>>10439647Feisty and impulsive as always. The blood really does run hot with this one, Cassie thinks to herself. She wipes La Jefa's spit off of her face. She had intended to avoid any physicality prior to the match, but this situation seems likely to require a very direct and immediate response. Yes, it's clear what needs to happen. And with the way her heart is pounding, and the adrenaline flowing through her body... she knows she wants it.
As Rodolfo approaches with the bat, Cassie lunges toward him and punches the surprised man in the throat. His grip on the bat loosens and Cassie grabs it, turning and swinging for La Jefa's knees when she springs toward her.
There's a loud thud, and Raquel moans a string of expletives in Spanish as she crumples to the floor. Cassie mounts her, pressing the bat down across her throat, restricting her breathing. "Alright 'amiga', you wanted me pissed off? Hmm?" Cassie hisses. "You're not getting the match tonight, not when we're scheduled to do it on PPV. That'd just be bad business. And I don't do bad business."
La Jefa claws at the bat and gasps for breath. "No, no we're not done yet, sweetheart," Cassie says. "Did I say 30% earlier? Make it 40."
She grunts with effort as she applies more force to the bat pressed against La Jefa's throat, then just as it looks as if the Latina is about to pass out she pulls it away, and gets to her feet.
Bat in hand, she stalks toward Rodolfo and smashes the bat into his ribs as he leaps toward her. He drops to the floor, and Cassie delivers at least a dozen more strikes to the grounded man. Then she grabs him by one arm, and drags him across the stage until he's in front of La Jefa.
"I want you in one piece for our match, Raquel, otherwise, this would be you." Cassie rests her boot on the back of a bloodied Rodolfo's head as she speaks. Catching her breath, La Jefa sits up, glaring at Cassie with hatred in her eyes. "But test my patience again, Raquel, and I just might reconsider."
