>>20738352Priscilla slowly turns and walks away, stepping over the bodies of the fallen. She momentarily reverts to her earlier motionless state, before climbing through the ropes. Cameramen, hungry for a reaction, zoom in on her face, and her vacant and unblinking blue eyed stare is displayed on the waifutron as she makes her way up the aisle.
By the time Priscilla nears the stage, there are no cameras on her anymore. All are focused on capturing the moment as the new champion Duna Sands celebrates her triumph.
No one notices as Priscilla casts a hateful glare back toward the ring.
Not toward what was once her title, and its new owner.
But toward Steeli Yastuffi, the woman who was pinned. The woman who cost her everything.
