Becky, who follows Melissa

Becky seethed in her dressing room later. She was on a laptop, having looked over about a hundred pages that had come up on Google. She was learning all she could, so she had something to obsess over.

?Fake? double d?s?. muscle-headed, no sex appeal? fucking SHIT-FACED CUNT! She?s going to be **** on silicone when I?m through with her!?

Becky marched straight into the gym. She?d done some asking (which people took as a sign of trouble when she didn?t demand) and research, so she knew that she worked out and practiced most of her time at the league. She spotted her right away and marched towards her.