>>10558373"And..." Holly bites on her lip, "And Omega?"
"Huh? Oh, Omega? She's a good worker..." The executive trails off, "Can probably keep feeding her to champs, maybe Tomboy Girl if she ever comes back." He shrugs, disinterested.
Holly blinks, struggling to find the words to respond to that. Omega was a legend, an OG from NJPW, a former champion, a three-time main-eventer, and she'd been dismissed out of hand by this crotchety old pencil-pusher. She opens her mouth to interject, but struggles to bring herself to do so. Why should she? Omega had abandoned her in some stupid pursuit of tag glory, she'd thrown away her own future to play at being just another relic and lower-mid-carder. Holly had said it, the executives had obviously seen it, why then did she feel so heartbroken at hearing someone else say it?
"I- uh- yeah-" Holly mutters under her breath, but the man isn't listening. He browses his phone for a couple more seconds, shrugs, then leaves Holly without a word.
The blonde spies Omega as she returns to the locker room, the sound of Divine's music still echoing throughout the arena. But she does not bring herself to approach, instead she turns her attention back to herself. Trust in the process, huh? Be a star? It would be so easy to just go with the flow, to sell her merch and to play the part of the slightly-edgy babyface...
