Oh my God, EWWWWW! How did I not realize you were covered in feces! I can't believe I made physical contact with you! Madison takes a moment to towel the shit off of her.

Those guesses weren't bad, except for guessing yourself. Come on G-man, you know we're tight! But no, they were all INCORRECT. Hmmm...maybe some better hints are in order.

Okay, this person is dating a borderline personality disorder having histrionic who is such a pussy he ducked multiple overtures to have a straight up match for the Universal championship, and instead decided to cash in a briefcase. A cash in that, mind you, somehow bent the rules of time, biology and space, made me and BOTH Hired Guns simply disappear, and somehow managed to magically heal multiple wounds on both his own body and the body of the person we're actually talking about.

Madison takes a deep breath.

Okay, maybe a little off topic. Back to the ACTUAL person we're referring to. So, this person has somehow managed to fail UPWARDS in this company for like an entire year by constantly underperforming yet was still gifted two championships for pretty much doing fuck all but being a twiggy glory hole.

Is this starting to make sense? Oh, and also her name sounds SUPER foreign and I may have been tempted at one point to encourage management to check her visa status but now I'm a Democrat who believes in open borders and socialism.

Madison cringes and consigns to put one finger on Greggo to pin him!