Bully meets her ex ( Dawn and Iris )

Dawn O'Finn and Iris were once close but the thing they always fought over was the fact that Iris was a bully, Dawn didn't like that and that was the reason for the break up, even after breaking up with the Italian and Greek women Dawn couldn't stop thinking about her, it was most certainly the best year she had and she would always remember the fun they had. Well recently Dawn O'Finn had sign a contract with a promotion in Japan called AFW and was walking backstage.
" This place is nice so far, I wonder if it's possible to run into anyone from my past? Probably not."
Dawn thought to herself and bumped into someone.

" Iriseiana. "
Dawn said looking down, she could never forget her voice, her heavy accent was easy to tell.
" Don't call me that, we're not together anymore. You're the reason why we broke up in case you forgot. "
Dawn said looking down at the clearly drunk woman.

"Huh? Have we met beforeee?" Iris groaned, placing a hand over her own head. She was pretty bewildered by the woman's comment, wondering if she had met her during her days as a sex worker.

" Oh so you forgot about our time together in highschool.... that's cool I guess you probably never liked me to begin with. "
Dawn couldn't explain to herself why she felt so hurt, they haven't been together for years now why did she feel hurt over her ex forgetting about her while drunk? She still did have a soft spot for Iris but she didn't still love Iris right? What if she did? No that couldn't be true... but maybe it was

Iris tilted her head in confusion, not too sure what to say to the frankly, overdramatic woman. She felt a bit uncomfortable at her assumptions of her, but she still tried to stay supportive of the sweet-looking girl, patting her head, and responding, "I don't remember you, *hick* but you sure do seem pretty sweet!"

" Does the name DAWN O'FINN RING A BELL!! "
Dawn yelled at Iris for the first time in a long time as they haven't talked ever since they were 17.

Iris looked at her silently, processing the name through every corner of her mind. She eventually let out a loud, howling gasp, realizing who the woman was. Her face burned a bright red, surprised to see her ex after almost a quinquennial period had passed. In fact, it was strange how Dawn even recognized her after getting her piercings and what people nowadays would consider a "glow-up."
The purple-haired harlot hadn't even been in contact with her former lover ever since the incident with Yona. She held her head, the memories beginning to flood in; a bloodied Yona laying unconscious beneath her. Iris had bullied Yona for most of the academic years together, but one day, she snapped and tried to finally fight back. The brunette put up a good fight, but then.. She remembered. She grabbed a nearby shovel and... It made no sense. Yona was still alive and was now one of her closest allies. She had cracked her head open, but now she was a famous wrestler. It made no sense, but either way, she chalked it up to her drunken state. She most likely wasn't piecing together her childhood memories correctly.
She put up a weary smile, having practically forgotten what she was doing. Iris, all of a sudden, burst into laughter. It was more or less a coping mechanism unlike any other, but it was hers. "Dawnyyy! It's great to see you again!! Wanna head to my room so we catch up!?"

"Iris you're drunk... God what happened to you, you use to be star athlete and now you're a drunk, and don't call me that, it's Dawn. "
Dawn tried to forget about that day, that was the first time she was worried about one of Iris's victims, usually Iris would just mess with them and if she did fight she would back away before getting to brutal, no matter what she would always remember her yelling at Iris as Yona was rushed to the hospital, Dawn was very surprised when it turned out Yona didn't have any permanent brain damage, she would move back to Ireland soon after the only person she stayed somewhat in contact with was Yona as she was worried about her but Yona ended up cutting contact with Dawn by end of the next year.

Iris looked down at her emptied bottle, beginning to feel ashamed by what she's become. She tried to keep up her smile, but her lips began to soften, reality being to hit the purple-haired harlot like a truck. She never really put her life into perspective until that very moment. Iris hadn't been doing much outside of stripping before Hazel came back into her life. At first, she had been confused, wondering why someone she bullied in high school would want anything to do with her, until she brought up Yona. Hazel showed her how much Yona had grown, under this new alias, "Louise Heisenberg," and that's when she saw what her former classmate saw. Yona had made it big, and being associated with her could benefit the both of them. As far as she knew, Hazel hadn't been doing much with her life either, working as a small-time idol.
Iris covered her belly with her arms, beginning to feel somewhat weird around her ex-girlfriend. She didn't really know what to say to her, remembering how she broke up with her because she just couldn't stop bullying people. Well, she didn't exactly bully people for shits and giggles, she just wanted to feel powerful, just like she hoped she could now. She didn't talk about it much, but she remembered her father being abusive towards her when she was younger. She didn't want it to be something that dictated her life, but it seemed like it truly did. That was something she could drink to, and she did. She placed the half-drunken bottle on her lips, gulping down the rest of the liquor.
Though, on the topic of Yona, she wondered how she was doing in her match against Raven. The black-haired tomboy appeared to be tough. In a way, she emanated a similar aura that Yona had. In a way, she feared for her teammate's safety, but knew there was no possible way Yona could lose. After all, she was THE Yona Giovanni—Louise Heisenberg—The Graceful Undead. The drunkard could guess the two had history with each other, but she didn't try to dig in any further, unlike Phoebe and Hazel. If she could survive getting a shovel to the head, she surely could handle some random nobody with a sharp tongue.