Post by boobytrap on Aug 30, 2018 21:16:21 GMT
The crowd was restless and eager for the start of the FAWN festivities, filled to near capacity the din of the crowd was a bit overwhelming but not out of control. The cameras had not gone live and will not till the completion of the next match. Known as a Dark match, the battle will not be televised and will only be seen by the in-person spectators and those’ll watch a poor-quality version on Youtube, thanks to those recording it on their smartphones. The last few people were finding their seats when an unfamiliar theme started playing over the speakers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
(Kick Punch-Adam Warrock)
Stepping through the curtain was a short but curvaceous Black woman, playfully dancing along with the music with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the newcomer, smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the CASSAVA ONIKA was at the top of screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that ended showing a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric keeping her C Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). Dangling from an empty belt loop on the left side is a gold Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. She chose to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
Still at the top of the ramp, Cassava swung her hips into a turn that put her back to the back to the audience showcasing an ass that would make LaKeisha Bates self conscious. Doing a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling audience, fans saw that Onika had airbrushed the face of her opponent Maiden America on the back of her shorts. One on each cheek, they bounced and jiggled. At one point, Cassava dipped low and made the twin patriots ‘kiss’ to a suddenly roaring audience, before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way. The PA finally gives her a formal introduction.
“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing at 5 feet and 2 inches tall, weighing in at 125 lbs, the woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!!”
It was a much larger reaction than one would expect foe a rookie wrestler making her FAWN debut, even for someone as attractive as Cassava. What separated her from the rest of new blood is that the wrestler from Iowa had been had a popular online personality for years, reviewing and reacting to FAWN merchandise. Just days before she made the headline of the Dirtsheets and gaming sites from her most recent video…
It was a much larger reaction than one would expect foe a rookie wrestler making her FAWN debut, even for someone as attractive as Cassava. What separated her from the rest of new blood is that the wrestler from Iowa had been had a popular online personality for years, reviewing and reacting to FAWN merchandise. Just days before she made the headline of the Dirtsheets and gaming sites from her most recent video…
“Hello FAWNATICS! It’s me, your Milk Chocolate Mauler, the woman of 1000 Hip attacks, Cassava Onika! Today on FAWN Finds we’re looking the much beloved and constantly updated FAWNMANIA video game, for this episode I’m doing a walkthrough of the Story Mode for my favorite wrestler of all time Kylie Sanders.”
Dressed in a “Kylie Corps 4 Eva” t-shirt with skirt and hosiery, she sat in a recliner surrounded what seems to be every FAWN product ever created. Action figures, plushies posters, clothing, and all manner of goodies. Facing an unseen tv screen, her camera positioned on her good side, Cassava played the game while explaining and reacting to all the references the game hid in plain sight. Entertaining her viewers with her insight, commentary, brief moments of singing and rapping, and cries of hilarious fury when fighting difficult bosses.
Cassava was a veteran gamer and a pro wrestling expert, allowing her to go through Kylie Sanders storyline and beat Cynthia Mitchell in an Empty Arena Match, while taking ZERO damage. A previously unheard-of feat.
“HAHA! Take that, you evil bitch!” Cassava hollered gleefully. “Alright, that’s it for today’s walkthrough. A great game, full score in all areas, it…. wait. What’s happening?”
Instead of rolling the credits, the game faded to black and smashed cut to a live action shot of Bethany Christian in her ring gear of a burgundy one-piece that accentuated her long legs and impressive bust.
A few feet across from her was the comparatively diminutive Kylie Sanders, the clearly reluctant blonde was dressed in her ‘good girl’ attire; yellow-gold halter that showed off her midriff, and boy-cut spandex trunks of the same hue, a black University of Iowa tigerhawk logo on her right hip.
Cassava leaned forward in in her chair in rapt attention. “I think I unlocked a secret match or something, tell me in comments if someone knows about this!”
In the ring Bethany drives the toe of her right boot into Kylie’s navel, doubling her over with a “guaff!” The brunette quickly ensnared her waists and lifted her on to her shoulders with ease, walking forward a few steps, Bethany powerbombs her in front of the corner!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2BBy5kaldI
Kylie looks up at the lights, legs and arms akimbo, gurgling in pain. Christian with a coy smile grasps the blond by the hair and sits her in the corner, head leaning under the middle turnbuckle. Feeling like a cat that cornered a mouse, Bethany turns her back to the downed Sanders and gives Kylie’s face a through scrubbing with her rear. Moving in a quick and forceful figure 8, she grinds her ass against Kylie’s features, the Iowa native’s muffled protests sending pleasing vibrations through her undercarriage. If a ref were present this humilation would have gone past a 5 count into 10 before Christian ceased, letting a gasping and sweaty Kylie free, stumbling onto her side, trying to crawl away to safety. Bethany; not done with her toy, walks ahead of her and grabs her by the hair again, half dragging her to the neighbouring corner.
Setting up Kylie in what Bethany considered her signature position, she turned her back to Sanders to give her another taste of the powerful buns in FAWN. Going up, down, and side to side; Christian bit back laughter as she felt Kylie tapping surrender on her right hip. Grabbing both of Kylie’s flailing arms by the wrists, she pulled the blonde forward while centering her weight on Kylie’s face, swiveling her hips back and forth. This time the commissioner waited for a 15 count before stepping away and letting Kylie do her impression of a beached whale. Then almost tenderly, Bethany took Sanders in her arms and carried her like a new bride… over to another corner, and did exactly what you think she did (this time for a 20 count), before heading to the final corner post giving the longest facesit of the evening(a 25 count); having to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out, Bethany truly understood why the heels consider Kylie’s ‘The best face in wrestling’.
Throughout all this Cassava stared mouth agape, practically drooling as mentally noted to edit this scene out and add to the ‘special folder’ on her laptop. Only when the game switched back to it’s high level graphics and started the secret boss level of Bethany Christian did she break out of her lustful trance. Wiping her mouth with her back of her hand, Cassava beat the final boss and etched her name in gaming history.
Slipping into the ring under the bottom rope, Cassava shadow boxed a bit to warm up and pulled against the ropes, getting a sense of their elasticity while waiting for her opponent. The opening strains of Lenny Kravitz’s American woman began playing to a suddenly roaring audience. Red, white, and blue pyrotechnics go off amidst the entrance of FAWN’s first superhero, MAIDEN AMERICA.
Trading in her face paint for a movie quality blue domino mask, the rest of her attire was her classic look. The striking blonde wore a white bikini top outlined in gold with blue bikini briefs with gold tassels lining her waist, and red lace up boots protecting her feet. Standing in the classic superheroine pose with hands on hips, she observed the screaming fans for a few moments before running to the ring and saluting the crowd on all four sides.
“From The U! S! A! Standing at 5 feet and 5 inches tall, weighing in at 120 lbs, she is Maiden America!”
The love for the patriotic pugilist wasn’t just nostalgia, since her departure from FAWN Maiden has made it her mission to wrestle in all 50 states of America. No matter how small or strange the promotion the Spread-eagle Superheroine showed up to fight, sharing videos documenting the history of local businesses and charities to show that the American Dream was still being fought for. It’s not often a wrestler who embodies the United States becomes an Indie darling, but Maiden America has won the heart and minds of the nation.
A trembling Cassava approaches the Maiden of Might with her autograph book in hand, the blonde battler narrows her eyes as the rookie approaches, readying herself for a preemptive strike. With a shaky voice Cassava greets the primary colored woman.
“I’m so sorry to do this now but I’ve been a fan of you for so long… could I get your autograph before we start the match?” asked Cassava holding out her autograph book and pen in her quivering hands.
Maiden America stared at an increasingly nervous Cassava with an even gaze before replying with “of course, citizen.” Taking the book and pen in hand, M.A, gave her John Hancock before handing them back to a blushing Onika. After thanking her profusely, Cassava handed her autograph book to a ringhand before heading to her corner. Tonight’s referee Al Carpenter gives Maiden America a quick pat down for foreign objects that she submits to in a professional manner, the official then heads over to Onika to do the same.
Cassava holds out her arms and Al gives them a quick check, then gets down on one knee to make sure nothing’s hidden on her legs. As soon as Al’s knee hits the canvas, Onika spins, grabs the ropes, leans forward to thrust her jaw dropping rear at the startled official.
“Wha… what?” Sputters Carpenter amidst the chuckles and catcalls of an amused audience. Cassava gives her head a tilt and gives her ass a shimmy, “go, on. Finish your check.”
The audience’s teasing rise in volume in tandem to Al’s inching hands. Closer… CLOSER… ALMOS-his hands shoot down and taps Cassava’s legs and ankles like the wings of a humming bird and the ref quickly backs away. The crowd gives off a disappointed groan (mostly in jest) and while Cassava gives a cute pout, then shrugs and assumes the standard ready position for the match. Al finally motions for the bell, it rings throughout stadium as the wrestlers circle each other, looking for an opening.
At almost the same time, the Superheroine and the Superfan go into an Elbow and Collar Tie Up, jockeying for the power position in the center of the ring. After a tense 10 seconds, the blonde uses her height advantage to gain leverage and forces Cassava to backpedal until her shoulder blades hits the turn buckles. Maiden let the rookie feel her strength for a 2 count before breaking cleanly and backing to the center of ring. The dyed blonde shakes her arms loose and mentally kicks herself giving ground do easily in her first match. Putting her hands up she goes for another tie up and America obliges, clashing this time for 15 seconds, Maiden America began to slowly edge Cassava back till the shorter woman bore down and used her deceptively strong legs to steamroll forward till the primary colored patriot bangs against the buckles. America tenses, waiting for Onika attack so she can counter. To her surprise, Cassava breaks cleanly at the count of 2, and backs to the middle of the canvas.
Maiden America nods her approval and Cassava smiles, wanting to leave a good impression was her goal, win or lose (though she did want to win). Onika put her right hand in the air and waggled her fingers, calling for a test of strength; Maiden America approaches cautiously with her left arm raised, their fingers interlock and their palms meet. The remaining pair of arms soon join them; the contrasting duo strain against each other, arms bulging, faces twisted in concentration, their bodies began to break out in perspiration. Who ever breaks the tie would set the tone for the match, that was the unsaid conclusion they both came to. Soon Cassava felt her wrists being bent back, letting soft grunts she tried as hard as she could to reverse the flow, but she was slowly going to one knee. Maiden America shifts her arms to exert more pressure, looking to humble the rookie in her first bout. Onika was really shaking now, putting all her effort into not genuflecting to Captain America but with smaller breasts (how does Chris Evans do it?), her knee hovering millimetres from the mat, most of the crowd rallying behind the FAWN original, the rest supporting the Social Media Empress.
“GGRRAGH!!” With an unfeminine yell that she’ll later be embarrassed by later, Cassava surges up and turns the tables on the flag-waving fatale. Turning her wrists back and putting her on both knees before you can say Church and State. Maiden grimaces at this new position and prepares to lean back into a bridge to get back control, before she can Cassava side-steps while maintaining the hold and blasts America in the face with a hip check! (hip attack 22)
“Umpf!” M.A’s head whips back by the force of the blow, America was too surprised by the strength in Onika’s right cheek to brace herself for the next hit, and the next, and the next…
Using her kung fu grip on the kneeling woman’s hands, Cassava pulls her forward while popping her right hip out to meet her face with almost concussive force. Turning the patriot into a painful Yo-yo, the stadium counted along with each cheeky hit.
1!
2!
3!
4! (she switches to her other cheek)
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
Cassava swings their arms together in a single strand and turns her back completely to use both barrels (in this case buns)
10!!
The last hit knocks Maiden America free, sending her tumbling in a backwards somersault, landing eyes to the sky. Cassava takes a second to flash the biceps to the crowd before leaping over for the cover.
1! 2! Maiden kicks out! The blonde brawler shoves Onika off with authority and gets to a seated position, only getting a moment to get her bearings when the former brunette takes her left arm and pulls it into a hammerlock. With her new hold Cassava painfully pulls M.A. to a standing position, America slaps her shoulder, trying to alleviate the pain.
“I know this is a weird moment to fangirl out, but this is just like the time you fought your Russian duplicate from the Anti-matter universe,” gushed Onika, pulling her toward the nearest turnbuckle.
“How do you know about the Russian Doll?!” Maiden America whispers harshly.
“Who? I was talking about that webcomic that got big a while back, what are you talking about?”
Cassava was VERY interested in this potentially earth-shattering development. So much so that her grip loosened, allowing M.A to reverse the hold bringing Cassava to her tip toes. Leaving questions of multiversal adventures unanswered, she arranges the Milk Chocolate Mauler in the corner with her arm trapped between the middle turnbuckle and her back. Stepping away quickly the Maiden fires a backhanded chop at Cassava’s décolletage, the slap echoing around the arena with the pavlovian response of “WOOO!” from the fans. A short cry escapes Cassava’s clenched teeth as she frees her arm and brings both to her reddening chest. Maiden America pushes her hands out of the way to unload a barrage of chops. One(woo!) two(woo!) three(woo!) four(woo!); each strike increasing in power, sending a wave through Onika’s upper body, her arms involuntarily flying in the air.
Maiden goes for a 5th chop only for Cassava to duck and charge under, she grabs M.A by the hip and shoulder and shoves her back first against the buckles.
“AH HA!” Onika gives a triumphant cry and goes to into her own chop session… only for America to grab the offending arm to reverse spots and pull Cassava back into the corner, this time sending overhand chops to Cassava’s inviting breasts. The mocha skinned wrestler gave a series of yelps as the patriot used her boobs as a game of Whack-A-Mole, only ceasing when Maiden America paused to give her palm a long lick. She wind milled for the biggest chop of the night and Cassava flinched and crossed her arms protectively over her bounty to the amusement of the crowd. America just fired the slap to Onika’s midsection, doubling her over and driving the air out of her lungs. The blonde grabs the bent Cassava by the scruff of her neck and the hem of her togs, she bum rushes her out of the corner into a run, giving her a slight wedgie. Cassava turns at the last moment; letting the ropes hit her backs instead of her sensitive breasts, rebounding off the strands to face an airborne Maiden America with legs extended out. In the time it took Onika to hit the far ropes, America bounced off the nearest set and launched into a sprint, leaping into the air she clapped her thighs on Cassava’s head and reared back. Using their momentum to spin Onika to the mat with explosive impact! Before Cassava could flatten out the brightly colored American gathered her upturned legs under her arms placed her weight on the folded woman’s chest for the pin, completing her signature Rocket’s Red Glare.
Rocket’s Red Glare
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CAh3MAPViU
Referee Al Carpenter dives to the ground and starts the count. 1! 2! 3! Maiden gets off the breathless woman to raise arm her arms to crowd, only for the ref to grab her shoulder.
“’Sorry ‘merica, doesn’t count,” Al points to Cassava’s right hand latched on the bottom rope just in time to beat the count. The Mighty Maiden grumbled a bit but didn’t take it out on the official, lifted the dizzy Cassava by the hair and arm and threw her away with an Irish whip to the opposite cables. As she rebounds The American Avenger goes to decapitate her with a clothesline but Cassava ducks at just the right moment letting Maiden American run past her to bounce off the adjacent ropes. Cassava waits for just the right moment and blasts her in the face with a Rear view! (hip attack 378)
Rear View
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What may seem like a standard version of the Rear View to the untrained eye, was a precise series of subtle movements. As Cassava’s ass contacted Maiden America’s forehead; The junk in her trunk was alternating in a pinball machine pattern while the left glute tensed and the right relaxed. This forces the Maiden’s momentum to curve, making her land a few feet away from the only untouched corner of night. Maiden America manages to shake the cobwebs loose and get to all fours while Cassava raises her hands in the air swinging her arms at the elbows, signaling her long-time fans for her next move.
Maiden America struggles to both feet and turns only to be have Cassava’s fingers clamp down like vice on the heroine’s head! The more knowledgeable in crowd shout “GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT!!” at the top of their lungs, Onika is known for borrowing a move form her adversary from time to time in the indies. Using Maiden America’s own Iron Claw against her, Cassava’s digits dig into Maidens America’s forehead, cheeks, and temples. The blonde’s hands could only slap weakly at Cassava’s arms as all strength had left her body.
“Let me know later if I’m not doing this right, I would really love your feedback,” Cassava asks earnestly, Maiden America could only gurgle in response. She would have thought her attacker was mocking her if not for the honest look in her eyes. At this point M.A.’s body was so racked with pain she would have collapsed if not for the shorter woman supporting her weight through her grip on her nerve endings; her arms hung limp at her sides, her eyes crossed and fluttering. Cassava walked the White woman in Red and Blue into the corner and sat her on the floor. Cassava looks over her shoulder to the crowd, cocks her left hip out to the audience and gives it a couple of impish pats with a grin. The crowd starts screaming at signal of a FAWN favorite spot.
She quickly bounds over to the seated super and backs into the corner in a stranding straddle of Maiden’s waist; grasping the top rope from below for leverage, she performs her very first booty pop of her FAWN career! Swivelling her hips in wide side-to-side motion that forced Maiden America’s face along its embarrassing path. What seemed like just an exclamation point on the rookie’s domination of a long-time veteran was more than it seemed. This version of the booty pop forces the victim’s neck to whiplash, which will slow the Maiden’s movements and reflexes. The larger than usual rotation of the ass causes Cassava’s frontage to bounce wildly, much to the delight of the audience and to the distraction of the referee. Even a professional such Al Carpenter is still a man, and when there’s a pair jugs jumbling, a man needs a moment to commit it to memory. This biological manipulation buys Onika some extra scrubbing time, it takes an exceptional high pitched and muffled scream from Maiden America to shake Al out of his daze and start his five count (hip attack 146).
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Cassava breaks at four and a half, just avoiding a DQ, leaving a gasping M.A. in the corner, trying to get the taste of Superfan out of her mouth. “Just one last stop on the Cassava train, Ms. America,” she says with a smirk as she pulls the patriot up to a standing position by the armpits. As soon as Maiden America was flat footed; Cassava dipped down into a self inflicted headscissors, placing her hands behind the blonde’s knees she stood up draping Maiden America down her back, her head just below Onika’s glutes showcasing her worried face from between her thick thighs. Switching to an overhand grip; Cassava stretches till she’s standing on the tips of her toes and drops down at full force, SLAMMING Maiden America into the canvas and crushing her under the weight of her awesome ass (hip attack 222).
Upside down Cake: Axe Guillotine Driver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOlyOyXCMQo&t=1s)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOlyOyXCMQo&t=1s 1:00
Letting go of Maiden’s legs so they flop to the ground, Onika leans back and unhooks her legs from America’s shoulders stretches them out so the heroine lies flat on the mat. Maiden America’s head all but disappears, her nose between Cassava’s cheeks like a curious dog. Onika silently motions for the ref the count, which he does after a glance to make sure both shoulders were to the canvas. 1! 2! 3!
“Your winner is Cassava Onika!” The announcer adds the finishing touch to her victory, the Black brawler dismounts from her perch to climb to the tope rope of each corner to scream her elation to her fans. Maiden America didn’t move an inch during the count or Onika’s victory lap, only rousing when Al Carpenter snapped an ammonia capsule under her nose.
Sputtering awake, Maiden America looks at the ref’s expression and realizes she’d lost her return match. Biting back her disappointment, she puts one hand on Al’s shoulder and M.A. struggles to her feet, seeing that her defeated foe was awake Cassava approaches slowly and offers a handshake, “no hard feelings, right?” she asks nervously.
Maiden America stares at the hand for a long moment… then takes it in her own, “Not at all, great match.” Cassava lets out a sigh of relief as one of her role models shakes her hand, the spectators giving a respectful applause at this scene of sportsmanship. FAWN’s first superhero makes her exit as Cassava leans over the ropes to speak to the front row where she recognized some reporters from wrestling news sites.
“This was just the start! You better pay attention cause I’m taking this place over!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
(Kick Punch-Adam Warrock)
Stepping through the curtain was a short but curvaceous Black woman, playfully dancing along with the music with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the newcomer, smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the CASSAVA ONIKA was at the top of screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that ended showing a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric keeping her C Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). Dangling from an empty belt loop on the left side is a gold Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. She chose to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
Still at the top of the ramp, Cassava swung her hips into a turn that put her back to the back to the audience showcasing an ass that would make LaKeisha Bates self conscious. Doing a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling audience, fans saw that Onika had airbrushed the face of her opponent Maiden America on the back of her shorts. One on each cheek, they bounced and jiggled. At one point, Cassava dipped low and made the twin patriots ‘kiss’ to a suddenly roaring audience, before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way. The PA finally gives her a formal introduction.
“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing at 5 feet and 2 inches tall, weighing in at 125 lbs, the woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!!”
It was a much larger reaction than one would expect foe a rookie wrestler making her FAWN debut, even for someone as attractive as Cassava. What separated her from the rest of new blood is that the wrestler from Iowa had been had a popular online personality for years, reviewing and reacting to FAWN merchandise. Just days before she made the headline of the Dirtsheets and gaming sites from her most recent video…
It was a much larger reaction than one would expect foe a rookie wrestler making her FAWN debut, even for someone as attractive as Cassava. What separated her from the rest of new blood is that the wrestler from Iowa had been had a popular online personality for years, reviewing and reacting to FAWN merchandise. Just days before she made the headline of the Dirtsheets and gaming sites from her most recent video…
“Hello FAWNATICS! It’s me, your Milk Chocolate Mauler, the woman of 1000 Hip attacks, Cassava Onika! Today on FAWN Finds we’re looking the much beloved and constantly updated FAWNMANIA video game, for this episode I’m doing a walkthrough of the Story Mode for my favorite wrestler of all time Kylie Sanders.”
Dressed in a “Kylie Corps 4 Eva” t-shirt with skirt and hosiery, she sat in a recliner surrounded what seems to be every FAWN product ever created. Action figures, plushies posters, clothing, and all manner of goodies. Facing an unseen tv screen, her camera positioned on her good side, Cassava played the game while explaining and reacting to all the references the game hid in plain sight. Entertaining her viewers with her insight, commentary, brief moments of singing and rapping, and cries of hilarious fury when fighting difficult bosses.
Cassava was a veteran gamer and a pro wrestling expert, allowing her to go through Kylie Sanders storyline and beat Cynthia Mitchell in an Empty Arena Match, while taking ZERO damage. A previously unheard-of feat.
“HAHA! Take that, you evil bitch!” Cassava hollered gleefully. “Alright, that’s it for today’s walkthrough. A great game, full score in all areas, it…. wait. What’s happening?”
Instead of rolling the credits, the game faded to black and smashed cut to a live action shot of Bethany Christian in her ring gear of a burgundy one-piece that accentuated her long legs and impressive bust.
A few feet across from her was the comparatively diminutive Kylie Sanders, the clearly reluctant blonde was dressed in her ‘good girl’ attire; yellow-gold halter that showed off her midriff, and boy-cut spandex trunks of the same hue, a black University of Iowa tigerhawk logo on her right hip.
Cassava leaned forward in in her chair in rapt attention. “I think I unlocked a secret match or something, tell me in comments if someone knows about this!”
In the ring Bethany drives the toe of her right boot into Kylie’s navel, doubling her over with a “guaff!” The brunette quickly ensnared her waists and lifted her on to her shoulders with ease, walking forward a few steps, Bethany powerbombs her in front of the corner!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2BBy5kaldI
Kylie looks up at the lights, legs and arms akimbo, gurgling in pain. Christian with a coy smile grasps the blond by the hair and sits her in the corner, head leaning under the middle turnbuckle. Feeling like a cat that cornered a mouse, Bethany turns her back to the downed Sanders and gives Kylie’s face a through scrubbing with her rear. Moving in a quick and forceful figure 8, she grinds her ass against Kylie’s features, the Iowa native’s muffled protests sending pleasing vibrations through her undercarriage. If a ref were present this humilation would have gone past a 5 count into 10 before Christian ceased, letting a gasping and sweaty Kylie free, stumbling onto her side, trying to crawl away to safety. Bethany; not done with her toy, walks ahead of her and grabs her by the hair again, half dragging her to the neighbouring corner.
Setting up Kylie in what Bethany considered her signature position, she turned her back to Sanders to give her another taste of the powerful buns in FAWN. Going up, down, and side to side; Christian bit back laughter as she felt Kylie tapping surrender on her right hip. Grabbing both of Kylie’s flailing arms by the wrists, she pulled the blonde forward while centering her weight on Kylie’s face, swiveling her hips back and forth. This time the commissioner waited for a 15 count before stepping away and letting Kylie do her impression of a beached whale. Then almost tenderly, Bethany took Sanders in her arms and carried her like a new bride… over to another corner, and did exactly what you think she did (this time for a 20 count), before heading to the final corner post giving the longest facesit of the evening(a 25 count); having to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out, Bethany truly understood why the heels consider Kylie’s ‘The best face in wrestling’.
Throughout all this Cassava stared mouth agape, practically drooling as mentally noted to edit this scene out and add to the ‘special folder’ on her laptop. Only when the game switched back to it’s high level graphics and started the secret boss level of Bethany Christian did she break out of her lustful trance. Wiping her mouth with her back of her hand, Cassava beat the final boss and etched her name in gaming history.
Slipping into the ring under the bottom rope, Cassava shadow boxed a bit to warm up and pulled against the ropes, getting a sense of their elasticity while waiting for her opponent. The opening strains of Lenny Kravitz’s American woman began playing to a suddenly roaring audience. Red, white, and blue pyrotechnics go off amidst the entrance of FAWN’s first superhero, MAIDEN AMERICA.
Trading in her face paint for a movie quality blue domino mask, the rest of her attire was her classic look. The striking blonde wore a white bikini top outlined in gold with blue bikini briefs with gold tassels lining her waist, and red lace up boots protecting her feet. Standing in the classic superheroine pose with hands on hips, she observed the screaming fans for a few moments before running to the ring and saluting the crowd on all four sides.
“From The U! S! A! Standing at 5 feet and 5 inches tall, weighing in at 120 lbs, she is Maiden America!”
The love for the patriotic pugilist wasn’t just nostalgia, since her departure from FAWN Maiden has made it her mission to wrestle in all 50 states of America. No matter how small or strange the promotion the Spread-eagle Superheroine showed up to fight, sharing videos documenting the history of local businesses and charities to show that the American Dream was still being fought for. It’s not often a wrestler who embodies the United States becomes an Indie darling, but Maiden America has won the heart and minds of the nation.
A trembling Cassava approaches the Maiden of Might with her autograph book in hand, the blonde battler narrows her eyes as the rookie approaches, readying herself for a preemptive strike. With a shaky voice Cassava greets the primary colored woman.
“I’m so sorry to do this now but I’ve been a fan of you for so long… could I get your autograph before we start the match?” asked Cassava holding out her autograph book and pen in her quivering hands.
Maiden America stared at an increasingly nervous Cassava with an even gaze before replying with “of course, citizen.” Taking the book and pen in hand, M.A, gave her John Hancock before handing them back to a blushing Onika. After thanking her profusely, Cassava handed her autograph book to a ringhand before heading to her corner. Tonight’s referee Al Carpenter gives Maiden America a quick pat down for foreign objects that she submits to in a professional manner, the official then heads over to Onika to do the same.
Cassava holds out her arms and Al gives them a quick check, then gets down on one knee to make sure nothing’s hidden on her legs. As soon as Al’s knee hits the canvas, Onika spins, grabs the ropes, leans forward to thrust her jaw dropping rear at the startled official.
“Wha… what?” Sputters Carpenter amidst the chuckles and catcalls of an amused audience. Cassava gives her head a tilt and gives her ass a shimmy, “go, on. Finish your check.”
The audience’s teasing rise in volume in tandem to Al’s inching hands. Closer… CLOSER… ALMOS-his hands shoot down and taps Cassava’s legs and ankles like the wings of a humming bird and the ref quickly backs away. The crowd gives off a disappointed groan (mostly in jest) and while Cassava gives a cute pout, then shrugs and assumes the standard ready position for the match. Al finally motions for the bell, it rings throughout stadium as the wrestlers circle each other, looking for an opening.
At almost the same time, the Superheroine and the Superfan go into an Elbow and Collar Tie Up, jockeying for the power position in the center of the ring. After a tense 10 seconds, the blonde uses her height advantage to gain leverage and forces Cassava to backpedal until her shoulder blades hits the turn buckles. Maiden let the rookie feel her strength for a 2 count before breaking cleanly and backing to the center of ring. The dyed blonde shakes her arms loose and mentally kicks herself giving ground do easily in her first match. Putting her hands up she goes for another tie up and America obliges, clashing this time for 15 seconds, Maiden America began to slowly edge Cassava back till the shorter woman bore down and used her deceptively strong legs to steamroll forward till the primary colored patriot bangs against the buckles. America tenses, waiting for Onika attack so she can counter. To her surprise, Cassava breaks cleanly at the count of 2, and backs to the middle of the canvas.
Maiden America nods her approval and Cassava smiles, wanting to leave a good impression was her goal, win or lose (though she did want to win). Onika put her right hand in the air and waggled her fingers, calling for a test of strength; Maiden America approaches cautiously with her left arm raised, their fingers interlock and their palms meet. The remaining pair of arms soon join them; the contrasting duo strain against each other, arms bulging, faces twisted in concentration, their bodies began to break out in perspiration. Who ever breaks the tie would set the tone for the match, that was the unsaid conclusion they both came to. Soon Cassava felt her wrists being bent back, letting soft grunts she tried as hard as she could to reverse the flow, but she was slowly going to one knee. Maiden America shifts her arms to exert more pressure, looking to humble the rookie in her first bout. Onika was really shaking now, putting all her effort into not genuflecting to Captain America but with smaller breasts (how does Chris Evans do it?), her knee hovering millimetres from the mat, most of the crowd rallying behind the FAWN original, the rest supporting the Social Media Empress.
“GGRRAGH!!” With an unfeminine yell that she’ll later be embarrassed by later, Cassava surges up and turns the tables on the flag-waving fatale. Turning her wrists back and putting her on both knees before you can say Church and State. Maiden grimaces at this new position and prepares to lean back into a bridge to get back control, before she can Cassava side-steps while maintaining the hold and blasts America in the face with a hip check! (hip attack 22)
“Umpf!” M.A’s head whips back by the force of the blow, America was too surprised by the strength in Onika’s right cheek to brace herself for the next hit, and the next, and the next…
Using her kung fu grip on the kneeling woman’s hands, Cassava pulls her forward while popping her right hip out to meet her face with almost concussive force. Turning the patriot into a painful Yo-yo, the stadium counted along with each cheeky hit.
1!
2!
3!
4! (she switches to her other cheek)
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
Cassava swings their arms together in a single strand and turns her back completely to use both barrels (in this case buns)
10!!
The last hit knocks Maiden America free, sending her tumbling in a backwards somersault, landing eyes to the sky. Cassava takes a second to flash the biceps to the crowd before leaping over for the cover.
1! 2! Maiden kicks out! The blonde brawler shoves Onika off with authority and gets to a seated position, only getting a moment to get her bearings when the former brunette takes her left arm and pulls it into a hammerlock. With her new hold Cassava painfully pulls M.A. to a standing position, America slaps her shoulder, trying to alleviate the pain.
“I know this is a weird moment to fangirl out, but this is just like the time you fought your Russian duplicate from the Anti-matter universe,” gushed Onika, pulling her toward the nearest turnbuckle.
“How do you know about the Russian Doll?!” Maiden America whispers harshly.
“Who? I was talking about that webcomic that got big a while back, what are you talking about?”
Cassava was VERY interested in this potentially earth-shattering development. So much so that her grip loosened, allowing M.A to reverse the hold bringing Cassava to her tip toes. Leaving questions of multiversal adventures unanswered, she arranges the Milk Chocolate Mauler in the corner with her arm trapped between the middle turnbuckle and her back. Stepping away quickly the Maiden fires a backhanded chop at Cassava’s décolletage, the slap echoing around the arena with the pavlovian response of “WOOO!” from the fans. A short cry escapes Cassava’s clenched teeth as she frees her arm and brings both to her reddening chest. Maiden America pushes her hands out of the way to unload a barrage of chops. One(woo!) two(woo!) three(woo!) four(woo!); each strike increasing in power, sending a wave through Onika’s upper body, her arms involuntarily flying in the air.
Maiden goes for a 5th chop only for Cassava to duck and charge under, she grabs M.A by the hip and shoulder and shoves her back first against the buckles.
“AH HA!” Onika gives a triumphant cry and goes to into her own chop session… only for America to grab the offending arm to reverse spots and pull Cassava back into the corner, this time sending overhand chops to Cassava’s inviting breasts. The mocha skinned wrestler gave a series of yelps as the patriot used her boobs as a game of Whack-A-Mole, only ceasing when Maiden America paused to give her palm a long lick. She wind milled for the biggest chop of the night and Cassava flinched and crossed her arms protectively over her bounty to the amusement of the crowd. America just fired the slap to Onika’s midsection, doubling her over and driving the air out of her lungs. The blonde grabs the bent Cassava by the scruff of her neck and the hem of her togs, she bum rushes her out of the corner into a run, giving her a slight wedgie. Cassava turns at the last moment; letting the ropes hit her backs instead of her sensitive breasts, rebounding off the strands to face an airborne Maiden America with legs extended out. In the time it took Onika to hit the far ropes, America bounced off the nearest set and launched into a sprint, leaping into the air she clapped her thighs on Cassava’s head and reared back. Using their momentum to spin Onika to the mat with explosive impact! Before Cassava could flatten out the brightly colored American gathered her upturned legs under her arms placed her weight on the folded woman’s chest for the pin, completing her signature Rocket’s Red Glare.
Rocket’s Red Glare
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Referee Al Carpenter dives to the ground and starts the count. 1! 2! 3! Maiden gets off the breathless woman to raise arm her arms to crowd, only for the ref to grab her shoulder.
“’Sorry ‘merica, doesn’t count,” Al points to Cassava’s right hand latched on the bottom rope just in time to beat the count. The Mighty Maiden grumbled a bit but didn’t take it out on the official, lifted the dizzy Cassava by the hair and arm and threw her away with an Irish whip to the opposite cables. As she rebounds The American Avenger goes to decapitate her with a clothesline but Cassava ducks at just the right moment letting Maiden American run past her to bounce off the adjacent ropes. Cassava waits for just the right moment and blasts her in the face with a Rear view! (hip attack 378)
Rear View
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What may seem like a standard version of the Rear View to the untrained eye, was a precise series of subtle movements. As Cassava’s ass contacted Maiden America’s forehead; The junk in her trunk was alternating in a pinball machine pattern while the left glute tensed and the right relaxed. This forces the Maiden’s momentum to curve, making her land a few feet away from the only untouched corner of night. Maiden America manages to shake the cobwebs loose and get to all fours while Cassava raises her hands in the air swinging her arms at the elbows, signaling her long-time fans for her next move.
Maiden America struggles to both feet and turns only to be have Cassava’s fingers clamp down like vice on the heroine’s head! The more knowledgeable in crowd shout “GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT!!” at the top of their lungs, Onika is known for borrowing a move form her adversary from time to time in the indies. Using Maiden America’s own Iron Claw against her, Cassava’s digits dig into Maidens America’s forehead, cheeks, and temples. The blonde’s hands could only slap weakly at Cassava’s arms as all strength had left her body.
“Let me know later if I’m not doing this right, I would really love your feedback,” Cassava asks earnestly, Maiden America could only gurgle in response. She would have thought her attacker was mocking her if not for the honest look in her eyes. At this point M.A.’s body was so racked with pain she would have collapsed if not for the shorter woman supporting her weight through her grip on her nerve endings; her arms hung limp at her sides, her eyes crossed and fluttering. Cassava walked the White woman in Red and Blue into the corner and sat her on the floor. Cassava looks over her shoulder to the crowd, cocks her left hip out to the audience and gives it a couple of impish pats with a grin. The crowd starts screaming at signal of a FAWN favorite spot.
She quickly bounds over to the seated super and backs into the corner in a stranding straddle of Maiden’s waist; grasping the top rope from below for leverage, she performs her very first booty pop of her FAWN career! Swivelling her hips in wide side-to-side motion that forced Maiden America’s face along its embarrassing path. What seemed like just an exclamation point on the rookie’s domination of a long-time veteran was more than it seemed. This version of the booty pop forces the victim’s neck to whiplash, which will slow the Maiden’s movements and reflexes. The larger than usual rotation of the ass causes Cassava’s frontage to bounce wildly, much to the delight of the audience and to the distraction of the referee. Even a professional such Al Carpenter is still a man, and when there’s a pair jugs jumbling, a man needs a moment to commit it to memory. This biological manipulation buys Onika some extra scrubbing time, it takes an exceptional high pitched and muffled scream from Maiden America to shake Al out of his daze and start his five count (hip attack 146).
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Cassava breaks at four and a half, just avoiding a DQ, leaving a gasping M.A. in the corner, trying to get the taste of Superfan out of her mouth. “Just one last stop on the Cassava train, Ms. America,” she says with a smirk as she pulls the patriot up to a standing position by the armpits. As soon as Maiden America was flat footed; Cassava dipped down into a self inflicted headscissors, placing her hands behind the blonde’s knees she stood up draping Maiden America down her back, her head just below Onika’s glutes showcasing her worried face from between her thick thighs. Switching to an overhand grip; Cassava stretches till she’s standing on the tips of her toes and drops down at full force, SLAMMING Maiden America into the canvas and crushing her under the weight of her awesome ass (hip attack 222).
Upside down Cake: Axe Guillotine Driver
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Letting go of Maiden’s legs so they flop to the ground, Onika leans back and unhooks her legs from America’s shoulders stretches them out so the heroine lies flat on the mat. Maiden America’s head all but disappears, her nose between Cassava’s cheeks like a curious dog. Onika silently motions for the ref the count, which he does after a glance to make sure both shoulders were to the canvas. 1! 2! 3!
“Your winner is Cassava Onika!” The announcer adds the finishing touch to her victory, the Black brawler dismounts from her perch to climb to the tope rope of each corner to scream her elation to her fans. Maiden America didn’t move an inch during the count or Onika’s victory lap, only rousing when Al Carpenter snapped an ammonia capsule under her nose.
Sputtering awake, Maiden America looks at the ref’s expression and realizes she’d lost her return match. Biting back her disappointment, she puts one hand on Al’s shoulder and M.A. struggles to her feet, seeing that her defeated foe was awake Cassava approaches slowly and offers a handshake, “no hard feelings, right?” she asks nervously.
Maiden America stares at the hand for a long moment… then takes it in her own, “Not at all, great match.” Cassava lets out a sigh of relief as one of her role models shakes her hand, the spectators giving a respectful applause at this scene of sportsmanship. FAWN’s first superhero makes her exit as Cassava leans over the ropes to speak to the front row where she recognized some reporters from wrestling news sites.
“This was just the start! You better pay attention cause I’m taking this place over!”