Alice: BITCH, HE WILL

FUCK
YOU
IN
HALF!!!

Ophelia: ...........what I THINK my sis is trying to say is, is that it's nice to see you're still perfecting your smarmy, catty, snarkiness. You're simply not satisfied until you've belittled someone. Well, feel free to fire as much as you want, for sooner or later? You will be burnt to a crisp, my darling.

Ophelia: And besides, as Lady Sovereign once sang? Love me or hate me, I'm still an obsession.

Ophelia: All you're proving to the world is the same thing that Frodo did a couple of years back when he couldn't remove himself from Peter long enough to breath, simply because he wanted a bit of Pete's spotlight.

Alice: Stealin' that shine, always, just like practicaly everyone on the roster. Everyone's got someone they just can't remove their talons from; M.E. w/Ghost Tank, Tush w/Trax, and the list goes on. They're alll swinging from someone's chain. And Reb, you're no exception. You're trying your best to get noticed.

Alice: Well, congrats boobalah. You've been noticed.

Ophelia: Rebel, I have an idea. Wednesday Warfare, March 30th... Asylum Match. Two cage walls lined with weapons, and a straightjacket suspended overhead. The first person to climb a ladder, grab the straightjacket and wrap up their opponent in it, before loading them in the back of a mental institution's big white van wins. You, me, and the thousands of fans cheering for our blood to paint the canvas crimson. I'll be waiting for your response, my dear.

Alice: DEATH AND DESTRUCTION ACROSS THE LAND!! A & O out!

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