And...there went the spotlight. (Spoilers; Prysm)

[Penelope Lea]

Oh, can you feel the sunshine coming? Penelope wasn't sure, what happened? She was doing so well, almost as if she was directly on the offensive, doing kicks, punches, and neckbreaker variations, the match was seemingly going her way. She felt that rush of excitement the moment she walked past the arena curtains at the start, a feeling she hadn't felt since she lost the championship in the first place, but it was more. Her excitement grew the moment she turned her attention away from the fans and saw Prysm Ray pandering to their audience, taunting, playing the role of the glorious underdog, having finally achieved greatness. Behind that smile however was possibly depressed person, the championship nothing but a burden to her as she handed it to Rolf McCounterson Jr, the official for the match up. Irony, considering if he didn't exist, Penelope wouldn't have grown such strong feelings for Prysm, feelings she was finally growing comfortable with. Laying on the ring mat, looking skyward, Penelope could remember wishing she grew comfortable sooner, thinking that if she was just honest with herself from the get-go, Prysm may have enjoyed her title reign to its fullest. Penelope knew she enjoyed hers, was she just jealous over thought of Prysm loving her own? So much, she intentionally sabotaged it by distancing her feelings from Prysm?

Prysm Ray's theme music still echoing throughout the arena, Penelope raised her forearm and shielded her eyes, the arena spotlights' intensities growing stronger by the second. She couldn't get up, her head a throbbing mess since she took the Sonic Rainboom. The match should have ended there, it should have been over, but it felt like they were only in the match for five seconds, if Penelope had laid down for the count, Prysm would have certainly been furious. She didn't want that, she wanted to show Prysm the opposite, the driving force of Penelope Lea 2.0, a Penelope Lea that was finally willing to embrace Prysm's love. So she fought through it, despite the growing headache, Penelope tried to persevere. It wasn't about the Hellcats Championship anymore, it wasn't about becoming a two-time champion, it was about reminding Prysm Ray why she loved her, it was about trying to exceed her expectations, to make her joyous again. Hold, after hold, they continued to exchange, but Penelope could feel her head disliking it, wanting to shut down, wanting to a break. Images of other women on the roster flooded Penelope's mind as she laid on the mat, all of which worked harder than her, all of which showed more heart than her, and all of which sacrificed themselves more than she did. That last hip toss was an absolute killer, the added jump applying more impact to the back of her head as Prysm Ray slammed her onto the floor. It felt worse than the Sonic Rainboom, there was absolutely no cushion with the added leap as Penelope struggled to keep herself conscious. She could remember Prysm forcefully screaming at her, urging her to get back up, telling her that it was just a hip toss, but for some reason her body just wouldn't respond it, McCounterson's count growing higher and higher as she tried to collect herself. By the time she felt the strength to get back up, it was already too late.

It killed her, it absolutely destroyed Penelope knowing that she let Prysm Ray down, knowing that despite coming at ease with herself, she couldn't overcome her own shadow of a conceited human being. Waiting for Prysm's theme music to die down, waiting for Prysm to leave the ring, and head backstage, Penelope kept herself on the floor. Other women on this roster were experienced, they could take more hits, use weapons creatively, take bumps that she couldn't imagine herself taking, and still continue to wrestle another fifteen minutes. All it took was one Sonic Rainboom to destroy Penelope's flow, and halt all of her momentum. Kicking her legs like a child, she let out a spurt of frustration, the crowd definitely not loving it. Who was Penelope Lea to call herself a wrestler? Why was she so fragile? Why couldn't she satisfy Prysm's expectations? Theme music finally going away, Penelope was just left with the disapproval of their audience, all bellowing insult after insult as Penelope finally rolled herself out of the ring. A rush of dizziness almost forcing to fall onto her knees, Penelope tried to reevaluate her balance as she walked herself around the ring, and onto the entrance ramp. A chorus of boos echoed throughout the arena as finally she lost it, falling before reaching the entrance curtains, a group even chanting "Hip Toss." Putting on her best "heel" face, Penelope scurried back onto her feet and gave a her audience a snarling expression before disappearing behind the entrance curtains.

"How do I fix this?"

Unfortunately, before Penelope could even have the luxury to think of a plan, someone was waiting for her.

[Prysm Ray]

Calm down Dash... calm down. It's not that big of a deal.

Prysm paced back and forth right in front of the exit to the stage. She was waiting for Penelope. Her mind racing, the once seemingly antagonistic and abusive voice in her head, was now the voice of reason. As if the two had seemingly switched places due to Prysm's anger. Prysm had seemingly frightened off the people backstage who usually would congratulate her. She had put on a facade of joy to the crowd.... but it was nothing more. Now that she was backstage, away from the cheering crowd, she was absolutely furious. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Her anger growing the more she was left here to her own thoughts.

Hey, remember those lessons you took... breathe deeply, think about something that makes you happy. Muffins... we LOVE muffins, remember? The scent of the fresh Blueberry ones from Candy-Corner? How Ms. Caroline would save out a few just for us? Remember the good times Dash.

The voice was seemingly talking to a brick wall. The brick wall of course, referring to Prysm's rage. There was no calming her down right now, the disappointment and anger towards the woman that she cared about overwhelming her. Making her forget what she had been forced through when she took her anger management class years ago. Which was apart of her sentencing.

But her mind was nowhere near that stark white room, with the overly sensitive "counselor". No, her mind was on one moment. A simple hip toss. Then she wouldn't get up. She gave up.

WHY WOULD SHE GIVE UP LIKE THAT?!

She screamed out, wanting to hit something. But nothing was near that wouldn't injure her if she struck it with as much force as she wanted to. Then where would that leave her? A champion on the injured roster list, as if they needed anymore wrestlers on that list. Seemed to be growing exponentially, that was afterall, why disqualifications were on for that match just a few minutes ago. Then as her mind touched that, it sent her spiraling into that fit of anger again as she said bitterly, not screaming.

It was only... a hip toss.

That was what she had said to Penelope as she lay on the mat. That it was only a hip toss, that she needed to get up and continue. That the Penelope she knew wouldn't just give up after a simple hip toss. At first, it was Prysm telling her to get up. She told Penelope to keep on fighting. But as the count grew higher, and Penelope didn't look like she was even trying to get up. Prysm's anger started as she started to yell at Penelope, to get up.

Dash, please. Calm down. Lets go to your locker room, and cool off. This won't be as bad if we come with an outside point of view. Come on... you don't want to do this.

Prysm shook her head and for once, since her psych visits, actually responded to the voice out loud. Which probably made her look crazy.

No... we do this, now. I'm not giving her the chance to avoid me again. I'm just going to stand here, and wait for her.

Please Dash, just give her some space. You need some space too. You need to calm down, you don't want her to see you like this.

Shaking her head, Prysm just kept pacing. It wouldn't be long now until Penelope came through the curtain. The next match was going to start soon, so she had to vacate the ring. Clenching and unclenching her fists, to try and subconciously ease her anger, it wasn't working. Prysm had various methods to vent her anger but none were working with the sheer amount of it now. She was going to vent, at Penelope. Whether she wanted to or not. As that thought skipped through her had, she saw Penelope stumble through the curtains.

She wanted to talk to her peacefully, and ask her simple questions. But her mind was not working in conjunction with her heart right now, as she asked rather angrily and loudly at Penelope.

Hey, Penelope! Would you mind telling me what the HELL JUST HAPPENED OUT THERE?

The anger on her face and in her voice clearly showing. She didn't want to be this angry, but she just couldn't stop it, as she added finally.

What happened to TRYING?! Huh? That sure as hell didn't seem like you trying your best to you, DID IT?![/center][/color]

[Penelope Lea]

Penelope didn't expect it, but she surely felt like an idiot for not doing so. Of course Prysm Ray would have waited for her! Stalling for time, laying in the ring, hoping that doing so would smooth things over, did anything but. Prysm's voice was full of rage, full of the utmost disappointment, that lingering depression that loomed over her like a raining cloud burst into an uproar, lunging lightning bolts in Penelope's direction. Penelope was out of time, she couldn't stall anymore, she had let Prysm suffer for an entire month, and Penelope simply pulled the final straw with her performance tonight. Assuming she would have been able to leap over that hurdle, Penelope's lack of experience, lack of knowing her own limitations was the certain cause of Prysm's unhappiness. Even when Prysm masked it with a kiss, her actions saying that Penelope wasn't, the rage illuminating from Prysm's very core said otherwise. Her voice echoed, torturing the ears of Penelope Lea as her continuously growing headache wasn't feeling the cushion at all.

"What the hell happened out there? What happened to trying?"

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Penelope wasn't sure why she was repeating Prysm Ray, but for some reason the idea that Prysm's last kiss was a lie began to fuel her. The irony of their last kiss being on the same cheek that started the entire ordeal began to feel fabricated, as if these new feelings she now struggled to embrace were just part of an evil, conniving bigger picture to gain the Hellcats Championship. Perhaps the championship was just a constant reminder to Prysm Ray of the guilt she felt for playing Penelope. Perhaps the reason Penelope was the source of her unhappiness was because of how human she felt when confronted with them. Penelope wanted to fight such thoughts, but she had only been struggling with notion of liking Prysm Ray back for the last forty-five minutes, if not less.

"Maybe I didn't want to win. Did that thought ever cross your mind? We haven't had a conversation in nearly a month, what makes you so sure that you understand who I am?-OH, is it because of what happened in your car?"

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Penelope put on a cocky smirk, as took a step back, almost losing her balance while doing so. It was if she had no control over her mouth, being completely driven by her new assumptions. Penelope had always been comfortable with the idea of Prysm Ray being her destined rival, and that comfort was now the leading force in Penelope's actions. Giving Prysm Ray her best "evil" eye, Penelope held up a finger very matter-of-fact-ly before continuing.

"Allow me to set it straight. What happened was a mistake, I let my emotions get the best of me, and against my better judgment, acted upon them. That connection you thought we shared? That connection you thought we cherished? That chemistry you probably assumed we had? It's not there! ~POOF!~ We NEVER had it. Lets rewind and watch our previous matches, have we ever put on a five-star match-up? No! I either squashed you, or you squashed me, there was never an in-between. You're an idiot to ever think otherwise!"

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Hearing herself talking, Penelope was beginning to sound like "that" Penelope, and she didn't like it. She wanted this evening to be the dawn of a new form of herself, to be the beginning of something absolutely awesome between herself and Prysm Ray, but it was going in the completely opposite direction. Needing to stop herself, Penelope wanted to run away from the situation, but her wooziness was preventing her. Afraid to even take a step, Penelope stood her ground, and continued to allow her assumptions drive her communications.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I realized that the moment we shared was precious to you, it was easier to just ignore you for three weeks. EASIER. I figured you would eventually let it go, and we could live on the rest of our lives pretending it didn't happen. I felt guilty in that ring. GUILTY. I would have loved to kick your head off tonight and reclaim my championship, but I felt undeserving, by allowing you to keep the title, I had hoped to relieve myself of that guilt. Simple. As. That."

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Penelope instantly forced her mouth shut. She didn't mean a word of it, but why did allow herself to say it? In truth the Hellcats Championship was probably a constant reminder of Penelope to Prysm Ray. Having to hold the belt for three weeks while Penelope struggled to figure out her own feelings must be have been torturous for her, probably even more so than it was for Penelope. She needed to fix this, and she needed to fix it quick.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean th--"

Unfortunately, she was interrupted.

[Prysm Ray]

We...we never had it?

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Shaking her head at everything Penelope just said, Prysm couldn't believe a word of it. Every single word, seemingly an insult slung directly at the rainbow haired woman. The voice in her head, not trying to talk to her and calm her down, but struck at what Penelope said about there being nothing between them. Without that voice, there was nothing to hold Prysm back as she started in bitterly.

Really Penelope? Really? I thought we had gotten over this stage. You know, the stage where you LIED TO ME. Everything you just said? I can tell it's utter bullshit. But here, just to humor you I'll point out WHY it's such nonsense.

We...we never had it?[/i]

The inner Prysm was just caught up on that one line. It struck a chord with her, and just couldn't let it go. Was the last month all in vain? Should Prysm have just moved on, to make it easier on both of them? As her inner self starting to rummage over the ideas and confusions of her heart, Prysm was still bubbling with anger as she started out.

First off, I saw your face when you were saying all of that... you're not sorry in the slightest. Don't feed me that crap. I could see it clearly on your face, that you meant every single word of what you just said, even though most of it was clearly a lie. You're starting to spin your little lies again, and when I said I wanted the old Penelope, I didn't mean like this. I meant in the ring, and I wanted you to be confident again. I didn't want you to start lying through your teeth again.

Did we never have the spark? Was I just imagining things?[/i]

Wanting that constant chiming of doubt to stop, Prysm got angrier, not even at Penelope but at this whole situation. Running a hand through her multi-colored hair, she took a deep breath. Hoping to partially subside her anger, but to no avail as she continued on her rant.

Secondly, you claimed that you thought ignoring me would be easier.. Easier for WHO exactly? It sure as hell couldn't have been easy for you to CONSTANTLY avoid me, at every single turn. So that's clearly not the case. So you thought it'd be easier for me? You thought that by simply making me jump through hoop after hoop, just to see you again would be easier for me? You thought that not letting me talk with you about it, was easy for me? If you truly think that Penelope, maybe you're the idiot here. Not me.

No... Dash. You... you don't mean that. We did have a spark with her... You know it, I know it, She know sit. Don't push her too far. Please.[/i]

Hearing the voice finally chime in with something else other than self doubt, Prysm was irked even more. She wasn't done yet, she was going to tear apart every last thing that Penelope tried to just say. She was going to let no stone stay unturned. This was a side of Prysm that she never wanted anybody to see after her anger management. She thought she had it under-wraps.

Oh but wait. You claimed you didn't want to win. Right, because that's why you dressed up as a zombie, claiming that I KILLED YOU, when all I did was take this stupid, piece of worthless metal from you. Right, I gave you a chance to take this back. You could have, easily. It means NOTHING TO ME, Penelope. How many times do I have to say it? I see the way you look at this belt, like it's a detachment from who you are. I wanted to give you the chance to take it back, and I wanted you to earn it. But you gave up.

You gave up on me.

Dash, no. Don't do this. Stop this.


Taking a deep breath, trying one last time to calm down. She needed to calm down, this wasn't her. This was just some terrible nightmare, a relapse of the past Prysm of when she had anger issues. That's what she wanted to think, but she knew better as she came close to finishing off her tirade.

Alright, so you want me to believe that there's nothing between us. That I wasted all of my time chasing you, trying to get to talk to you, and trying to get a definitive answer from you. You state that there's nothing between us. Okay, I can believe it...

No... NO. DON'T SAY THAT. That's a LIE, you know how we feel about her, that can't just all be in your head. These feelings are genuine... you even felt what was behind that kiss in the car! W...what are you even saying right now?!

Shaking off that voice, Prysm took a step forward, the anger in her face still there, but not the main emotion anymore as she finished solemnly.

I can believe it, if.... you can tell me, straight to my face. That you, Penelope, honestly don't care about me. If you can do that... I'll walk away, and we'll never talk again, it'll be like I never existed to you. So come on, all great and powerful Penelope, tell me how you really feel.[/center]
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[Penelope Lea]

Penelope Lea's futile efforts to further distance herself from Prysm Ray was a failure. A last ditch effort. She would be an idiot she continued to stir the put of her fabricated lies, lies which she hoped hid with insignificant truths. While it was true that their matches lacked a competitors' chemistry, their moments outside the squared circle more than made up for it. Penelope was an absolute fool to try and spin it differently, she felt it, Prysm felt it, and the driver's seat felt it. Prysm Ray and Penelope Lea shared a connection that just wouldn't translate to a publicly fawning audience, all of which were most likely bored with their less than sub-par match quality. Feeling the need to lean herself against something, Penelope found an adjacent wall not five feet away from where she was, and slouched against it. The relief of not having to balance her entire body weight almost subsided her growing headache. Looking downward, Penelope was afraid to make eye contact as she allowed silence to hopefully calm the airs surrounding the ring's entryway. Feeling Prysm Ray growing impatient, Penelope whispered a mumbled sentence.

"You're...right."

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Folding her arms, Penelope cupped her elbows. She needed to build her courage, she needed to remember how she felt prior to their match, how just the sight of Prysm Ray playing to her fans made her smile. Penelope needed to take a risk, she needed to mend any wounds this "conversation" ripped open.

"I...I...I...I'm not one to seek adventure, nor am I person that learns from her own mistakes. I'd much rather live vicariously through other people, watch them make my mistakes, and learn from that. Whenever I'm walking down a sidewalk, I avoid stepping on cracks. I know, it's childish, but just the very idea of being the reason, the cause, the one responsible for a negative "something" scares me. Does that make me a horrible person?"

Allowing herself to look upward, she looked up at Prysm, a look of disdain still present on her face. It was nearly daunting, but Penelope had to persevere, she must fix this. As much as a part of herself hated to admit it, Prysm Ray meant more to her than a championship. Massaging her elbows, her hands cheering being personal cheerleaders, Penelope straightened her back, and stood upright. Wooziness making it's grand return, Penelope did her best to shake it off. For once in her life, Penelope wasn't influenced by material desires. It wasn't about buying a doll to satisfy her happiness for a day or two, it wasn't about sporting brand new wrestling gear that lost it's magic after a couple of worked matches, it was about Prysm Ray, and not wanting to lose the happiness that she made Penelope feel.

"Yeah, I know... blaming others for my own mistakes is something I've been doing for years, if not all of my life. I'm an awful person, and I'm honestly surprised Sasha still acknowledges me as her little sister. If it wasn't for you, she would be all I have. This whole concept of someone loving me outside of a family obligation is new to me. I've never dealt with that problem befo--no, let me rephrase that. It's not a problem, it's a luxury. I'm afraid of it. I don't know what to do! Up until a month ago, I blamed you for making me feel this way, I couldn't come at peace with the fact that only I have control over my feelings, no one makes me feel something, that's stupid."

Penelope could begin to feel herself smile. Blushing, Penelope quickly undid her pigtails, hopeful that any hair would hide it from Prysm Ray. She's eighteen, legally an adult, she shouldn't feel embarrassed for smiling in front of someone who liked her. Just like her glittering finger nails from a lifetime ago, Penelope didn't like appearing like a young girl in front of her, and she couldn't understand that.

"You're fearless. You're not afraid of the consequences of your actions. You're honest with yourself; with your feelings. You confront anything that's bothering you and make it go away. You're not like me, cuddling up into a ball, hating yourself until it fades away. Just like what happened at the end of our dinner. Never in my life has someone other than family defended me in front of someone. Never in my life has someone confessed their love for me. Never in my life has someone been so obsessed with my lips!"

Penelope had to stop herself from laughing at her last comment. She couldn't end now, she couldn't stop herself. Penelope was on a roll, each said word exciting her more and more.

"That's what I admire most about you! Without even trying, or even meaning too, you aspire me, motivate me, allow me to finally be honest with myself. Do you understand? Do you get it now? You mean more to me than a championship! When you claimed you were unhappy, I felt responsible for it. I robbed you of enjoying your title reign, through my own jealously, I sabotaged it. Left you in dark, hid from you, avoided you, made your last month completely and utterly miserable. I couldn't allow your title reign to be a regrettable memory, it needs to be a cherished one."

Feeling her entire face grow hot, Penelope looked away and folded her arms again, trying to hide her face with her own hair.

"Like m-our first kiss."[/center]

[Prysm Ray]

Before Penelope had started to speak, Prysm's face was one of pure irritation. She was actually really upset and angry at the young woman whom she adored. She had put herself on the line for her a few times already, and getting repaid like she did in the ring? It got to her, angered her. However, as Penelope started to talk, Prysm stayed absolutely silent as if the two sides of her had swapped again. The relatively mean one being bottled up for the moment, and the normal her was showing through. The voice in her head however, was as talkative as ever.

"You're...right."

Ya think? When am I not, oh that's right, never.

Prysm tilted her head slightly, wanting to here where Penelope was going with this. Shutting the voice in her head up, ignoring it if it had anything negative to say at this moment in time. A part of Prysm was looking for an excuse to tear into Penelope again verbally, the other part wanted to truly hear what Penelope had to say hoping for a certain response. But she waited, wondering if Penelope would give her a reason to.

"Does that make me a horrible person?"

Hearing that, Prysm bit her tongue. She wanted to blurt out that yes, yes it did make her a horrible person. Mainly because she felt that it did in some aspects, but the angry side of her wanted to say it just to make Penelope feel worse about this whole situation. But she was able to barely contain herself as she kept listening.

"I blamed you for making me feel this way."

That hit a chord within Prysm. Not only was she just constantly talking about herself, which to a part of Prysm irked her... it seemed overly self centered at this moment. But the main word that irritated her with that statement was the word blamed. Blamed... Blamed usually implied it was a bad thing. Did Penelope think that feeling that way was a bad thing? If that was the case why didn't she just say that? Why did she have to use that word, out of all the words she could have chosen. Prysm had been blamed for enough in her life, and the fact that Penelope possibly thought it was a bad thing at first honestly baffled her.

However, as Penelope continued to talk Prysm's expression started to fade. The anger in her eyes slowly fading as Penelope started to list off how Prysm was. A slight blush forming on Prysm's cheeks as she just kept listening. Each word chipping away at the huge block that was Prysm's anger about that match. Then Penelope started to mention the end of their date. Prysm honestly hadn't thought much of standing up for her. It just sort of felt like the right thing to do at the time. She wasn't about to let the woman she cared about be bullied around by Prysm's "ex".

"That's what I admire most about you!"

Though Prysm's eyes shined with pure happiness as Penelope kept talking. The voice in her head? No longer pleading, but instead was just a repetition of one word. That word?

YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!

Prysm could barley hold in how happy she was. But then Penelope just kept going, saying thing after thing that Prysm had wanted to hear for a whole month. The words that she had wanted so desperately to hear at the end of the date, or every other week after. She was finally hearing them! The part that really made her realize just how much Penelope seemed to care truly struck Prysm at the heart.

"You mean more to me than a championship!"

Prysm had seen the way that Penelope had looked at the title. When she had it, and when it was in Prysm's possession. It seemed like a magnet for Penelope's eyes. So hearing her say that, it really meant a lot to Prysm. Prysm wasn't sure what to do right now. She almost wanted to just give Penelope a big passion filled kiss, but that's when Penelope added softly.

"Like m-our first kiss."

Hearing that, Prysm knew there was nothing to say right now. There were only actions, she needed to show Penelope that her feelings were cherished. That this revelation was what Prysm had been waiting for all this time. That this was the moment that the rainbow haired heroine so desperately wanted to happen. As Prysm moved to embrace Penelope, possibly a hug, maybe more. She saw Penelope move towards her as well, moving away from the wall. Prysm hadn't even noticed Penelope acting dizzy or unstable before, since she was so enveloped in her anger. But now she wasn't so jaded, as she saw Penelope waver, and start to fall over. Seeing that and acting as fast as she could, she managed to grab Penelope, halting her fall. She was lucky that she had been moving towards hugging Penelope anyway, otherwise there was no way she would have caught her. Looking down at her worried, as she tried to bring Penelope up to standing on her own two feet she said.

Are you okay Penelope?

She sure didn't seem it, and that worried Prysm. Did she just flip out at Penelope for throwing a match, that she didn't technically throw? Did Prysm actually hit her that hard during the match? The look of happiness on her face quickly faded to one of concern.[/color]

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[Penelope Lea]

Losing the battle, Penelope could feel her state of self weakening as she waited for Prysm Ray to do something, to validate her sudden lack of emotional restraint. She had never been so vocal about her honest feelings in her life, usually settling for simple, morale disheartening phrases, or shading them with ambiguous metaphors in her music. It was as if she just demonstrated a grade-breaking presentation, and was now waiting for the approval of her classmates and instructor. Silence had erupted between the women as mixed emotions surfaced on Prysm's face. Penelope couldn't tell if she was happy, but she knew she wasn't angry anymore, at least she hoped. Maybe it wasn't enough, maybe she wasn't convincing. If she wasn't, what more did Penelope have to do? Pursing her lips, Penelope felt the need to act, to do something. It may have been terribly cliché, but if words weren't enough, maybe another kiss was. She was down, 2-1, if you counted the kiss on the cheek from Prysm earlier in the evening.

Taking in a deep breath, Penelope guided herself away from the wall, but immediately felt herself falter. She had ignored her growing headache for the last few minutes, that it hit her again with a wave of instantaneous discomfort. Holding her head, Penelope tried to keep herself upright, but she knew it wasn't any use. She was going to fall like an idiot in front of the woman she admired the most, looking like a complete child in the process. Only children fell down, an adult would have complete control over their motor skills. Shutting her eyes, Penelope braced herself for impact, but surprisingly it never came. Feeling Prysm's strength, Penelope felt herself land within supporting arms and shoulders of her admirer. The fragrance of Prysm's shampoo triggered a smile on Penelope's face as could feel herself getting lost within it, hugging her arms around her neck, while Prysm wrapped her own around Penelope's waist. Maybe her words were enough, maybe she said all the right things after all. Before she could even the score, Penelope felt another wave of discomfort as the sudden shift in body motion reeked havoc inside her head.

Nothingness then enveloped Penelope's conscious state as she slipped out of it, forcing her entire body weight upon the Hellcats Champion before she could answer her question.