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The agonized screams of the production crew echo throughout the WWA arena. Strange sounds and horrific smells escape every bathroom in the building. It's curry day.
Whenever Curry Girl feels especially down she cheers herself up by "cheering" everyone else up with a taurine of her (in)famous extra spicy home-cooked phaal curry.
No one has the heart to tell her how awful it is.
With feigned smiles on their faces and real tears in their eyes they queue up for a night of excruciatingly painful diarrhoea.
>Dig in, everyone!
>And don't be afraid to ask for seconds *giggles*
Out of the corner of her eye Curry Girl spots an unfamiliar face, a wrestler who doesn't seem especially interested in the luncheon.
>No need to be shy, dear. Come have a bowl!
>Or do you not care for Curry?
