Rebecca Curtis vs Drew Curtis

Well this is a new one: Wife wants to be a pro wrestler, but cries when discussing that husband destroyed a Hulk Hogan action figure she values as $229.99. Now, don’t get me wrong: Rebecca Curtis has a decent rack, which lends credibility to a butterface assertion. And, I totally dug the red panties that she wanted to wear in the ring, with men who pay for “fantasy wrestling” matches, saying she won’t wear the unmentionables to bed with Drew.
“He’s jealous,” she says.
“That’s wrong,” he says. “She says they’re for ‘wrestling only.'”
Then, he gets into how he learned she was having a rasslin-based affair. How he found an email that she wrote “I love you. I can’t wait till I hold you in my arms again.”
“Your honor, he was pushing me into another man’s arms,” she countered. “He treated me like the dirt under his feet.”
Well, Rebecca, I think they call that a ground-and-pound, no? But by running around all stompy trampy, you neglected to allow Drew to pound you. Now, he sleeps on the couch with a BB gun instead of with a trollop he’d probably like to treat him like she treats male wrestlers.
“Your honor, I wear the panties and the pants in this relationship,” she added.
Shame on you, Slutty Rebecca Piper.
Though I’ll probably be singing a different tune once you start selling soft-core wrestlin’ porn, you’re worse than the Iron Sheik as far as I’m concerned.
P.S. Your hero Hogan is a pussy.