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The lights dim in the WWA arena as the titantron slowly comes on, showing a quiet cottage on the edge of a subburb in Spaghetti Town, just on the edge of the woods. The area overflowing with nature, wild but a controlled wild. The camera passes trough the front gate and the front yard, around the side of the building and to the back. On her knees, tending to a bed of flowers filled with lillies, carnations, white roses is Maria McTavish, Mighty Milf, dressed in an overal, wearing gardener's gloves, quietly humming to herself as the camera approaches her.
>They say revenge is a fool's game. That I'm putting my carreer on the line for nothing. That I should just let bygones by bygones. Live and let live. I say those people are wrong. They haven't had the 'pleasure' one dragging oneself from the brink of Oblivion, having to look at the faces of those you love, and having no memory of them, other then that you love them. Do you know what replaced those memories? Anger, hatred, loathing. Not towards them, but towards you, Violet, Nyx, whoever you claim to be today.
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