>"What the hell is the matter with the women in this fed? I check into work this morning and half the Dojo roster are out with some kind of stomach flu, or shitting in the streets, or posting live updates from the hospital about 'oh, woe is me.'
>"I'm sorry?
>"How I sees it, there are two possible explanations. One, some jealous old hag, with wrinkles and an empty egg carton, has elected to play subterfuge by poisoning the water well.
>"Two, the other girls are all a bunch of cowards and have run and hid.
>"Either way it doesn't look good for the way this operation is being run. So, Hombre Pooch, this is a direct message to you, from your rising star, the future face of the company, 'Sort this out. Get whoever is responsible for this all off the books, and bring in some god damned professionals. If people are playing hooky, fire 'em, and if some old broad is jealous of the fact that the new stars are on hot streaks, fire 'em.'
>"I've heard rumours you have no balls. I believe them.
>"So while the rest of the dumbshit roster try to solve this mystery, or engage in whatever lezzed out fantasy they call 'friendship', God's Gift, Holly Hope-Again, will be doing what she does best. WORKING.
>"But consider this a notice.
>"I beat the BIG GAL. And the longer you all play little nepo-babies with each other and ditch training to go hold hands and kiss behind the bleachers or shop or whatever the mierda you do, I am only getting stronger. Each of you will fall before me, and Holly Hope-Again will run riot through this roster like a one waifu wrecking crew.
>"Don't @ me on Tweetstagram, don't beg me for my opinions on the issues at hand, go discuss that on your virgin message boards, you stupid smarks."
