The Plot Thickens

One could still hear the crowd cheering through the halls of the stadium, a peek crowd had paid tickets and they had sure gotten a show tonight. Enter Aphrodite, formerly known as Aisha Love holding an ice pack to her sore and bruised cheek. In fact the wrestler kicking off her boots and going for sandals to give a bit of relief to her tired feet had gone through yet another tiring battle sadly much to her dismay had not won her bout. Outfit in tatters along with her spirit, all she wanted to do was go back to her hotel and sleep the pain away. She wasn't sure what she would do after that, so much having changed about herself to go nowhere, a sad reality she'd have to face.

She spat on the locker room floor, copper taste leaving her mouth, a product of her rather puffy injured lip. She saw herself a goddess but to any actual onlooker that could see her she looked more the mess than anything else, "I'll get her.... next time....," she groaned, moving the ice pack to another spot, this time the top of her head upon her blonde hair.