Miss USA sits in an empty locker room. The same locker room Miss A had leveraged from Spaghetti Dog when she signed their first WWA contract. The same locker room that was cordoned off to all WWA talent and personnel outside of appointed cleaners. The same locker room that was practically hidden by the labyrinthine bowels of the arena.
This was not the first time she had sat alone in this room and for a while she preferred it that way. Liberty Belle had never been in the room and neither of her children even know of its existence. As she mulls over another defeat in the division that she had previously stood at the pinnacle of, Miss USA leans back on a locker and slumps down onto the floor.
In a room with rows and rows of lockers, only two were used. One is open; filled to the brim with neatly folded and stacked daisy dukes and flag patterned bikini tops. Above them are 3 black suits and 3 white dress shirts pressed and hanged. Next to it is a locker with a dented door clad in stickers; various phrases written with markers and some in lipstick; and multiple photographs and news clippings.
The photographs and clippings take up the majority of the door. One clipping is a headline referencing the passing of Queen Elizabeth II. Polaroids of a young redheaded man bordered with hearts drawn on with lipstick and "RIP LIAM" written underneath are speckled throughout. But most of the photos and clippings are of herself and the locker’s owner. Some from a time when they feuded but most are of them as one unit. In the midst of it all was a two page spread torn from an issue of Waifu Wrestling Illustrated. It was NATO raising their World Tag Team Championship belts at Waifus Collide.
Miss USA stares at the locker hearing faint sounds of the WWA live feed coming from the TV mounted at the far end of the room.
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