Unfortunately I don’t have the money to order a custom, but Alexandria/Modest Mom has done such interesting, eclectic work that I fantasize about this one.
Biker chick Harper Rose is in her shiny silver one piece suit, her shiny silver leather boots, and her black leather motorcycle jacket, with her hair down. She also wears matching shiny silver knee pads, but under one of her pads her knee is heavily taped up with an Ace bandage.
She has her lit cigarette in hand and is walking with a slight limp to her pre-match interview. Harper pulls her smoke deep down into her lungs as she is interviewed.
HARPER, GOOD TO SEE YOU BACK. YOU HAD TO TAKE TIME OFF FOR AN INJURY, RIGHT?
“Yeah that Sugar hurt me and tried to put me out of wrestling, but she didn’t quite get the job done.”
WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?
“She trapped my leg in the ropes and then the cage door. She kept slamming it and twisting it. She was trying to cripple me, but guess what Sugar, I’m back and I’ll get my revenge.”
AND THEN YOU MISSED A FULL YEAR FROM THE RING AFTER GETTING PREGNANT?
“Yep, I’ve got another beautiful little girl I’m fighting for.”
YOU’RE STILL LIMPING A LITTLE. ARE YOU SURE YOUR KNEE IS STRONG ENOUGH TO WRESTLE TODAY?
“Definitely. This is just an easy match, a warm-up, part of my rehab.”
AN EASY MATCH? AGAINST MEGAN JONES IN THE CAGE?
“No worries. This bitch may be pretty good at catfighting, but she can’t match my in-ring skills.”
DON’T YOU THINK SHE’LL TRY TO TARGET YOUR ALREADY INJURED LEG?
“She doesn’t have the strength or skill to get my near my leg.”
STILL HAVEN’T GIVEN UP THE CIGARETTES I GUESS?
“Never will baby! I’ve been a smoker a heck of a longer than I’ve been a wrestler!”
WELL GOOD LUCK HARPER, AND BE CAREFUL IN THERE.
Megan Jones is in the ring, in her gear and boots. There is a gasmask hanging in the corner behind her.
Harper gingerly walks up the steps to the ring and the cage door, puts her cigarette between her lips and lets it dangle as she climbs between the ropes. The cage door is closed behind her. As Harper saunters to the far corner of the ring, Megan taunts her.
“What the hell? I’m supposed to wrestle this soft little bitch? Look at her, she’s tiny! And she’s got a gimpy leg, she’s already hurt. Oh, and a smoker? That’s a real athlete for you. This is gonna be good.”
Harper slips out of her leather motorcycle jacket and tosses it onto the top turnbuckle. She then takes two monster drags from her cigarette to finish it and tosses the butt out of the ring.
Harper is still exhaling smoke as she says, “Time for your wrestling lesson, bitch.”
The girls circle each other, and each time Harper goes for a lock-up, Megan agilely avoids her. Although Megan is much bigger, she is quicker on her feet than Harper, and Harper’s injured leg looks unsteady.
Finally, Megan allows the lock-up, then she easily powers Harper up against the turnbuckles where Harper had flung her leather jacket. Megan jams her forearm into Harper’s throat, choking her. Megan takes her arm away and delivers a hard chop to Harper’s chest. Harper’s hands go to her throat and chest and she has to use the ropes to stay on her feet.
Megan stomps back to her corner, mocking Harper, “How are your smoky lungs doing now, honey?”
Megan gets the gasmask from her corner and puts it on. The struggling Harper looks up and gasps out, “What the hell?”
Just then, a smoky gas or vapor creeps into the ring at Harper’s corner. Harper is coughing, gasping for air as the gas overwhelms her. Megan, in her gasmask, approaches and kicks Harper’s unprotected, already injured leg. Harper collapses in pain, screaming in between coughs. Megan stomps on her knee over and over. Harper is clawing at her own throat, seeking oxygen, unable to protect her limb.
Harper is gasping and coughing from the vapor as Megan picks up her injured leg and wraps it around one of the bottom ropes, putting pressure on it to inflict even more harm. Harper screams in between coughs as she feels her knee being shredded.
The gas masked Megan then admires her handiwork. She pulls Harper by the hair to the middle of the ring, then takes Harper by her armpits and lifts her up. But Harper’s leg is too ruined to support her own light weight, and she collapses as her knee gives out.
Megan gets down on her knees and chokes Harper with both hands. Then she lands chops and slaps to Harper’s already reddened chest.
Megan goes to the corner, grabs Harper’s black leather biker jacket, and throws it out the cage door. She then pulls Harper by the hair over to the cage door and opens it. Megan hops out of the ring so she is standing on the floor. She takes Harper’s ruined leg and pulls it over the bottom rope so Harper’s boot is sticking through the cage opening. Megan slams the cage door on Harper’s knee over and over. Harper is in terrible pain but too breathless and incapacitated to protect herself.
Megan then pulls Harper by the hair so that Harper’s head is through the cage door, exposing her red welted neck. As Harper spasms in pain, Megan grabs her leather jacket and wraps one of the leather arms around Harper’s throat and chokes her with her own jacket.
Megan closes the cage door on Harper’s throat, as she had on Harper’s knee, and leans against the door to choke Harper again.
The vapor machine stops spitting out gas and Megan takes off her gasmask.
Satisfied with her level of destruction, Megan takes Harper’s pack of Camel Blues out of her jacket and dumps the remaining cigarettes on Harper’s face, saying, “Looks like you could use a cigarette, you little slut. Good luck walking out of here. I just wanted to finish what Sugar started.” Then Megan puts the rubber gasmask over Harper’s head.
After Megan leaves, it takes Harper a long time to pull herself together and get the gasmask off her head. She is gasping for air and moaning from the pain in her leg. She has her cigarettes all over her and manages to find her lighter in her leather jacket. She lights up and the clip ends with Harper trying to catch her breath at the same time as she’s trying to calm herself with nicotine, and dealing with her severely injured leg.
