In 1996 Sonya Gets The opportunity of a lifetime to live out her dream of being a wrestler in the WWF, Follow Sonya's Journey throughout the attitude era as diva and her relationship with WWF's Bad Boy Shawn Michaels.
Shawn Michaels X OC
WWE [ 1990s...
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The sound of the plane wheels hitting the tarmac brought a rush of excitement through me. It had been an incredible experience filming Baywatch Hawaii, but now it was time to get back to business at the WWF. After a month of being written off in a storyline injury, I was ready to return to the ring and face Ivory, the woman I'd been building a feud with. The creative team had crafted a perfect angle to take me out for filming, with Ivory attacking me backstage, but now it was my time to strike back.
Tonight was my return, and as I sat backstage waiting for my cue, I caught up with Amy, my best friend. We hadn't seen each other in weeks, and it felt good to be back with her, just like old times.
"God, it's good to have you back." Amy grinned, giving me a playful nudge. "It's been way too quiet without you around."
"Missed you too, girl," I chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "It was fun playing on a Drama for a while, but there's nothing like the feeling of getting back in the ring."
Amy's smile softened. "Speaking of drama, how's it been with David? Are you still ignoring him?"
I sighed, my mood instantly shifting. "Yeah. I haven't talked to him since that whole mess with that chick answering his phone. I don't even want to talk to him, Amy. Clearly, he's interested in other girls."
Amy gave me that knowing look, the one that said she wasn't buying into my stubbornness. "I get that, Sonya, but maybe you should hear him out? I mean, if he cheated, then yeah, screw him. But you'll never know unless you talk to him."
I shrugged, my jaw tightening. "I don't know. He hasn't even tried to explain. If he really cared, wouldn't he have reached out more? I'm done waiting around."
Amy looked like she wanted to say more, but before she could, the sound of the crowd outside pulled us back into the moment. "Your segment's coming up soon," she reminded me, the conversation shifting to business.
I nodded, feeling the adrenaline start to course through my veins. Amy had a match against Ivory tonight, and I had a front-row seat to watch how it played out. My cue was coming, but for now, I'd let Amy handle Ivory.
I stood backstage, watching the monitor as Amy and Ivory locked up in the ring. Amy was giving Ivory a serious beatdown, and it was obvious that Ivory didn't like it. She slipped out of the ring, trying to crawl over the barricade to escape.
Amy, being relentless, followed her, but just as she reached for Ivory, wham!—Ivory grabbed a steel chair and slammed it into Amy's head. The sound echoed through the arena, making me flinch. The match ended in a disqualification, but Ivory wasn't done. She dragged Amy around, continuing to beat her down, preparing to strike her again with the chair.
That was my cue.
My theme music hit, and the crowd erupted. The energy in the building shifted as I sprinted toward the ring, my eyes locked on Ivory. She barely had time to react before I tackled her to the ground, unleashing punch after punch. The months of frustration and anger all came pouring out as I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her against the barricade. The loud thud that echoed through the arena was a small victory in itself.
