PART 17:
“You asked for this,” Alma said, aiming one of her tasers at the full backside presented before her.
The wrestler screamed as the electrified probes pierced the seat of her superhero costume. Alma had turned the voltage down a little since it was at full, but it still provided a serious jolt, enough to make Roxana emit a high-pitched shriek and drop to the ground and roll around in a comically uncontrolled manner. Alma chuckled at the sight, “You don’t get away from us. Nope, mess with us, and you’re gonna pay.” Clara picked herself up from the ground while Lupita put down the camera and closed the truck doors to keep Danita from escaping.
The wrestler was lying face down on the pavement, still quivering a bit, with a small puff of electrical smoke emanating from a hole in the backside of her suit between where the electric probes had hit. Through the suit, a bit of white flowered panty was showing, but the shock had singed a hole through that, too, and lots of red skin could be seen under it. Lupita laughed as she removed the taser probes and tossed them on the ground. “Don’t kick my friends, pendeja.” She grabbed the wrestler and pulled her back to her feet, where she occupied her hands with rubbing her sore behind. Clara had picked up the Camera to catch what was left of the scene of the tasing. Lupita turned her toward the camera, and removed her mask. Alma noticed tears running down her face under as the mask came off, no doubt from having been shocked. “Ah, Roxana, the Estonian wrestler,” Clara said in an almost reverent tone, adding, “If you weren’t trying to kick my ass, I might have been glad to meet you.” “Go to hell, you ugly little nobody’s!” Roxana spat. “That kind of language isn’t going to get you anywhere good,” Lupita said, smacking the wrestler’s still-smoking backside. Alma aimed the second taser at her, “Would you like some more?” Roxana cursed under her breath. “What was that? Unless you want another jolt, I suggest you start removing that costume.”
Roxana bowed her head and slowly started removing her costume. It first revealed a lilac sports bra, but it was the flowered panties that drew some chuckles from Lupita. “Turn around,” said Alma, “let the camera see the back.” Roxana turned her back to the camera, then bent her head down to see what the big deal was. Her right buttcheek was an angry red from the tasing, but what’s more, there was a singed hole in her white flowered panties, and a small column of smoke rising from it.
“Someone said you had a smoking-hot ass once on that wrestling show--I never knew they meant it literally!” Lupita laughed into the camera microphone as she filmed. “Clara, go get one of those pies, and make sure not to let our guest of honor out of the truck,” Alma ordered. Clara resented the order, but at least she hadn’t used an insulting term to address her, so she did as she was told. Besides, since Roxana had kicked her, she wanted to make her suffering last as long as she could.
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