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"Well, kid, got the contract for ya right here. Another chance at the title... Don't worry too much about winning, people will be happy to just see you out there. Talk some shit, get some other girls over and do what you need to do."
Holly chews at the inside of her cheek, rendering the flesh tattered and broken. Her thoughts race back to the last pay-per-view, back to her loss, back to the sound of Priscilla's music, back to the embittered words of Omega as she made her way to the back.
The taste of iron fills her mouth, drawing her back to the present.
>Huh, sorry?
"The Heavyweight tournament, kid. You just have to sign the contract. We've got time for you to do it at the next show."
"Look, here," The documents are thrust into Holly's hands before she can react, leaving her standing in the back, flabbergasted and bewildered. Unsure of what to do with herself.
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