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>Seriously..?
>Who is this?
>Audit... DOG? Isn't that the sheep? None of this makes sense
Holly looks at her phone for another moment, before downing another swig from the brown paper bag covered bottle
>Who the hell even cares, man... I lose another match to motherfuckin' Omega and still get paid...
>Holly No-Hope-Again... midcard star...
For a moment she stares sullenly at the bottle, before her phone buzzes again. A notification. One from back home, a blonde-haired shit-talker rising through the ranks in the Brazilian indies. Rough and untested, but a promo of hers in broken English had done the rounds on the shitty smark forums Holly subscribed to out of habit. The best in the world? Going to kill stars like FIREBIRD, Kelly Omega... and Holly Hope.
For a moment, Holly stares.
Then she laughs, ignoring the wetness in her eyes.
>Well how the fuck about that?
She'd lost, yeah. But she'd lost to Kelly BY GODDESS Omega. Her childhood hero.
She'd gone from the fangirl to someone who'd hit her icon with her finishing move. God dammit, the path wasn't easy, but bit by bit, she was clawing her way up.
>I...
>Am the motherfucking GOLDEN GAL
The scream is aimed at no one in particular. The bottle is thrown, smashed.
She glances at her phone, scanning the message, trying to make sense of what it wants.
>Later...
She muses to herself.
>First, I think I better visit my old stomping grounds.
