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Sofia Soldata vs. Diamond Steele - Konrad Raab - 11-19-2025
2 RP Limit for singles
3500 Word Per RP
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET FRIDAY, November 21, 2025
RE: Sofia Soldata vs. Diamond Steele - Sofia Soldata - 11-22-2025
1
The first thing that I thought about when seeing him through my scope on this evening was just how intelligent he must feel, despite the fact that I not only knew, but I was going to prove soon enough that he really wasn’t very intelligent at all. Now why would I say that you must be wondering, as that is really not a very nice thought to have about another human being and yet that was the only thought that was flooding into my mind at the precise moment in time. But if you knew him and what he was known to do like I did, why would you realize that he was anything but a human being.
No, he was not a human being, and he was not a man either. He was a monster in every sense of that word. Seventeen murders so far, seventeen teenage women brutally slain in the last four years in the south side of Chicago, but there had been no one murdered in the last eleven months. Police Detectives had begun to wonder if they had picked him up committing some other crime and the perpetrator had just not come forward and confessed yet even though they had him in custody. If you looked close enough on inspection, you could see and hear laughing and patting each other on the back, telling each other nice job getting the monster off of the streets even though they weren’t able to put a name or a face with it yet.
Many times men can be so clueless though, and this was one of those times. See, I knew this monster, I had studied him even when everyone else thought that he wasn’t around anymore, and I knew his tendencies better than he did. Did I know where he had been for the last eleven months? No I didn’t because if I had known for the last six months when my father agreed that I could start going out as a soldier, then this monster would have been eliminated much sooner than tonight.
I didn’t know why the community hadn’t heard from him in all that time, but I did know one thing, and that was that even though he had gone silent for so long for one reason or another, I also knew that he was still out there among us. Still lurking in the shadows. Don’t ask me how I knew; I am not a detective myself, not even close, but I just knew. I had this inkling, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that we had not heard from the monster for the last time in our community. It was just too clean, too easy, for him to go away like that. No, this was the type monster that was only going to be apprehended one of two ways: Either everyone knew when he was captured, or nobody would know because he wasn’t going to be captured at all. He would be eliminated by a professional.
He would be eliminated by me.
So that is what I was doing on this very night, I was eliminating him, and elimination never tasted so sweet as it did on this evening as I loaded my Winchester M1907 (What can I say? I prefer the classics.) because I knew that I had the right man. I started to think to myself that this was him when the young girl went missing because she and her mother had been threatened with her abduction right before he disappeared and that was how he always started out, like he was announcing his new intention, his new victim. Even with the long break in between immediately following, when this girl was abducted then, it threw the city of Chicago into a panic, and at that point I agreed, it had to be him, but I didn’t panic like the rest of them you see.
No, instead I went and talked with my father and he much to my surprise rather than objecting, which I thought he might, he agreed with me that I could go out on my own for the first time. I remember that conversation like it was yesterday and while they say that you will always be nervous when you have that conversation I guess that it was just different for me. I wasn’t nervous. I was ready to go, I was prepared. Even as I think about that now I still have no compulsion to think that this was a mistake at all, in fact, looking through my scope again a rush of absolute excitement went coursing through my veins because I knew that what I wanted to do might be considered wrong by many it was just by everyone and that was more than good enough for me.
I knew it was him, I knew that he had her, knew that just like clockwork that he would come out with her three days later at precisely four nineteen in the morning he would walk out of that old, run down, apartment building that had been condemned years ago on St. James Place. It was the same pattern that it had always had been and soon she would be dead, after he woke her up of course, so he could terrorize her one last time by forcing her to look at him and see his face for the final time.
Only this time was different. There was no final time for her to be woken, for her to be forced to look at his hideous, monstrous face, right before he slit her throat because before he could laugh and wake her up there was a quiet, silenced shot. He never even knew that it happened to be perfectly honest, and if there was anything about this night that was not perfect it was that because in a perfect world I could have made him suffer just as much as he had done to all of those girls.
But there just wasn’t enough time. The police would be there soon enough, and they would find both the girl and the monster. The girl would be taken to the hospital where she would be spared the one last look at his hideous, monstrous face, spared her life, and reunited with her mother as she began her long, painful road to recovery as soon as she did wake up because she could wake up. Because she survived the monster that so many other girls hadn’t survived. Yeah, I’m really going to love being Chicago’s avenging angel.
As for him, he laid there shot and killed and because of that? Well, that bullet can never be traced and more importantly his reign of terror stopped at seventeen moments before he could make it eighteen. Did I murder him? Sure, I did.
You’re welcome.
(We are in a random locker room with a large, middle aged, Italian man dressed in a tuxedo. On the wall behind the man is a wrestling logo, though we can’t get close enough to be able to tell which wrestling company this is from. The man pulls up from his side a microphone and we quickly realize that this is an announcer)
Italian Man: “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Fat Joey Graziotti, and my guest at this time is the one and only, Sofia Soldata!”
(The camera pans over to the immediate right of Fat Joey and focuses in on a tall, athletic younger Italian woman with black hair who is smiling from ear to ear. Just like Fat Joey, Sofia has a strong, Italian accent when speaking.)
Sofia Soldata: “Joseph, it is so good to see you this evening, and I can hardly wait to discuss with you my newest venture tonight.”
Fat Joey: “One can only assume that you must be talking about the wrestling company that you are to become the newest star of, am I right, Sofia?”
Sofia Soldata: “That you are Joseph. I am going to be the latest and one of the brightest stars of the best wrestling company in the world, Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
Fat Joey: “But Sofia, Supreme Championship Wrestling, I barely watch wrestling myself and even I know of great gladiators of the sport. There are such names as Selena Frost, James Evans, Syren, Xander Valentine, and the current world champion Cid Turner just to name a few. How do you plan to compete with the best that Supreme Champion Wrestling or SCW is known by most of its fans have to offer?”
(Giggling just slightly, Sofia shakes her head.)
Sofia Soldata: “Come on Joseph. I’m just starting my new career. I don’t think that I’m capable of competing with the names that you have just mentioned. At least not yet anyway. No, for now I need to set my sights on someone that is not so high, until I have the opportunity to build my name up.”
Fat Joey: “This does sound reasonable Sofia, and knowing you like I have for your entire life, I can only bet that you have some in mind very soon that you would like to start building your name up against.”
Sofia Soldata: “Nothing gets past you Joseph, just like in the old neighborhood in Chicago. There is someone that I would like to start building my name up, and that is none other than my very first opponent in SCW, Diamond Steele.”
Fat Joey: “Oh yes, I have heard of this girl as well, this Diamond Steele. I will bet that you have too since she was a world champion in another promotion in her past. She will be a formidable opponent for your debut no doubt. Tell everyone if you can, what it is that you would like to say to Diamond Steele. After all, diamonds are, as they say, a girl's best friend, but something tells me this is one diamond that won’t be a new best friend, at least not for you anytime soon, Sofia.”
(In the blink of an eye, Sofia goes from being fun loving, playful, and cheerful to very focused and intense from the look on her face.”
Sofia Soldata: “You can say that, Joseph. Diamond Steele is that kind of woman that leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth, because she feels like the world owes her something. I guess she was not raised by people like my mamma and papa because if she had been she would know that the world doesn’t owe any of us anything because the world was here first!”
Fat Joey: “Truer words have never been spoken, Sofia. So, it’s safe to say then that just like the little kids everywhere right now in this holiday season, Diamond Steele had better watch out because Sofia Soldata is coming to town in SCW.”
(There is a very noticeable eye roll from Sofia, because she looks at Fat Joey with almost contempt dripping from her voice.)
Sofia Soldata: “Joseph, you may have known me since the time that I was a small child, but let me tell you and everyone else listening that you have never been a comedian, so please don’t try to think that you can start now. Sofia Soldata is not coming to town in SCW; Sofia Soldata is already here! ”
(Fat Joey looks hurt and almost offended)
Fat Joey: “Well, my, my, my, alright then Sofia, very well. Is there something that you would like to say to Diamond Steele?”
Sofia Soldata: “Oh yes there is something that I would like to say to Diamond Steele, Joseph and very directly I might add.”
(Taking the microphone from Fat Joey, Sofia looks directly into the camera, her eyes now burning with intensity.)
Sofia Soldata: “Diamond Steele! I've been watching you run your mouth for way too long now!. You call yourself the 'Diamond' because you think you're unbreakable, that you shine brighter than anyone else. But you've got it all wrong. Diamonds are pressure-treated, stolen, and they're cold... and fragile under the right impact.”
"You flaunt your wealth and your 'unearned' status, treating this ring like your personal stage, like we have to listen to you and we have to listen to your music. But this isn't a rock show, Steele. This is SCW! This is where heart and soul collide.”
“You look down on everyone who has to work for a living, anyone who's had to fight for respect. I grew up in Chicago knowing what it was like to fight for that respect! My momma and papa are just humble dry cleaners even now! Nothing was ever given to us and is still not to this day! I’m from the real world, where we don’t inherit our opportunities; we earn them with sweat and grit!”
“You're about to step in the ring with someone who knows what real pressure feels like, someone who wasn't given a seat at the table but someone who will gladly build her own because that is the only way I know how! Diamond, at Breakdown, you aren't fighting a 'rookie'. You are facing Sofia Soldata, and I didn't come here just to shine like you apparently did, Diamond.”
(The camera pans in even closer on her face as Sofia adds extra emphasis on the next sentence that she says.)
Sofia Soldata: “So bring your 'shine,' Diamond, bring your arrogance, bring all your big talk, because when that fake diamond sparkle gets shattered you’re going to find out what a real fighter, a fighter like me, Sofia Soldata is made of! The people are ready for a change, and that change starts at Breakdown. Let's do this!”
(Sofia hands the microphone rather forcefully to Fat Joey as the scene fades to a commercial for guns and ammo magazine.)