Some revealing answers

How was growing up in the Luv houshold?
“It was a wild kinda place. Everyone just loooooved everyone. If you catch my meaning. We each just showed it differently.

Also, not a place to live if you can’t fight or fuck. We had these big family reuinions, where we’d invite Luvs around the country (a few from out of the country, I think too). Rented out a park and dragged in a big wrestling ring for whoever wanted to use it. Wives would humiliated their husbands, sisters fought sisters, brothers fought sisters… ‘Give a Luv tits and a ring, and you’ve got a happy camper,’ we’d say.”

Who your rivals?
“Karen. Karen Karen Karen,” she says, almost chuckling. “It’s always Karen. She’s why I’m here. Not just in the league, mind you. She’s why I’m this way. She’s why I wound up in jail, in the mental house, and in the ring. She’s done so much to me…

“Back when we were little, I was the sweet one. We were close as could be, so close… then puberty came. Suddenly all the boys went after her, when she became a C-cup overnight and a double D by 16. Then no more time for little sis. No more boyfriends for little Becky. Oh, she was cute, but if I even brought anyone home, horn-bag slut sister would do her little siren song or show off those cans and they’d forget I even existed. Even Ma and Pa, they said they loved us equal, but Karen was the one who did the best at everything, so she had all the reasons to get the praise."

What your favorite moves?
”I like holds that let me see the victim’s pain. Usually I laugh in their faces while I do it, or just make sure I stretch em out good to hear the screams. So my Skitzo Split and Homewrecker are some faves.”

What type of girls or guys you like to go out with?
“My ex-husband Dave was a cool guy in public, but loved getting dominated. Now I don’t know if that’s really what I want. Sure, I’ll grab and fuck a guy, even a chick sometimes, but it’s really distant. I don’t get much pleasure out of it. I think if they’re good, or I like them, I won’t wail on them afterwards. Or maybe that does mean I like them. It’s so hard to tell these days, hm?” She casually drinks some water, motioning you to continue.

What you think of the other Luv family members beside Mama (aka Karen) Luv?
“That little cow of a daughter of hers is no better.
“You mean cowgirl, I think,” you correct.
“I know what I said. She’s such a damn slut of a wrestler, she might as well be her mother. I’ll beat her given half the chance, at the very least to get back at Karen.

“Now the twins, I kinda like. Might be cuz they’re a bit more like my part of the family. Might be cuz they aren’t lugging a pair of disgusting beachballs in front of their chests. But they ain’t so bad. Got the Luv fight in ‘em, just without so much of that retard sex drive. A little kinky, but not so tit-central as some of the family. Taught ‘em some of the basics myself, ya know. Mostly just cuz Karen didn’t want them to start so young, so just to cheese her off. Haha!”

“The rest of the Luvs I really avoid, and they do me the same favor. Karen’s the popular one, and I don’t get lots of visits from them. Put a few too many kinfolk in the hospital when I was younger.”

What the most vicious beating you ever gave?
That’s a mix between two, I guess, but both stories are related.
“At a family reunion in our late teens, I challenged Karen to a wrestling match. We… we both got our shots in, and when she started… well, riding me… I lost it. She was fucking me in front of everyone, and that was the last of my pride. I punched her in the cunt so hard she bled, and we both got out of hand and messed each other up good. We had a big shouting match ‘fore I ran away from home later on.”

“And she couldn’t just disappear from my life like I tried to with her! I finally get to another state, where you’d think she’d be far enough away. I find a man who won’t compare me to her, cuz he doesn’t know she exists. I marry him, then I catch him one night watching tv. Karen was in the big leagues, and there she was, shaking those… those sick, disgustingly big jugs at the camera. And he was jerking OFF to it!! I beat up and divorced my husband, went to jail and the crazy house, all because of her! And you WONDER why I act like this!?”

Becky looked somewhere between tears and attacking you. “I will FUCK that slut like she did me, and make her BEG for my forgiveness! Then I’ll tell her “NO!” and fuck her twice as hard, fuck up those mutant things on her chest, and make it so she won’t ever, EVER cross me again!”
Becky coughed softly, then sat back down. “Go on,” she said quite gracefully. You sigh. The magazine had warned you to be ready for anything with her.

How was the mental ward you went to?
“There’s some horror stories out there, but the place wasn’t that bad, really. In retrospect, anyway. There were some lonely nights, yea, but the nymphos in the next ward kept that at bay. The guards were nice, they just had the habit of stopping me from carving anything sharp. Nice place, just wouldn’t want to live there.

What other wrestlers you like?
“I think that the girls should have their heads in the game. Not here for an easy lay or to act out their fantasy characters or anything. Here to fight. And if they fuck somebody, it should just be to **** them. So I guess Big Mama’s got some chops, and hell, even a few good girls. Ann the goth kind of reminds me of myself at her age. It really varies from person to person, really. Plus what kind of mood I’m in. Also can’t stand any big-titted blondes. Having one or the other is usually enough for me to flip shit, but god help you if you’re in the ring with me with goldilocks and E cups.”

How does it feel to have breast smaller then some of the girls?
“I know what you’re getting at, and believe me, I’m no less of a woman than any of the silicon-stuffed bimbos strutting around that ring. My tits are big and fine, just not the tops. It’s not something I’m sensitive about, it’s just that those tarts love to flaunt their huge cans like it makes them better than me. Like it makes them deserve to get all the boys’ attention, and tease me about my chest, and fuck my ex-husband, AND GET ALL THE DAMN LOVE IN…”

One of the security moved up behind Becky as she stood up out of her chair, quickly injecting her with a syringe. Becky’s eyes widened briefly, then she sighed and sat back down. “Anything else, love?”