>>19367354Paule heard the footsteps of little beaver. The Indian came through the corridor with a lit-up cigarette. As soon as it was within reach Paule quickly snatched the cigarette from her hands and began smoking it.
>You know, my great-grandma still smokes a pack a day.Paule looked at Beaver from her very bottom to the very top.
>My great-grandma also said many things about the WWA before I came.>Most of them weren't good. But she never told me not to come.>She told me that if I want something, I should go out there and get it.>Like that jacket.Paule pointed at the yellow jacket Beaver wore.
>When I first began here I quickly imagined Carmody, Kanako, and me becoming the new yellow jackets.>A very cool trio of friends.>I wanted that so much to be real. I thought that those silly jackets were my golden ticket to become a real wrestler.>And I forgot how much pain you three endured...>Now...things have changed. I guess I'm a real wrestler now.>But it doesn't have to be like this.Paule clenched her fists if only just a little:
>History doesn't have to repeat itself.>Kanako has Nika by her side. And I guess Carmody and Sola are something...>Beaver, please hear my request.>I respect you. And I like you. And I think you are super cool.>And I like your merch. Especially that figurine with the wobbling head. It's very funny.>I am not as cool as Kanako, or as talented as Carmody.>I-I honestly don't know what I'm good at, or if this world is for me.>But I don't want to lose my friends.>This is why, I'm asking you. Please let me have a match with you. >You are one of the top students in the dojo. You are a yellowjacket.>If I defeat you. Maybe Kanako and Carmody will choose me over Sola and Nika, instead of making me choose between them.>It doesn't have to be anything special. Just a friendly singles match. 