RHSG is merely an avatar, a physical representation of all the lust sherbros feel for the fighters. she is like the pink goo under the city in ghostbusters 2, and also like the white goo that sherbros just can't get out of their jocks. she is a perfect mirror, and when she looks at a fighter, sherbros see only their own ghey lust for fighters reflected in her image. when she appears to bask in the radiance of giblert, or when she touches the ass of chris weidman, a tsunami of lust is unleashed across the sher-cosmos. jedi and sith alike must stoop to take a knee, as they are overwhelmed by the sensation of a million virgin fantasies suddenly giving way to crushing post-nut shame