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No sooner does the referee count to 3 than a mysterious cloaked figure materializes by the apron and hands Little Beaver an ornate dagger.
Kelly stands stoically in the middle of the ring, seemingly prepared for what’s to come.
Little Beaver is taken aback, she did not expect a pale face, especially an Angel, to embrace destiny with such bravery.
For a moment their eyes meet; Little Beaver sees not anger, not shame, but instead a profound sadness. A sadness she cannot begin to fathom.
Beaver grabs Kelly by her beautiful raven locks and traces the tip of her blade across the defeated wrestler’s hairline…
In one deft manoeuvre lops off Kelly’s hair at the shoulder.
>The Oppai never take more than is necessary
>Kelly is humbled, she not need to be scalped
>Remember this day, Kelly
>Remember humility
>Remember mercy
>Walk not in the footsteps of the Angels, forge your own path
Little Beaver fishes a video cassette out of her medicine bag and replaces it with Kelly’s shorn locks
>Here, magic box not meant for Little Beaver
>Strong medicine, but bad medicine
>Make spirits tremble
>Take care
As Little Beaver exits the ring she turns and smiles at Kelly.
The sadness is still there.
Little Beaver is suddenly struck with the realization that she never needed to teach Kelly the pain of the Oppai.
