Bring down some of the other badgirls... at once

Some of the girls had been getting active lately. Mama Luv had just gotten hold of the title, and women were challenging her every step of the way. She had to set the record straight.

The camera crew came to her room that night like she had asked.

“Listen up, sluts and skanks… I have been after Karen before any of you sluts popped your cherries all those years ago in the guy’s lockerroom in middle school. So here’s the deal: anybody even mentions challenging that stupid, stinking cow of a sister of mine, and I will personally bash your brains in. Because I don’t care how bad you think you need that title. And I don’t give a shit about some fancy belt. If you think you’re anywhere NEAR a bad enough bitch to be able to take on my beloved sister, you have to get through me first.

“That’s why I wanted to inform you all about this: I am the baddest bitch in this league. All you little school bullies and cowgirls and magicians and astronauts or whatever the fuck gimmick you have now. I’m fucking mental. I would actually kill somebody if they looked at me funny. So if you even think you’re close to the baddest broad around, you’ll meet me in a battle royale tomorrow night. The winner will be named the baddest, roughest, brutalest woman there ever was. Losers can't challenge Karen for her title for 6 months. Anything goes, last woman standing wins. Be there, or admit I’m the better badass.”

She kicked the cameraman in the balls, took the camera, and switched it off. "Soon, Karen... I'll have you all to myself..."