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After her last match, Louise is beginning to ponder how so much could have happened in only one month. She sits anxiously on her locker room bench, questioning if she even cares for if she wins or loses. At the end of the day, she's getting more money than she even knows what to do with. Of course, she'll still try, but the idea of victory has lost all meaning to her. Defeat never seems to deter her fans, though they probably only stay because of her beauty alone. Moreover, at this rate, winning the championship seemed impossible with her current accolades in the ring.
Earlier, she had surfed a few online forums for opinions on her performance to be greeted with loads of horrendous comments, mentioning how she was a weak face, bordering on jobber territory, and maybe they were right. She theorizes that they only really labeled her a face because she happened to be socially awkward and insanely attractive. Two factors that tend to fall into that category of a passive flower-girl with little backbone or strength to bear. Then again, seems she's proved that to be wrong after her last few matches. She felt like a heel, despite having a wide fanbase, divided by people that wanted her to be one thing or another.
Although, she wasn't stooped low enough to have her personality flow with public perception. She was a heel now. Maybe not to the wider public, but always to herself, and that was what mattered. Her brother shouldn't affect the way she lives her life. She's not his mother, she doesn't need to be. She's her own woman that can sexualize herself and throw her body out there to her desire. Well, she did dial back on her new attire, however.
Her last opponent taught her enough to accept that she didn't need to sexualize herself to feel confident in the ring, because all-in-all, her true power comes from her everything as a whole. Every fiber of her being was that of a divine deity; one with no need to impress others or feel more comfortable in her passion.
She smiled despite her last match, walking towards the ring, her usual theme music playing as the crowd cheered her name. The name belonging to a two-time loser; not that she wanted to lose again though. She slowly entered the ring, awaiting her opponent. She hadn't researched who they were, since she tends to never do so, but she was interest to see which interesting fighter she'd have to go toe-to-toe with this time.
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