Post by ❤Rose❤ on Jun 14, 2018 2:47:55 GMT -5
As usually before her matches, Casey spends most of her time in the gym with weight lifting and training some wrestling moves, but this time something is different. The last months she really has been motivated, but now, after she seems to be out of the title run, this isn’t the case. She does her usual training, but in some way she doesn’t care much whether she wins this match or not. The Machine is gone, it’s not a title match and not even a main event, so she couldn’t care less whether she wins or loses.
Now she interrupts her bench pressing and sits up and takes a sip of her water.
“Ok then …so why all that stress? I have no problems with this stupid Bradley clan and I have no intentions to help out Carnage and these other morons. What would that bring me? Nothing.”
Her shoulder still makes some trouble, but she ignores this. Some pain has never been a reason to stop her, but that’s not her main problem now. She is just sick of all these endless matches before she gets a chance to go for the title and now everything starts again. A bit frustrated she shakes her head and sighs.
“And why should I team up with these motherfuckers? They aren’t my friends and so it doesn’t make any sense. I should fight them and not help them, but it seems that not even this is possible now. I couldn’t care less whether the Bradleys win or Carnage and his team. All I’m interested in is getting this fucking title and there I failed completely.”
Again she sighs.
“Tapping out against two bimbos …That’s really too embarrassing.”
But then she wipes away this thought, leans back and starts with the bench pressing again. This goes on for a few more seconds, but then she suddenly can’t lift up the weight anymore. As she looks up, she sees a tattooed hand pressing down the dumbbell bar and she is trapped underneath it. She tries harder to get free, but no chance and as she turns her head a bit, she sees her stepsister Amanda and Rose, who gin at her. Casey yells out.
“You fucking slut, lemme outa here …”
But Amanda only smiles and still presses down the bar.
“Aww …Isn’t our sore loser able to free herself? Damn, that must be embarrassing, first tapping out against two weak girls and now overpowered by your sister. Haha, and then you try to act like you’re the strongest woman in this company. That’s laughable. Instead of trying to get a title, you better should do bra and panties matches.”
Amanda and Rose laugh, while Casey tries harder to get free, but she fails.
“You fucking bitches, you will pay. I’m gonna break your neck.”
She still protests, but deep insides, she is a bit insecure, something that has never happened to her before. Is she really that strong and tough, if even two girls make her tap out? And does it really make sense to try again to come to the top of this company? She doesn’t know it but she tries to hide how insecure she is at this moment. She glares at her sister.
“Ok, I failed, but what did you do? Not even together with Rose you were able to defeat this Taralyn chick, she defeated you within seconds. So who of us is the sore loser?”
Amanda raises an eye brow and shrugs.
“Ok, I lost too, but I never said that I’m a good wrestler and I never tried to become champion. I do this crap because I’m forced to do it, but hopefully now, after we have a new boss, this nonsense is over and they let me go.”
This is Amanda’s weak point and she becomes angry. She’s a bit distracted and so Casey manages it to lift up the heavy weight and she is free. Really fast she jumps up and grabs Amanda’s wrist and twists it behind her back. Immediately the normally so arrogant Amanda whines and begs.
“Please …stop it. I’m your sister, you can’t hurt me.”
“Stepsister, and why can’t I?”
Rose looks at the scene in horror. Casey twists Amanda’s arm even harder and Mandy’s high pitched screams almost breaks Rose’s heart. She is really scared that Casey breaks Amanda’s arm and she tries to help her wife, but Casey knocks her out with a hard elbow punch against the head. Then she pushes Mandy forward, so that she falls and Mandy tries to crawl away, but Casey isn’t willing to let her go so easily. She grabs her ankle and locks her up in an ankle lock. Again Mandy shrieks and screams and taps out, but Casey twists her foot even harder, so that Mandy cries now. Then she lets her go and spits out.
“You two are really laughable wimps and not worth my time.”
Then she turns around and leaves. In the meantime Rose managed it to get up and she helps her still crying wife. She checks whether anything is broken and then she holds her close and rubs her back, while Mandy still sniffles.
“This fucking bitch has broken my arm and my ankle.”
Still holding Mandy, Rose smiles.
“Nothing is broken, it just hurts a bit.”
Then she kisses Mandy’s hurting arm.
“Ok, is it better now?”
Mandy smiles.
“A bit, but my ankle hurts too …”
Rose roles her eyes, but she kisses Mandy’s ankle too.
“Ok, but now everything is ok again.”
“Nope ..it still hurts.”
With a smile in her face Rose tickles Amanda’s foot and the pretty redhead laughs and giggles.
“Hehe …it still hurts …”
Rose continues a bit longer, but then she stops it and helps Mandy up.
“Ok, later at home you get more”
“Deal.”
Amanda puts on her shoe again and then the couple look at each other, not knowing what to do now. Rose winks at her wife.
“Well, maybe you should do some training too, so that you get ready for your match against this Taralyn chick.”
But Mandy shakes her head violently.
“Shit, no, I’m injured …I can’t train.”
Rose had already expected that Mandy would react like that.
“That’s what I thought. But I think some training would still be good, so that you hit your opponent the next time and not always me. Slowly I’m a bit sick of getting knocked out in each match you have.”
Amanda kisses Rose on the cheek.
“Aww, I’m sorry.”
And then she starts to giggle.
“So we should change the roles this time.”
Rose looks a bit puzzled.
“Whatcha mean?”
“I mean that you should fight her and I’ll be your manager. So then I couldn’t knock you out again.”
Now they both laugh, but then Mandy becomes serious again.
“And I still like that idea. I really don’t know why I have to face her again. She already proved that she’s the better wrestler and that I have no chance against her. So it makes no sense to repeat this match. In some way I have the feeling that they just wanna humiliate me, but that won’t work. Ok, prolly she will beat me up again or make me submit, but I couldn’t care less. I don’t do that stuff for taking a win, I do it because I get paid for it and if they wanna see me lose, then they can have it. I couldn’t care less.”
It’s hard to say something if Amanda is in this mood and so Rose stays quiet.
“It just goes on my nerves. I mean it’s a waste of time. Everybody knows that she is stronger. Couldn’t they find someone else whom she can beat up? I really don’t wanna ruin my health, that’s not fair.”
“Well, so this might be another reason to do some training now. Maybe then it won’t become as bad as the last time.”
But again Amanda shakes her head.
“No way that I’m working out now. I think I’ve better things to do.”
“And what should that be?”
For a moment Amanda thinks about it.
“Well, I think we have to clean up our boat, that’s enough work. And then, well, then we need something to relax. So I would say …SEX.”
They both giggle, leave the gym and the scene fades to black.