>>18484426Omega drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp, giving Holly her spotlight. For once she’s happy that nobody is looking at Kelly Omega.
No one would speak to her backstage. A reputation she has earned.
No one would stop her from leaving the event early. There is need to see Priscilla destroy the woman that Omega fell to.
No one would hear her car start, or smell the exhaust and burning rubber as she drove out of the arena; out of The Kingdom; speeding through Spaghetti Town’s downtown bar district, full of Punks watching the show; by the beach, a single lit window luminating the golden Sands; over the bridge near the Onsen, crossing paths with a 1996 Nissan Skyline; past a cemetery, where a single shooting star trails across the Night sky.
