>>10172747Elsewhere. Backstage.
Holly sits down in the locker room, wrapping her hands with tape. She rolls her neck, getting a satisfying pop. She grins, blanches slightly, then forces the smug grin to return to her face. Winter Girl is an unknown, an OG with a huge following. Holly, in spite of her big mouth, is a mark for the business, the type of girl who trains her ass off before matches, studies tapes, prepares a strategy. Fighting someone newly returned isn't something she can prep for. Where Winter Girl has been, what she can do... there are too many unknowns. Chaos isn't the sort of thing that Holly can control, it's why she could never get the hang of tag matches or any kind of multi-woman contest, and that scares the shit out of her. Winter Girl, with her hot cocoa and uwu fuwa fuwa presentation, is a chaotic element. She shakes her wrists, gets to her feet, and readies herself.
A Final Pre-Match Vignette.
>You want an apology? Just to Stacey?>What about Samantha? Winter Girl, are they so interchangeable you combined them both into one girl in your mind?>Hell, you and Black Winter have more separating you than they do>...>I shouldn't keep bringing them into this. Anyone else. Tonight, there are just two women in the ring.>Me, the future, in spite of it all.>You, the past, because of it all.>Best of luck, and may the best woman win. I intend to. 