Quoted By:
>[Kelly Omega enters the arena to what is quickly becoming all too familiar: no music, and thunderous boos. Standing atop the entrance ramp, she begins to speak over the crowd]:
“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe that actually worked! Who knew all you had to do around here was blow some smoke up some stupid champion’s ass and they’d practically beg you to face them at the pay per view. God, if I’d known this I could have skipped all that crap with the skeleton. Did I ever mention, Skelly Skelly, I think you’re great and cute and strong and just the //best champion in, like, the whole entire world and it would be an honour to share the ring with someone like you?// Give me a break.”
“But Violet, it seems you’ve made a fatal miscalculation because when I blast through Tomboy Girl or the Gayclops -- and believe me, I will -- that means you and I will be having a one on one contest. And holy cow is that not what you want. You can paint yourself up however you want, but I am the breast bout machine of this company. I have a win over the reigning WWA World Champion. I have been tearing up these wrestling rings for decades across the world. You think there would be an Intercontinental Championship without Kelly BY GODDESS Omega? Because there wouldn’t. You think nobodies like you would get a chance to even become professional wrestlers without KELLY BY GODDESS OMEGA? Because you wouldn’t. YOU THINK THE WWA WOULD EXIST WITHOUT KELLY BY GODDESS OMEGA? BECAUSE IT WOULDN’T.”
>[Omega throws the microphone down in a rage and screams at the vehemently booing crowd. Her words are barely inaudible over the audience, but at least three words can be heard: ‘next fucking champion’.]
