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[A little while back, because time is weird in Spaghetti Town]
Stacey laid on the floor, looking up at the lights. Sure losing sucked. Cassie had beaten her, and in her own mind it hadn't even been a close fight.
Laying in the ring she waited for Cassie to finish her celebration and head backstage as she asked for the microphone, still sitting in the middle of the ring.
Breathing heavy, she took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking.
>I hate it here.
She waited for the moments to sink in.
>And that's not because I just lost. I hate it here, I hate this company, I hate this city, I hate what it does to people. In the few months that I've been here I've seen friends die. My own mother breathing through a tube for a few weeks and STILL coming back into the ring for some misplaced feeling of owing it to herself and the crowd to try and kill herself again and again. Lately two other wrestlers have died, upping the counter to 3. And the company does nothing. NOTHING about it. Meanwhile letting wanted criminals wrestle like nothing is wrong. I swear to dog, if I go backstage right now I can run into not one, but two mob bosses.
>And I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of pretending like there's nothing wrong here. This place deserves everything that's coming for it. The auditors are completely in the right.
As she waits for the boos to die down, tears start to roll down her cheeks.
>I just want my mom back, before I get her back in a casket...
Under the chorus of deafening boos, Stacey makes her way backstage again, hiding her face from the cameras.
