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Oh carai! Deu meu! I am late!", the blonde catalonian beauty Nico Cardona shouted in panic as she ran down the hallyways of LAW Backstage.
After a long night of streaming old episodes of the Simpsons again, she decided that a little Bond Movie could'nt hurt too and suddenly it was 8 am.
Not to worry, her match was scheduled for the evening, plenty of time to eat, warm up, and giving another stellar performance like she did in her match against that weirdo Tanner.^
Only that she forgot to set the alarm and awakened fifteen minutes before the match!
Even if she was in a hurry, she still grinned at how her first Cup Match went down. With a glorious victory and her butt on Tanners face...
She chuckled but shook her head, now was not the time to get careless!
She was up against Teuila and as far was she had heard, her Lioness Colleague was Samoan. And Samoans were strong.
Nico did''nt know what to expect from the upcoming match but she would give her best performance as always...also...Tanner beat Teuila.
And Nico beat Tanner...maybe she could capitalize on that?
She looked at her phone and screamed.
She was 5 Minutes overdue!
Turning up the speed, the athlethic striker ran up to gorilla position and strictly passed the judging looks of the stagehands as she shot out into the arena to a booing crowd.
Nico gulped and wanted to sink into the floor, she knew she deserved every last boo thrown into her direction.
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Waaahahaaaa!", she screamed as she almost tripped, stumbled forward and stretched out her arms, touched the ground, did a flip, and landed on her feet again, the crowd bursting into cheers for her "stunt" which was just an accident, but her bodycontrol did'nt leave her, even if she was'nt quite awake yet.
Usually she would walk down the ramp, singing the "Cant de Barca" and doing fancy ball tricks but now she was in a hurry, had her ball under her arm and jumped up the canvas with both feet, over the ropes and into the ring.
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Huh...hah...hah...hah..hah..."
She panted and put her hands on her thighs while trying to get air into her lungs again.
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Just...just...just...a second...", she said and raised her indexfinger while leaning on the ropes.
The ref tapped his foot and looked at her wristwatch.
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Cardona-san you already are ten minutes late. Could we please start?"
Nico huffed and swallowed the last breaths of air.
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Si, Si, es clar!", she said and hopped up an down on the spot before taking her football, raising her right leg and shot it into the crowd, her usual greeting and gift for a fan with an autograph and a lipstick sign from Nico.
She looked at Teuila and gulped as they met in the middle of the ring.
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Oh, Teuila...I am so, so, sorry!", she said and hugged her out of the blue.
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I did'nt mean too come late! I am so sorry! Ets un idiota, Nico!", she said and hugged her opponent tight.
That was Nico, loud, emotional and always with her head in the clouds, but still a capable fighter.
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Aah...Cardona-san, can we start?"
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Sniff...what? Ah, si, si! We can!"
"
Uh, Cardona-San?"
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Huh?"
The ref pointed to his eyes and Nico squealed.
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Uwah! Gràcies, gràcies, gràcies àrbitre!", she said in a haste and put off her glasses, gave them to the referee who put them away, shaking her head.
Nico turned to Teuila and bowed.
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Uhm, lets have a good match! I won't hold back, mi amic!", she said and already called Teuila a friend. And why not, the samoan Girl seemed nice enough...hopefully...