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Steeli was mad, fuming, furious as she put some extra stank on that kick against Priscilla's throat. But even that wasn't enough to keep her down for more then a two count. Through-out the fight, it was made abundantly clear that Priscilla was the better wrestler of the two. But she had one thing that Steeli had, experience in fighting and an indomitable spirit that refused to give up. A will to live and a tenacity to succeed that had been gained by setback after setback in life, everything in her life earned rather then given or bestowed upon her. Sure, the steel toed boot didn't excactly hurt Steeli's chances either.
The two were digging deep, going this far into the match. Yet, something had to give first, and as Steeli's luck would have it, it was she had managed to get the best of engagement as she managed to keep Priscilla down long enough for the three count after a cross-body.
Confused and befuddled, Steeli looked up at the referee as her music began to play, Steeli only staying in the ring a second longer to get her hand raised in victory before she rolled out from the ropes, quickly walking over towards the timekeeper's desk where the latern had been placed for safekeeping during the match. Steeli expected one or more of Priscilla's hired goons or 'friends' to show up and attack her.
Snatching both the microphone and the lantern, Steeli breathed heavily as thoughts raced through her head, zingers going through her mind as she raised the microphone to her mouth, settling on "Eat shit. I expect my cheque in the mail, Divine." before throwing the microphone to the ground, escaping her way through the crowd with her prize tucked underneath her arm.
Only one thought going through Steeli's mind as she slipped into the darkness, away from prying eyes.
'God I'm clever.'
