>>10200181Holly rolls to a sitting position and pants. She is exhausted, positively shattered from the match. But she is sitting, and her opponent is staring at the lights. She looks at Winter Girl as her music plays, before motioning to one of the officials to bring her a mic. He does so, and she relaxes into a seated position by the ropes, using it as support.
>WOO!>THAT'S WHAT I'M F-She pauses, looks at Winter Girl again, smirks then continues
>FUCKIN' TALKING ABOUT>I hope you enjoyed your warm welcome back to the world of the WWA, Winter Girl. But I implore you to make it a short one.Holly gets to her feet, gripping the microphone and continuing to monologue as she does so
>The days of your reign as intercontinental champion are done. The cold never bothered me anyway, and it just goes to show that when your blood runs hot... why, you can't be STOPPED>And I give it to ya, I do, you put me through the ringer.>I'm going to be hurting for days after that. You've still got it, it's just... well... I've got *more* of it>There're new stars- Holly catches herself, tuts under her breath and shakes her head with a wry chuckle
>Dios mio, let's not use *that* word. Stars?>There are new WRESTLERS in town and your time in the Hidden Winter Village clearly hasn't done you well.>I thank you for the match, I thank you for your hard work....>But I think it's time you head back there...>Because the simple truth of the matter is the Hidden Winter Clan just can't cut it against GOD'S GIFT 