The bad girls pound Casey some more

Chichi turned back and tossed a swift kick to Casey’s belly. She then grabbed Casey by the leg, dragging her to her corner where Amazon grinned anxiously. Casey clawed desperately at the mat, but only delayed the inevitable.

Chichi climbed the turnbuckle before tagging Amazon. She pulled down the top rope and stepped over it, actually seeming to ignore Casey momentarily. She instead reached up and took Chichi around the waist, lifting her like she was a feather and swinging her feet first downward. What resulted was Casey receiving an Amazon-powered stomp from Chichi straight into her belly.

“OOOOFFF!” she grunted as Chichi raised her hands triumphantly like a gymnast dismounting a balance beam.
“The Amazon Spike, bitches and bastards!” she bragged, flexing her tiny arms before retreating to her corner.

The Amazon grabbed the injured Casey by her tits, holding her from behind as she lifted her off the ground. She held Casey suspended in midair by her handfuls of tit flesh, laughing derisively. “Come save your daughter, Mama. Go on and break the rules. Can’t do it, can you? Even to save your little slut of a kid?”

Mama growled in her corner, but could only wring the ropes between her hands, fretting.
“This is why I love goody two-shoes like these,” Chichi giggled from her corner as Casey bawled from the pain. “So easy to pick on.”

“Yea,” Amazon smirked. “Almost too easy.” She threw Casey away, letting her hit the ground like a dead fish near Mama’s feet. She and Amazon shared leers.

“Tag her,” grunted Amazon. “It’s you I want in here, blubber tits.” Amazon was still seething from her last defeat at Mama’s hands.