https://archived.moe/bant/thread/18997491/#19019183The sound of heavy breathing catches Priscilla's attention and she turns to see Noire, covered in sweat.
>Oh, Noire? Yes I'm familiar with y->Oh, you're not her? Your mother, I see, you do look alike... oh you have two mothers? Biologically? Priscilla rubs her chin, far more intrigued by the idea of two women mothering a daughter than Noire realizes
>You're right, I never met Noire, though one of my associates has. As I recall they-Priscilla hesitates, thinking of how Nikki once mentioned a brawl between her and Noire that involved a beating using the purple warrior. Aware of the cameras, Priscilla decides to shift the topic
>They got along splendidly, I'm sureNoire then monologues about her struggles to step out of her mother's shadow, before her ill advised weight lifting attempt. But Noire's words genuinely strike a chord with Priscilla. And since the cameras are still rolling, she walks over toward Noire, patting her on the shoulder as she releases the weights.
>I understand what's it's like to live a life under the shadow of one's mother.>My mother is the world famous supermodel, Octavia DiVanna-Eriksen. And from the day I was born I was compared to her and expected to follow in her footsteps.>And in many ways I have. We resemble each other. I've modelled. Now I even have my own fashion line. All things she has done>But this? Wrestling? That's the one thing that's all me. Being a wrestler is the thing about me that's totally different to anything about her. It's how I can be my own woman>So you want to be your own woman? Step out of your mom's shadow? Then find something she never did, something that's all you, something you love. And then excel at it. Priscilla then turns and flashes a smile for the cameras. She meant every word of what she said, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to milk whatever press out of it that she could.
