>>10385121Holly wipes blood from her brow. La Hija de Mighty Milf gave as good as she got, and a few of those hits had been hard. More than a few times, she'd felt the fight slip away from her, her energy drained by the luchador's submissions and powerbombs. But she'd fought back, she'd clawed and struggled and in the end, it was her music that was playing.
>Shit...She chuckles and wipes the mix of blood and sweat off on her pants
>Maybe I was wrong, you've got some fire in you, I'll give you that.>Do I like the way you've gone about establishing yourself in the WWA?>No, of course not.>The fact you can actually go in the ring doesn't mean you 'aint resting on the laurels of your mumma, grandmumma and your buddy.>But.She pauses
>You can go in the ring. >No denying you've got the talent. Guess we just have to see if you've got the drive. >Me? I've got both.Holly stops and thinks for a moment, debating whether to offer a handshake to her opponent. She mimes as if she is about to, but clenches it into a fist and grabs her jacket instead. She hops the barricade and exits. Holding a single hand up as she does so.
Five fingers extended.
