>>10314949Holly begins to pace forward and back, evidently chewing on a thought.
>From this moment, I'm declaring open season. I don't give a shit who you've sided with. I don't give a shit what we worked on together in the past, whether you were a friend, whether you- whether you put me into the hospital. Old ties that bind, that don't mean shit to fate.>Because the future, that's what we grab with our own hands. To hell with everyone else and how they try to control you. >I'm not dancing on your strings.>Stars, Angels, Haters, Lovers, Rookies, OGs, Onis, Detectives, it's all just fuckin' noise. Whoever you are, where ever the fuck you're coming from. I want your number.>And, sure, you might beat me in the ring. But that's a temporary setback. No matter how many times I get knocked down. I GET THE FUCK BACK UP.>Don't need the title, don't need *a* title. I've got shit to prove. Got names to take.>If you think you're safe because your mother is a producer. You're WRONG.>If you think you're safe because you've declared for the tag division. You're WRONG.>If you think you're safe because the mother of your child disappeared. You're WRONG.Holly smirks.
>Kinoko Chu.>You wanted me. You can be the latest in the line of people who learned what the power of a bit of unbridled Hope can do. The camera turns around, revealing the smiling face of Mick Hope-Again, before it swivels back to Holly.
>Last person who insulted my family was Olivia Kumpula. She talked shit but couldn't back it up.>You want to put my sister's name in your fuckin' mouth.>I hope your daughter likes watching you bleed. 