Karen ups the ante

Karen took the microphone from a passing sound guy, making Becky watch her closely. "My dear little daughter..." she said affectionately, speaking slow and sweet. "Or sister, as you like to think. I'm sure you think that just because you took down some of your more uppity sisters that you're worth it. That you can just have your happy fairytale ending and come out on top."

She waggled her finger, making a "tsk tsk" sound before starting up again, gradually getting louder. "Well I do hate to have to remind you, Becky dear, but you are a miserable, pathetic, weakling piece of SHIT compared to me! I am your MOTHER! I am the greatest, sexiest, strongest woman you'll ever know, and you should THANK me to let you suck the jizz out of my still-hot pussy when I'm done fucking your father, your boyfriend, and everyone you've ever looked at! And you KNOW that I'd fuck them better than you EVER could, because I am the PERFECT woman, and you're an ugly little shit!!"

"I bet that all sounds real familiar to Becky," Debbie says quietly, Scott shushing her.

The crowd murmured and stared. Becky folded her arms. "What Freud would say about this..." she sighed, loud enough for fans to hear and laugh. Karen leered daggers at her. "What's your point, hooters?"

"I shall PROVE my superiority to you," she said, her voice a bit more collected. "I challenge you to a three-fall fight here tonight for the belt. Best of the 3 matches wins, and the best part is that once I win the first two fights, the third match WILL go on, regardless. Just so i can see you grovel and weep with misery and joy that your lovely mother loves you enough to beat your ass so hard that you realize how much she cares."

Becky was quiet for only a moment. "Deal. 3 rounds. Then when I win, you come with me and we fix your ass."
"Whatever that means," Karen snorted.