Today, 12:59 AM
“Papa, I need to talk with you please.” Turning around to face her in this study, Ernesto Soldata beams with pride looking at his daughter Sofia, until he notes that something seems to be off about the youngest of his five children. Even though Sofia is 31-years-old now, her father’s voice becomes immediately protective as he gets up,goes over, and shuts the door to his office before sitting back down at his desk. “Sofia, what is troubling you? Some man you are dating, did they do something to you? Because people have forgotten who you are, but I have no problem reminding them.”
Sitting across from her father on the other side of his desk, there is something that is bothering Sofia, despite her reassurances to him. “Nobody has been, I will be ok Papa, I would not lie to you.” Sofia does her best to make sure that she seems as normal as possible, but nobody knows her the way that Ernesto knows his daughter and he knows that there is something that is not right with her. Looking at Sofia sternly and although he says nothing you get the feeling that Ernesto’s squinty eyes are peering right into Sofia’s very core. She can feel that too and even the normally unflappable Sofia is starting to crack underneath such scrutiny. “Why do you look at me like I have done something wrong or you do not believe what I am telling you Papa? I promise you that you can trust me.”
“My face is not the face of a man that does not trust you because I believe you are trying to be deceitful toward me. I know you would never do that to me, little one.” Sofia lifts up her head and the slightest little bit of a smile can start to be seen but it quickly disappears because she realizes that her father is not finished and he continues. “However, I do believe that you would omit parts of the truth so that I would not worry about you, and that is something that is unacceptable to me, because lies of omission are still lies just the same. Do you understand what I am saying to you, Sofia?” Slowly realizing that she is not getting anything past him at all, Sofia solemnly nods toward Ernesto. “Yes, I do, Papa.” Ernesto nods back, his look still stone cold serious. “Very well then, let’s try this again then, what or who is troubling you, Sofia?”
“Papa, it is just, well you know what I did two nights ago and…” Sofia's voice trails off as she is having a difficult time trying to find the words to what she is trying to say. Ernesto sees this and tries to help her out. “I wondered if this might not be too much for you and it appears as though I may have been correct in my thinking. It is alright Sofia, we do not have to continue with this.” Switching from being solemn to being confused, Sofia asks her father. “What do you mean, Papa, I do not understand?” “No, no, you don't need to feel like this is something you are now required to do, because nothing could be further from the truth. Being that I had a feeling that this could happen I have already put plans in place to make sure that this never happens again.”
Though she is careful never to do anything that could be misconstrued as being disrespectful to her father, the head of her family, Sofia also does hide the fact that she does not agree with what he is saying. “Papa, I don’t think you understand what I have been trying to say, because I never said that you should make sure that I am never to do what I did two nights ago again.” Ernesto still believes that he is making the right call here, despite the “You didn’t have to come right out and you wouldn’t if you thought that it would mean that you would disappoint me because I know that you would never want that. Besides nobody knows you better than me, I could anticipate this conversation before you ever came into my office today.”
A sly grin engulfs the face of Sofia. “Really, Papa? So tell me, when I showed up to your office, please explain to me that it was that you anticipated me wanting to tell you about what I did two nights ago. Yes Papa, I would like to hear that so much. More than you would ever realize I do believe.” Ernesto doesn’t hold back now, holding firm in his beliefs. “I apologize for sending you out. Even though you say that you wanted that task to you, we both know that you aren’t up for that type of thing. It just isn’t women's work.” Sofia tries to hide it, again wanting to be respectful of her father but she is now getting very fired up. “That is not what I wanted to say Papa, and I can’t help it if you believe that is women’s work or not. The fact remains that what hasn’t allowed me to sleep in those last two nights isn’t that I was bothered by what I had to do that night. Rather when I think about it, I can’t get enough of what I did, and the only thing that bothers me about it is how you would view me now after I just told you what I had to say regarding what I did that night .”
Ernesto seems a little taken aback by what Sofia had to say, as though this was the last thing that he ever expected to hear come out of her mouth. “So let me get this straight, Sofia, you liked going out two nights ago and doing what you did?” Sofia sighs heavily and then smiles across her fathers desk “More than anything else that you have let me do in my life. That man deserved exactly what he got that night and I was the person who made sure that he received it. Not only did I like what I did; I promise you Papa, I have never felt more alive than when I did that night and I hope you will let me do it again and again.
Staring around the room for a few moments while he tries to process what he has been told which he wasn’t expecting, Ernesto turns to Sofia and smiles brightly. “You liked it, and would like to do it again?” “Yes, Papa, more than even I could have expected for my first time. As for doing it again, whenever you decide to send me out, I will guarantee that you will not be disappointed by the results. I am your soldier now.” Ernesto reaches face over and kisses Sofia on either cheek. “Yes, yes, you are, my Soldier.”
"One match. One win. But thirsty for more.
(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. As the camera pans in closer we realize that the Italian Man is someone that we already recognize though we can’t quite put a name to his face yet.)
Italian Man: “Ladies and gentlemen, once again, 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 the stunning image of Sofia Soldata who is all smiles while looking to address everyone.)
Sofia Soldata: “My, my, my Joseph, aren’t you just a picture gentlemanly before us on this evening?”
Fat Joy: “Why thank you Sofia for saying that, it is much appreciated. But I really doubt that you want to use your interview time to talk about how good looking I am even though that is apparent to everyone.”
(While shaking her head emphatically no, Sofia starts to laugh looking at Fat Joey.)
Sofia Soldata: “Hey there Joseph, let’s not get a head of ourselves too much alright? You might start to believe you own hype. And as you well know, there are other things that I would like to address.”
Fat Joey: “And what would those things be, Sofia, tell us all about it, please?”
Sofia Soldata: “Well I need to correct myself Joseph because there is one thing that I feel obligated to address, but there is also one person, Jackson Mikaelson, who I face at Night 1 of Supreme Championship Wrestling’s Shattered Reality. I have a lot of respect for Jackson, but more on that in a few minutes. What I need to address first is that thing I was talking about is Diamond Steele.”
(Fat Joey is almost confused by this.)
Fat Joey: “But you won the match between the two of you Sofia. What else could there possibly be left for you to say?”
Sofia Soldata: “Just that I heard a rumor that Diamond was saying to people that I was lucky the night that I beat you and you kept running around the locker room saying that I had beginner's luck and nothing more. That was beginner’s luck though, Diamond, that was a lot of skill, skill that you don’t have and if you want to keep running your mouth? I will be happy to show you even more of that skill to shut your mouth yet again.”
Fat Joey: “It sounds like she really has you fired up, Sofia!?”
Sofia Soldata: “I just can’t stand when whether I do it, or someone else does, someone else gets put in their place but rather than just accept it they make excuses. But enough about the diamond that will never shine as brightly as I do. Now it’s time to talk about an opponent who deserves my attention, isn’t that right, Jackson?
See, a few weeks ago, I stepped into an SCW wrestling ring for the first time against Diamond. People called me the underdog; they said I was just a fresh face in the 'Front Office' looking for a lucky break. But I proved them wrong. I didn't just survive—I won. And that feeling? That's a drug I’m not ready to stop taking.”
(Fat Joey gasps aloud)
Fat Joey: “Oh my Gosh, you are taking the drugs Sofia?! Your father, he will kill me!!”
(Sofia swats Fat Joey upside the head and takes the mic)
Sofia Soldata: “I love you like the Uncle that I never wanted Joseph, but you need to stop being such a coward. I am not doing drugs; I was speaking metaphorically!
But now, back to the ring and I see the name across from me: Jackson Mikaelson.
Jackson, I’ve watched you. I’ve seen the way you command the crowd like you’re back on center stage with a guitar in your hand. You call yourself “The Frontman” and honestly? You’ve earned the title. You have a style that’s pure theater, and a 'Vibe Check' that has put better veterans than me on their backs. I respect the hell out of the intensity you bring to this business.
You’re out here trying to make the crowd feel something they’ll never forget. I get that. But Jackson, while you’re busy conducting the audience, you might forget that I’m not here to be part of your backup band.
I’m 1-0. I’m confident, I’m hungry, and I’m studying the room just as hard as you are. You might have the experience and the 'Final Note,' but I have the momentum of a woman who has nothing to lose and everything to prove.
This isn't just a performance for me, Jackson. This is my life. I respect you, but at the next show, I’m going to be the one taking the bow.
See you in the ring."
Sitting across from her father on the other side of his desk, there is something that is bothering Sofia, despite her reassurances to him. “Nobody has been, I will be ok Papa, I would not lie to you.” Sofia does her best to make sure that she seems as normal as possible, but nobody knows her the way that Ernesto knows his daughter and he knows that there is something that is not right with her. Looking at Sofia sternly and although he says nothing you get the feeling that Ernesto’s squinty eyes are peering right into Sofia’s very core. She can feel that too and even the normally unflappable Sofia is starting to crack underneath such scrutiny. “Why do you look at me like I have done something wrong or you do not believe what I am telling you Papa? I promise you that you can trust me.”
“My face is not the face of a man that does not trust you because I believe you are trying to be deceitful toward me. I know you would never do that to me, little one.” Sofia lifts up her head and the slightest little bit of a smile can start to be seen but it quickly disappears because she realizes that her father is not finished and he continues. “However, I do believe that you would omit parts of the truth so that I would not worry about you, and that is something that is unacceptable to me, because lies of omission are still lies just the same. Do you understand what I am saying to you, Sofia?” Slowly realizing that she is not getting anything past him at all, Sofia solemnly nods toward Ernesto. “Yes, I do, Papa.” Ernesto nods back, his look still stone cold serious. “Very well then, let’s try this again then, what or who is troubling you, Sofia?”
“Papa, it is just, well you know what I did two nights ago and…” Sofia's voice trails off as she is having a difficult time trying to find the words to what she is trying to say. Ernesto sees this and tries to help her out. “I wondered if this might not be too much for you and it appears as though I may have been correct in my thinking. It is alright Sofia, we do not have to continue with this.” Switching from being solemn to being confused, Sofia asks her father. “What do you mean, Papa, I do not understand?” “No, no, you don't need to feel like this is something you are now required to do, because nothing could be further from the truth. Being that I had a feeling that this could happen I have already put plans in place to make sure that this never happens again.”
Though she is careful never to do anything that could be misconstrued as being disrespectful to her father, the head of her family, Sofia also does hide the fact that she does not agree with what he is saying. “Papa, I don’t think you understand what I have been trying to say, because I never said that you should make sure that I am never to do what I did two nights ago again.” Ernesto still believes that he is making the right call here, despite the “You didn’t have to come right out and you wouldn’t if you thought that it would mean that you would disappoint me because I know that you would never want that. Besides nobody knows you better than me, I could anticipate this conversation before you ever came into my office today.”
A sly grin engulfs the face of Sofia. “Really, Papa? So tell me, when I showed up to your office, please explain to me that it was that you anticipated me wanting to tell you about what I did two nights ago. Yes Papa, I would like to hear that so much. More than you would ever realize I do believe.” Ernesto doesn’t hold back now, holding firm in his beliefs. “I apologize for sending you out. Even though you say that you wanted that task to you, we both know that you aren’t up for that type of thing. It just isn’t women's work.” Sofia tries to hide it, again wanting to be respectful of her father but she is now getting very fired up. “That is not what I wanted to say Papa, and I can’t help it if you believe that is women’s work or not. The fact remains that what hasn’t allowed me to sleep in those last two nights isn’t that I was bothered by what I had to do that night. Rather when I think about it, I can’t get enough of what I did, and the only thing that bothers me about it is how you would view me now after I just told you what I had to say regarding what I did that night .”
Ernesto seems a little taken aback by what Sofia had to say, as though this was the last thing that he ever expected to hear come out of her mouth. “So let me get this straight, Sofia, you liked going out two nights ago and doing what you did?” Sofia sighs heavily and then smiles across her fathers desk “More than anything else that you have let me do in my life. That man deserved exactly what he got that night and I was the person who made sure that he received it. Not only did I like what I did; I promise you Papa, I have never felt more alive than when I did that night and I hope you will let me do it again and again.
Staring around the room for a few moments while he tries to process what he has been told which he wasn’t expecting, Ernesto turns to Sofia and smiles brightly. “You liked it, and would like to do it again?” “Yes, Papa, more than even I could have expected for my first time. As for doing it again, whenever you decide to send me out, I will guarantee that you will not be disappointed by the results. I am your soldier now.” Ernesto reaches face over and kisses Sofia on either cheek. “Yes, yes, you are, my Soldier.”
"One match. One win. But thirsty for more.
(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. As the camera pans in closer we realize that the Italian Man is someone that we already recognize though we can’t quite put a name to his face yet.)
Italian Man: “Ladies and gentlemen, once again, 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 the stunning image of Sofia Soldata who is all smiles while looking to address everyone.)
Sofia Soldata: “My, my, my Joseph, aren’t you just a picture gentlemanly before us on this evening?”
Fat Joy: “Why thank you Sofia for saying that, it is much appreciated. But I really doubt that you want to use your interview time to talk about how good looking I am even though that is apparent to everyone.”
(While shaking her head emphatically no, Sofia starts to laugh looking at Fat Joey.)
Sofia Soldata: “Hey there Joseph, let’s not get a head of ourselves too much alright? You might start to believe you own hype. And as you well know, there are other things that I would like to address.”
Fat Joey: “And what would those things be, Sofia, tell us all about it, please?”
Sofia Soldata: “Well I need to correct myself Joseph because there is one thing that I feel obligated to address, but there is also one person, Jackson Mikaelson, who I face at Night 1 of Supreme Championship Wrestling’s Shattered Reality. I have a lot of respect for Jackson, but more on that in a few minutes. What I need to address first is that thing I was talking about is Diamond Steele.”
(Fat Joey is almost confused by this.)
Fat Joey: “But you won the match between the two of you Sofia. What else could there possibly be left for you to say?”
Sofia Soldata: “Just that I heard a rumor that Diamond was saying to people that I was lucky the night that I beat you and you kept running around the locker room saying that I had beginner's luck and nothing more. That was beginner’s luck though, Diamond, that was a lot of skill, skill that you don’t have and if you want to keep running your mouth? I will be happy to show you even more of that skill to shut your mouth yet again.”
Fat Joey: “It sounds like she really has you fired up, Sofia!?”
Sofia Soldata: “I just can’t stand when whether I do it, or someone else does, someone else gets put in their place but rather than just accept it they make excuses. But enough about the diamond that will never shine as brightly as I do. Now it’s time to talk about an opponent who deserves my attention, isn’t that right, Jackson?
See, a few weeks ago, I stepped into an SCW wrestling ring for the first time against Diamond. People called me the underdog; they said I was just a fresh face in the 'Front Office' looking for a lucky break. But I proved them wrong. I didn't just survive—I won. And that feeling? That's a drug I’m not ready to stop taking.”
(Fat Joey gasps aloud)
Fat Joey: “Oh my Gosh, you are taking the drugs Sofia?! Your father, he will kill me!!”
(Sofia swats Fat Joey upside the head and takes the mic)
Sofia Soldata: “I love you like the Uncle that I never wanted Joseph, but you need to stop being such a coward. I am not doing drugs; I was speaking metaphorically!
But now, back to the ring and I see the name across from me: Jackson Mikaelson.
Jackson, I’ve watched you. I’ve seen the way you command the crowd like you’re back on center stage with a guitar in your hand. You call yourself “The Frontman” and honestly? You’ve earned the title. You have a style that’s pure theater, and a 'Vibe Check' that has put better veterans than me on their backs. I respect the hell out of the intensity you bring to this business.
You’re out here trying to make the crowd feel something they’ll never forget. I get that. But Jackson, while you’re busy conducting the audience, you might forget that I’m not here to be part of your backup band.
I’m 1-0. I’m confident, I’m hungry, and I’m studying the room just as hard as you are. You might have the experience and the 'Final Note,' but I have the momentum of a woman who has nothing to lose and everything to prove.
This isn't just a performance for me, Jackson. This is my life. I respect you, but at the next show, I’m going to be the one taking the bow.
See you in the ring."