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Another day in therapy.
>Therapist: Alright, Miss Salgado, we've gone over your issues regarding race, your illogical sentiments towards the African American community being represented by a woman in tribal paint and gear, and your... run-ins with the Mexican Cartels?
>Misquita: Si. Plenty of run-eens when I was training. Even got to wrestle for a Cartel boss's cumpleaños. Birthday.
>Therapist: I see... and this is where you picked up these habits?
>Misquita: Correcta. Those drug-runner guys, they know how to throw parties! And they let me test out some guns before on--
>Therapist: Enough, enough, please.
>Misquita: Sorry. I mean, they were Haitian and all.
>Therapist: This is what I'm talking about, Miss Salgado! You cannot have a lack of empathy for other human beings!
>Misquita: Look, doctor, I've told you how I grew up, how I learned to be a luchadora, all that stuff with the Cartels... Just cut your signature on the form and let me head back into the ring, aight?
>Therapist: Not until you acknowledge your mistakes.
A long sigh left La Amenaza Naranja, throwing her hands up in a surrendering shrug.
>Misquita: Fiiiiiine. I'll apologize to Nefertiti in person for almost calling her a slur.
>Therapist: Good. See? The first step is admitting your mistakes, and reaching a peaceful discourse.
>Misquita: Just sign the damned paper, idiota.
>Therapist: I'll expect to hear a response back, soon!
And with that, La Misquita was back at the next WWA show on commentary, as though nothing had happened. She was, however, awkwardly looking around for any signs of Nefertiti throughout the broadcast.