>>19601448Carmody rolls over in bed and sits up, with the sun shining on her bare skin. She feels much better than she did yesterday. Rest, hydration, and a healthy dose of Vitamin O had banished the effects of her hangover. She sits up, quickly pulls on a top and panties, and checks her phone.
First of all, she has a match with Miss USA at Cupid's Chokehold. The same Miss USA who had famously had wars with both her sister Colby and Priscilla Divine. Okay then.
Related to that, there were dozens of messages and voicemails from Colby, and they all seemed to be melting down and panicking. All of them the same thing: this is exactly what I was worried about; Miss USA was going to hurt you and I can't do anything to stop her, you need to run away and go home now and never come back to wrestling.
Carmody rolls her eyes and types a quick message back to Colby:
Text Message to Colby Jefferson:
>Bitch you kicked me out of my home and now you're concerned for me?>Chill out and shut the fuck up>I got thisThen she sees Priscilla's message. It's more reassuring, even if Carmody winces in acknowledgement of the truth that there's probably not enough time to train properly with Priscilla for this match. Even so, the offer of a manager is tempting.
Text Message to Priscilla Divine:
>I'm doing better, Pris, thanks!>Sorry, I was at a pretty low point earlier.>I'd be thrilled to have you in my corner! >But you're right, it's time I make sure I'm ready>You know me, I live in this deep water.>Unlike some of your prospective opponents, I'm not intimidated by a match with a main event wrestler.>I really appreciate all your support and I can't wait to see you again.>And I really hope you're okay after what happened with Nikki last time too.>Like, not physically but personally>We'll catch up and talk soon. You're my friend and I want you to have my support just like I have yours. 