Heavy sobbing could be heard backstage in the arena from the empty locker room late in the night. Angie sat alone on a bench surrounded by empty cubbies where the nights performers had taken their outfits to go home for the evening, but Angie was still sat wearing hers. Although torn off and discarded during
her first match against Louise; it was the only clothing she had available. She felt like a complete wreck, a total loser and idiot for even being here. The pink heart on her underwear that she once thought looked cute~ now acted as a symbol of her shame, her pathetic body exposed for an entire arena of people to see. This was the worst night of her life.
She couldn't maintain the dignity to hide her emotions, the tears just kept flowing every time she recalled that she was locked into this, a iron-clad contract and ever growing schedule of matches were in her immediate future and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't even tell at points what stung more; The pain of being put through that match or the emotional distress she had to endure every second she stayed here.
"I'm... Just a professional loser..."
She continued to weep alone, not even feeling safe to leave the arena. She may as well just live here now, this was her life apparently.