Sitting in the common area's plump couch, resting cheek on knee of folded leg, the other rested properly over the cushion, a phone in hand laid on her thigh.
Sole eye of Emiko glumly read the WWFG's news of her lifetime ban of WWFG Championships. She peered up at the entering of her eighteen year old self.
In walks the young dos blue eyed, alternate universe bombshell, dressed in white business suit Miss E 2019, with duffel bag in hand.
Stepping up to Sone, halting nearly toe to toe, at a foot's distance. Disapproval etched into her face, she dropped the bag in lap of her twelve years older self.
"Here, dear 'sister'. You're billed for a match, that provides nothing. Though I appreciate my change of name, no longer Scrub, thanks to your attempt at motivation.
Due to your bang up job, once again, taking on too much, muddling your mind, that Champ Drako took to easily washing you away in mere words..
And now you've lost everything you worked for. Hopes of the Victress belt you've created, to become a WWFG title for the women in WWFG. Gone.
More than likely, you've already removed yourself from Stupid Squad?" Emiko sulkingly nodded to her unblemished past self, as she unzipped the duffle.
Scowl of repulse stung down at Sone with mean mugging eyes! "Don't give me that pathetic look. You had a chance at leverage.
All that data of WWFG championship history and you squandered it. Maybe lift the ban, lessen it, could've bartered a deal to make Victress the new Women's Championship.
Anything. No, you had to just give it away, as if the boss, this business had a heart. You told me yourself not to trust him and you do the opposite..
How can you be this stupid, this.. soft?" Her blue eyes rolled up in a huff.
Dispiritedly listening to criticism further cracking down on an already crestfallen Sone, yet her eye gazed into the bag.
"Emily.. a mask.. you're wearing my suit.. why are you going through my stuff?"
Perturbed, Emily retorted with a, "Excuse me?" A peeved look of feign surprise lit up Emily's eyes. "Where's my 'Thank you, Emily.'?
'Thank you, for knowing what loyalty is to yourself.' Can I get that? Despite you damaging all your credibility, by getting close to the wrong person.. a snake."
Giving a conceding sigh, Emiko lifted her eye in facing Emily. "Thank you.. Emily Love, for sticking by me and stepping up.." Sone paused, seeking more appeasing words of appreciation.
"Trying to salvage and rebuild from what's left of me.. but I just don't see a future here anymore." Her ambition flatlining.
Glaring lowly at the downcast Emiko and donning a frown in crossed arms. "Even so. You haven't heard from Power yet, and whatever that girl you're with, says."
Emiko dropped her eye back down at the gear, her bag held, that laid on lap. "Bewty Blue." She spoke solemnly.
"Yes, the blue haired, razzle dazzle girl." Love stated, in dismissive response, while turning away.
"Your past has massacred your trust in men, I get it. Now get changed and unleash, what you locked away."
