Casey wrests charge

Casey and Mimi clashed briefly, trading slaps to the face rapidly before Mimi slugged the cowgirl in the gut, hitting her hard enough to lift her toes off the mat. She grabbed hold of Casey’s shorts and neck as she doubled over, flinging Casey into the air in a powerful suplex.

Casey landed on the other side of the ring, but rolled quickly to her feet. She looked down and gaped briefly, seeing that the maid still held her shorts on the other side of the ring. Casey’s bottoms had been ripped off already, even before her top.

“Ah, nakeed zo zoon? Zo anxious for defeat, you are.”
“Just gettin’ into the spirit of things,” Casey smirked, reacting quicker than Mimi had expected. She took the maid in a hammerlock, twisting her arm behind her back and forcing it painfully. She drove the maid to her knees, shoving her chest-first into the turnbuckle. Mimi wailed in a high pitch as squirts of milk were **** from her chest.

“Damn, fine set of udders on ya for a heel. You’re nearly milky as mama.”