A twist from the hostage

Evelyn got her legs underneath her and kicked Tricia away. She rolled backwards to her feet as Tricia was also getting up.

"Alright, fine." Evelyn yanked the shoulder straps of her singlet down. "I underestimated you. Congratulations. But I'm ending this now."

"You're underestimating me." Tricia ripped her top off with one hand and her shorts off with the other. "Cunt, that don't change the fact that I've been owning you all fuckin' match."

Evelyn leaned back into the ropes as she pulled her singlet down and kicked it into the crowd. Even though she was the heel, some fans got in a fight over it. She arched her back and stretched, thrusting her tits forward, knowing that she had Tricia outsized.

"If you're that confident..." Evelyn stopped stretching, "then come get me."

Tricia marched forward, stopping just out of reach.

****

"No answer." Carli threw her phone at the wall.

Gabi put her face in both hands. "The new boss is getting her ass kicked by a nobody, our hostage is going nuts, our sister's being useless, and you're about to have another of your freakouts, aren't you?"

"Shut. The fuck. UP!" Carli, suddenly furious, got right up in Gabi's face and snarled. "I'll deal with the hostage, then I'll deal with Juli, then I'll crush probably both of them, then I'll..."

"LISTEN!" The bodybag unzipped itself and the hostage sat up.

"I've been trying to tell you both that I'd rather be on your side!"

Carli raised her eyebrows. Gabi sighed.

"You know the plan. Why would you?"

"Because I never get to do ANYTHING up in the states besides fight my family, over and over again. I'm not even a jobber, I just can't ever get a chance to show what I can do because I never get to wrestle anyone besides Mom, Sis and Amber. I wanted to join the Mexico league to get away from that! And I don't care what Aunt Isabel thinks and I don't think she's actually my aunt anyway. Also why do you think Tricia Stevens would throw a match for my sake?"

"Is Petty Luv really turning heel? Really?" Carli asked sarcastically.

"Just put the fake cuffs on me and take me out there like I'm a hostage. And when Izzy and whoever else come running to make the save, then..." Petty smiled.

"She looks just like Becky right now." Carli said. "I'm sold."

"Right." said Gabi. "We'll let the match finish on its own then spring the trap. Maybe Tricia wants in. Maybe we'll have to do some renegotiating with Evelyn..."