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Wordlessly Maaike Hoestra sat on the edge of her bed in the WWA Dojo, throwing a tennisball against the floor, watching it ricochet off it, bounce off the wall and end back in her hand over and over as thoughts run through her head. Any potential hurt from the tables match against Lexi were long gone again. Her loss against the now champ Duna, something in her past. Yet for how much she trained, it didn't seem to matter, as every single time she managed to come up short. With her only 'victory' being an elimination on M.Alice during the Meat Match back at Waifus Collide II.
A cold shiver went down her spine as her mind went back a few years, doing push-ups in the torrential autumn rains after missing a shot during training. Her old coach berating her for her fuck-ups, stating that she would never amount to anything in her life. A cascade of memories, of failures going through her mind, every misplay she made in her previous carreer intermingling with the mistakes she made in the ring. Coach Ash eventually taking place of her old coach as she found herself back on that rain soaked grass, yelling down at her.
Her body tensed up, and it was only a beep of her phone that snapped her out of her trance, the tennisball having been crushed and split in the palm of her hand as she laid back on her bed, checking her phone. Someone had tagged her in a clip of a stream that Annabelle Dupont had made.
'Losing all the time. Losing all the time. Losing all the time'
The words kept on echoing through her head after she red it as Maaike could feel her body tense up again. Slamming her hand against the wall in frustration, the tennisball went out of the window in anger a second later before she grabbed her phone, typing a quick message...
