Old Foes, Old Flames (For Hitman)

[Underdoggo]

Damn, that had been a good match.

Erika strode into the locker room, with the slow and steady pace of someone who has just been through a ringer. Her breath still felt a little hoarse, her body was sore from numerous slams and direct hits, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat...but despite everything, she was smiling. Not because she had won, oh no: she had lost that match. But it had been a fun, hard fought match against an opponent who refused to give up. That, in her book, was almost as good as a win. The fact that Aizen Yuzuriha had been a stand-up guy instead of some sexist heel had made the match that much better.

Plus, the fans had loved it. That was an important factor in and of itself.

Sitting down on the bench, she reached into a locker and pulled out her towel and water bottle. Taped to the back of her locker were numerous photos, both of her friends and family back home, and also of herself in all the leagues she'd been in prior to this one. Fellow wrestlers, one and all, friends and foes alike, all posing with her for the camera in backstage photos or official promo picks.

She looked back at those old indy photos. She missed some of those wrestlers more than others, admittedly, but a part of her still missed them, all the same.

She took a swig of her water bottle. Where were some of her friends from the old leagues right now, she wondered? Had they moved on, as she had? Damn, she wish she had bothered to write to some of them, or at least add them on social media...though admittedly she had not touched her Facebook or Instagram profiles in forever....