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[Belated Post Bishojou at the Beach post]
Steeli was out of her element. She didn't have the power of Robyn or Duna, nor the technical prowess of someone like Priscilla, nor the sheer hardcore tenacity of someone like Ava, who could take the worst offense and still come up for more a few seconds after. What she did have in her bag of tricks was her bag of tricks and her skills in taking opportunities. So she fought where could, rolling up foes, striking those who were already down. But it was as if she was fighting the inevitable progress time itself. Yet she fought on. That was...until she ran into Mount Duna. The Beach Bitch was inevitable and quite literally punched Steeli's lights out with a knuckle sandwich to the side of the head.
When the ringing stopped, Steeli was looking up at the lights, and to her unfamiliar music blaring from the speakers.
"And...our...eeeeew.....hampion!" the annoucer yelled out as Duna was handed the title.
Surely that couldn't be it, right. There had to be some mistake. Steeli wouldn't just lose like that, and from the sound of it, be the one pinned?
As anger flared up, Steeli wanted to get up, pick a fight with Duna. Steel the title perhaps. But as she rolled to the side, she made eye contact with the the now former champion, Priscilla Divine...
And just like that, the hatred left her body, replaced with a healthy dose of mirth and schadenfreude. Keeping eyecontact with Priscilla Steeli began to laugh, heartily. A laugh that didn't stop even as she rolled out of the ring and began to limp her way up the ring. Losing the match sucked. But to see Priscilla's face, her hopes and dreams shattered right there on the canvas made the sting just oh so much more bearable.
