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The Japanese woman paused mid-step, the kendo stick now resting in her hands. When she turned to face Anna Jay, the sense of dread the brunette had felt metamorphosized into fear. Since the start of AEW, Hikaru Shida was been one of the key cornerstones of the women's division. Despite some questionable booking, she'd remained a firm favorite with the fans, able to win them over through her hard-hitting matches and her undeniable passion. It had been jokingly said that someone could give Shida a broom and she'd be able to have a four-star match with it.
But after she'd lost the championship belt, much like Toni Storm, Shida had changed. Whereas Storm had spiraled into madness, invoking the spirit of starlets from cinema's golden age, Hikaru Shida had become ruthless. Her passion for wrestling was still evident, but it had turned into something much darker. Behind her eyes, a cold fury simmered. It was almost like she felt she wasn't respected, despite everything she'd done for AEW.
Shida's eyes narrowed, the corners of her lips compressing into tight lines. "I saw your rast match..."
