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After the number one contender's match, an exhausted, sweaty, and obviously pissed-off Duna is seen stomping down the arena's hallway, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder as she heads toward the building's exit.
>Miss Sands! Miss Sands! Hey Duna! Can we get a word with you about your match?
>How does it feel to have lost your shot at the title? You talked a big game going into this match, so how does it feel to have not even taken a single fall off of Kuro to--ACK!
Before the interviewer can finish her question, Duna's hands are at her shoulders. Without a moment's hesitation, the Beach Bitch sling her around, slamming her body up against the wall and watching her slump to the floor afterward, before turning away and continuing to make her exit.
A few minutes later, a familiar purple car is seen speeding off into the night away from the arena...
