>>21177171>[Omega is heading out of the backstage area, keen to return to the Onivilla and the new rookies – no, recruits – no, ‘Members’ was the word the Imp wanted, but is caught off-guard by a familiar voice.]And so soon after Omega had been thinking of her. Coincidences are a hell of a thing. And most coincidences, aren’t coincidences.
“... Romero.”
Ash Romero. Margarita fucking Mitchell. Tomboy Girl. Firebird. Contemporary. Rival. Trainer. Coach. Poison Queen. Deathmatch Legend. Frie... nope. Greatest Intercontinental Champion that Goon Japan Pro Wrestling had ever seen. One of the best Intercontinental Champions the Waifu Wrestling Alliance had ever seen.
“Yeah, well, you heard what I said about the Imp, and we all know Kelly Ome- I wasn’t telling lies. No fancy Dojo or training rooms or classes or fucking whiteboards. I helped her become a double champ, didn’t I?”
>[There is something of an awkward pause.]“I mean, didn’t I? I think I helped her. She’s... a handful. Goddess above, all of those fucking Villa kids are. Were. Maybe I can help more people. Maybe what these kids need is a little less Tomboy and a bit more Omega.”
>[The tone is snarky, but it’s clearly put on. A wrestling promo for oneself, maybe?] 