Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 18:11:58 GMT
The pink and gold ‘FAWN Finds’ logo fills the screen and fades away to reveal Cassava Onika standing in front of a FAWN merchandise booth filled with shirts, match collections and various other memorabilia.
Cassava Onika
The rookie grappler looks dressed to please in dark, form fitting jeans that hugged her curves topped by a sleeveless, gold shirt. Low cut to showcase her envy-invoking breasts, the hemline stopped just above a retro Kylie Corps brand, that was only used during her idol’s first two years of professional wrestling.
“Hello FAWNatics! It’s me! The Milk Chocolate Mauler, The Woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!” The tiny powerhouse is beaming like the sun today, viewers can practically feel her excitement through the screen.
“It is my honor and privilege to reveal FAWN’s newest collection, Kylie: The Early Years-Cynthia Mitchell Edition,” Cassava holds up a DVD collection with one hand, the other slowly showing it off like a game show host’s assistant. On the cover a younger, more innocent Kylie stood ready for action in a black top with matching boy-cut shorts.
Cassava spoke Kylie’s name with the utmost reverence that she deserves (in Onika’s opinion) but the more observant fans noticed that the rookie’s voice dropped an octave when saying Cynthia’s name, and her eyes for the briefest of moments had hostility behind them.
“This collection not only has the first few matches of their epic rivalry, but interviews with them and other stars around the same period to provide context, as well as retrospectives on the feud from various points. Including when they were on more friendly terms, such as when Kylie SAVED Cynthia Mitchell from being humiliated by Sissy Landers… again.”
A picture-in-picture box appeared in the bottom left corner; in it, Cynthia in her original, less scandalous ring togs, crushing a red-faced Kylie in a bear hug.
“Things were already a little tense due to Cynthia’s sister Sophie’s alliance with Miriam Gaiman, a woman dedicated to humiliating Kylie, and Cynthia only made it worse with her idiotic betrayal of Ms. Sanders in a Four Way Match, which she was eliminated first from, ” Cassava noted this with a hint of smug and smirk.
“In the weeks later, Kylie often referred to Cynthia’s poor backstage attitude, alleging that she was “phony” and acted “superior” to her fellow wrestlers because she was a legacy. Allegations that I have personally, and painstakingly, corroborated. This led to their very first one on one confrontation.”
The flashback box footage switches to Cynthia bouncing her rear on a matchbooked Kylie’s chest, after shifting to give Sanders’s face a few gluteal swipes, Cynthia dismounts to kneel by the prone Kylie and dig in a gut churning stomach claw.
“After a hard fought, 5-star match, in which Kylie Sanders reinvented sport entertainment… Cynthia got the win and forced her to apologize for her past comments.”
The flashback box switched to footage of Mitchell giving Kylie a DEVASTATING Pile Driver from the top rope, capping it off needlessly with a facesit/crotch claw combo. The referee raises Cynthia’s hand while she remains perched on Kylie’s nose. With a bright smile, Cynthia gets off the semi-conscious Pleasant Valley native and pulls her to a seated position and kisses her on the ear while ruffling her hair.
“Their next match during a FAWN off season and took place in the Twin Cities which at the time was considered Kylie country. Many wrestling editorials consider this the first hint of Cynthia’s true nature, her imitation of Portia’s 911 was clearly overkill. Just riding Kylie Sanders’ face while working that claw –“
But before Cassava can go to the video of Cynthia’s debaucherous display leading to Girl Scout Kylie’s tearful then breathless end, a silvery flash enters from stage left. Sanders, still in her battle gear from earlier in the night, has clearly caught wind of Bethany’s latest effort to humiliate her and she’s not having it.
Kylie Sanders
Sanders snatches one of the DVDs off the display as Cassava looks on, mouth agape both from being in the presence of her idol on the air no less, but also that her obsession is furious. Vanilla Chill gazes on the cover, Mitchell standing behind a kneeling Kylie, bending to lean into a sleeper hold that has Sanders’ hazel eyes crossed.
Snorting, she tosses the case across the studio then knocks another half-dozen off with a livid sweep of an arm. Ky turns to the lens, flushed, eyes lasers.
“The stupid girl on that DVD getting her ass kicked is not me. This is Vanilla Chill, bytches. Not no Girl Scout. And Bethany. As much as you wish I was still your little punching bag, an ATM with the Kylie Corps buying all your craptastic product, that’s not the world we live in. In this world you better keep Avery close or she might find herself Chilled.
Cassava clears her throat, gathering the courage to not only to talk to her beloved legend but interrupt her.
Kylie puts up a palm up and out toward the Milk Chocolate Mauler.
“You need to hush!” Sanders demands and Onika does as she’s told, seemingly delighted the Hawkeye talked to her, even to shut her down. Ky bring her attention back to the camera.
“Mitchell. You’ve been noticeably absent from my life since I blossomed into the best ever while you became a hanger-on, grasping pathetically at Ivy’s apron strings to remain relevant. Hell. Even little Skylar is tougher than your ass.
“If you’ve got the guts. Highly unlikely. You’ll meet me at Heartbroken and I’ll show you just how ancient this history Christian is peddling really is.”
Kylie spins into a side kick that takes out the rest of the display sending product flying. Cassava watches with rapt attention, one hand dipping to the juncture of her thighs. Sanders can’t help but notice the peddler, the blogger, the would-be wrestler from her hometown. Most especially the sycophant.
She moves to Cassava and goes chest to chest, Onika’s gurls making Kylie’s sweat-soaked cleavage look like a training bra would be sufficient.
“I’m not sure how much I like someone shilling product that paints the wrong picture and I’m not sure if I’m going to have to beat that pesky habit of yours out of you. Understand this. As much as I’m making you hot, you’re starting to make me hot in a completely different way and you don’t want that. So watch yourself, Cassava.”
The Platinum Pixie takes a step back and turns to leave before swinging back to the face the rookie, elfin features scrunched in anger. She shoves her palms into Cassava’s abundant bosom, throwing Onika into a backpedal before she stumbles onto her well-padded booty.
Cassava looks up at the hovering Kylie with awe rather than anger and Sanders doesn’t seem sure how to react. She turns to the lens.
“Mitchell. At Heartbroken. You’re going to find out what both of us have become and for you, it’s not going to be a pretty sight.”
Fade to black.
Cassava Onika
The rookie grappler looks dressed to please in dark, form fitting jeans that hugged her curves topped by a sleeveless, gold shirt. Low cut to showcase her envy-invoking breasts, the hemline stopped just above a retro Kylie Corps brand, that was only used during her idol’s first two years of professional wrestling.
“Hello FAWNatics! It’s me! The Milk Chocolate Mauler, The Woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!” The tiny powerhouse is beaming like the sun today, viewers can practically feel her excitement through the screen.
“It is my honor and privilege to reveal FAWN’s newest collection, Kylie: The Early Years-Cynthia Mitchell Edition,” Cassava holds up a DVD collection with one hand, the other slowly showing it off like a game show host’s assistant. On the cover a younger, more innocent Kylie stood ready for action in a black top with matching boy-cut shorts.
Cassava spoke Kylie’s name with the utmost reverence that she deserves (in Onika’s opinion) but the more observant fans noticed that the rookie’s voice dropped an octave when saying Cynthia’s name, and her eyes for the briefest of moments had hostility behind them.
“This collection not only has the first few matches of their epic rivalry, but interviews with them and other stars around the same period to provide context, as well as retrospectives on the feud from various points. Including when they were on more friendly terms, such as when Kylie SAVED Cynthia Mitchell from being humiliated by Sissy Landers… again.”
A picture-in-picture box appeared in the bottom left corner; in it, Cynthia in her original, less scandalous ring togs, crushing a red-faced Kylie in a bear hug.
“Things were already a little tense due to Cynthia’s sister Sophie’s alliance with Miriam Gaiman, a woman dedicated to humiliating Kylie, and Cynthia only made it worse with her idiotic betrayal of Ms. Sanders in a Four Way Match, which she was eliminated first from, ” Cassava noted this with a hint of smug and smirk.
“In the weeks later, Kylie often referred to Cynthia’s poor backstage attitude, alleging that she was “phony” and acted “superior” to her fellow wrestlers because she was a legacy. Allegations that I have personally, and painstakingly, corroborated. This led to their very first one on one confrontation.”
The flashback box footage switches to Cynthia bouncing her rear on a matchbooked Kylie’s chest, after shifting to give Sanders’s face a few gluteal swipes, Cynthia dismounts to kneel by the prone Kylie and dig in a gut churning stomach claw.
“After a hard fought, 5-star match, in which Kylie Sanders reinvented sport entertainment… Cynthia got the win and forced her to apologize for her past comments.”
The flashback box switched to footage of Mitchell giving Kylie a DEVASTATING Pile Driver from the top rope, capping it off needlessly with a facesit/crotch claw combo. The referee raises Cynthia’s hand while she remains perched on Kylie’s nose. With a bright smile, Cynthia gets off the semi-conscious Pleasant Valley native and pulls her to a seated position and kisses her on the ear while ruffling her hair.
“Their next match during a FAWN off season and took place in the Twin Cities which at the time was considered Kylie country. Many wrestling editorials consider this the first hint of Cynthia’s true nature, her imitation of Portia’s 911 was clearly overkill. Just riding Kylie Sanders’ face while working that claw –“
But before Cassava can go to the video of Cynthia’s debaucherous display leading to Girl Scout Kylie’s tearful then breathless end, a silvery flash enters from stage left. Sanders, still in her battle gear from earlier in the night, has clearly caught wind of Bethany’s latest effort to humiliate her and she’s not having it.
Kylie Sanders
Sanders snatches one of the DVDs off the display as Cassava looks on, mouth agape both from being in the presence of her idol on the air no less, but also that her obsession is furious. Vanilla Chill gazes on the cover, Mitchell standing behind a kneeling Kylie, bending to lean into a sleeper hold that has Sanders’ hazel eyes crossed.
Snorting, she tosses the case across the studio then knocks another half-dozen off with a livid sweep of an arm. Ky turns to the lens, flushed, eyes lasers.
“The stupid girl on that DVD getting her ass kicked is not me. This is Vanilla Chill, bytches. Not no Girl Scout. And Bethany. As much as you wish I was still your little punching bag, an ATM with the Kylie Corps buying all your craptastic product, that’s not the world we live in. In this world you better keep Avery close or she might find herself Chilled.
Cassava clears her throat, gathering the courage to not only to talk to her beloved legend but interrupt her.
Kylie puts up a palm up and out toward the Milk Chocolate Mauler.
“You need to hush!” Sanders demands and Onika does as she’s told, seemingly delighted the Hawkeye talked to her, even to shut her down. Ky bring her attention back to the camera.
“Mitchell. You’ve been noticeably absent from my life since I blossomed into the best ever while you became a hanger-on, grasping pathetically at Ivy’s apron strings to remain relevant. Hell. Even little Skylar is tougher than your ass.
“If you’ve got the guts. Highly unlikely. You’ll meet me at Heartbroken and I’ll show you just how ancient this history Christian is peddling really is.”
Kylie spins into a side kick that takes out the rest of the display sending product flying. Cassava watches with rapt attention, one hand dipping to the juncture of her thighs. Sanders can’t help but notice the peddler, the blogger, the would-be wrestler from her hometown. Most especially the sycophant.
She moves to Cassava and goes chest to chest, Onika’s gurls making Kylie’s sweat-soaked cleavage look like a training bra would be sufficient.
“I’m not sure how much I like someone shilling product that paints the wrong picture and I’m not sure if I’m going to have to beat that pesky habit of yours out of you. Understand this. As much as I’m making you hot, you’re starting to make me hot in a completely different way and you don’t want that. So watch yourself, Cassava.”
The Platinum Pixie takes a step back and turns to leave before swinging back to the face the rookie, elfin features scrunched in anger. She shoves her palms into Cassava’s abundant bosom, throwing Onika into a backpedal before she stumbles onto her well-padded booty.
Cassava looks up at the hovering Kylie with awe rather than anger and Sanders doesn’t seem sure how to react. She turns to the lens.
“Mitchell. At Heartbroken. You’re going to find out what both of us have become and for you, it’s not going to be a pretty sight.”
Fade to black.