Quoted By:
*SNNNNNNNNOOORT*
>OWW! FUCK!
K-Chan snorted a line of Rush in her bathroom, tapping her nostril with a pair of fingers. She was left alone in the Divine Mansion. Well, Isabella was here. But she wasn't interesting. After a minor ankle injury, she wasn't even cleared to go to Paris. After the /h/appening with Nikki, she strangely felt depressed, but more motivated.
>...I...
K-Chan mumbled.
>I gotta do better. YOU gotta do better! K-Chan pointed at the mirror.
She growled. Her wrestling career was impressive, yes. But she still failed to defend the tag titles with Nikki. She failed to beat Kelly. She failed to beat Sheila. And they failed to defend their titles. Even without Nikki, that wasn't an excuse. She was an Angel dammit. She couldn't afford to be the weak link. K-Chan glared at herself for a few seconds until she spotted her pigtails. They were a good gimmick for her streaming career, but they frequently hit herself in the face while doing high flying moves.
>...FUCK IT!
K-Chan yelled, the Rush kicking in as she pulled open a drawer and grabbed a pair of scissors.
*clip* *clip* *clip*
Pink hair fell into the sink. At least a few pounds of it.
>...That'll work! Hope Nikki likes it! ...And chat! Fuck! Did I make a big mistake? ...*snortttt*
>Ah! Ahhh! Fuck it! I'M A FUCKING ANGEL! BITCH!
K-Chan yelled at her mirror.
