>>19788370"And then who should pop back up but that walking skin-cancer advert herself, Holly Hope-Again. Steel-sharpened, God-given talents stripped bare by the Goddess-anointed saviour of this company, the once in a lifetime Heavenly being, Kelly fucking O. Would I have given her a title match after walking back in here, doing nothing but pretend to grieve for a few months? Not a fucking chance. But the Imp didn't ask for my advice. And the Imp -- Onigiri, paid for it. I could go to Doug's office right now and get myself that match for any show I wanted, but I won't do that. Because Kelly Omega likes things to be fun and fair, and it's not fair to beat up someone I've banished to the shadow realm once before. I beat Holly Hope-Again so badly her twintails fell out. That's right, Tweetstagram idiots, that was me."
"But look, let's stop beating around your bush here. Yeah, people talk, kid. Goddess above, heard of grooming? Looking at the split ends on you, I guess not. But hey you want to bring up names from the past. Ooh, so scary. Watch this."
>[Omega turns to the hard cam and makes direct eye contact with (You).]"Gun Girl. Skelly Skelly. Keron Croakie. Hailey Britannia. Rowdy Rory. Raquel Durango. My close personal friend, and trainer of the ONLY girl to graduate from this company's pathetic Dojo, Violet Beauregarde -- no, not that one you fucking idiot."
>[Omega makes a show of being wary of some sort of Divine intervention, but to the grand surprise of absolutely nobody, nothing happens. Omega turns back to Colby.]"I can still add your name to that list, kid. Send you packing, leave your jaw cracking. You think their names still hold weight? Kelly Omega eclipsed every single one of them just by uttering those words. The rub you're getting from simply being in my presence is more than anything any of your sex cult friends could ever do to you. And if you don't realise that, then it's clear that big brain of yours is just for show."
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