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So many beautiful lights, like the myriad stars in the night sky.
There's none of the peace and tranquility one commonly associates with the night though.
The Mighty Milf chants are deafening.
It takes Masala a moment to process what has happened; she's lost what was to be her glorious debut and made a tremendous ass of herself in the process.
Mighty Milf proffers a hand in a show of sympathy and sportsmanship, but Masala slaps it away and takes off for the back.
When the tears come she doesn't want the crowd in the arena to see them.
Unfortunately there's still the post match interview.
>Hugh Mann: What an exciting debut! And against such an incredible opponent, your parents must be very proud
>Masala: *sniffle* Th-That didn't count! I-It was j-just an unsanctioned exhibition match!
>Hugh: I'm getting word from Spaghetti Dog himself that it WAS an officially sanctioned match and now your record is now zero and one
>Masala: You're lying! Masala's record and her honour are spotless! She hasn't even had a real match yet!
>Hugh: Well if you say so.
>Masala: My mommy and daddy will say so and they're the only ones who matter!
>Hugh: Speaking of your parents, I think we all expected you to come out here and be mostly Zunigoth with a little bit of Curry Girl mixed in, but instead we got Barry Horowitz and the Brooklyn Brawler, are you headed back to the dojo?
With that last biting comment Masala can no longer hold in her sobs, her eyes become fountains.
>Hugh: Hey, before you go, could I have yo-
The camera man holds out three fingers and whispers something in Hugh's ear causing the lothario of the locker room's eyes to go wide.
>Hugh: Haha, n-never mind...
