>>19164178>Raquel!That voice was not the same as before. The first voice was one she once knew too well but now she didn't welcome. This last voice came from Anita Mann. There she was, looking down at Raquel, who was seated on the floor of one of the bathroom stalls. The Latina had a tight grip on the borders of the toilet. She slowly moved her head to look at Anita out of the corner of her eye. The announcer saw a little stain of puke by her lip. Raquel looked up:
>He should not be recording. Tell your chico to stop.>Raquel, you didn't consume anything weird before the match right, you did that once and...>No I did not, if you are concerned about someone cheating, maybe you should be concerned about that damn Zunigoth. Her gloves were loaded, that's why she left me like this.>But One Count Man checked the...>SILENCIO!!!The shout by the drug lord echoed in the bathroom. Anita did shiver, surprised by the belligerence of the Latina.
>You think a disgusting filthy mockery of a human could put me down?>Think twice.>No one can beat me fair and square. NADIE.>NO MATTER HOW HARD THEY TRY.>NO MATTER IF GOD HERSELF GIFTED THEM A SKILL>NO MATTER THE COLOUR OF THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH THEIR VEINS>THEY ARE NOT SPECIAL.The bathroom still reverberated Raquel shouts. Despite the bravado of her words, her body told a different story. Even she had to be aware of her situation. Raquel looked at the toilet again, the deep end of it had nothing but her insides. She tightened her grip on the toilet. And said in a whisper before puking again.
>I'm special. 