In august 1999 reporter Jan Wong met Rena and her husband at the time , Marc Mero at a restaurant in Toronto to interview them. The article she then wrote mainly focuses on Rena’s decision to get implants, why she left the (then) WWF and the reporters expectations to meet a “5 foot 6, 127 pound Barbie doll” vs getting to actually know her.
Mero had already appeared on April’s cover, which sold out so quickly Playboy booked her again, the first time anyone has graced two covers in one year.
Asked how the implants feel, husband and wife both answer. “Very natural,” she says. “Marvellous,” he says. But do they feel, um … “Fake?” she interjects. “Not at all,” says her husband. “Want a squeeze?” She and I both recoil.
Once, when she forgot to remove her earrings, the right one was ripped out. She leans over to show me the tear. Ouch.
“I’d never live it down if you beat me,” says Mero when I challenge her to an armwrestling match in lieu of dessert. “You might be setting me up. Maybe you take some Chinese herbal stuff.” With Marc offering to referee, she gives in. We clear the table. We lock hands. She beats me, fast. Both arms.