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Lola Steele vs. Sophie Masterson

Chapter 1: The Pub Before the Storm

The warm, rustic interior of The Black Rose pub sat in stark contrast to the neon-drenched chaos of Las Vegas. This wasn’t one of those soulless tourist traps littered with overpriced drinks and plastic charm—this was a real pub. The kind of place where you could actually taste the age in the wooden beams, where the Guinness was poured right, and where the whiskey didn’t come with a mixer unless you wanted a dirty look from the bartender.

Sophie Masterson and Vera Eames had claimed a corner booth for themselves, away from the noise but still close enough to observe the crowd. The two women weren’t just here for a casual drink—they were here to dissect their latest prey.

Sophie leaned back in her seat, clad in a sleek black leather jacket over a Toronto Maple Leafs t-shirt—her nod to her adopted home. Though English by birth, she had carved out a name for herself in the Canadian wrestling circuit before making the leap to AWS, one of the most cutthroat promotions in the world. Her sharp blue eyes flickered with amusement as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass.

Across from her, Vera Eames exuded an entirely different energy. She was Irish through and through, from her fiery red hair down to the Claddagh ring she idly toyed with. While Sophie was all about calculated, methodical destruction, Vera was a brawler at heart—a woman who fought with her fists first and her head second. She wasn’t even officially signed to AWS, but she had enough connections in the industry to know exactly who was worth watching—and who wasn’t.

And right now, all their attention was on one Lola Steele.

Chapter 2: The Joke That Is Lola Steele

Sophie: "So let’s be honest here, Vera. Lola Steele? That’s my opponent for AWS Monday Night Ward?"

Vera: "Pffft." [She nearly choked on her whiskey before setting the glass down with an amused shake of her head.] "Ah, Christ, love, I thought AWS was meant to be top-tier competition. This? This is just… feckin’ charity at this point."

Sophie smirked. She had felt the same way when the match was announced. AWS was known for its brutal, technical, and high-octane wrestling, attracting some of the best in the business. So why the hell was she being booked against a woman who barely had a foothold in her own promotion?

Sophie: "I mean, I don’t wanna be that person, yeah? But let’s call a spade a spade—Lola Steele can’t hang in HCW, and she sure as hell can’t hang in AWS."

Vera: "She can’t even hang with herself, babe." [She laughed, shaking her head.] "Tell me, when was the last time Lola actually looked dominant in a match? Hell, when was the last time she even looked competent? Go on, I’ll wait."

Sophie didn’t even bother answering. They both knew the truth—Lola Steele was nothing more than a flashy highlight reel of failed spots and botched moments. She had built a reputation on being "hardcore," but in reality, she was just reckless.

Sophie: "She’s one of those, Vera. You know the type—thinks a few barbed wire spots and some thumbtacks make her 'dangerous.' But I’ve seen real dangerous. I’ve wrestled in places where the ropes were chains and the canvas was concrete. Lola? She ain’t built for this."

Vera: "No, love, she ain’t."

Vera had seen enough of these so-called "hardcore wrestlers" come and go. They all had the same problem—they didn’t know how to wrestle. They could take chair shots, they could bleed, but when you put them in a proper ring with a proper wrestler? They folded. And Sophie Masterson was about as proper a wrestler as they came.

Chapter 3: Sophie’s Path in AWS

Sophie wasn’t some random signing. She had fought her way to AWS, battling some of the toughest wrestlers in the world along the way.

She had gone through wars with names like Natalya Vox, Valeria Grimm, and even AWS World Champion Kiera Starlight. She had stepped into rings where every move was a chess match, where every strike could end a career.

And she had survived.

Vera: "Honestly, Soph, this is beneath ya. You should be main eventin’ against the likes of Vox or Starlight, not wastin’ your time with feckin’ Lola Steele."

Sophie: "I know, right? But hey, look at it this way—it’s an easy payday."

Vera grinned, raising her glass. "Aye, that it is. And hey, if nothin’ else, it’ll be fun to watch ya take ‘er apart."

Sophie smirked. That was the plan.

Chapter 4: Breaking Down Lola Steele

It wasn’t enough to just dismiss Lola as a joke. Sophie liked to break down her opponents, to study their weaknesses like a predator watching prey.

Sophie: "You know what really gets me, Vera? She thinks she’s tough."

Vera: "Aye, bless her heart."

Sophie: "She thinks because she’s taken a few chair shots, she’s invincible. But I’ve watched her, and you know what I see? Someone who doesn’t know how to wrestle. She doesn't know how to escape holds. She doesn’t know how to reverse momentum. She’s all reaction, no action. You take away her plunder? She’s useless."

Vera chuckled. "So what’s the plan, then? Gonna stretch ‘er a bit? Make ‘er tap?"

Sophie took a sip of her whiskey, letting the warmth settle before answering.

Sophie: "Oh, I’ll make it a lesson. I want her to feel it. I want her to realize—mid-match—that she’s in over her head. That this isn’t some hardcore brawl where she can just throw weapons around like a toddler with a tantrum. No, this is wrestling, and I’m going to wrestle her to the mat and break her piece by piece."

Vera’s grin widened. "Jesus, love, remind me never to piss ya off."

Chapter 5: The Inevitable Conclusion

At the end of the day, this wasn’t a question of if Sophie would win. It was a question of how bad she’d make Lola look in the process.

Sophie: "Monday night, I’m not just beating her. I’m exposing her. She wanted to step into AWS? Fine. But she’s about to learn that AWS isn’t HCW. And it sure as hell isn’t built for the weak."

Vera: "To Lola Steele, eh? May she rest in peace—‘cause she’s sure as feck not walkin’ out of Monday Night Ward in one piece."

The two women clinked their glasses together.

Monday night wasn’t just going to be a match.

It was going to be a massacre.

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