get help from her family... the dark side

Casey knocked on the dressing room door.

“Enter,” said the lackluster voice. She never really left the arena, as far as Casey knew.

She was sitting on the floor of her dressing room, knees up to her chest. It was not for lack of furniture, because she was doing so right next to quite a comfortable chair. “Hello, aunt Becky…”

Becky turned and leered daggers. “YOU!” She charged like a rhino, Casey quickly remembering what she’d forgotten. She put her cowboy hat back on, Becky’s eyes clearing and slowing her charge enough that she only casually bumped chests with Casey. She still looked angry, but not bloodthirsty.

“Oh. It’s you. Get lost so you can dive in to the rescue next time I start to wail on my sister.”
“It’s about that. Mama’s been kidnapped, Aunt Becky.”
"So what? Good for her."
"Come on! The New Nation has her locked up, and you're one of the top fighters around. I could really use..."
“Don’t care. Let her rot. That’s what she did to me.”
“She didn’t come to visit you in the hospital because they wouldn’t let her. You would’ve tried to kill her even if you were tied up.”
“Coulda got her, too,” Becky grumbled. “If I just got my toes in her eyesockets…”

“Aunt Becky, just how do you think the league got you out of that place and into the same STATE as Mama?”
“They’re fuckin’ rich. They’ve got connections,” Becky murmured.
“Mama vouched for you, Aunt Becky. She took responsibility for whatever you did when you came here. No matter what you did to this place, or what you did to her, she’d take it on her shoulders.”

Becky paused, but sat back down on the floor. “Don’t care. Bitch still ruined my life, and ain’t nothing gonna change that.”

“Alright, fine. Be heartless, ya bitch,” Casey huffed.
“Nice appeal, Juggy Junior.”
“Fine. But I’m just saying, right now, Mama’s out there being **** and beaten.”
“Hehe…” Becky chuckled softly to herself.

“By other people, at that. All defenseless, tied up and gagged…”
Becky was quiet, but grinned grimly.
“And it sure would blow her mind if her little sister showed up, fists flying as she beat up the girls she failed against…” Casey bit her lip to keep from smiling at her own ingenuity.

Becky sighed and stood up, trying to act casual while her face was beaming ear to ear.

“Sweety, meet me out back in an hour with the family pickup. I know heartless bitches better than you do, and I can tell you they won’t make this easy. I’m gonna have to call in a favor or two.”
“But we could get Rochell, and the twins might even…”
“I said I know heartless bitches, twerp. And your friends aren’t any of them. MINE are.”

Casey left the building, Becky laughing loudly as she picked up her cel phone. “I am gonna spit in that woman’s face when I get my hands on her.”