>>19191503>"But you haven't been in the ring. It's been months since you've wrestled. If that's not a retirement, then what is?"A growl danced past Duna's lips, her expression growing colder.
>"Why the fuck should I wrestle?"She made a sweeping gesture with one arm, scoffing as she continued.
>"Look at the WWA roster. None of them are worthy to step into the ring with me. I'm Duna fuckin' Sands. I'm the Queen of the goddamn Beach, if you forgot. Those bums in the WWA audience don't deserve to see me wrestle, and not a single damn woman in that company is worthy enough to stand across a ring from me. Fuck 'em. I'll get back in the ring when there's a worthwhile woman out there for me to wrestle."The paparazzi went quiet, looking even more nervous than before. There was a few seconds of silence, and then she tried to press her luck...
>"But..you never beat Yokoko, and there's rumors that M.Alice's supporters have been bragging about how she retired you, and you appeared to have beef with the champion Priscilla that you ne-"...but pressing her luck was a mistake. The next thing the reporter knew, she was flying through the air.
>SPLASHBy the time she had made it back to shore, Duna was gone. Out of sight, and out of mind.