>>19871026Victory. Her song played and Holly could only barely hold herself steady, deep breathes in, deeper breathes out. Her lungs screamed for oxygen, for relief, and her muscles ached from exertion. Kuro Noire II had pushed her to her limit, and it was all she could do to eek out the victory. With belt in hand, Holly looked down at her opponent.
"You did good, kid."
How ironic, she being the one to use the moniker. The same words, the same way she'd been spoken to by an idol that had betrayed her.
She'd not make the same mistake, she'd be better.
A hand offered, in mutual respect, in honour of their shared effort, of the sweat and blood they'd spilled on the canvas together.
"You're a fuckin' fighter, Enoki, don't let anyone tell you different. Y'don't need your mothers, you don't need any of that. You- You- are the future."
Holly grinned, a cocky smile.
"But so am I."
"Told ya I'd drag you into it."
