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>[Word reaches the ears of Kelly Omega that a tournament is in the works. Some sort of bullshit gauntlet put together by Priscilla Divine to ensure her challenger is too tired and injured to give her a real fight. It’s clever. Something Omega herself probably would have done, back in the day. But now, something about it feels... wrong.]
“I’d be a fool not to enter it. Has anyone else even declared? If I’m first, maybe no one else will want to -- no, that’s dumb. If I’m first, everyone will know they’ve got one fewer real opponents to worry about. I’ve barely recovered from the Chamber. Priscilla knows she won’t have to face anyone for at least -- 16 people, that’s four rounds, maybe one round a week -- a month? Two weeks at a minimum she gets to be waited on hand and foot by those maids. Someone needs to teach her a lesson -- in a singles match, maybe I would -- will Holly enter -- but I’d have to get to the final -- can I make it through an iron waifu, or a cage?”
“Well shit, I’ve gotta try, don’t I?”
>[It’s a bold statement, and very strong wishful thinking, but Kelly Omega sends off a simple text to Thea Thority:]
PUT ME IN THE TOURNAMENT
...
>[A few moments later, she shoots off another.]
If there’s space
