Becky...But Then Someone Interferes

As soon as the match starts, Becky goes berserk, letting her rage fuel her with extra ****. She grabs Mama Luv, headbutting her in the jaw and then throwing her down so that her enormous breasts are splayed out in front of her. With that, Becky leaps up and stomps down with both feet on her ginormous boobs, making Mama scream in pain. Becky laughs.

"Beg for mercy, bitch," she laughs, "but it'll do no good."

Becky stomps down on Mama's head and before she knows it, Becky has Mama Luv tied up with her own costume. She grins, surveying the massive bust so vulnerably splayed in front of her.

"Now I'm going to do what I've always wanted to," laughs Becky as she reaches over the ropes and pulls out a fire-axe, "give you breast reduction surgery!"

She means to do it and she approaches. Suddenly, however, there's an almighty roar from outside of the ring, and someone leaps onto the post. He'd been seen once or twice in Becky's entourage, a strange young man with scraggly black hair, a mental hospital uniform, and a hannibal-esque mask with the mouth exposed, now split in a primal roar. His build is scrawny, but hard with wiry muscle, and vibrating with repressed rage and hate. Nobody knows his true name, but Becky has called him Gimpy on occasion. He's a man that Becky met in the institution and dominated and tortured to even greater madness than he had before. Now, with years of electroshock and other torments, it seems that his beastial side has been released. The question is, has he come to help his "mistress" or is he interested in payback. The answer is forthcoming when he leaps from the ropes, latching on to Becky's head, ripping out hanks of her hair and biting her ears and neck enough to draw blood.

Becky screams and flings Gimpy down, but he's up again in a flash, scratching, biting, kicking **** areas, and attacking with such blinding speed and frenzied abandon that Becky is chased from the ring, running in bloody humiliation.

Then the little fellow (he's only about 5'4") shakily approaches where Mama Luv lies helpless. Trembling hands pull apart the bonds with strength that nobody his size should posses. Once Mama is free and on her feet again, she looks down at the obviously disturbed young man, seemingly fighting many urges...the urge to harm, the urge to weep, and given the disproportionately large bulge at the front of his trousers, the urge to fuck as well. Mama Luv thinks...she has heard that her milk has been used in therapy as a calming agent and even an anti-psychotic. Maybe it could help this young man gain some coherency. After all, he had saved her breasts. Then again, he also interrupted the match and now it must be declared a draw.