Jenny Myst glares up from the cover, blood and sweat streaked, chest heaving. She hooks a finger in the mat and stops the count herself.

Jenny:
“Jesus—an entire promo, Gravy? If you put half as much effort into a real promo as you do trying to pin me, maybe your reputation wouldn’t be ‘annoying troll.’ You're 97.42% the reason we changed the damn rules. Grow up. Get a life.”

She shoves his shoulder away, eyes cold.

Jenny:
“Oh—and by the way…”

She kicks out, violent and final, sending him rolling.

KICK OUT.