>>10601025Wordlessly, Duna led Bishamonta to the locker room. She entered, and upon spying a couple other low-card wrestlers in there...
>"Get the FUCK OUT of here!"...and chasing them off, she made sure the door was shut behind herself and the War Goddess, then sighed. She stepped to her locker, closing her eyes as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against it. She didn't want to do this, and it was taking every bit of strength she had to force herself to do it, but...
>"Alright. Here's the deal.">"I could whip the ass of every single woman that's going to be in this tournament myself. I know it. You know it. Priscilla knows it.">"But it's that last one that gets me. She's not stupid. She knows how much I want this. She knows how fired up I am.">"I don't trust her. Hell, I don't trust anyone, and I barely trust *you*. But...I ain't got a choice."She took a deep breath, hesitating as she gathered her next words.
>"Bitch has every single advantage right now, and she's got an army of flunkies to run interference for her."Another pause. She couldn't believe she was about to say what she was about to say.
>"Ain't no way she's going to let me get through this tournament, not in one piece, anyway.">"You...you've got my back, right...?" 