>>19788372"...unlike you, you fucking three-win, four-eye, five-head, six-degrees-of-separation-from-my-knee-to-your-fucking-face piece of absolute hillbilly GARBAGE, your main gal K-B-G-O doesn't run long on promos and doesn't need to resort to name calling to get her point across. So you want the old Omega so much? You want the Bitch Blade to slice and dice you on this microphone, in this ring, backstage, at your house, or anywhere else you want to run into ME? You're on, kid. But trust me, this is not something you want to come unprepared for. So study up, nerd. Get ready to be dragged over the hot coals, because for the first time in fucking months, it seems like things are finally starting to heat up around here. I am The Breast Bout Machine, the Garter Belt Collector, The No-Wanged-One-Winged-ZERO-FUCKS-GIVEN Angel of the Waifu Wrestling Alliance. I am all those things you said I am. But more importantly, put simply so even your redneck family can understand it, I am better than you. And I have to be. Because if I'm not..."
>[Omega pivot her wrist to point the finger gun at her head.]"I'd probably have to kill myself like your dumb little friend tried to. And clearly she couldn't even do that right, because all of these fans in attendance still have to sit through one of her overly long, waste of time 'promos' that do nothing but serve her own interests. The friend that's been ducking me for a year now no matter how many times I make it clear that her obnoxious and frankly tasteless amount of pyro doesn't make her any more of a main eventer than... ugh, you, Jefferson. It's exhausting, and we'd all be better off for it if your Divine Asshole leader taught any of you to finish the story. Hell, maybe by the time I'm done with you, you can give her some pointers and make it a group activity."
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