A psychopath with a tast for culinary delights and finer things in life. Do you dare step into Annibal Lecter’s kitchen of horror? Best not be rude. Nothing compliments the taste of blood like a hearty helping of MUD. After beating you in the pit ‘til you’re as silent as a lamb, she’ll dine on your diaphragm, ingest your intestines, and save your liver for tomorrow’s lunch. What’s that you say? You’re wrestling her tonight? Okey-Dokie, here we go. Goodbye, Clarice.