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i WILL get my rematch.
fdfdfdfddfdfdfdfdfkjfhaelhfakwjefhskjfasdhfdfdfmvvsdmdmdmdfdff; January 6th, 2023.
Memphis, Tennessee. Sonya was all about taking things into her own hands. She had been General Manager of Smackdown for a reason; because of her ability to get stuff done without any bullsh*t. Now that Ronda Rousey was out of the picture and there was a new champ in town, it was time for Sonya to cash in on a few favors. Her and Charlotte had formed somewhat of an alliance when she was GM and Sonya had pulled a few strings to get Charlotte what she wanted. Like championship opportunities that she didn't exactly qualify for.
In the middle of the ring, Charlotte was gloating about how she was a 14x champion now that she'd defeated Ronda, and, yeah, that was cool of her to do, but Sonya had even cooler plans in mind. She was going to take that championship from Charlotte by any means necessary. So, she decided to interrupt the charade that was happening in the ring. "Hold the phone, it's Sonya Deville!" -Michael Cole "First of all, ladies and gentleman, Charlotte Flair!" she said into the microphone, giving the champ all of her kudos before she was about to tear her castle down.
"Charlotte... here's the thing, the hillbillies in this city might not be bright enough to see through your lies, but, fortunately for them, I do." the crowd didn't like that and she was greeted by boo's that filled her ego up to the brim until it was spilling over. "You're standing out here bragging about being a fourteen time champion.. but the thing is.. I think there needs to be an asterisk next to the number fourteen. Right? I mean, what.. you beat a half dead Ronda Rousey? CONGRATULATIONS!" she laughed at her own sarcastic joke; she really was funny when she wanted to be even though the city of Memphis didn't exactly think so. But she didn't care what they thought. WHOOP THAT TRICK!
WHOOP THAT TRICK!
WHOOP THAT TRICK!
Wow, the crowd really didn't like her tonight. This was great. She was almost too stunned to speak. She lost her train of thought for a moment while trying to prevent herself from laughing. It was funny. "So, my question for you.." she had to yell into the microphone. the chants against her were deafening. "..is how would you fair against a fresh fighter?"  Charlotte was trying to get Sonya to back away, but she already had a fire in her eyes. Much like Charlotte did in her own way. She knew that the champ wouldn't be able to turn down a fight when she was being called out face to face. No, that would tarnish her ego. Sonya knew what she was doing and she knew what Charlotte's answer was going to be before she even walked out to the ring.
"Oh, guys, she's the fighter!"
"Damn right I'm the fighter. And you want to prove that you're the champ? Put your title on the line.. right now."
"You're on,..trick." the blonde said with a smile that Sonya couldn't wait to slap off her face. One minute and eighteen seconds later, Sonya was knocked out cold. fdfdfdfddfdfdfdfdfkjfhaelhfakwjefhskjfasdhfdfdfmvvsdmdmdmdfdff;
January 13th, 2023.
Detroit, Michigan. Sonya is seen backstage in a heated argument with Adam Pearce.
 Sonya: I don't even know why I came in here. You're unreasonable. I can't even speak to you. What I'm saying.. for the fifth time.. I. want. a. rematch. against. Charlotte. Flair. Is that so hard?
Adam: I understand what you're saying. I just can't give you a rematch. You lost. That's not how it works, Sonya.
Sonya: Oh, really? You're gonna tell me how it works around here? That's interesting. Or.. are you telling me how it works around here for.. Charlotte Flair?
Adam: Let's think about this for a second. All Charlotte did was exactly what you did. She walked down to the ring and she called her shot against Ronda Rousey. You walked down to the ring and you called your shot against Charlotte Flair. The only difference is: Charlotte won and you lost.
Sonya: You know what's so interesting to me? How unreasonable you're being with me. Let me guess... you probably want me to enter the Royal Rumble and earn another opportunity by what? Mauling 29 other women to get back to Charlotte.. where I already am?
Adam: YEEEAHHHH.
Sonya: I'm going to find a way to make that rematch official. Chaos is erupting backstage seemingly out of nowhere. Sonya was going to make due on her threat to Adam when she said she was going to find a way to get her well-deserved rematch against Charlotte. And if that meant that Sonya had to ambush her backstage and kick her ass, then that's what she was going to have to do. She didn't have any other choice. She didn't make the rules.
She hid behind one of equipment trunks backstage and waited Charlotte out. It was like she was a hunter, stalking her prey. Her vision switched from normal to a tinge of red around the edges. She could feel the blood pulsing through her veins when she saw Charlotte appear in a hot pink one piece outfit. Cute..  She waited until her back was turned.. when she was her most vulnerable.. and then she pounced. Two women with their arms flailing and both trying to defend themselves against each other's attacks. Charlotte wasn't going down without a fight, and Sonya was aiming to leave a mark that the other woman wasn't going to easily forget. She was going to get her rematch and if it meant pissing off the Queen, then she was going to do it.. happily. It was an all out brawl. Black and blonde hair flying all over the place as security personnel tried their best to pull the two women away from each other. It worked.. for a second. A brief pause in chaos allowed the women to hurl one another at each other again.
All Sonya could see was red, red, red.
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