>>19148569>>19126219The plan went off without a hitch. She racked up quite a bit of damage on the fiddle player before the incompetent WWA officials even thought to ring the bell. She was so self-assured, so confident in her victory. She even tried her best to rough up the Devil on the outside to ensure she couldn’t kick out of any future offense.
And yet? She did. Again and again, and even managed to dodged a Wheel of Fortune. Her strength and resilience were astounding. She wasn’t nearly this strong when they fought in the 3v3, were they? How was this happening?
As the Jersey Devil locked in the submission hold, she thought that this was her punishment for not fighting with honor. And while that could have been true, she really didn’t want to hide behind her gods again. No, the Jersey Devil was simply stronger. She earned the grunts and groans emitted by Shogun as she struggled to fight her way out of the hold. But as she felt her body strain under the pressure, and her heart sink realizing that forsaking her morals wasn’t good enough to overcome her…
She tapped.
And just like that, the match was over. She was still 2-0. Nothing to show for this little excursion. As she laid there, eyes closed, she just didn’t want to get up. She just wanted to sit there, and shrink into nothingness, and be forgotten.
But alas, she had more fights to fight, and so after some time she would finally start to drag herself out of the ring and walk up the ramp, her head hanging in shame.
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