(Spoilers) Post-show shenanigans and FAWNatic feedback

“That’s it for this episode of FAWN Finds, I’m Cassava Onika join we me next week where I’ll be training with Russian Ballet dancers to perfect my twerk technique, Byyyye!”



Not having a match on the card for tonight’s pay per view, Cold November Pain, Cassava decided to keep her name in the mix by interviewing a couple of the FAWN cameramen. It was a good way to keep fans aware of her while showing some appreciation to those that rarely get it in the wrestling business. After the two gushing cameramen left, Cassava made her way to catering to fill a grumbling stomach. Along the way she passed by two producers amid conversation over paperwork, the duo not taking notice of the wrestler by the doorway.



“You see that match with the newbies? Beckett and Onika?”



The SuperFan paused just passed the opening.



“Yeah, great match… weird match. More crying than I expected.”



“Yeah well, Bethany knew she would have a big reaction being in the ring with Cassava again.”



That bitch, thought Cassava. Just one more sin I’ll make her pay for later. Onika’s dark thoughts were interrupted by the two producers.



“It’s too bad, seemed like she was really trying to, you know, change or evolve, or something.”



“Yeah that was a kink in Christian’s plans, she wanted the Queen Bitch, not personal growth. That’s why there was no build up or promos, she wanted them to run into each other, bleach and vinegar. Bad chemistry.”



Cassava frowned and continued on her way, this new information placing doubt on past events. Was Beckett sorry for her past misdeeds, or was it a lie like every other time she extended a hand in friendship? These thoughts consumed Onika as she walked into the lunchroom, tables of food set along one side of the room while FAWN employees and a few wrestlers sat and ate. As she stood in the doorway, her gaze falls upon the object of her confusion, and source of nightmares, Cassandra Beckett.






Standing between the breakfast table and the desserts, Cassandra put two light brown pancakes side to side on her paper plate, and drizzled a bit of strawberry sauce on one, the topping taking a similar shape to a hand. Perhaps her subconscious guilt and lust for Onika making her relieve certain memories through food unknowingly. She quickly snaps herself out of her lustful reverie and quickly, embarrassedly tosses the plate into the nearest garbage bin before anybody notices.



“Pancakes…” the brunette beauty wrinkles her nose in self-annoyance, “...that’s not even what I wanted. The hell’s wrong with me?” She then moves on to the lunch/dinner items - what she was looking for in the first place - and helps herself to some mac and cheese, collard greens, and fried chicken. It’s a good thing she set her her plate down to scan the room for a remote, unoccupied table for her to sit at by herself and eat her meal unmolested. For if she’d been holding the plate when she locked eyes with Cassava, she likely would’ve dropped it. Seeing Cassandra’s trepidation, Cassava huffs and makes her way over to her, while the other wrestlers in the makeshift cafeteria shift awkwardly in their seats, while others still readied themselves to intervene in what could be a very volatile confrontation. Possibly thinking the same thing, Beckett quickly holds up her hands, to try and beg off of the Internet Sensation. ”Hey, hey…” she says timidly, remembering Onika’s parting words to her after their match at All Hallow’s Evil, “I don’t want no trouble. I’m just getting some catering because I skipped lunch. I’ll...I’ll just go...eat this somewhere else...S-sorry.”



Cassava sighs and shakes her head. “No...don’t do that. I wanted to talk to you, actually.” Cassandra tilts her head curiously as Cassava nods to a nearby empty table for them to sit at. The Nebraskan brunette nods and gathers up her plate and it’s at this point that Cassava notices that Cassandra’s right hand is heavily bandaged. “Whoa…” she says, pointing to the appendage, “...what happened to your hand?”



“Lost a fight with the mirror.” Cassandra grunts as she pulls up a chair and sits down. “Didn’t like what I saw.”



Cassava follows suit, sitting across from her rival, looking at her with equal parts sympathy and concern, seeing how sullen she seems to be. “What...ah...never mind...Anyway, I wanted to talk about our last match.”



Cassie sighs in resignation, “Look, you made your feelings clear, Cassava. I’m sorry I lost it like I did, and I intend to respect your wishes. Although…” she looks away, “I’d understand if you don’t believe me, given...well, everything.”



“About that,” Cassava interjects, “I watched the match over again. And that, combined with some things I heard about you...I believe you’re really trying to change.”



She looks at the Internet Sensation through narrowed eyes, “Whattaya mean, “some things you heard”?”



“I overheard some guys talking...Saying that you coming here was basically kept under wraps because Bethany Christian wanted me to react badly to seeing you again. Wind us both up.”



The former Queen Bitch’s expression darkens at this revelation, “That so?”



Cassava nods, “Yeah, that’s her in a nutshell. Don’t worry, though,” she adds, with a different look in her eye, “I’ll deal with her myself later. I have plans…”



Now it’s Cassandra’s turn to look at Cassava with concern. But she quickly shrugs it off with a grunt, “Don’t much appreciate being manipulated like that.” she notes with said shrug, “But...it is what it is, I guess.”



An uncomfortable silence hangs between the two women, with Cassandra’s head hung low, uncharacteristically fidgeting nervously, while Cassava drums on the table with her palms, trying to ramp herself up for what she’s about to say.



“Alright,” Cassava finally breaks the silence, “I’m not gonna apologize for not trusting you in the beginning,” she begins, to which Cassandra nods, “but I shouldn’t have lost it like I did in our match. You were trying to explain what happened, and I wasn’t listening. I was too mad.”



The Nebraskan brunette blinks as Cassava’s words penetrate through her fog, I “You...S-seriously?” she fumbles as she looks at her.



Cassava nods, but is quick to add, “But you gotta understand...You spent a year straight making my life a living hell, and tried to basically run me out of this business that I love more than anything.”



Cassandra nods, “I know...And I regret what I did to you every day. I don’t even know why I did it...I was...hell, am...a horrible person.”



Cassava breathes a deep sigh and shakes her head, struggling with herself to force the words out. “Look, don’t...You’re trying to change, and you say you’re sorry, which is better than most do.” Cassandra looks at Cassava, trying to meet her gaze, but just failing, looking almost near tears as it looks like, for the first time, a reconciliation might actually be possible.



“Thank you, Cassava.” she croaks, “I...I know hard that must’ve been for you to say to me.”



Cassava nods as she breathes through her nose. In truth, she hadn’t expected to say such a thing to her either. But, she could see that Cassandra was making the effort, and it was only fair to meet her halfway. Finally, after another long silence, the Milk Chocolate Mauler finally let her curiosity get the better of her. “So,” she finally said, “what brought about this change of heart, anyway?”



Cassandra lets out a deep sigh. She knew this was going to be tough. “The night...that I tried to seduce you in the shower.” She winces as she waits for a response from Cassava, but none comes, save for a focused frown as she listens, waiting for her to continue. “The way you looked at me...the disgust on your face, even though I was being sincere...And knowing I was the reason why...I looked at myself in the mirror for a looooooong time after that.” Cassava tries her best to keep her cool as Cassandra brings up the most humiliating episode of their antagonistic relationship, her right leg shaking under the table. Noticing this, Cassie asks, “Cassava? You alright?”



Calm down! she tells herself as she forces her leg to be still. “Yeah, yeah...Cool...Okay...I can see how that’d work. Yeah…That’s understandable.”





TWO MONTHS BEFORE CASSAVA’S FAWN DEBUT



Fresh off her beating Jesse ‘Jazz Hands’ Piven in her final L,A.W match, Cassava Onika was in the locker room shower, scrubbing her voluptuous body clean with a Kylie Corps brand sponge. It was an ordinary sponge roughly cut to resemble Kylie’s figure, but it sold hundreds of thousands. After countering Jesse’s spinning facebuster known as The Grand Finale into a a Tilt-a-Whirl DDT, Cassava ended the match in emphatic fashion with her Upside Down Cake, scoring the pinfall. After shaking the Mistress of Musical’s hand Onika announced to the crowd that this would be her last match in the Phoenix based promotion, she had gotten the call and would be making that career changing move to Orlando. The crowd was sad to see the talented young rookie go but happy to see her potential recognized by the big girls in the business, and sent her off with an ovation. A truly great night. Before Onika stepped under the steamy water she took one last look at the locker room that was like her second home. Riding the emotional high, she sang a tune from one of her favorite shows.



“🎜🎝Maybe that’s the lesson here.🎜🎝” ‘



“🎜🎝Things are not always that clear.🎜🎝”



“🎜🎝We got a lot common. But too much of it, is fear.🎜🎝”



“You got a nice voice, girl.”



Onika squeaked and whirled around clutching the sponge to her chest, sending a wave of soap bubbles across her perky bosom. Standing in the doorway to the shower was her ever-present personal nightmare Cassandra Beckett, a light grey towel wrapped around her body and expertly tied around her breasts, the the wrap turned into a semi-function one-piece, keeping the Nebraskan Terror’s hands free to inflict what humiliating task she had in store for her favorite victim. Hands that, for the moment, are hidden behind her back.



Onika frowns at the Queen Bitch, but her eyes betray her fear. Cassandra, her most vicious tormentor, has very clearly gotten the drop on her. “What do you want, Beckett?” she growled as she put her back to the shower wall.





“Easy, easy, girl!” Cassandra backs away to give the startled girl some space, her voice smooth and sweet as honey, “I ain’t here to fight ya, or nothin’ like that. You can relax, I promise.”



For once that was actually true. That morning Cassandra woke up with the intent to make peace with the woman she once vowed to spank 1000 times, having realised her vendetta had turned into affection. Or maybe it always there under the surface. Either way, Beckett knew if she wanted the Callipygian Combatant to see her as anything other than a bully she had to start that night, however it looks like life had other plans. With FAWN picking her up, it could be months, maybe YEARS before I see that ass-I mean her! Again. With her timetable cut to nil, Cassandra had to throw a Hail Mary to build a relationship from the months of abuse behind them. Beckett had ceased all ambushes and verbal attacks since their internet breaking FCA anywhere match weeks ago, in fact, Cassandra had basically been a ghost to Onika in that time, trying to figure out the best way to approach the rookie without setting her off. A lot of hemming and hawing now wasted anxiety.



Plan B was to speak to Cassava before her shower but Kylie’s Number One Fan learned to undress quickly thanks to the constant fear of Beckett appearing from the shadows with a switch in hand. That led Cassandra having to make a grand gesture while both of them being wet and naked, a state of dress where one normally doesn’t like surprises. The former Queen Bitch tried to speak to Cassava early in her ablutions but the sight of the Superfan washing her fit and supple body… thank goodness she sang in the shower with her eyes closed or she would have Cassandra drooling the doorway for the last five minutes.



Onika had her Sanders sponge clutched tight in the air, ready for an attack as if she was holding a club bat instead of...well a sponge.



‘You think I’m falling for that? What do you got behind your back? The sorority paddle? the ping pong paddle? the olive branch? The riding crop? The-?”



Beckett holds out her hands; in one a bottle of champagne, the other two glasses.



“Just thought we’d celebrate your win and getting called up to the majors,” Cassandra says this with a smile that tries to be charming but comes off as a little awkward.



The dyed blond just stares silently with a blank expression for a long moment.



“Huh?”



“It’s a bit of a tradition around here, happened twice, in fact, if a girl gets the big contract, we break out the good stuff, and depending on who’s partying, a little shower fun time.”



Cassava clearly wasn’t buying it. “Yeah, right! You don’t give a fuck about me, except as your damn punching bag, Beckett! Well, come on, then! Let’s get it over with!” She then raises her fists, shaking but prepared to defend herself.



Cassandra sets the glasses down as she struggles to open the champagne, losing control of the situation as its barely begins, “ No! No tricks this time, honest! I know things started off bad between us and I only made things worse after bu-”





“POP!”



“Aah!”



In what could be described as a rapid series of unfortunate events, Cassandra popped the cork on the alcohol and the stopper shot from the bottle like a bullet from a gun. The cork bounced off the ground, ricocheted off one wall, then another, then struck Onika in the left buttcheek, leaving a faint red welt. The impact sending her eye catching booty ing in a wave of motion that ent throughout her body. Despite knowing that this may have cemented Cassava’s hate for her, the sight of the rookies naked, glistening body, jiggling with the hit will be a memory that Beckett recalls on more than one occasion when she’s feeling lonely or needs to hurry things along. Onika croes and places both hands protectectively on her rear, dropping the Kylie Sanders sponge onto the wet floor.



Cassandra quickly sets down the mid-range quality bubbly(all she could get on short notice), goes to help her would-be love interest.



“Oh! Are you o-WHOAH!”



The ASStactular rookie snarled and leapt at at the young veteran with hands bared into talons. Cassandra grabs her by the wrists saving her face from a mauling but left her tummy undefended from a knee strike that doubled her over. Freeing her hands from Cassandra grip, Onika sun in a tight 360 and bashed her right hip into the brunette’s cheek, sending stumbling away (hip attack 724).



After a few ungainly steps Beckett got her balance and stopped her eyes from spinning. Cassava hadn’t taken advantage, instead taking the time to move the glasses out of the shower to keep this from becoming a hardcore match. As the the enraged Superfan approaches Cassandra raises her hands in a calming gesture.



“Wait, wait!” Beckett backs away from a stalking Onika trying to dodge or block the barrage of fists being sent her way. The normally friendly and optimistic Cassava had turned into a being of pure hate, Beckett is the provider of most of the darkness in her life and saw fit to ruin what should have been the defining moment in her life and career so far. This time she would pay.



Cassandra doged and blocked as best she could but she was running out of room and her guard was weakening against Onika’s fury, a left haymaker clips her ear and stuns Beckett enough for a wild right to crane her neck to the side. The blow to the face acting as an on switch for the Terror, survival instincts kick in and the Bitch is back. She dodges another punch, grabs Cassava by the wrist, and flings her against the wall, chest-first, then palms the back of her skull and slams it into the wall. Another sigh as Cassava slumps to the floor, knocked unconscious. “Always gotta do things the hard way.”



As Cassava starts to wake up she feels herself being kissed awake, given her recurring fantasy of this happening with either Kylie Sanders or Emily West, she starts to kiss back the slightest bit. When she reaches a coherent state She is a little more shocked to find Cassandra’s lips on hers, the Queen Bitch still clad in a towel but the knot tied on the other side and kissing her prey. Cassava eyes go wide and she thrashes about, trying to free herself, only to find her feet dangling just inches off the ground. Her arms tied above her to the shower head with her own towel.



Realizing her human pinata is awake, Casandra backs away out of kicking range. “Well, good morning, sunshine!” Beckett is caught halfway between happy that that Onika is awake and embarrassed that was caught playing princess charming. “I was worried I’d hit your head a little too hard. I actually had time to take a shower myself.” Looking closer Onika could see Beckett’s dark locks were wet and a little ruffled like it was just toweled off.



“What the hell is going on? Why am I tied up?””Cassava tries in vain to twist and kick her way free, but only managed to turn herself completely around in a jerky motion. Cassandra smirked a bit and grabbed one of Onika’s kicking legs by an ankle, “Figured I’d give ya another chance before I’d pay ya back for hurtin’ my feelings.” With the other she flicks at the towel binding the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s wrists,"This is for your protection and mine, sugar, until I'm sure you won't try to take my head off again."



Cassava just looked at her in bewilderment, “W-what are NNgh!” Beckett stepped in close sliding her grip from ankle to the back of her thigh in one smooth motion, taking Cassava’s lips with her own in a firm kiss. The reality of the situation dawned on the hanging rookie but the shock of it kept her still enough for Cassandra to repeat the hold with her other leg. Grinding in a rhythmic motion with her body against Cassava, Beckett seemed intent on taking her former(?) victim’s breath away. Finally breaking the kiss and letting Onika breathe, Cassandra pecked kisses down to her clavicle while bringing her left hand to Cassava’s back, massaging and kneading all the right spots.

The Nebraskan terror dragged her lips down to the rookie’s breast, taking quick licks along the way. Once she reached the peak of the right hill she suckled conently forcing a moan from the dyed blonde, once the the nipple at full attention she trapped lightly between her teeth and bat it back and forth with her tongue. Her left hand caressed its way to the cleft of Cassava’s buttocks and rubbed it with two fingers.



One side-effect of, what some some would say, obsessively, beating on the curvaceous greenhorn is that Cassandra had through trial and error, found Onika’s most sensitive spots. And she worked them masterfully. Beckett worked one area into a frenzy, and just when Cassava had all her attention there, she switched to a different spot. A finger circles her belly button till Cassandra claps a hand on a buttcheek. Her lower lip is nibbled till a thumb travels to the backdoor. Her left underboob is squeezed and groped till knuckles thread across her clitoris. Beckett molds Cassava like a lump of clay, her hands constantly easing, prodding, caressing, looking for any kind of weakness. Onika tried to to steel herself to Beckett’s touch but she was still groggy from the knockout blow, plus Cassandra took advantage of her tied up state by spinning her like a top to get to her lovely backside, then again to motorboat her big brown boobs. For a few seconds all Cassandra did was turn, turn, turn her till the towel was wound tight and stepped back, letting Onika whirl out like a tether ball. By the end of it the damsel in distress so dizzy she didn’t know up from down, and her only anchor to the world was Cassandra’s touch, amplifying its effect immensely.



Taking the weakly struggling Onika by the lips once more, Cassandra treated herself to a few squeezes of the rookie’s chest before bringing her hands down and holding Cassava firmly by the hips. Releasing her lips with a ‘pop’ Cassandra kissed and licked her way down Onika’s body, lingering on her juggs as they were often ignored for her eye catching ass. Got to make up for lost time, her rack needs a little attention, thought Beckett while suckling like a newborn. Finding the strength to tear her mouth away from Cassava’s teat, Beckett trailed sucking kisses down Onika’s stomach, pausing to swirl her tongue in her belly then nibble at her pelvis.



Finding the sense of self to form a coherent sentence Cassava tries to speak, “S-stop… wait… BeckeeeeEE!”



Cassandra thread her hands between Onika’s legs and gripped the back of her haunches and angled her nethers toward her, Cassava’s legs hanging off her shoulders. Beckett rolled out her tongue and took a single, llllllooonng lick from bow to stern, flicking off on dismount.Beckett made eye contact from between Onika’s legs, somehow seeming to tower above her despite kneeling below. Then, without another word, Cassandra eases Cassava’s legs off her shoulders and slowly backs away, leading to Onika looking up at her with a mix of confusion and disappointment.



“I know what you’re thinking,” Cassandra stated as she rose to her feet, “and you’re wrong. This isn’t me trying to take advantage of you.”



“Nggh!” Cassava grunted as she struggled against her bonds, still somewhat breathless due to Beckett’s expert ministrations, “C-could’ve...fooled me! Looks...to me...like this was your plan all along!”



“Ah, ah, ah!” Cassandra chided, waggling her finger, “YOU attacked ME, sugar. I was only defending myself. Not that I blame you for being suspicious. Honestly, I have done some pretty nasty things to you, and I regret that now. You didn’t deserve that.” This actually caused the Milk Chocolate Mauler to look up at the Queen Bitch. What? she thought as she looked over her long, lean body, Is...is she actually APOLOGIZING to me?



“What’s your game, Beckett?” Cassava muttered, finally shaking off the butterflies that Cassandra’s touch gave her. “I know damn well you’re not interested in anything except causing me pain and humiliation.”



“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Cassandra answered, still keeping a safe distance while they have their chat, “I mean, yeah, it was true before...But things change, Ca - “ She cut herself off, seeing Cassava still struggling to free herself, “Wait...no...goddamn it, stop! You’re just gonna hurt yourself!”



“Ha!” Cassava snorted, “As if you give a fuck about my wellbeing! If you did, you wouldn’t have trussed me up like a Thanksgiving turkey!”



“I told you before, Cassava, it’s for both of our protection.” Another derisive snort from Cassava, “I know, and I don’t blame ya, sugar. But, like I said, things change. I don’t wanna fight you no more, Cassava, but I damn sure don’t want you taking my head off, neither. So, this,” she gestured to Cassava’s predicament, “was the best solution I could come up with. Now, you wanna actually listen to me, or d’you wanna go ‘round in circles some more?”



Cassava bit her tongue and nodded, “Fine. Speak your piece, then, and let me down. Then I never have to see your skank ass again.”



The Queen Bitch flinched slightly at Cassava’s harsh, but understandable, words, but she choked back whatever angry retort floated to the front of her mind. “Well, like I said, things change.” she began, trying to steady her own butterflies in her tummy, and choose her words carefully, “The truth is...I don’t hate you anymore, Cassava. Just the opposite, actually. And...with all the awful things I’ve done to you, I know...I might’ve ruined any chance I have…” she paused to take a deep breath, while Cassava watched her, eyebrow raised and finding herself oddly intrigued, wondering just where she was going with this. “...but I gotta take the shot, right? Soooo...I’m just gonna say it.” She began to walk slowly towards her, a sensual swing to her hips that does not escape Cassava’s notice. “I like you, Cassava. A LOT.” She leaned in to her, nuzzling her neck and caressing her pretty face. “You’re so goddamned beautiful...and the hottest chick I’ve ever seen in my life.” Her fingertips glided over her glistening mocha skin, setting all of Cassava’s nerve endings on overload all over again, causing her to moan softly again, in spite of herself. “I love you, Cassava Onika…” she finally whispered tearfully, “...I WANT you. And...Not to bring up bad memories...but, between when I had you in that bathroom stall in that bar, and just now...I know you want it, too…”



Cassava looked at Beckett, wide-eyed with shock at this revelation. Holy shit! her mind raced, What the hell is going on? “S-so…” she finally speaks up, swallowing hard, “...what’s stopping you?”



Cassandra backed away slightly at the question, to Cassava’s internal regret. “Whatever you may think of me, Cassava...And, hell, most of it is probably right...There are some lines that even I won’t cross. I know you want it, baby, every bit as much as I wanna give it to you…But I gotta hear the words.” She closed ranks again, planting one hand on Cassava’s tummy and one on her prodigious rump. “Please, Cassava...Tell me what I need to hear, and let me get you down from there, so I can show you all the love and pleasure you deserve.”



WHAT THE FUCK was the gist of the torrent of of half thoughts and emotions that ran through Cassava’s head. The gentle motions of Beckett’s fingers were not helping her think in a coherent fashion. With her online show, training, and her new pro wrestling career, Onika had very little time for dating. It had been longer than Cassava would care to admit since the last time she had physical contact outside a wrestling ring, so even the touch of someone she considered her mortal enemy had a devastating effect. The fact that Cassandra REALLY knew what she was doing did not help matters.


Maybe, just this once. It’s been a while.



THIS WOMAN HAS MADE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL



She’s so good at it, and she’s REALLY pretty...AND hot



SO SHE GETS AWAY WITH EVERYTHING AND MAKES YOU HER HAND PUPPET?



I just want things to stop



YOU ARE LITERALLY TIED UP RIGHT NOW!!!



Though her body was betraying her, her mind didn’t. Memories of Beckett ambushing and embarrassing her countless times, months and months of insults, destroyed property and road blocks, all stemming from a match Cassandra lost fair and square. This woman had literally given her nightmares, visions of Beckett appearing from her closet or under her bed, and spanking her to tears. Waking Cassava up in a cold sweat only for her dreams to become reality when she set foot on L.A.W property. Onika’s recent mental scars bubbled up inside and acted like a cold shower.



“Get-Getoff!” the command was grunted harshly and angrily, Cassava managing to brace her heels against Beckett’s sides and shove her off, breaking her embrace. Cassandra stumbles and slips on the wet tile, landing on her firm ass. Her face etched into shock and a little fear. Despite not being the one tied up Cassandra seemed the most vulnerable.



“Are you insane?!” Cassava barked “after everything you’ve done to me, the people near me, my clothes, my property, how could you possibly think I’d be interested in you?!” Cassandra’s head hanged low as Cassava continued her verbal assault, “I don’t know if this is some new way to humiliate me or you can’t tell the difference between anger and interest, but THIS. Is never happening.”



“I don’t understand…” Cassandra finally spoke up, looking up at the object of her affection, who was returning that look with the angriest glare she had ever seen. “...Am I that repulsive to you? You’d rather keep doing…” she gestured to Cassava’s predicament, “...THIS...than at least TRY to start over, bury the hatchet? Wouldn’t that be better?” Cassava was too angry to register the sincerity in her voice, nor the tears streaming down her face.



"You have spent the last year making my life miserable…” Cassava answered as calmly as she could, “...over NOTHING!! At every turn, you have done everything you could to traumatize me, and you succeeded. Even if I wanted to now, I could never trust you enough to be my friend, let alone my lover. No, I don't want to keep doing this sick dance of yours...what I want is for you to leave me alone!"



Cassandra just sat there for a few moments, seemingly shell-shocked, while Cassava simply glared at her in silence. As Beckett slowly pushed herself up to her feet, Cassava could see a familiar look in her eyes.



“Yeah,” Onika nods in satisfaction and resignation, her suspicions of Cassandra’s false confession confirmed, “that’s it, here we go. Let’s get this over with, Queenie. Do your fucking worst.”



Cassandra stood at full height, towering over the bound girl, “All I wanted...was to love you!” she said with regret in her voice, but her anger steadily rose with each syllable. “All I wanted...was to fix things between us! But nooooooo!!!” She cupped Cassava’s chin, forcing her to look her in the eye, “You want me to be the “Queen Bitch”! Well, babe, you got it! Just remember, I didn’t want this, this is all on you!” And with that, Cassandra grabbed Onika by the hair and pulled it back with a hard yank, exposing her neck, drawing a sharp yelp from her captive.



With her free hand she treated Cassava’ s right boob like a stress ball, squeezing and molding it into painful new forms, Beckett quickly switched to a dual grip on Cassava’s chest and started mauling those tits like they owed her money. She took hold of Onika’s nipples and pulled twisted them like radio dials, trying to find a shared frequency to communicate how fucked Cassava is in this moment. Taking a pincer hold of both nipples between thumb and forefinger Cassandra pulled at them, drawing a pitiful whine through gritted teeth from Onika. Letting go of Onika’s breasts, Cassandra swung one leg onto her shoulder and, unlike last time, this will not be a pleasurable experience.



Cassandra then did her best Dennehy impression, slapping a crotch claw on the trussed up Superfan. Compared to a standard claw Cassava being naked makes the hold much more agonizing. Piling onto that was that Cassava’s womanhood was much more sensitive thanks to Cassandra skillful foreplay, as the young rookie shrieked as her shuddered as if she was being electrocuted. The only saving grace was that in her emotionally tumultuous state, Beckett’s application of the hold was sloppy, stopping the move from reaching horrific levels of pain. Shoving the leg off her shoulder Cassandra took her hand out of Onika and smartly slapped her across the face.



“Damn you, Cassava…” Cassandra hissed as she stepped past her and continued out of the shower. For a few moments Cassava just swayed from from her tied wrists, immersed in her own pain from toe tips to fingertips if felt like her cells were vibrating with its intensity.



SNAP! Onika’s body went rigid and her clenched harder than most diamonds. It was a Pavlovian response to what she knew was the sound Beckett’s signature studded leather belt. Cassandra had taken that strap to her as so many times her body now had an ingrained fear of it, and broke out in a cold sweat whenever it was near.,



“Oh, hey!” The Queen Bitch called out to her, “I think an old friend of yours wants to play too!” The wet slapping of bare feet on tile alerted Cassava to Beckett’s return, Positioning herself directly behind the hanging morsel, Cassava had to to crane her neck to see the the enraged brunette, now with her signature belt loosely hanging around her neck..



Cassandra raised her left hand up and back, and just LASHED it across Cassava’s buttocks, the force of the spank distorting the flesh of her ass long after the blow landed. A perfect red handprint appeared on Onika’s cheek as it had always been there. Before Onika’s booty stopped shaking Cassandra loaded up her right hand fired it at the corressponding buttcheek, the CRACK of skin on skin reverberating on the shower walls. Technique out the window, Beckett went wild with both hands, a machine gun-like sound of CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP filled the air as she treated Onika’s ass like a game of high stakes whack-a-mole. Beckett only stopped swinging to catch her breath and to shake the tingles out of her hands.



Reaching up to the coiled belt around her neck, Cassandra unfurled the strap to its full length with a flick of the wrist and set to making Cassava’s back an uneven grid of light welts. Using all of her arm and putting her hips into the swing of the belt. Each whip of the strap forcing a scream from Cassava’s lips, a few times only the very tip of the belt landed, preventing the poor Iowan from bracing herself for the strike.



Cassandra stopped to halve the belt in her grip for a faster whipping motion, traveling from her trapezius muscles to the bottom of her feet. Forehand and backhand, she traveled up and the body she spent so long puishing, as if trying to etch her mark in what would likely be their last moments together. Finally, after what must have seemed like hours to Onika, Beckett ceased the torture, lowering her belt, holding it loosely in her hand and breathing heavily while Cassava offered only pained whimpers. Cassava can hear the pitter-patter of wet feet against tile as the Queen Bitch walked away again, having finally worn herself out, and leaving the Sri Lankan to hang and spin. A short time later, Beckett reappears, wearing her non-wrestling togs, consisting of black leather pants, so tight that Cassava could see that she was wearing no underwear, a baby blue tank top that showed off a generous amount of her not-insignificant cleavage. Cassandra didn’t even look in Cassava’s direction, her head hung low as she slung her gym bag over her shoulder and walked towards the door.



“Hey, wait!” Cassava finally cried out when she realized that Cassandra planned on just leaving, “You fucking bitch, at least get me down!” This actually caused the Nebraskan to turn towards her and look at her, a mix of anger and deep pain plain on her face to anybody but the object of that look, who was too blinded by her own righteous fury to see past her own pain.



“Fuck you, Cassava…” she finally said, her voice low and quivering as she fought to keep herself together, “...you broke my heart. Main should be over soon, someone will come around and get you down in a few minutes. Goodbye…” She then turned away and walked out of the showers, tears running down her face as Cassava roared in blind rage at her tormentor.



Cassandra sees the look in Cassava’s eyes and pushes back in her seat, getting ready to get up and back away. “You...don’t look like it’s cool.” she remarks tentatively. When that fails to snap her out of it, she tries again to mollify her unrequited love, “L-look...I know what I did to you that night was terrible...Maybe the worst I’d ever done to ya. But...It made me realize, afterwards, that I needed fo change. That’s gotta be some kinda silver lining in that, right?”



Cassava raps her knuckles on the table, trying hard to maintain her composure. She finally gathers her thoughts enough to reply, “Gee...I’m so glad that my impromptu S&M session allowed you to grow emotionally!” she finally answers with an unmissable snarky edge in her voice, biting Beckett to the bone.



NO!! Cassandra screams inside her head, seeing where this was going, We were doing so well!



“N-now hold on!” The Nebraskan brunette holds her hands up placatingly, “Please calm down! I’m sorry! I was hurt, and didn’t handle it well, I admit it!”



That did it! “You were hurt?” she says incredulously, looking at her like Beckett had just sprouted a second head, “YOU were hurt?!! YOU weren’t the one with welts! YOU weren’t the one who couldn’t sit right for days after!!” She shoots out of her chair, getting right into Cassandra’s face. Cassandra responds by likewise rising to her feet and backing away quickly, a look of panic on her face, but Cassava doesn’t let up, sticking a finger in her face. “We ALL get rejected, Beckett;” she continues, outraged at what she perceived to be Cassandra’s callous dismissal of her suffering at her hands, “Most folks don’t turn it into an episode of OZ!”



“I know!” Cassandra whimpers as she backs up to the wall. “I wasn’t thinking! I know I’ll never live that down, and there’s nothing I could ever do to make it up to you! I’m sorry!”



Cassava continues to press Cassandra, seeming to turn the tables on her former bully. “Someone TOOK PICTURES!!” she cuts in, closing ranks on Beckett once more, now screaming in her face. “I HAD TO SEE POSTERS ALL OVER THE ARENA OF ME TRUSSED UP LIKE A GODDAMN PINATA!!!” Unable to take any more, Cassava throws the cup of water she’d been holding into Cassandra’s face, causing the other wrestlers in the cafeteria to scramble. Most hurried out the door, unwilling to get involved in something that wasn’t their business, but a few readied themselves to intervene if things escalated. For her part, Cassandra simply took the insulting gesture, her head hung low, fighting back tears, knowing that she’s had it coming and worse, if she’s being honest. She turns to leave, only to feel a hand pulling her back by the shoulder. “HEY!!” Cassava spins Beckett back around and grabs a tight handful of her t-shirt. “WHY DO YOU GET TO WALK AWAY?!!” she screams, spitting venom into her face, “WHEN DID YOU EVER GIVE ME THAT OPTION??!!!”



With Cassandra’s mind racing, trying desperately to think of some way to calm Cassava down, the Internet Sensation shoves her roughly, knocking her into the dessert table. “Unnngh!” she grunts as her ass hits the table, “C-Cassava,” she pleads, panic in her eyes, “p-please don’t do this!” Cassava answers with a blood-curdling roar of fury as she leaps at the Nebraskan, claws bared and aimed straight for her throat. Instinct alone allows Cassandra to throw her hands up and parry Cassava from tearing at her trachea. Undeterred, the crazed Cassava begins throwing knees into Cassandra’s rib cage, causing her to grunt and double over, sucking wind. The other wrestlers that had remained to intervene chose to hang back a little longer, having heard some of their conversation and deciding that the former Queen Bitch probably has had this coming. Cassava is relentless, laying in frenzied elbows to Cassandra’s back, as well as an occasional knee to the gut. The brunette flails as she feebly tries to defend herself, but only half-heartedly, as she know she deserves this beating, not just for what she did to the poor Iowan, but many others just like her who had promising careers cut down by her brutality.



Cassava holds her head in place by the hair as she delivers a hip check right to the face that sends her sprawling to the floor with a cry of anguish. She then hauls her up into powerbomb position, preparing to send her former bully through the cakes and pies. Wrestling instinct taking over once more, Beckett sandbags the Sri Lankan beauty, dropping to one knee. When Cassava brings down a heavy forearm to forcibly convince Cassandra to be more pliant, she’s ready for her. She grabs the arm and pushes up, forcing her back a couple steps and allowing her to rise up and grab Cassava. As they struggle, their positions get reversed and Cassandra hooks in a headlock. She then lifts her up and drops her, sending her crashing through the desserts table with a nasty looking gourdbuster!



GOURDBUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=79Tyi6KtLi4



The Milk Chocolate Mangler crawls to her hands and knees, her face covered with...pie or pudding, it’s hard to tell, the mess muffling anything she may be trying to say. Meanwhile, Cassandra bends at the waist, hands at her knees, trying to get some air back into her lungs while tears stream down her face. “One...step forward...three...steps back…” she says through ragged breaths as she looks at Cassava, “It’s never gonna change, is it?” Cassava flips onto her back and tries to wipe some of the food from her face still in too much of a rage to communicate. “You want my blood, Cassava? Is that what it’ll take?”



Cassava forces herself up to a sitting position, looking up at her with hatred in her eyes. She nods emphatically, roaring out a guttural, “Yeargh!!”



The brunette nods impassively, emotionally spent, “Then take it, if you can. You and me, Season’s Beatings, one more time…” She then lets a humorless chuckle slip from her lips. “Kinda fitting, doncha think? With everything we’ve been through, that this’ll be the last one.”



Cassava glares at her, finally finding her voice, “You’re not running me out of FAWN! I’ve busted my ass since I was a kid to get here, and I ain’t going nowhere! You want me gone, you’re gonna have to kill me!”



The Nebraskan Terror shakes her head sadly, “You still ain’t listening to me...It ain’t gonna be your last match here, Cassava...It’s gonna be mine.” She pauses to suck in some more wind, while Cassava just glares at her, understanding the words, but too angry to process their meaning. “I can’t take it anymore, Cassava. Coming here to work, and seeing that look on your face when you look at me…” she nods and points at the girl, still seething, “...yeah...yeah, that look right there...knowing that I’m the one that did that to you, and knowing that things aren’t gonna change. I was considering giving my notice to the boss lady already. But what just went down? That cinched it. Maybe I’ll go back to Arizona. Maybe I’ll kick around Orlando, see if there’s anything for me here besides wrestling. Or maybe I’ll just go crawling back to Nebraska and become the worthless white trash whore mama always told me I was in the first place! Don’t matter either way, ain’t your problem. After Season’s Beatings, you’re gonna get exactly what you want...No more Cassandra Beckett to darken your door.” She then turns and walks away, barking at the wrestlers who finally closed ranks to break the fight up to get off her as she shoves her way past them and out the door. Cassava can only fume as she watches the Queen Bitch leave, silently vowing to tear her apart next month, as a couple of the wrestlers help her up.