Cassidy, better known as The Biker, sat in her dressing room, puffing on a cigar as she curled a large dumbbell. She grunted in response to the knocks on her door, not bothering to look up at her mousey assistant "Good evening Miss Finch, I trust you read my compiled notes? I left them on your desk." Cassidy pointed down to her metal waste basket in response, the folder smouldering. The assistant's face fell, but she returned to her professional look. "Well...I'll be sure to arrange your post-fight interview just how you like it. No 'stupid fucking questions', right?" She frowned once again as she received little feedback on all her hard work. Clearing her throat, she flipped through her pages. "Oh, you probably know about this already but, try not to forget her rule." Cassidy finally stopped curling, looking up with a squint. "Rule? What rule? That presenter chick's?" Her assistant shook her head, looking down at the paper. "Uh, no Miss Finch. Miss Evans's, she stated-" The assistant flinched as the paper was rudely snatched from her, Cassidy dropping the dumbbell and sitting up. "What the...No strikes to the face?" She glanced up in confusion, watching her assistant shrug "Who the fuck does this bitch think she is!? What I have to keep my hands down too!?" Cassidy scrunched the paper up and threw it in the basket as the assistant adjusted her glasses "I-I'll admit it is a strange rule...Best to be followed perhaps...You've heard the story haven't you?..." Cassidy rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat "Yeah yeah the weak bitch who she 'messed up'. Come on look at her! She belongs in a fuckin daycare!" The assistant did her best to enforce the point, only to be shouted out of the room by Cassidy. As she left in tears, Cassidy stood and looked into her mirror, tilting her head and looking into her eyes sleepily. She pulled out a drawer, a small clear bag of whitish powder inside. "Thank fuck we don't get tested..." She muttered, tapping it out onto the desk with care
Given that the ring officials did not approve her request to ride her 'bitchass cycle through a flaming ring', Cassidy instead decided to roar down the ramp in her custom built chopper, leaving tire marks and forcing the scent of burnt rubber into several onlookers. She shut off the bike and pushed the kickstand out, sliding from the seat and walking along the barrier. She spied a dorky looking guy ogling her, his shirt reading 'BEAT ME MOMMY'. Repulsed, but always looking for an excuse to cause some pain, Cassidy grabbed him by his neck and wound a fist backwards before she heard frantic banging above her. Sighing, she glanced upwards, spotting the presenter watching the match from above. She waved her hands angrily, and Cassidy thought she could see her mouthing words about not being able to afford another lawsuit. She sighed and dropped the loser, though she made sure to bash her shoulder into his face before she dove between the ring's ropes. She paced in her corner, rubbing the bridge of her nose as MM strode down the ramp, smiling and waving to her fans along to some terribly outdated hip-hop music. Cassidy began to fume with how long she was taking, MM bending down to sign just about every piece of merchandise thrust at her, taking her time to converse with her fans before she finally approached the ring and hauled herself inside. She leaned against the buckle, tugging away at her iconic burgundy heel boots, chuckling at the audience as she saw the camera zoom in on her rather huge soles. Cassidy scoffed, pulling away at her leather jacket and shirt, leaving her in black cargo pants, combat boots and fingerless gloves. She was going to enjoy wiping the smile off that goody two-shoes. The referee stepped in the middle and held up her hands, glancing at both fighters to check on their condition before she waved her hands downwards.
Cassidy waited no time at all as she sprinted forward, intent on making the big oaf tap out from pain as she ducked beneath her arms and jumped onto her back. Her feet dangled off the ground as she applied pressure around her throat. MM stumbled back and forth, pulling at her hands and spluttering, trying to shake her off, but Cassidy held on tight. Left with little option, Evans finally stopped in place and fell backwards. Cassidy would let out a cry, her arms too fixed in place to allow for escape as the larger woman came crashing down. She coughed, having the wind knocked out of her, only further enraged by the other woman's pained laughter as she wobbled to her knees. The two began to grapple, each time Cassidy would wiggle her hands free, Evans would manage to snatch them up in a soft yet powerful grip. She considered bashing her head into the woman's face, but held back for now. She started to feel her strength sap away as Mary backed her into the corner, her smile never leaving her face. "Oh don't be so fussy Cass~ Just relax and we'll hang out after this! You can...ngnh...Show me some new moves on your bike!" She grunted out, slowly pushing Cassidy's right hand down to the mat before suddenly letting go!
Cassidy was caught off guard as Evan's hand pushed forward to squeeze the obvious outline in Cassidy's pants, watching in amusement as the Biker girl flushed and began to squirm, slapping at Evan's arm with her now free hand. "Ohoho is this for me?~" Evans used the hand to tear away Cassidy's other, and using her own hands, she grabbed Cassidy beneath her knees and flipped her onto her back with surprising ease! Cassidy huffed, trying to kick forward and bash the bottom of her boot into MM's face. She allowed the first few times as nothing more than reflexes before suddenly grabbing hold of one of Cassidy's ankles "Sweetie. What have I said about the face? Maybe I need to take away this little boot and show the crowd what a giggly pest you are hm?" She looked down coldly as Cassidy felt herself pale. Slowly, she allowed her ankles to go limp as MM chuckled and reached forward, patting her on the head as the crowd watched in awe. Now that her boots were no longer an issue, Evans hurriedly undid Cassidy's belt and pulled her pants down with a sudden yank. Cassidy glanced away, though she maintained a smug look at the crowd, never shy about presenting herself. She clumsily wrapped her ankles around Evan's neck and pulled her downwards, finding far less resistance than expected.
MM indeed allowed herself to be pulled down, her mouth opening wide as she took in The Biker's length. Her large hands began squeezing and massaging her thighs as Cassidy let out a groan, one hand on Evans's head as she felt the larger woman move her head back and forth, making her heart skip a beat. Her eyes widened as she realized that this might not have been the best position to be in. It was already too late as she began hitting her fists into MM's back, swearing and cursing as Evans rolled her eyes. She maintained her grip, suckling all the way to her base in a slow and steady fashion as her fingers squeezed and massaged Cassidy's orbs. She cursed the mandatory one-day abstinence that matches required as her feet began kicking in the air, starting to pant as her hips thrashed left and right helplessly. She was essentially a turtle, writhing in forced pleasure as Evans had her way with her shaft. Finally, she managed to hook both legs around MM's throat, applying tremendous force and throwing them to the left as MM scrambled to free herself. She began crawling, caught off-guard as Cassidy sneered. She shakily leaned upwards, still choking the big woman out. "Y-you dumb bitch! Maybe I'll shave these dumb pigtails after I win!" She cackled, pulling on MM's odd hairdo. Evans slowly managed to rise to her knees, her vision becoming blurry as she groaned and rose to her feet. She stumbled backwards and forth, feeling the darkness creep in as Cassidy would look down. She was upside down, and would pause as Mary held Cassidy's arms, using it to pull the biker chick up a few more inches before she fell down to her ass.
Cassidy was sprawled out over the mat, groaning in pain from the jury-rigged pile driver. Mary would spend several moments, spluttering across from Cassidy, shuddering and struggling to focus. Eventually she would stumble to her feet and come closer to Cassidy, holding her head up and staring into her eyes. "Oh I'm sorry darling! Oh please be okay, how many fingers am I holding up?" She asked in a panic as the referee awkwardly tried to squeeze between the two. The match break was called as Cassidy was inspected in her corner, hissing as bright lights passed over her pupils. "No unusual dilatation, but I really would prefer a proper concussion assessment." The doctor was forced backwards as Cassidy knocked her with her shoulder, yelling obscenities at Evans from her corner. Eventually the next round was given the go-ahead, Cassidy leaning down before sprinting forward once more. Expecting this, Evans would step forward with her arms outstretched, wrapping Evans in a tight bear hug. She picked her up and began squeezing, forcing Cassidy to grunt in pain, feet kicking beneath her! After several seconds of this she was finally dropped, stumbling and coughing before Evans pushed her into the corner. She was surprisingly quick, using her left arm to pin Cassidy's elbows above her head whilst her right hand pulled away at those pants once again. She gave a guilty look down as she wasted no time grabbing onto her cock and furiously stroking it. "I'm so sorry darling but I can't risk hurting you again! Shh...Just relax for me." Her honey-like voice would have soothed most brainless beasts, but Cassidy was a separate one all together. She scrambled and swore, groaning as her quivering shaft began to fail her, entranced by MM's soft fingers and quick motions. She even started to foam at the mouth, a sight that made several staff ask the presenter if she wanted to let the match continue.
She shrugged and leaned against the glass, making no calls for it to stop as Cassidy stopped her boot and cried out as her balls began to throb in need. "There we gooooo...Release~ Release for me sweetie~" MM chuckled, her eyes closed, totally unaware of Cassidy managing to worm her right arm free as she pulled away and delivered a sudden uppercut to MM's face. The big girl stumbled backwards, her eyes rolling in her head as she held a hand to her face. Cassidy took deep breaths in, leaning against the corner and glancing behind her. The crowd was almost silent, including the presenter, who gawked with her hands over her mouth in concern. Cassidy would slowly turn back around to see Evans looking down at her blood-soaked hand, her nose bleeding and her shoulders hunched. She loomed over The Biker, and before she could even open her mouth, she found herself hoisted in the air. Evans had wrapped her hand around Cassidy's throat, causing her to choke and struggle as her other hand grabbed onto crotch, not caring if her balls were squished as she slowly began lifting her above her head. "M-Mahrny!" Cassidy managed to choke out, her feet kicking as she struggled to breathe. "I-I...Dighnt...M-mean!" They were her last words as she was suddenly thrown towards the mat.
Cassidy would feel her eyes slowly open, being met with a white ceiling. Her entire face ached, and she could barely muster the energy to lean her head upwards as she looked to the side and instantly went pale. MM was sat besides her in a chair, smiling down at her. "Oh I knew you were coming around! How are you feeling?" Cassidy flinched as Evans put a hand to her forehead, clenching her jaw. "...Mohkay...I-Is my face..." She squinted in pain as Evans shook her head. "Oh no nothing's broken there, just a little swelling. There are those..." She motioned to Cassidy's left hand and leg, both in splints. "Oh don't worry, it's not too bad! They're more just in case, you really need to rest after our little scrap." She chuckled behind a hand as Cassidy simple glowered beneath her, whimpering as she struggled to sit up. "...W-what did you ask for after you won?" She questioned her after several moments of silence as Evans leaned closer. "Well I felt just awful after seeing you like that, so I asked to be your caregiver! Isn't that fun! We'll be together for a whole month, maybe more!" She beamed down as Cassidy opened her mouth, doubting she really needed that much time to rest. She quickly closed it however and nodded as the curtain to her section slid across. The ring physician stepped closer, reading down a chart.
"Try keep her still as much as you can. If she gets antsy here's some Lorazepam. No more than two milligrams a dose and no sooner than six hours apart. Do not go over eight milligrams in a day. If something goes wrong call me. There's some muscle relaxers in the drawer. Here's some cognitive tests for you to go through with her. If she starts to struggle, call me and I'll book a CT scan as soon as possible..." Cassidy looked bewildered, being treated like a child as Evans smiled and took the notes from her. "Got it. I love your new nails Doctor" The physician seemed to blush, holding a hand to her cheek. "Oh why thank you~" Her gaze turned to Cassidy and she scowled. "Get well soon." And with that, she had left, leaving Cassidy to sink into the bed as Mary flipped through the channels for her. "...Can I..." She looked over at her folded clothes, spotting her cigarette pack. "Oh there's no smoking in a hospital hun, besides I threw out those horrible death-sticks! I just kept the cardboard in case you like to collect them...Oh, maybe you could fit some mini-Polaroids into them!" She grinned as Cassidy let out a deep sigh. "...Thanks..." She shut her eyes, suppressing a scream as MM rambled on about switching out her dangerous motorbike with this adorable bike she found in a magazine that morning...
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