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Raquel was seated on one of the locker room benches. She was covering her eyes and face with her hands. It was Valentine's Day, and her date tonight was Reina Aoki. That same morning before the show they exchanged words, and Raquel had maniacly repeated some of those to herself for hours.
Raquel grimaced to hold back some tears as she softly punched the bench she was seated at.
>I've done so much, and nothing has changed.
Raquel stood up and approached the sink, she fidgeted with the faucet until the water began running. She struggled with it, her hands were shaking. She soaked her face with water, trying to calm herself. Trying to control her emotions. But the moment she saw herself in the mirror, she failed at the task.
Raquel shattered her reflection in the locker room mirror by smashing the bench she was previously seated on. Glass shards scattered through the room. She was breathing heavily. Frantically, she looked for any shard big enough that she could see her reflection. And smashed each she found against the lockers.
As she trashed the locker room, she began screaming. Not a word was launched into the air. Her frustration only allowed for guttural shrieks. Once she was satisfied with the glass she began punching the lockers, until she made a dent on them. The metal punches echoed the noise backstage. Each hit more agitated, broadcasting the shame that Raquel felt. This match against Reina was supposed to be an escape from the punishment, but the Japanese made it personal. Raquel was committed to murder her opponent. It was a matter of self-love.
