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Spoiler

It wasn't exactly hard to predict what Karen had on her mind. The last time she appeared before the masses, six women were trying to cave in her skull and render her a husk of a wrestler. Not that she didn't deserve it.
Undoubtedly planning to deal with each and every one of said women in their own time, it would be perhaps the one she knew least among that group that earned Karen's ire tonight. A sadistic painter known to the masses as Ying.
"I don't give a fuck whether you're ready, or even expecting me, but you know damn well who the fuck you are, so get out here...NOW!" The amazon throwing that microphone to the side, name not missed out by accident, given the sadistic painter in question wasn't exactly playing through the introductions when she threw Karen down a flight of stairs.