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“Fight me, Tsuki!” I scream. “Are you a coward?!”
“Why?” Tsuki sighs. “I’ve already accomplished my goal here. You are now no threat to Kazama-san’s plans.”
“You’re wrong there, too!” Rose says. “Even injured, she’s still a threat to whatever your master has planned. Ohio will see Nacha’s fighting spirit and rally behind her against you!”
“My leg is hurt, but my fighting spirit still burns!” I shout. “Fight me, Tsuki, and you will feel it!”
“Did you not hear me?” Tsuki says. “I have nothing to gain from wrestling a masked jester.”
“It will be an Inferno Match!” I spit back at her. “We will settle this in flames!”
“Do you take me for a fool? There is nothing to settle. An Inferno Match is such vapid theater to glamorize the silly dumpster fire that you are, Ignacia. No, if we are to wrestle, it will be an Evening Gown Match. Otherwise, I see no reason to continue to humor you.”
“We haven’t done an Evening Gown Match in our company,” Rose whispers. “Trisha’s dad said he would let us have one if it was an emergency... It’s an option, if there’s no other way.”
Is this an emergency? No. I can stay true to my art without giving in!
“No!” I object to Tsuki. “I won’t fall for your tricks. Accept my challenge! You can not run, Tsuki!”
“Actually, I can, which is more than you can say right now.”
“You can’t just ignore Nacha,” Rose calls out. “What happened to your sense of Japanese honor? Everyone in Ohio will see you and the WAN to be cowards!”
“How droll,” Tsuki says. “Yes, I’m sure Ohio cares so much about of honor, justice and… whatever this fat man’s cause is.”
“Ice cream!” Jimmy says helpfully.
“Honor, justice and ice cream,” Tsuki scoffs. “Nacha, you are a joke to these Americans. No one here will ever take you or Lucha Libre seriously. You are the queen of empty seats and silence. Go home.”
Tsuki turns away.
My anger ignites into white-hot rage. I don’t care what it takes to get my hands on her. I need it more than I need air. And when I do…
I’m going to snap this bitch like a bamboo shoot.
“You want a match with cheers and screaming?!” I shout. “Then fine! I accept!”
“Very well,” Tsuki smiles. “We will settle this one month from now, when Kazama-san arrives to grace us with his presence.”
Tsuki fades into the evening, and I’m left quivering in barely-contained rage. I’ve crossed a line. I accepted the match in the moment, and it felt like the right decision a few seconds ago when Tsuki was saying those horrible things about how my matches will never be liked, and Rose said it was an emergency tool to be used when needed…
Trisha’s dad, Mr. Harding, will support the match. Rose will support me no matter what. I might need to explain things to Trisha, but she’ll support me too, especially if it’s something the fans will like.
But… how can I explain this to Coco? Am I still a Luchadora?
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