>>19017595>>19018515>[The days blur together. Sola rises, hits the Dojo and leaves without speaking to anyone. Her phone has laid uncharged next to her bed, as her dorm room continually gets messier and messier. She just doesn’t have the energy to clean it. Her hair is getting wild, and she knows she needs a trim. The ever-growing pile of laundry on her floor threatens to consume the room entirely.]Sola is in the gym as Carmody is bumping like a crazy person in the ring. They haven't spoken since the day of her crushing defeat, despite the declaration a few days before it. Sola wonders if Carmody regrets everything, and is content to just pretend it never happened. With Ash and Paule in Japan, and Kanako off doing God knows what, maybe Carmody lacks direction. Off in her own corner, Sola alternate body weight strength training and intense cardio. It's hard to run from your demons on a treadmill, but Sola will do whatever she can.
Until a demon walked through the door.
The reporters Sola could see lingering make sense now that Priscilla Divine, the reigning and "defending" WWA Champion has arrive. Her red tracksuit making her look like a snake ready to shed its skin. A snake. That's what this woman was. The woman that corrupted Nika, broke Nikki, lured Amy; this woman that already had to have her name plastered all over the Dojo, her image haunting the entrance way; this champion that wrestles once a month at best, doing limited promotion and opting to stay out of tournaments because she just can't be bothered competing like a champion should. Sola sneers, and turns away. She wants nothing to do with --
Then Carmody walks over.
