>>20150389>[Omega dives off the top into the arms of Dia Mond, and -- holy shit, was that three?]Beera was right there, and Kelly jumps to her feet, presuming the match is set to continue, but the bell rings and her music plays, and Omega can't help but laugh. It's not intended as a malicious laugh, but she points at the ring mat and giggles uncontrollably. She turns to her partner, Curry Girl -- well, not quite. But having never wrestled with or against Momma Vindaloo, Omega herself barely sees a difference. Once Omega and Mimi Cue have finished celebrating, Omega turns to look at Dia Mond. Behind her, in the blink of an eye Mimi Cue is in the crowd and has transformed to an unassuming shape, lost in the audience. Omega extends her hand for a handshake, first to Dia Mond.
"Well, well, well. The Dia Mond crumbled under pressure from THE BEST DAMN WRESTLER IN THIS COMPANY... but, goddess above, that was tough. That counter from the No Wanged Angel was slick. Well done, and... I won't forget it. I know I got lucky, you don't have to tell me."
>[Then to Beera.]"And Beera, huh? First time we've met, but I know someone who thinks highly of you. I know we didn't face off much here, but... well, time and place, kid. I'm not hard to find."
But before Omega has even left the ring, the realisation sets in that her next match is a big one, possibly the biggest match of her career here in the WWA. Against someone who has been in her periphery for far too long; someone who has needed a knee to the face for far too long. Not to mention her vain, arrogant and far too egotistical partner. Preparations will be required.
