>>9524364It takes a moment for Holly to register that the number-one contender, well former number-one contender, has spoken to her. Holly's head swims for a bit, as the world's shittest rum addles her brain (Bundy is shoot terrible), before reality finally settles in.
She looks at the senior wrestler, unsure whether to feel pride swell in her at the compliment or to tell the woman to get lost. She'd lost. Holly hadn't. Omega may have been something, once, 10 years ago in Japan, but she'd been taken out by a gimmicky midget. Holly had dispatched a gimmicky midget herself. Still... years of respect were hard to undo.
Holly's face is blank as she nods.
>Shame about the main event.The response is slurred before she stumbles into the night. Regardless of hangover or of win, she still has to train. Still has to get better. She *will* be the future of the company.
