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Vita Frickin Valenteen · (08-18-2022)

Vita returned to her hotel in the early hours before dawn. She had a large black garbage sack draped over her shoulder. It looked heavy and was slowly dripping blood out of a small pinhole on the bottom. Vita should have bought Hefty, but the corner store only had some cheap foreign brand for twice the price of the name!

Yes, it had been a long night of vampire rodent hunting for Vita. She needed the blood to recover from the beating handed to her by the nefarious "No Good Bastards" earlier that night. Drinking rat blood is about as BLEH as you would imagine, but she was totally willing to suck a thousand rats dry if that's what it took for her to get The Bastards in the ring.

Vita stuffed the trash bag into her fridge. She sighed as a big fat rat carcus fell out of the bag and onto the floor. Vita picked it up without any of the usual reservations that one might have in such a situation and stuffed it back into the bag.

"I'll give you guys a proper burial tomorrow. Unfortunately, I don't have time today. The night isn't long for this world."

Vita closed the refrigerator door and let out a heavy sigh. It's not often that winning feels this bad. Less because of the attack that went down post match, and more because Vita didn't even see it coming. BOB was originally created to derail her career, and while that directive may have ended with the death of Miss Fury, Vita's dealings with the men who still fly that flag have been plenty. She knows them, and how to beat them. All of them.

Vita climbs into her coffin. The one thought that has remained on her mind all night echoes even now. It was her carelessness that endangered her friend again. It was bad enough that she had rushed headfirst into a botched mission to take down The Fat Cat of Crime that needlessly put Dolly in danger, but to do it again on Warfare?

Vita had taken Sar's lessons to heart and used them to win the Plump Pigeon Tournament, but there was no denying that she had lost focus leading into tonight. She had allowed herself to become too enamoured with The Midnight Dolls becoming a reality, and she allowed her guard to drop on account of it.

As the earliest rays of sun began to creep in through the windows, Vita pulled the lid of her coffin closed with a new thought on her mind.

"Next Warfare..."

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