>>18094109As the bell rang, signaling the end of the match, Duna snapped into a sitting position, shock and disbelief splashed across her face.
She couldn't believe it. This was impossible! There was no way Black Winter could have beaten her! She was bigger and stronger than that shrimp! She had more experience! She was just plain BETTER than Black Winter was! She was the goddamn Queen of the Beach!
She had worked her ass off for the right to challenge for the title. She had fought a goddamn war against Bishamonta to stake her claim. She had done everything she could, and now, with what she saw as Priscilla's bullshit thrown into her face, she had failed. Yet again, Duna had lost when it mattered most. All of her work, all of her effort...it had all gone swirling done the drain.
All she could do was sit there, panting, exhausted by the match. She was silent, speechless, left in shock.
Once again, Duna was back at the bottom of the ladder. Once again, for all of her troubles and efforts, she had been left with nothing.
