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It was a quiet, peaceful day at the Spaghetti Town beach...or at least, it was supposed to be. Duna had decided to take it easy today, after her recent time in the gym and time spent training, but a rogue paparazzi had managed to corner her. She groaned as she was approached. This was supposed to be a private beach, but...fuck it. She was in a good mood. She was willing to answer a few questions.
Just a few though.
>"Miss Sands! T-thank you for spending this time with me! I just have a f-"
>"Yeah, stuff it. Get to the point. I'll give you three questions and not a single one more."
The paparazzi nodded, whipping out their phone to record the brief conversation.
>"It's been a while since you've been in the ring! Have you been paying attention to the WWA? Who do you think is going to win the B1?"
Duna rolled her eyes. That was two questions, but she'd let it count as one. She shrugged and looked out to the sea, her eyes dancing over the far off waves as she answered.
>"Why would I watch the show? I don't give a shit about any of those bitches. Who cares about the B1? The only reason any of them is going to win it is because I'm not in it. We all know if I had bothered signing up, half the girls in it would have dropped out by now. You know none of them want to mess with me."
>"But...you retired. You couldn't have joined. How are you enjoying your retirement an-"
Again Duna cut her off, whipping her head back around to glare icy daggers at the sorry excuse for a reporter.
>"Who the fuck said I retired? Did you see an official announcement? Did you see me on TV saying I quit? Fuck out of here. I'm on a break, that's all."
The paparazzi looked a bit nervous, taking a moment to gulp before continuing.
