Helloooooooooooooo. My name is Little Red Riding Hood, your favorite genie manager of Insanity. YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
It has recently come to my attention that Cash Flo is a big chicken and does not want to compete in the Royal Beanstalk match. Baaaaaaalk balk balk balk balk balk. Baaaaaaalk balk balk balk balk balk. That is what he told me before he left.
Because of Cash Flos desire to wear feathers, sit on eggs, and be processed for fast food that Big B. Brown will eat, I have decided to enact my genie manager secret powers and replace his spot with someone who will most likely target cYnical in the match and make me happy.
cYnny, you want to talk about traps and conspiracies against you, well what about me? You broke my heart into a million itty bitty tiny pieces and no one is supposed to care about how I feel? I have feelings too cYnny. I am the victim here. I am the woman. Not you. It was you who lost the World Heavyweight Championship to X. It was you who got defeated by Eddie not once but twice. Why would I want to make you fail when I can see you fail for yourself? That is much more satisfying to my re-twisted desires.
And now, I want to see you fail when you get eliminated in the Royal Beanstalk match. I can not wait to see you bleed so bad, you will need a tampon for your face.
I am sick and tired of hearing how I screwed you out of that materialistic piece of tinted gold when you screwed me and stole my virginity. cYnny, stop bleeding out of your vagina and accept that the time for excuses is over. You have defeated monsters, vampires, clowns, giants, and sheep, but you have never defeated who I have lined up just for you. I want to see you fail yet again when you get eliminated in the Royal Beanstalk match. I can not wait to see you bleed so bad, you will need a tampon for your face. But I am not telling you who it is. Ooooooh. It is my little mYstery. You will find out soon enough. Tee hee hee hee hee.