ya’ in time to save ya’ out there? I don—”
SARA DANIELS: “You shouldn’t have fuckin’ had to save me, Ana, that’s the fuckin’ point,” exclaims Sara, interrupting Ana. “It was supposed to be me this time around. I was supposed to finally get outta’ your shadow an’ become the world fuckin’ champ. Instead I’m back here lookin’ like a proper stupid cunt because ONCE AGAIN, I was nothin’ more than your sidekick. I’m fuckin’ sick of it, Ana. SICK of it. An’ I swear to god... if you don’t get the fuck out of my face I’m gonna’ beat the shit outta’ you.”
Suddenly, Ana advances, only coming to a halt a mere inch or two away from Sara’s nose. Their faces remain in close proximity for a moment, Daniels seething, while Ana sultrily allows her eyes to glide from Sara’s mouth back up to her eyes, where Somnia grins and speaks in a provocative hiss.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “Enough foreplay,” she says. “You know I ain’t opposed to dirty talk, but you’d better stop talkin’ an’ start doin’— ‘specially if you ain’t tryin’ to go celebrate my win back home right now. So what’s it gonna’ be, моя муза? You tryin’ to lose another fight tonight or are ya’ tryin’ to go home?”
Sara Daniels shoves Somnia with some serious force. The force is enough to send Ana stumbling backward, nearly all the way to the wall. As another smile forms on Ana’s bloody visage, Sara advances and presses Ana against the wall, cocking her hand back in preparation to strike. She bares her gritted teeth, snarling at Somnia but not quite following through on the strike as promised. Instead, Sara’s demeanor relaxes and she backs away from Ana, who stares at her, puzzled.
ANA SOMNIA, EHWF GLOBAL CHAMPION: “No?” she asks with an eyebrow lifted skyward. “That’s too bad, Dani. I was lookin’ forward to whatever you were ‘boutta’ throw my way. Would’ve been damn near the most attention you’ve given me in months.”
SARA DANIELS: “I’m not doin’ this anymore, Ana,” responds Sara, shaking her head and looking down at the floor beyond Ana. “I won’t.”
With this, Sara turns on her heels and begins to storm away. Somnia frowns, surprised, and lunges forward to grab Sara’s arm, hoping to keep her here. This, however, only prompts Daniels to aggressively rip her arm free of Ana’s grip.
SARA DANIELS: “Don’t fuckin’ touch me...”
Sara departs now, stomping spitefully out of view. She disappears around the corner, still huffing and puffing, while Ana remains where she had left her, utterly bewildered as to what she has just experienced with her girlfriend. Shaking her head, Ana sighs and glances down at the title on her shoulder. She smirks at her reflection in the faceplate before looking up where Sara had disappeared, drawing a slow, deep breath as we fade to black.
