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>You want to hear something ridiculous?
>The WWA has installed a hot cocoa machine in the locker room. And it's God damned free.
>Can't afford to rebuild the Dojo on their own. Can't afford to subsidise housing so Little Beaver doesn't have to sleep under a bridge like her nomadic ancestors. Can't afford to perform basic security checks to stop people from bringing grenades to shows or killing eachother in the ring.
>But an absent champion returns. Gets a huge pop from the dipshit smark fans who spend their time in the dirt sheets. And what does Spaghetti Dog, do?
>He goes down and buys a Hot Cocoa machine.
>Morale and teambuilding my arse.
>There's a definite type of wrestler who gets a push in this company. The kind of girl who appeals to degenerate anime fans. Psychopathic whores who'll cut your dick off and uwu cutesy softies. Guess what happens when a beloved member of the latter class returns home.
>Winter Girl, when I see you in the ring tonight(time subject to ring pocket dimension fuckery), I'll make you wish you hadn't signed that Legends deal or whatever it is with management. Because we know your compensation is a hell of a lot more than that gimmicky little swear jar.
Holly grabs a cup of hot cocoa and skulls it.
>Shouldn't have come back. There's new blood. And It. Runs. Hot.
