Claira St. Sure had been in the shower for so long that Diane Parker was beginning to worry that she was trying to drown herself.  In fact, the only reassurance she had that Claira was still alive was the occasional bit of invective loud enough to be heard over the water.

The lights were all up in the arena, roadies and tech crew rolling up wires and stacking piles of pipes, and the ring had been chopped down to wooden planks lying across a frame.  Somewhere in the arena a bass drum pounded – the Team Danger afterparty hadn’t started winding down yet.  Most of the other wrestlers had already disappeared, probably the Team Danger afterparty, and most of the other wrestlers had disappeared.

She and Claira had been just about to leave, too, when they saw Dan Ryan walking out of the building, the FIST of Defiance title belt that Claira had been so proud to hold dangling from his hand, the longer side of the strap dragging on the floor.

Claira had sworn, in French no less, thrown her stuff at the wall, and disappeared back into the locker rooms.

And now Diane was sitting there, her butt on her gym bag and her bag on the floor, watching an electric clock hanging from the ceiling tick the minutes away.  It was well after 1 a.m., closer to 2.  

“You’re here late.”

The deep male voice startled Diane, and she looked up to see Wyatt Bronson standing there.

“Yeah, I’m waiting on Claira to get done in there so we can go get some sleep and then go home for a little bit.”

Wyatt nodded, and cracked a half smile as a particularly loud ‘fuck’ echoed from the showers.

“She’s not taking losing the FIST so well, is she?”

“Pfeh.  Not even a little bit.”  Diane sighed.  “She feels like she should’ve been able to beat Dan Ryan.”

“Yeah. About that…” Wyatt pushed his hat back on his head.  “She probably could, some of the time.  Tonight weren’t one of them, though.  Anyway, Mr. Dane asked me to pass a message to you, taking care to note he doesn’t want to be bothered about it until the next DefTV lineup goes up, even if you don’t like it.”

“That doesn’t sound good…”

“Says that until further notice, Tres Brujas are going to be working primarily as a trios team.  He wants Claira talking more, you wrestling more, and Lisa doing something to earn her paycheck. No FIST title rematch in the cards.”

If it were only for Claira’s sake, Diane would’ve been furious.  She was a wrestler, though, ended a 5 year relationship with Jack Cassidy and had a falling out with her parents over her wrestling career, and she couldn’t quite…

Well, she couldn’t be anything other than happy to learn that she was going to get to wrestle.

Even if she was going to have to worry about dragging Lisa Loeh around in the matches…

“I gotta go, D, Eric’s expecting me back.  Tell Claira gimme a call if she needs someone to yell at.”

Wyatt Bronson walked off down the hall.

The water was still running in the shower.

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