>>18231561[Once more, an unspecified amount of time later]
Soft scribbles onto paper were the only thing that passed through the monotone sound of the ticking clock on the wall as Maria did her best to draft up a letter. A slight smile on her face. Her mood was getting better after realizing that she had made the correct move accepting Nikki's stipulation. Fuck those suits thinking only about dividend and money. Fuck the auditors. They didn't know the business, they had never in their lives stepped foot into the ring. They'd never get wrestling. Only those willing to lace up their boots and give it all in the squared circle knew how it felt, what it meant to be a wrestler.
[BZZ, BZZ]
A message interrupted Maria's work, bringing her out from her focus. Taking a deep breath she took off her glasses, looking at the message on her phone with slight confusion as she tried to make sense of what information or question Sola tried to ask for.
>Aww, she's dyslectic...Maria mumbled quietly to herself as she looked over the text message several times, attempting to translate it. After a minute she began to type out her response towards Sola Fire.
[Sola,
Go for it, absolutely. You're one of the brightest stars in the company, and it's high time you show the world what you can do. After you stole the show against Cassie Kade. Win or lose, I'll be rooting for you all the way!
Yours truly,
Maria McTavish - Mighty Milf.]
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