Post by hawkeye on Apr 9, 2019 0:34:01 GMT
KICKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK
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Cassava Onika
The rhymes of Indie rapper Adam Warrock echo throughout the arena as the small but sexy Cassava Onika exits the curtain to enthusiastic cheers, the smiling Pleasant Valley native raises a fist in response and makes her way down to the ring, slapping outreached hands along the way. Cassava is dressed to kill in her ring togs; a wife beater with a red bra that shows just a rim of café-au-lait skin before the hemline of her white short-shorts; her Buns of Mass Destruction belt is curiously absent…
The Hip Check Queen is on cloud nine despite her recent loss to Mabel Powers due to Kendra Larue’s distraction, then subsequent beatdown. It’s all due to her meeting with the greatest wrestler of all time (her opinion) and her personal hero and goddess… KYLIE SANDERS. Not only had the Chillest of Vanilla spoken to her (told Onika to shut up, and that Kylie may have to beat her up one day) but also hugged her (chested up to Cassava while threatening her) and even got to second base! (shoved by the tits to the floor) Cassava’s nipples were practically humming after the encounter, her nights filled with dreams of a dominant Kylie tying Cassava to her bed and making her squeal. Why did I wear a shirt? I could have gotten skin on skin contact! The thought plagued the dyed blonde night and day.
After picking up a microphone from the announcer’s desk, Onika rolls under the bottom and stands to address the crowd. “Hello FAWNATICS! Welcome to… FAWN! IS! ONIKA!!!” The crowd is split between cheering and laughing. Cassava looks at the camera. “Just testing it out Chris,” she says with a wink. “Last week I saw I wasn’t on the card tonight, so I was going to do an open challenge, but then I realized…what’s the point?” the rookie shrugs her shoulders.
The crowd murmurs, unsure of what to make of this. “At some point tonight, either the ‘Girl who never lets you forget she’s from the Ghetto’ Lakeisha Bates, or her walking security blanket, Kendra Larue, would jump or distract me, and I’d take another L.”
Onika trails a finger lightly across her abdomen, just below her navel, “It’s why I decided to leave my BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION belt home tonight. I didn’t want them to get their grubby hands on it while I’m not looking.”
The ‘ASStacular One’ places a hand on her hip and walks closer to the entrance ramp. “I got a hit on my site from a fan, saying he saw Shockingly Misshapen Booties slipping though the side doors like they do at Merle's place. Cause he doesn't want the neighbors to know he's slumming!”
OOOOHHHH!!!!
That horrendous burn got one of the biggest pops of night and started a brief “MERLE! MERLE! MERLE!” chant, that Cassava happily nodded along with. The fumbling referee’s antics have earned him a bit of following in the FAWN universe. In the weeks afterward, Bootyshock would be plagued with photoshopped images, and artist’s renderings of a nonchalant Merle being hounded by the pair of hot heels.
“So if one of you bitches can summon the courage to face me as wrestlers and not just jump me from behind, let's settle this issue right now!”
Cassava throws the mic aside with a THUNK! and it quickly rolls out of the ring into the hands of a very astute attendant. Moments passed in silence as Cassava and the crowd waited for the villainous duo to respond to the rookie’s challenge... a full minute passes and the arena begins go restless, Cassava throws up her hands and yells “Come on!”
A figure breaks through the curtains and runs down to the ring in a streak of black and white… it’s Merle!
The much put upon ref slides into the ring headfirst to a small pop from the crowd, taking his appearance as sign that this will be an official match. Pockets of the audience restart the “MERLE! MERLE! MERLE! “chant to which the official was equally baffled and touched by.
“Nice to finally see you in person, Merle,” the hourglass shaped rookie pats the official on the shoulder, keeping her eyes on the entrance way, not wanting to be caught off guard.
“Nice to meet you, I loved the episode you did on refs in the British Indies,” he fanboyed, “we don’t usually get much...” the lil’est referee is cut off by the classically beautiful features of Bethany Christian appearing on the Titantron.
Bethany Christian
Framed from the waist up in an expensive leather chair behind her desk, the world’s most powerful MILF had her hands crossed on the oak of her handcrafted desk. Framing her prodigious bust sheathed in a white silk blouse, the top two buttons undone teasing the spectators with a hint of her hypnotizing cleavage. Her continuous abuses of power earned her a torrent of boos whenever she appeared, but always with a few catcalls mixed in.
“Hello ‘Cassava melons’,” The commissioner greeted her with just the right amount of positivity and politeness to show she was about to screw her. “I’m so happy you feel comfortable enough in FAWN to issue a public challenge… and to introduce a belt without consulting me,”
The brief pause after that statement was enough to let Cassava imagine the kinds of sick, twisted plans Christian had in store for her; the same no-win, humiliating situations, she used to put Kylie Sanders in….
Cassava shakes her head vigorously her blonde hair with pink streaks catching in the light, ‘Don’t get turned on right now, you’re about to fight,’ she self-reprimands.
“In light of this, I decided to treat you and our fans to a special event. You’ll face not one, but BOTH members of Bootyshock in a Reverse Gauntlet match. If you can beat just one of them, I’ll make the BMD an official title in the FAWN Universe.”
This brought out a hearty cheer from the crowd, Cassava enthusiastically nodded along and motioned her arms in a “bring ‘em out” fashion.
“However..,” Bethany continued, “...should you lose to BOTH of them, you’ll be placed in a handicap match at a future date against Lakeisha Bates and Kendra Larue. I know Kylie Sanders is your hero, now you’ll be able to share memories of the aftertaste of Bootyshock’s… well I suppose their name is self-explanatory,” she chuckled.
Cassava mean mugged her idol’s longtime tormentor but inwardly she thought the corrupt commissioner had a point. Beating Bootyshock would be a great step on road to joining Hot and Bothered. I’m one fight away from sitting with Ms. Sanders on a sunlight porch sipping sweet t-
OOOHHHH!
Lost in her own thoughts Onika failed to hear Kendra Larue approach her from her six before nailing her in the back of the head with a Yakuza kick!
KENDRA LARUE
REAR YAKUZA KICK (EXCEPT CASSAVA IS STANDING)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCgHJUPuqUI
Cassava drops like a bag of a dirt, and Merle immediately checks to see she hasn’t been knocked out before the bell has rung. Basking in the rain of jeers and boos like it was a standing ovation, Kendra stands arms wide, palms up as she slowly spins. Letting the these truly blessed fans soak in her new ring gear, a just-large-enough bikini with a Mexican flag design paying tribute to the land where Larue and Bates achieved tag team gold multiple times over the last three years, and where Kendra became the singles champion of a popular Indie promotion.
A top tied around her neck and left her creamy shoulders bare, cups straining to hold her shelf of breast back. The bottoms a thong that made a strong statement that Kendra was a future BMD champion, topped off with white wrestling boots.
KENDRA’S OUTFIT BUT WITH DIFFERENT COLORS
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Kendra teased the crowd as Merle tended to the kneeling Onika, who held the back of her head as she struggled to see straight. Merle hears Larue coming to capitalize on the downed rookie and steps between them. “Hang on,” he squeaks, raising a hand tentatively at stomach level, “I need to make sure she’s not injured and ready to-whoa! WHOA!”
Kendra basically strode forward till the official was sandwiched between the corner turnbuckles and the brunette’s large breasts. Kendra silently intimidated the hapless ref while judging his face and body. Looking with an appraising gaze, Kendra announced her judgment with “Never...” then walks away with a mesmerizing swivel in her step.
Merle was never going to try anything, but the rejection was like a stab to the heart, as intended. He motions for the bell unable to tear his eyes away from Kendra’s undulating ass, privately the agnostic Armenian thought he would do for a one night stand if she was drunk and didn’t feel like working too hard...but that was no reason to give him hope when crushing his spirit is so much fun.
The bell’s chime echoes through the air mingling with the cries and boos of angry spectators as Kendra grips Cassava’’s tresses with her left… CASSAVA ENSNARES KENDRA IN A SMALL PACKAGE!
Leaping with the grace of ballerina with two days of training, Merle lands beside the squirming ball of pulchritude and slaps the mat for one! Two! Thre-Kendra breaks out!
With one tenth of a second to spare, Larue powers out of the near-pinfall and rolls clear, Cassava of the same mind, uses the force of Kendra’s escape to roll under the ropes onto the apron; seeking safety in the ropes to stall for recovery time, the ambush Yakuza kick still affecting her senses. After assurance from the official that she got a two count, Kendra stomps over to a kneeling Onika who was using the middle rope as a life raft.
“You’re a sneaky little wannabe aren’t yoUNGGH!” The former Mexican champ felt a sharp blow across her décolletage. A light red mark bisecting her chest would be a daily reminder of the bout for days afterward. In a bit of dirty ingenuity, Cassava pulled on the second rope whipping it like an elastic band across the heel’s milkers. Perhaps the recent truce with Cassandra Beckett is yielding some results.
The shock of the red cable mashing her mummeries drops Kendra to her knees, reaching through the ropes, Cassava grabs Kendra by the ears and pulls her between the top and second cables keeping her doubled over, her tanned haunches raised to an appreciative audience and a flushed referee.
“Ready to feel the difference in quality?” Onika asks rhetorically before grabbing Larue by the scruff, then swinging her hips away then back, blasting Kendra in the face with a side of cake (hip attack 40).
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Kendra felt first hand that the hype surrounding this unofficial champ was real, Cassava’s right glute smacking into, and enveloping the the right side of Larue’s face with the force of a forearm shiver. If Onika had any detractors in the front rows that quickly changed as her butt-centric onslaught teased the audience and was celebrated with a torrent of camera flashes. The Iowa native retreated to a corner post leaving Kendra hung up in the strand like lumpy laundry. Raising a hand to stop the official from pulling the Siren free, Onika ran back and twisted to blast Kendra with the hardest hip check so far (we’re just getting started) knocking the Bootyshock member back into the ring.
The callipygian Kendra was knocked loopy onto her belly; checking to feel if her face was still arranged the same way. Feeling a little more her usual self, Cassava pops a grin and flexes a small but toned bicep for the adoring masses. Spying that Larue made it to her knees, Onika slipped a leg under the top cable and planted her foot on the bottom rope, launching off it, she slammed Kendra back to the canvas face first with a one-armed bulldog.
SLINGSHOT BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXQmzrU11X4
Cassava lands semi-comfortably on her highly trained rear as Kendra’s forehead hits the mat with a THUNK! The brunette bounces hard enough to roll onto her back and Cassava quickly lies across her chest and pulls her knee in tight for a pin.
1!
2!
3NNOO!!!
Kendra pushes up to roll onto her chest. Not wasting time checking the count with the ref, Onika grabs Larue’s wrist and drags her to center ring; the Jungle Queen letting out a hiss as the rough surface chafes her tits. Cassava drops her opponent's wrists and takes a couple of steps to straddle Larue’s back, The Milk Chocolate Mauler drops it low, in this case hitting the medicine ball of her ass onto the the base of Kendra’s spine (hip attack 9).
“Gaghh!” Kendra arches her back and instinctively reaches for the small of her back, Cassava grabs the offered limb and pulls the frustrated heel to a seated position. Onika hops astride Kendra’s neck and squeezes like she’s trying to crack a coconut. Larue’s eyes immediately started to bug out from the pressure, and she slaps and scratches at the dark thighs squashing her head. Cassava smacks the back of the Siren’s head and chides “don’t be impatient, “before leaning down and crossing Larue’s right leg over her left knee and pulls up with both hands Kendra’s left leg, trapping the brunette in a painful stump puller.
TEARING HER A NEW ONE: SCISSORED FIGURE FOUR STUMP PULLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifHeTxygxwc&t=0s&list=WL&index=34
The unorthodox hold puts a tremendous strange on the victim’s left hamstring, left knee, neck and head, but the worst pain of all was Kendra's humiliation at being dominated by this wannabe! The Jungle Queen hasn’t able make an ounce of offense after her initial sneak attack, this is so embarrassing… made all the worse when Cassava halved her grip so she could swing one arm in the air as she did a little cowgirl dance, wrenching Larue’s neck in all directions.
“GGRRETT! OFGH!”
“Wooo!” Cassava cried as she tried to break in her lumpy filly, citing a Pavlovian “WOOO!” from the fans watching, the ASSassain shifted her pelvis rhythmically, making the junior Bootyshock member grunt with each movement. Onika’s twirls not only worked Kendra mentally but also bought more time for pounding in her head to clear. The pressure of Cassava’s legs were too strong on Kendra’s jaw to speak when the ref inquired for her submission, so she settled flipping him off.
“Don’t mind her Merle. Hey, bust a move with me, show Kanako what she’s missing!” Onika asked with a shimmying flourish that forces another groan through Kendra’s lips. A flustered Merle declines but the Online Sensation insists.
“Come on! Let’s see how those stripesAAH!” Kendra began raking her nails up and down Onika’s leg with her right hand and twisting Onika’s middle toes with her left. Cassava dropped an elbow onto the crown of Larue’s head in retaliation, ceasing the catfighting tactics. Stepping off Kendra’s shoulders Cassava lobbed a forearm at the base of Kendra’s neck, keeping her pacified.
“Want to play rough huh, ass implants?” the slur getting laughs from the first few rows.
Cassava keeps a deep grip of Larue’s long hair with her right hand as she steps to a standing mount of Kendra’s splayed left leg. The Woman of 1000 Hip Attacks pitches her pelvis forward, then rockets back slamming her glutes into Kendra’s head! The crowd responds with an enthusiastic “OOOH!” drowning out the veteran’s cry of pain. Cassava backs it up again, still stunned Kendra’s mouth was slightly open, so she got a taste of the sweat glistening on the rookie’s cheeks, her guttural moan of disgust and agony was again drowned out by the “OOOHH!!” of the crowd. Onika raised a hand and swung her hips in a tight circle like an impromptu belly dance, raising the tension for the last hit. Each gyration of Cassava’s caboose raises the crowd’s roar octave by octave until the building was at a fever pitch, finally breaking the tension with a hip check that for an instant swallowed Kendra’s face before she was knocked flat!
HIP ATTACK 92
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg&index=20&list=LLoWzLXGoosFkATmMtY9VgFw&t=0s
The multitudes of fans cheered the rookie’s domination uproariously, any nostalgia for the FAWN legend is squashed under their love for the Hipcheck Queen. Smiling, Cassava raised a knee and patted her God given weapon before leaping into a crossbody pin. Merle hits the mat for a 2.997 count as Kendra raises a shoulder and saves herself from a humiliating defeat.
Onika raises to her knees off the pummeled body pillow that was Kendra Larue, and slaps The Siren’s bronze tummy in irritation at the delay of advancing in the gauntlet, plus she was still peeved about Kendra’s earlier sneak ,and her intrusion with Cassava’s match with Mabel Powers.
“Alright, time to put you bed! Lakeshia’s face has an appointment with my ass,” Onika pulls Larue to both feet in prep for her Axe Guillotine Driver called Upside Down Cake.
UPSIDE DOWN CAKE: AXE GUILLOTINE DRIVER
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Kylie’s Number One Fan dips and slips her noggin through Kendra’s legs, then wraps her arms around Kendra’s knees, and straightens to drape the deposed Jungle Queen down Cassava’s back like a cape. At least that was the intention… when Onika raises up Larue pushes off as well, increasing the dyed blonde’s momentum with her powerful legs. Rather than moving 90 degrees the battling pair go 270 as Kendra converts the shorter woman’s finisher into a flipping Pile Driver!
CANADIAN DESTROYER- 45 SECONDS
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Kendra takes the bump on her dangerous derriere while Cassava bounces her head off the canvas like she was a pogo stick from hell. Rebounding a foot in the air, the Iowan splatters on her front in a boneless heap and Larue falls back catching her breath from the uncharacteristically agile maneuver. Her time down south seems to have allowed Kendra to learn from her Lucha style cohorts. The crowd lets out a collective groan at Cassava’s sickening impact, but there's an aftermath of respectable applause for Kendra’s innovative and surprising offense.
Merle got over his shock after Onika’s first bounce and slid to the once dominant ragdoll’s side. Checking to see if her neck is broken or worse, Cassava’s subtly leg spasms at least assured she wasn’t paralyzed. While the official tried to gather a response from Cassava, Kendra rolled onto her front, taking the opportunity to gather strength and pay back the rookie bitch tenfold!
“Cassava, are you alright? Do we need the stretcher?” a worried Merle questions the squirming superfan: still lying flat to the canvas, her left hand patted her neck and head checking for kind of abnormality, her right lazily waved a rejection to the offer. Kylie wouldn’t let being dropped on her head stop her, so the match continues! Just as soon as Cassava remembered how to stand and who she was fighting…
Merle still felt like he should stop the fight, but his earpiece transmitted the orders of his boss, Scary Lady and source of 20 Brazzers Hot and Mean porn parodies, Bethany Christian.
“If New Kylie is awake the show goes on!”
Merles fights back a little by starting a 10 count, any luck and he can get a double knock out.
“One!” “ONE!!” The audience echo each number the instant it leaves the referee’s lips.
“Two!” “TWO!!”
“Three!” “THREE!!”
“Four!” “FOUR!!”
“Five!” “FIVE!!”
“Six!” “SIX!!”
“Seven!” “SEVEN!!”
“Eight!” “EIGHT!!”
“Nine!” “NINE!!”
“Te-!” KENDRA GOES FOR THE PIN!!!
Merle abruptly stops the 10 count and goes for a 3.
“ONE! TWO! THRENNNOOO!!!!”
Thinking Cassava was out like a light, The Siren had gone for a lackadaisical one arm cover, laying across the tits of the lopesided-assed wannabe. Before Merle’s palm ends the first round of the fight, Onika attempts a weak kip up without the use of her arms, kicking up her legs and sending a roll through her body, shoving the offending limb off with her breasts alone. The love starved fragments of the Kylie Corps let their subconscious take control and they cheer their hearts out for the Online Sensation. In the front row one slightly inebriated female fan in a tight Estrina Starfire t-shirt heckles the shocked and confused Kendra.
“You landed one move after getting your butt kicked the whole fight! That fake ass slowing you down?” doubling down on Cassava’s earlier insult gets the ginger some chuckles and hi-fives from her peers, while Larue seethed in the ring. A second wind fueled by rage and humiliation was started to blow and it precursor to a hurricane.
Rolling to her feet, Kendra Larue slipped her fingers into Onika’s hair and dragged her up by the roots squealing. The Iowan’s hands try to pry her multicolored locks free as Kendra gets close whispers “this is where the pain starts,” before shaking Cassava’s head back forth like she was trying to rip her hair out. Ignoring the Onika’s shirks and the referee's protests for a few shakes, Kendra whips the wannabooty forward, then backward spine first into a hairpull backbreaker.
HAIRPULL BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBahEQeWuS4
“Gah!”
The hair pulling and back realignment broke Cassava out of her daze but couldn’t do more than shudder on her side before Larue picked her up placed her in a tight headscissors. Linking her toned arms around Cassava’s middle Kendra scooped her resisting cargo onto her right shoulder. Onika braced herself for a Canadian backbreaker but was swiftly proven wrong when Kendra sat out while turning, simultaneously flipping Cassava over smearing her face against the canvas.
OVER EASY
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Rebounding onto her back like a rubber ball in dishwasher, Cassava felt everything hurt and couldn’t tell up from down. The rough canvas against her skin provided an anchor to focus on so she could confirm her face and tits hadn’t been squashed flat. Her self-analysis only lasted moments as a fury fueled Kendra stood, adjusted her togs, then slipped her arms under Onika’s body and deadlifted the BMD champion into a rib crunching Bearhug.
Cassava gritted her teeth and tried not to whine as Larue tried to squeeze her guts out like a tube of toothpaste. Placing her legs on Kendra’s hips too ease some of the pressure, Onika went for an ear ringer to escape the hold but a constriction from Kendra’s arms forced all the air and tension from the Superfan’s body.
“When I’m finished there won’t be anything left for Lakeisha to Rumpshake,” Kendra whispered threateningly into Cassava’s ear before shaking her back and forth like a dog with a stuffed animal. When Kendra finally stopped her swinging, Cassava’s body had the consistency of a wet noodle, Merle approaches and goes to check the dyed blonde’s arm, but Larue steps away as his fingers graze Onika’s wrist.
“Come on Larue,I can’t let you injure her.”
Kendra firmly states “This ends when I say it does,” then crouches and adjusts her grip so she has her right hand digging into the meat of Onika’s left butt cheek and her other going and through her legs. Standing up Kandra hoists the breathless beauty onto her shoulder like a bag of dirt. The Jungle Queen twisted left to build momentum then swerved right ripping her hand free from Cassava’s thighs and dropped down, working the rookie’s back once again with a ring shaking collision.
SWINGING SIDE SLAM
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Back arched from pain Cassava bleats on the canvas as Kendra goes to one knee, Merle gets ready to count a pinfall but Larue not finished with her steamrolling. She chops Cassava’s stomach with a hard “CRACK!” making the Iowan curl up to protect her softening center, Kendra grabs an offered elbow and pulls Cassava up. The tall Armenian takes a step back to send off her victim to the corner but Onika stops her with a barrage of forearm shivers into Kendra’s quivering rack!
“This ends with you kissing my ass!” growls the Buns of Mass Destruction Champion.
The crowd goes wild at the tease of a comeback, showering the ring with cheers that rise with each blow to Kendra’s milkers in a bid to free herself, but the rebellion is quickly quenched by a sharp knee to Cassava’s womanhood, making her squawk and fall to her knees. The applause turned to silence, then a stream of boos as Kendra gloats over the diminished hipster, still clutching her right elbow, Onika’s face blanked with the paralyzing pain at her crotch, she tries to weakly massage the sensation away in vain with her free hand.
Merle steps in with a warning to the junior Bootyshock member, “stay out her trunks Larue,” trying and failing to sound like an authority figure. Kendra raised an eyebrow at this show of spine, then turns slightly to point one of her well rounded cheek’ at the skinny official and gave it a loud “SPANK!” startling the ref making him stumble backwards, a moment that sends a wave of laughter through the crowd.
SOUND EFFECT
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Kendra cocks her weaponized hindquarters back to safety and says “alright I’ll work her top,” then grabbed the back of Cassava’s shirt and pulls her up by the elbow and cloth. Flipping her shirt Larue forced Cassava’s arms up and doubled her over in the hockey fight tradition known as jerseying. The Siren sent a torrent of knees to Onika’s midsection sending ripples through her outthrust rear, and overhead forearms to Onika’s back making her teardroping breasts barely contained in her red bounce with each hit, delighted the more morally neutral in the audience.
“HEY! Let go of the shirt or you’re getting DQ’ed! I don’t care what Christian says!”
Kendra gave a smirk and shrugged, sending a calculated bounce to her bosom, “you asked for it.” She dips a knee and sends Cassava off with a powerful Irish Whip, stripping her of her shirt and bra at the same time!
Onika was sent hurtling to the corner in a run that sent her tits a-bobble, captured by hundreds of phones recording in the stands. The Online Sensation saves her nubs from the rough texture of the post in the nick of time and takes the bump with her bare back. The jarring crash make her breasts nearly slap her chin in their buoyancy, She manages to slip her around the top rope to stop from falling flat on her face, her nipples stiffen in the cool air as she takes deep breaths trying to center herself for a surprise dropkick. A plan that never got off the ground as Kendra’s butt CRUSHES her abdomen like a cannonball!
The second Larue sent this fake champion away, she turned and threw Cassava clothes to the crowd, her top was grabbed out of the air by a tall Spanish woman in a daring Vanilla Chill t-shirt, while the bra was used n a tug of war between a set of twin Asian coeds. Kendra gave her buns a couple of cheeky slaps before running after Onika like a runaway train, rattling Cassava’s bones and collapsing her gut with a running butt smash.
L. A WRECKING BALL
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A deep groan escapes through Cassava’s mouth, pinned to the turnbuckles by
Larue’s rear, her head lies listless between Kendra’s shoulder blades, all strength leaving her body for a moment. Kendra gave a few grinds into the rookie’s midsection for emphasis before easing off, letting Cassava crumbles to a seat in the corner. Seeing her positioning, Kendra takes off for the opposite post, slaps the top turnbuckle, and runs back building speed, mentally hitting her mark Kendra turns and hops with both feet in the air, her junk filled trunk hitting Onika’s face like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs.
JUMPING HIP ATTACK- 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqiPkHUwx1g
The audience lets out a groan of sympathy seeing Cassava’s head whiplash over the bottom buckle. The hit possibly knocking sense into the dyed blonde, Cassava starts to knee walk out of the corner on autopilot, a hand reaching out for help that was nowhere to be found. Kendra almost gently pushes her back to a seat in the corner post, then pivots and shows the newb what real BMDs look like. She backs dat ass up and gives Cassava’s face a through scrubbing, back and forth Larue gyrates to make sure this arrogant bitch memorizes every inch of her cheeks. Onika’s mental faculties seem to snap back at least partially during the glute glossing and she slaps and claws and kicks to get out from under Lakeisha’s henchwoman, and her truly awful stinkface technique. Sensing Cassava’s renewed resistance, The Siren adopts a wider stance sets her hips from washing machine to blender, practically doubling her speed and batting the bitch’s face with her back porch. Seeing Merle is about to start a count Kendra squats deeper, sinking Onika’s into the crack that carried multiple championships, REALLY pushin those cushions. Inadvertently she grinds the Konami code on repeat through Merle’s count and then subsequent empty threats of disqualification when Kendra refused to Cassava from her sweaty prison, Larue finally steps away letting the second coming of Sanders’ gasping face slip free, trying and failing to to get the taste of Kendra’s thong off her tongue.
BOOTYPOP-00:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7uw2C1VBcQ&t=51s
As Kendra gives Onika space to breath she reaches out and flicks Merle’s left nipple through his shirt, halting his spiel about “respecting the stripes” making him sputter and blush. In her mind his one night stand potential has gone from drunk to tipsy.
During Kendra’s negging of the flustered ref Cassava has crawled out of the corner and is walking on all fours to the adjacent post, too rattled to think of anything other than escape. Larue walks confidently and heads off the bottom heavy midget, letting the Onika climb up her legs to a kneeling position.
“You ready to admit you’re a pretender and not fit to lace our-Gah!”
Her hands on Kendra’s upper thighs Cassava connects with a headbutt to the heel’s mound, stunning the bully and getting a pop from the crowd. Cassava starts unloading right hands to Larue’s side then rises slightly while threading her head between Kendra’s thighs. Either going for her finisher, or a back body drop.
“You’re a lesser Lakeisha, who’s a lesser me... just worthLESS really.”
Cassava raises the taller woman halfway off the ring’s surface when Kendra’s legs clamp around the dyed blonde’s neck, cutting off her air flow, interrupting the move and silencing the cheering fans all at once.
Larue’s cross ankled feet fall back the ground, she stands at full height while keeping the gagging Cassava ensnared in a tight headscissors. Visibly enraged, Kendra's face is red for different reasons than Cassava; she gives Onika’s bum a sharp double spank that makes Merle wince, then positions Cassava, so she’s hanging off her back like a backpack, her tired face bouncing off Kendra’s rump. The Jungle Queen takes three large steps and before throwing Cassava back. Just before she hits the mat Kendra leaps with her legs out, her titanic tush flattening Onika’s milk chocolate mounds as soon as they hit the ring.
SIREN BOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGEk5ZEZKcM
Once the ring stops shaking Kendra shifts into a reverse facesit, Cassava’s face buried under the might that was Larue’s backside. Onika doesn't twitch once during Merle’s count, either knocked out cold or just cutting her losses. The Superfan came back valiantly from an ambush that would have knocked out a lot of women instantly but that counter to her finisher was a fall she couldn’t get back up from
“YOUR WINNER OF THE FIRST ROUND, KENDRA LARUE!!”
Kendra bears down and treats the loser to some facial grinds during the proclamation of her what should have been seen as her inevitable victory. The surrounding fans were ticked off at Cassava’s loss but a good portion of them were cheered up at the possibility of some old school FAWN, but Kendra’s ministration were a cocktease for the viewers, standing up into a straddle of Onika’s face. A small smile at the edges of her lips she digs a heel into the fallen woman’s navel, rosing Cassava a bit out of her bootyshocked state. Once the BMD placeholder was semi-coherent Larue puts her hands on her knees, goes into a squat, and proceeds to wiggle and work that booty over Cassava’s cringing face. She turns away, wanting to look anywhere but the rhythmically bouncing buns that laid doubt on her title claim.
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“This was just a preview, after Bates Rumpshakes you through the foundation, we’re going to split you in two in the handicap match, then I’m going to take your title an put it around a better waist,” during Larue’s summary of Cassava’s future she never stops backing that thang up.
MS. NEW BOOTY
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The fun, yet problematic rhymes of Bubba Sparxxx fill the air, heralding the in-ring return of FAWN legend Lakeisha Bates. A lot of the audience actually forgot this was a gauntlet match after Kendra’s intense finish and post match celebration. Stepping through the curtains with hands on hips was the former World and tag Champion, dressed in a throwback to her early days of a tight white tank top and jean short-shorts she was a vision of power and success while keeping true to her roots...or she thought Cassava wasn’t worth effort of real ring gear.
LAKEISHA BATES
Forgoing her usual entrance ritual, she walked down the ramp chuckling to herself. Her partner is usually more subtle about showing off what her momma gave her, but Larue’s hips swayed hypnotically with the beat of Lakeisha’s entrance music. While Bates’ walk was almost casual every subtle movement of her ass was religiously followed by the men and most women in the audience, generally the leader of the defunct Dangerous Curves slaps only a select few hands along the way to the ring (Da Man’s Army doesn’t deserve it) but tonight she goes around the barricade not wanting to halt Kendra’s uncharacteristic booty shakin.
Finally satisfied, Kendra stops her twerking (breaking Merle out of a drooling glamour) to sit on the middle rope to allow Bate’s entrance. Swinging one leg over the cable The Nubian Queen enters the ring making sure one side of the stadium got to a good look at the greatness that was her booty. While crossing over, Bates gives a light nip of her teeth to the meat of Larue’s right butt cheek, Kendra fakes a light gasp and pats The Rumpshaker’s rear in retaliation.
“Man, you really went full ghetto on that bitch, thought she’d be leaving on a stretcher. You usually don’t show off the jelly outside the bedroom,” Lakeisha reaches down and gets two big big handfuls of Armenian ass and jostles them, getting hoots and cat calls from the enthralled viewers.
Giggling like a schoolgirl Kendra grabs her mentor’s wrists and pulls them from her back bounty. “Sorry, she was just so irritating, she’s like a tick and a rash had an ugly baby. I tried to leave a little for you,” Cassava had rolled to a corner post and climbed to a hunched over position, her unclothed chest heaving as the Iowan tries to clear her head from pain and any psychological effects from the loss.
“Eh, this bitch could never give me a real fight anyway. Why don’t you head to the back first I got drinks chilling, I’ll join you after I pin this Auntie Tammy.”
As Larue heads to the back Lakeisha swings a palm up, slapping the shelf of Kendra’s rear from the bottom as she leaves, getting a coo out of the leaving shock soldier.
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Merle checks in with Cassava as LK takes center ring.
“Are you good to go? I can stop this right now.”
Bates interrupts before she can answer, “Da man can’t protect their house pet all the time, ring the damn bell cracka!”
Merle grumbles and looks to Cassava, she nods breathlessly and gives a thumbs up. She still has a shot of coming out even. Merle gives the signal and bell rings, the smaller Onika approaches cautiously in a wrestler's crouch while Bates waits almost impatiently. Given their similar skin tones and body types, a casual observer might mistake this for a family dispute. After getting within range Cassava darts forward for a single leg takedown, but Lakeisha intercepts, dropping down and ensnaring the young booty battler with a front face lock.
“Scared of facing a strong Black woman instead of the parade of lily White bitches you wish you were?” the FAWN original reaches under and pinches one of Onika’s nipples, grinding down on the headlock when Cassava hisses.
Onika growls “I’ll let you know when I see one,” before pistoning right hands into the Original Hipster’s flank. The punches having more power than Bates liked, she fires three big knees into Cassava’s bread basket, gutting her deeply. Legs wobbling, Cassava stops hitting and hugs her stomach, LK switches from a facelock to a wrist; twisting the dyed blonde and pink’s arm viciously and making her walk in a shambling circle as Bates uses the limb as a leash.
Lakeisha grits her teeth putting real strength into popping Onika’s arm like the cap on a bottle of Sprint “jokes shouldn’t tell jokes,” she advises before pulling the rookie in for a short arm clothesline; one that Cassava ducks, then clasps her hands around the Fort Worth native’s waist.
“You would know considering your career.”
The BMD Champion pops her hips, hoisting the taller woman up and over for a German Suplex.
LOW ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX
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Bates takes the landing on her back and shoulders, veteran instincts telling her to keep her head tucked. Lacking the strength it would have had earlier in the night, The Rumpshaker rolls with the hit and rises to gut Cassava again with a shoulderblock, who had run over to capitalize on her attack; Kendra’s earlier corner rampage started with Cassava’s core and it looks like Bates is planning to segue that into a weakness. The much put-upon Mauler kneels on the canvas trying not retch, while Lakeisha stands back up, The Girl from the Ghetto pulls Onika up by the arm and shifts her into a tip toeing Hammerlock.
“Little more fight in ya than I thought. At least you’re not a complete embarrassment.” Bates palms Onika’s left breast bounces it lightly in her hand as if weighing it, before caressing both breasts possessively to a roaring crowd, always ready to cheer some HLA. The change in tactics shocked Cassava still for a few seconds before she renewed her efforts to escape; all attempts thwarted by the cagey veteran who seemed to know exactly when and where to adjust keep the shorty in the embarrassing hold. Once she certain Onika’s nipples were almost painfully erect, Laheishe pinched her right peak tightly, making the rookie let loose a high-pitched yelp that brought a smile to her face.
“Judging by how well they squeeze at least your tits are real. Thought they wouldn’t since you’re a fake Nebraska with fake hair, who worships a fake tough girl...hang on,” Lakeisha spins Cassava out of the Hammerlock into a knucklelock. With her her free hand she plucks an eyelash out Onika’s face!
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“AAh!” Cassava shrieks and paws her watering eyes as Bates inspects the eyelash while ignoring Merle’s commands to keep away from the eyes.
“Did you buy these from a dollar store? “Bates asks holding it up to the stadium lights. A newly red eyed Cassava starts laying in kicks to Bates’ legs but can’t get much hurt behind the strikes being too gassed from the previous match and handhold angling her bodyweight awkwardly.
“THOSE ARE REAL BITCH!” Temper flaring, a kick connects to Lakeisha’s thigh that has some mustard on it, staggering The Nubian Queen for a moment but the knucklelock holds. Scowling The Girl from the Ghetto palms the cilium and makes a fist.
“A’ight then, make a wish,” Bates belts Cassava a heavy blow across the cheek, craning her neck. When she looks back Lakeisha pulls her into another facelock and pulls Cassava’s left arm over her shoulders. Getting a handful of Cassava’s short-shorts with her free hand, Bates lifts with her back and takes the pint-sized booty battler into the air with a suplex. Her toes wiggling in the cold air, LK holds Cassava in the stall position letting the blood pool down in her brain. Instead of falling back The Rumpshaker drops her the way she came, splattering tits first on the mat.
GOURDBUSTER
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“Did you wish this match was over?” Lakeisha asks the writhing Superfan mockingly, hands on knees, the Bootyshock General waits for Cassava to struggle to all fours before she fills a hand with the faux champion’s hair and tugs at it harshly, Cassava’s hands grasp at her scalp and she tries to scream but she’s pulled into a face blasting hipcheck! The audience groans as Onika’s head bounces like a ping pong ball, not releasing her grip on Cassava’s multi-colored hair, LK machine guns her muscular and perfectly round buttocks into the Online Sensation head. Each cheeky blow punctuated by a sharp word from Bates.
“THIS! IS! WHAT! A! REAL! ASS! FEELS! LIKE!”
Letting go at the last hit, Onika rebounds off badonkadonk to slam the back of her head on the ring floor, groaning and vision spinning. With a smug look LK crouches, gives her buns a single bounce, then jumps into the air over Cassava’s prone body, her vaunted cheeks crushing the Iowa native’s rolling breasts.
RUMPSHAKER LITE/BANZAI DROP- 2:03
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Without checking with the veteran Merle drops to count the pin, he hits the mat once before Bates shifts off Onika’s naked chest, not done toying with this punk who thinks she’s grown.
“Come on Bates, I can’t let you hurt her,” Merle’s pleas fall on deaf ears, the baddest bitch out of Fort Worth pulls Cassava up and pulls her into an ear mashing headscissors.
“Shut up zebra bitch, I ain’t done yet.”
Bates takes her time, soaking in the hate filled jeers of the fans as she crosses her arms on a seemingly insensate Cassava’s haunches. Looking like the cat that cornered the canary, LK walks her fingers down the leg holes of the rookies shorts and takes a hem in each hand. She gives the cloth a small pull, exposing more of Onika’s smooth flesh. Lakeisha’s heat with crowd suddenly becomes a mixed reaction, their lust for the ASStacular one overriding their concern for her safety. Bates gives Onika a slow, halting, wedgie; each jerk getting The Nubian Queen more and more cheers while the shorts dig further and further into Cassava nethers. The pain dragging Cassava whimpering back to consciousness.
With a final searing yank, LK turns the comparatively tiny shorts into a thong, taking Onika’s kicking feet off the mat for a moment to lascivious applause. Hearing indignant cries rising from between her legs Lakeisha knew the pipsqueak was awake. Turning her head to one side of the stadium she asks, “You guys want some stale cake too?”
Keeping Onika trapped in the headscissors, Bates shows off the Superfan’s near nude end to each side of the arena, making sure to give the death grip on her shorts a hard yank before each swivel to maximize the amount gluteus visible for the cameras. After hitting all four sides of the building Lakeisha slips her arms around Cassava’s waist, sending a spiteful pulse through her legs as she taunts, “after put the BMD title around some proper booty, I’m going to settle up with that bitch Nebraska. That culture vulture has had a Rumpshakin a long time coming.”
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Cassava’s fingers twitched.
The Shock General lifts the smaller woman’s body up, looking to cave Onika’s head in with a piledriver, but as LK pulls her up Cassava crunches her abs digs her thumbs into Lakeisha’s eyes! Screaming Bates drops Onika and tries to pull the offending hands away, but the snarling Mauler just keeps clawing at LK’s face, scratching everywhere but with a focus blinding the woman who dared to threaten her idol. The audience and the ref are shocked at the blatant display of violence and rulebreaking from the usually friendly and respectful Cassava, it takes Merle a few seconds to shake himself out a stupor and inform Cassava to keep off the eyes or get DQ’ed. To her credit she does, but when Lakeisha’s hands go to her face Cassava drops to one knee and fires an uppercut between LK’s legs!
Lakeisha chokes and doubles over, hands at her center. Cassava slides one hand between her legs, and the other around the heel’s neck.
“Pleasant.”
Cassava stands up with LK across her shoulders, holding her adversary tight she runs forward.
“VALLEY!”
She springs into the air, getting more height than one would think would be possible, angling Lakeisha’s head and shoulders to the canvas.
“DRIVER!!”
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER
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Bates collides with the mat with a reverberating “THUNK”. Lakeisha flops spread eagle and Cassava moves into a kneeling straddle of The Rumpshaker’s waist, facing her feet. Cassava grabs Lakeisha’s ankles and leans back into a bridge, the crown of her head touching the mat while raising Bates’ buns into the air. Incidental or purposely this folding pin has a side effect of Onika’s ass enveloping LK’s face.
DUDLEY PIN
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ONE!
TWO!
THREENNOO!!
Lakeisha powers out of the matchbook and manages a not-quite-a-somersault onto her front, the feel of Cassava’s sitting on her face hitting a chord in her soul that she found disturbing. Fear of being truly replaced as the Baddest Ass in FAWN? Or she’s finally met a booty that surprised what drooling morons would call her prime? Either way, LK had no time to self-reflect, as she scrambled to her knees Cassava was at her side plunging rapid-fire knees into her flank, belly and ribs. Bates tried to roll away to the safety of the apron but every inch gained was paid for with a knee strike, reaching salvation she throws an arm over the bottom cable.
“Get this crazy bitchOOUF!”
The crazed Cassava grabs the top rope and just sends stomp after stomp to Lakeisha’s face and head, LK covers up as best she can, but this ass kicking is almost uncomfortable to watch, not the viewers seem to mind. Since the low blow, the people in the stands have been going wild for the rookie with controversial opinions about the Pleasant Valley Traitor. Merle skipped the warning and gave Onika a four count, seeing that she was too caught up in her fervor he steeled himself and wrapped his arms around Cassava’s middle, and pulled her away from the tenderized Lakeisha.
Onika thrashed in the official’s grip, arms flailing and legs kicking.
“LET ME GO!! SHE NEEDS TO PAY!!” Cassava’s practically foaming at the mouth, fed up with the ambushes, insults, and slights against her hero Kylie Sanders.
“O-Onika! If you don’t back off I have to disqualify you, and you’ll end up in a handicap match. That’s not gonna help your revenge or your new belt, right?! O-or impressing Kylie?!””
Cassava stopped struggling, “That’s a good point. Thank you, Merle.”
Her voice was flat, but venom surged underneath. Fortunately for the brave referee, it was directed at The Man’s Nemesis. He slowly removed his hands from her waist and backed away slowly. Cassava would send him a gift basket later that week, as an “I’m sorry” reparation. Bates slowly got to her feet, feeling like grapes in wine country and checking her face for abrasions.
“Fuckin lunatic… at least Nebraska took her shakin with some dignity.” she barked, rolling her shoulders stepping walking much more tentative than before away from the ropes. Onika’s nostrils flared, then the Online Sensation exploded from her spot, a streak of colors with teeth bared at the larger but suddenly fearful Lakeisha. The Fort Worth native scarcely had time to raise her arms and shout “whoa!” before a blitzkrieg elbows rained down upon her. Lakeisha’s guard stood strong at first but soon fell under Cassava’s ferocity, worming Bates’ arms aside the Superfan held the back of The Shock General’s head as she pistoned forearm shiver after forearm shiver into the heel’s face and neck.
Bullying Bates into a corner post, Onika hammered her down till LK was ass to mat, even then only backing off after Merle touched her on the shoulder after starting a count. Cassava runs to the opposite buckles then U-turns into a hesitation dropkick, getting some serious air and distance with her powerful legs. Her stems go from knees to chin to locked straight, her bare feet smacking into Bates’ nose and teeth with a force that made the crowd sympathize with the Shock General, an extremely rare phenomenon.
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Bates’ upper body is leaning over the bottom cable, still conscious evident by her blinking eyes and subtle movements of her jaw to see if anything was broken. She may have tipped over onto the padded concrete if not for Cassava pulling her back to sit legs spread, back against the buckles.
Merle looks at Bates shaking the stars out of her eyes and says, “I need you to take this out of the corner Cassava, can’t have her getting sandbagged all match.”
She nods passing him on route to the far post, “soon, just need an exclamation point.”
Kicking off into a fast sprint across the canvas with LK as a target, Onika jumps in the air landing her right foot on the bottom cable right of Bates, she uses that to double jump off the middle cable to Bates’ left. Cassava straightens in the air parallel to the ring, and falls like an Acme boulder, her left elbow hitting Lakeisha’s kitty with sadistic precision.
DON’T SWEAT THE TECHNIQUE
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“GOOAAA!!!” Lakeisha’s pathetic wail is mimicked by the fans in attendance, all the females in the arena instinctively lock their knees and grimace in sympathy pain. LK cups her center and falls to her side, rocking back and forth.
“Oh.. oh my pussy.... you crazy Oreo,” Lakeisha whimpered into the rough surface of the canvas, vaunted ass wiggling in the air, one boot kicking the ground, her hands cupping her tender undercarriage. Cassava shoves the overrated rear to the mat and goes for a cover, grinding a forearm into Bates’ cheek as a subtle ‘fuck you’ as Merle slaps the mat once...twice… Bates slips a boot under the bottom rope in the nick of time.
Onika looks the zebra but the striped one shakes his head, she doesn’t mind. Just more chances to teach this bitch to respect he and Iowa’s favorite daughter Kylie Sanders. Palming and pressing down one of Lakeisha’s breasts as she stood up, the Asstacular One pulls her nemesis to verticality and drops to one knee sending Bates away with a fierce Irish Whip. Forced into an awkward run, LK had the sense of mind to spin on a heel, hitting the corner with her back. Her violent collusion with the post rattled the connecting cables; Lakeisha’s bones as well.
A howl erupts from Bates’ as she rebounds forward from the post with her back arched, unfortunately right into Onika’s clutches. The newly sadistic Cassava latches on to the Fort Worth native and nearly tears her arm out of it’s socket with another Irish Whip. Too surprised from the second whip to turn into the buckles, Lakeisha’s luscious and now very sore breasts cushion her meeting with the steel pillar.
Lakeisha lets out a girlish cry and covers her chest as she backpedals… right into a third Irish Whip! Over and over Onika slings the veteran away, using the ring structure itself to bruise The Shock General’s increasingly tiring body. After what seemed to Bates countless crashes, the former World Champion’s legs give way and she falls onto her face.
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Using one of her feet to roll Lakeisha over, Cassava drops on top of her for another pin attempt that ultimately fails in the thousandth of a second before the third count. Still Cassava doesn’t look discouraged, this is no longer about settling the score as it is causing pain to the Rumpshaker, and all those who would threaten her goddess of the corn. As Cassava rises, she pulls up The Rumpshaker by the roots and whispers in her ear, “pretty different when you don’t come at me from the back like a coward, isn’t it?”
Onika throws the Nubian Queen with the umpteenth Celtic lash, consciously by the same arm she’d been using as a grip all night in effort to weaken it. This time however she aims Lakeisha towards the ropes, when the FAWN legend leaves her touch Cassava speeds to the opposite ropes, looking to give her next strike an extra boost. The backs of each wrestler hit the strands at the same time and recoil into what would be a pivotal confrontation.
They’re about to collide like two runaway trains, Cassava with elbow cocked and ready to fire with concussive force. Just as she’s about to let loose, Lakeisha doubles over and lifts the pint sized pummeler by the inner thighs straight in the air! Cassava is at a loss for the second she’s airborne as Bates slips under and stands still, as the dyed blonde descends Lakeisha lifts a leg back, hitting Onika between the legs with deadly accuracy!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRQXniFbJbo 2:11
“AAAHH!”
A feminine shriek rises from the depths of Cassava’s soul, shuddering as if an electric current is running through her body, she doubles over and instinctively tries to protect her punished pussy. The Girl from the Ghetto spins around and wrangles the moaning Superfan by the multicolored tresses and herds her in a circle as if she’s about to be placed in a headscissors. Lakeisha turns to rest the shelf of her backside on back of Cassava’s head and neck while looping her arms around hers in a double underhook, Bates rises to her tiptoes drops to her knees, slamming Cassava face first to the mat with a Kiss Canvas Bitch!
With two moves FAWN’s Original Bad Ass reduces the rookie to a ragdoll, limbs splayed out Cassava is faced down and unmoving under Lakeisha’s rump. The crowd silenced at this upset, watches with rapt attention as the exhausted Bootyshocker crawls over to Onika’s feet and works her finger under the wannabe’s waistband.
“That feel like it was ‘properly done’ bitch? Still like talking trash you overhyped fake ass…” Bates insulted and grumbled at the insensate Onika as she worked her short shorts and thong past the Pleasant Valley peasant’s admittedly well-rounded hips, down her thighs and off her feet. Throwing the garments to a an especially yoked fan wearing a Dangerous Curves t-shirt, leaving Cassava stark naked in the middle of the ring. The cold, recycled air of the stadium gooseflesh’s her uncovered skin and sends an uncomfortable draft up her privates, rousing Onika to a semi coherent state. Groaning, Cassava tries to slowly get up but only manages to all fours; Lakeisha’s quick thinking has cut the Superfan’s third wind short. The adrenaline born from wrath had run out leaving a pain-racked and empty shell, Cassava tries to get to her knees but when she raises her head stars exploded behind her eyes and she falls back to the ground with a grimace, Cassava’s large, uncovered tits jiggling with each breath. A shadow falls across her face, and Onika looks up to see the equal parts legendary and deadly haunches of Lakeisha Bates, hanging over her like the sword of Damocles. The Shock General gives herself a flinch worthy wedgie, looking to expose as much of her cheeks and womanhood as possible.
“I’ll give ya this, you can dish it out better than that corn screwin’ hick…”
LK bends down to take Cassava’s wrists in hand and straightens while tugging Onika’s arms upwards, not stopping till the Superfan’s face was pressed snuggly against her crotch.
“But that’s a lllloooowww bar, milk chocolate.”
Lakeisha turned up the pressure on her inverted headscissors slowly, savoring the moment The vice grip of Bate’s powerful legs made Cassava whine against her will, the cry sending pleasing vibrations through LK’s center. Smirking, The Man’s Nemesis alternately tensed and relaxed her stems, testing the durability of Onika’s skull while building tension for the grand finale.
“I bet some part of you enjoys this, you get the same view Kylie got night after night after night.”
After an extended, bone creaking pulse Lakeisha jumps into the air; Rumpshaking the BMD champion with a force that leaves a slight dent in the ring. Dropping Cassava’s noodle arms Bates places her palms on the rookie’s bare chest, rolling the rookies nipples between her fingers as the official goes to count the pin. Bates’ gives Onika’s face deep sweeps of her undercarriage timed with each pat of the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
“YOUR WINNER OF THE FINAL ROUND, LAKEISHA BATES!!”
Lakeisha keeps grinding during the announcement of her victory but ceases when she starts breathing heavy, getting off the kolored Kylie’s face before the big finish. LK kneewalks over to Cassava’s feet and takes one of her ankles, Bates places it on her shoulder and leans forward till their faces are only separated by the girth of Onika’s thigh. Lakeisha takes her hand and starts gently stroking Cassava’s mound, then moves to inner thigh, massaging slowly up to the rookie’s holy land. Bates’ ministrations of her sex sent ebbing waves of pleasure throughout Cassava’s body, making her twitch and moan softly as she eased back to full consciousness.
“Wakey wakey, time to git up. Time to make Miss Sanders’ morin porridge,” Lakeisha speaks mockingly in a Southern patois as she increases her hand’s speed and switches up the rhythm. Onika’s hips start involuntarily bucking in time with each clench of her conqueror's fingers.
“Huuuh… wha? AH!!” The Hipster finally wakes up to see Lakeisha’s lustful gaze and The General’s hand between her legs, stirring her into a frenzy. Cassava’s sputters and tries to crawl away but Lakeisha’s grip is two strong, above and below.
“You say you’re Nerbraska’s biggest fan, but I bet you’re the type that’s turned on when someone like me shows what a WEAK BITCH she really is,” Bates punctuates her gut-wrenching insight with an expert twisting of her fingers. Riding out Onika’s spasms, Lakeisha makes sure she has the loser’s full attention.
“I think you loved it every time I Rumpshook that hick, you probably got carpal tunnel from jerkin it all the videos of me using that jobber as my personal throne, I bet some part of you wanted to do the same thing to that cracka bitch. I bet a part of you wanted to experience being under me yourself, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU!?”
Cassava couldn’t verbally answer as her tongue was to busy rolling out moans and choked back screams, but her eyes gave Lakeisha the answers she was looking for. With a grin she rode Cassava to an earth-shattering climax that left her passed out for the for the third time that night. Bates slipped her hand into Cassava’s mouth, using the newbie’s own tongue to clean off her fingers before slapping Onika in the face.
“You got a lot to learn before you can wear that belt, bitch.”
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Meanwhile, in an apartment in Orlando…
The room is dark, the only source of light is the reasonably large tv; the changing hues of each channel makes the sight of the brunette woman sitting on her couch with a Tallboy in hand eating celery sticks, is an almost supernatural sight. After taking a drag on a cigarette, she turns the volume up to hear the details of the latest FAWN ppv. She views with increasing intensity at an impromptu gauntlet match, her body humming with aggression at the post match antics. She blows out a puff of smoke and puts out the cigarette in a copper ashtray by her seat.
She speaks aloud to herself “That shit ain’t right,” and picks up the phone.
“Hello, Bethany Christian please...”
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Cassava Onika
The rhymes of Indie rapper Adam Warrock echo throughout the arena as the small but sexy Cassava Onika exits the curtain to enthusiastic cheers, the smiling Pleasant Valley native raises a fist in response and makes her way down to the ring, slapping outreached hands along the way. Cassava is dressed to kill in her ring togs; a wife beater with a red bra that shows just a rim of café-au-lait skin before the hemline of her white short-shorts; her Buns of Mass Destruction belt is curiously absent…
The Hip Check Queen is on cloud nine despite her recent loss to Mabel Powers due to Kendra Larue’s distraction, then subsequent beatdown. It’s all due to her meeting with the greatest wrestler of all time (her opinion) and her personal hero and goddess… KYLIE SANDERS. Not only had the Chillest of Vanilla spoken to her (told Onika to shut up, and that Kylie may have to beat her up one day) but also hugged her (chested up to Cassava while threatening her) and even got to second base! (shoved by the tits to the floor) Cassava’s nipples were practically humming after the encounter, her nights filled with dreams of a dominant Kylie tying Cassava to her bed and making her squeal. Why did I wear a shirt? I could have gotten skin on skin contact! The thought plagued the dyed blonde night and day.
After picking up a microphone from the announcer’s desk, Onika rolls under the bottom and stands to address the crowd. “Hello FAWNATICS! Welcome to… FAWN! IS! ONIKA!!!” The crowd is split between cheering and laughing. Cassava looks at the camera. “Just testing it out Chris,” she says with a wink. “Last week I saw I wasn’t on the card tonight, so I was going to do an open challenge, but then I realized…what’s the point?” the rookie shrugs her shoulders.
The crowd murmurs, unsure of what to make of this. “At some point tonight, either the ‘Girl who never lets you forget she’s from the Ghetto’ Lakeisha Bates, or her walking security blanket, Kendra Larue, would jump or distract me, and I’d take another L.”
Onika trails a finger lightly across her abdomen, just below her navel, “It’s why I decided to leave my BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION belt home tonight. I didn’t want them to get their grubby hands on it while I’m not looking.”
The ‘ASStacular One’ places a hand on her hip and walks closer to the entrance ramp. “I got a hit on my site from a fan, saying he saw Shockingly Misshapen Booties slipping though the side doors like they do at Merle's place. Cause he doesn't want the neighbors to know he's slumming!”
OOOOHHHH!!!!
That horrendous burn got one of the biggest pops of night and started a brief “MERLE! MERLE! MERLE!” chant, that Cassava happily nodded along with. The fumbling referee’s antics have earned him a bit of following in the FAWN universe. In the weeks afterward, Bootyshock would be plagued with photoshopped images, and artist’s renderings of a nonchalant Merle being hounded by the pair of hot heels.
“So if one of you bitches can summon the courage to face me as wrestlers and not just jump me from behind, let's settle this issue right now!”
Cassava throws the mic aside with a THUNK! and it quickly rolls out of the ring into the hands of a very astute attendant. Moments passed in silence as Cassava and the crowd waited for the villainous duo to respond to the rookie’s challenge... a full minute passes and the arena begins go restless, Cassava throws up her hands and yells “Come on!”
A figure breaks through the curtains and runs down to the ring in a streak of black and white… it’s Merle!
The much put upon ref slides into the ring headfirst to a small pop from the crowd, taking his appearance as sign that this will be an official match. Pockets of the audience restart the “MERLE! MERLE! MERLE! “chant to which the official was equally baffled and touched by.
“Nice to finally see you in person, Merle,” the hourglass shaped rookie pats the official on the shoulder, keeping her eyes on the entrance way, not wanting to be caught off guard.
“Nice to meet you, I loved the episode you did on refs in the British Indies,” he fanboyed, “we don’t usually get much...” the lil’est referee is cut off by the classically beautiful features of Bethany Christian appearing on the Titantron.
Bethany Christian
Framed from the waist up in an expensive leather chair behind her desk, the world’s most powerful MILF had her hands crossed on the oak of her handcrafted desk. Framing her prodigious bust sheathed in a white silk blouse, the top two buttons undone teasing the spectators with a hint of her hypnotizing cleavage. Her continuous abuses of power earned her a torrent of boos whenever she appeared, but always with a few catcalls mixed in.
“Hello ‘Cassava melons’,” The commissioner greeted her with just the right amount of positivity and politeness to show she was about to screw her. “I’m so happy you feel comfortable enough in FAWN to issue a public challenge… and to introduce a belt without consulting me,”
The brief pause after that statement was enough to let Cassava imagine the kinds of sick, twisted plans Christian had in store for her; the same no-win, humiliating situations, she used to put Kylie Sanders in….
Cassava shakes her head vigorously her blonde hair with pink streaks catching in the light, ‘Don’t get turned on right now, you’re about to fight,’ she self-reprimands.
“In light of this, I decided to treat you and our fans to a special event. You’ll face not one, but BOTH members of Bootyshock in a Reverse Gauntlet match. If you can beat just one of them, I’ll make the BMD an official title in the FAWN Universe.”
This brought out a hearty cheer from the crowd, Cassava enthusiastically nodded along and motioned her arms in a “bring ‘em out” fashion.
“However..,” Bethany continued, “...should you lose to BOTH of them, you’ll be placed in a handicap match at a future date against Lakeisha Bates and Kendra Larue. I know Kylie Sanders is your hero, now you’ll be able to share memories of the aftertaste of Bootyshock’s… well I suppose their name is self-explanatory,” she chuckled.
Cassava mean mugged her idol’s longtime tormentor but inwardly she thought the corrupt commissioner had a point. Beating Bootyshock would be a great step on road to joining Hot and Bothered. I’m one fight away from sitting with Ms. Sanders on a sunlight porch sipping sweet t-
OOOHHHH!
Lost in her own thoughts Onika failed to hear Kendra Larue approach her from her six before nailing her in the back of the head with a Yakuza kick!
KENDRA LARUE
REAR YAKUZA KICK (EXCEPT CASSAVA IS STANDING)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCgHJUPuqUI
Cassava drops like a bag of a dirt, and Merle immediately checks to see she hasn’t been knocked out before the bell has rung. Basking in the rain of jeers and boos like it was a standing ovation, Kendra stands arms wide, palms up as she slowly spins. Letting the these truly blessed fans soak in her new ring gear, a just-large-enough bikini with a Mexican flag design paying tribute to the land where Larue and Bates achieved tag team gold multiple times over the last three years, and where Kendra became the singles champion of a popular Indie promotion.
A top tied around her neck and left her creamy shoulders bare, cups straining to hold her shelf of breast back. The bottoms a thong that made a strong statement that Kendra was a future BMD champion, topped off with white wrestling boots.
KENDRA’S OUTFIT BUT WITH DIFFERENT COLORS
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Kendra teased the crowd as Merle tended to the kneeling Onika, who held the back of her head as she struggled to see straight. Merle hears Larue coming to capitalize on the downed rookie and steps between them. “Hang on,” he squeaks, raising a hand tentatively at stomach level, “I need to make sure she’s not injured and ready to-whoa! WHOA!”
Kendra basically strode forward till the official was sandwiched between the corner turnbuckles and the brunette’s large breasts. Kendra silently intimidated the hapless ref while judging his face and body. Looking with an appraising gaze, Kendra announced her judgment with “Never...” then walks away with a mesmerizing swivel in her step.
Merle was never going to try anything, but the rejection was like a stab to the heart, as intended. He motions for the bell unable to tear his eyes away from Kendra’s undulating ass, privately the agnostic Armenian thought he would do for a one night stand if she was drunk and didn’t feel like working too hard...but that was no reason to give him hope when crushing his spirit is so much fun.
The bell’s chime echoes through the air mingling with the cries and boos of angry spectators as Kendra grips Cassava’’s tresses with her left… CASSAVA ENSNARES KENDRA IN A SMALL PACKAGE!
Leaping with the grace of ballerina with two days of training, Merle lands beside the squirming ball of pulchritude and slaps the mat for one! Two! Thre-Kendra breaks out!
With one tenth of a second to spare, Larue powers out of the near-pinfall and rolls clear, Cassava of the same mind, uses the force of Kendra’s escape to roll under the ropes onto the apron; seeking safety in the ropes to stall for recovery time, the ambush Yakuza kick still affecting her senses. After assurance from the official that she got a two count, Kendra stomps over to a kneeling Onika who was using the middle rope as a life raft.
“You’re a sneaky little wannabe aren’t yoUNGGH!” The former Mexican champ felt a sharp blow across her décolletage. A light red mark bisecting her chest would be a daily reminder of the bout for days afterward. In a bit of dirty ingenuity, Cassava pulled on the second rope whipping it like an elastic band across the heel’s milkers. Perhaps the recent truce with Cassandra Beckett is yielding some results.
The shock of the red cable mashing her mummeries drops Kendra to her knees, reaching through the ropes, Cassava grabs Kendra by the ears and pulls her between the top and second cables keeping her doubled over, her tanned haunches raised to an appreciative audience and a flushed referee.
“Ready to feel the difference in quality?” Onika asks rhetorically before grabbing Larue by the scruff, then swinging her hips away then back, blasting Kendra in the face with a side of cake (hip attack 40).
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Kendra felt first hand that the hype surrounding this unofficial champ was real, Cassava’s right glute smacking into, and enveloping the the right side of Larue’s face with the force of a forearm shiver. If Onika had any detractors in the front rows that quickly changed as her butt-centric onslaught teased the audience and was celebrated with a torrent of camera flashes. The Iowa native retreated to a corner post leaving Kendra hung up in the strand like lumpy laundry. Raising a hand to stop the official from pulling the Siren free, Onika ran back and twisted to blast Kendra with the hardest hip check so far (we’re just getting started) knocking the Bootyshock member back into the ring.
The callipygian Kendra was knocked loopy onto her belly; checking to feel if her face was still arranged the same way. Feeling a little more her usual self, Cassava pops a grin and flexes a small but toned bicep for the adoring masses. Spying that Larue made it to her knees, Onika slipped a leg under the top cable and planted her foot on the bottom rope, launching off it, she slammed Kendra back to the canvas face first with a one-armed bulldog.
SLINGSHOT BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXQmzrU11X4
Cassava lands semi-comfortably on her highly trained rear as Kendra’s forehead hits the mat with a THUNK! The brunette bounces hard enough to roll onto her back and Cassava quickly lies across her chest and pulls her knee in tight for a pin.
1!
2!
3NNOO!!!
Kendra pushes up to roll onto her chest. Not wasting time checking the count with the ref, Onika grabs Larue’s wrist and drags her to center ring; the Jungle Queen letting out a hiss as the rough surface chafes her tits. Cassava drops her opponent's wrists and takes a couple of steps to straddle Larue’s back, The Milk Chocolate Mauler drops it low, in this case hitting the medicine ball of her ass onto the the base of Kendra’s spine (hip attack 9).
“Gaghh!” Kendra arches her back and instinctively reaches for the small of her back, Cassava grabs the offered limb and pulls the frustrated heel to a seated position. Onika hops astride Kendra’s neck and squeezes like she’s trying to crack a coconut. Larue’s eyes immediately started to bug out from the pressure, and she slaps and scratches at the dark thighs squashing her head. Cassava smacks the back of the Siren’s head and chides “don’t be impatient, “before leaning down and crossing Larue’s right leg over her left knee and pulls up with both hands Kendra’s left leg, trapping the brunette in a painful stump puller.
TEARING HER A NEW ONE: SCISSORED FIGURE FOUR STUMP PULLER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifHeTxygxwc&t=0s&list=WL&index=34
The unorthodox hold puts a tremendous strange on the victim’s left hamstring, left knee, neck and head, but the worst pain of all was Kendra's humiliation at being dominated by this wannabe! The Jungle Queen hasn’t able make an ounce of offense after her initial sneak attack, this is so embarrassing… made all the worse when Cassava halved her grip so she could swing one arm in the air as she did a little cowgirl dance, wrenching Larue’s neck in all directions.
“GGRRETT! OFGH!”
“Wooo!” Cassava cried as she tried to break in her lumpy filly, citing a Pavlovian “WOOO!” from the fans watching, the ASSassain shifted her pelvis rhythmically, making the junior Bootyshock member grunt with each movement. Onika’s twirls not only worked Kendra mentally but also bought more time for pounding in her head to clear. The pressure of Cassava’s legs were too strong on Kendra’s jaw to speak when the ref inquired for her submission, so she settled flipping him off.
“Don’t mind her Merle. Hey, bust a move with me, show Kanako what she’s missing!” Onika asked with a shimmying flourish that forces another groan through Kendra’s lips. A flustered Merle declines but the Online Sensation insists.
“Come on! Let’s see how those stripesAAH!” Kendra began raking her nails up and down Onika’s leg with her right hand and twisting Onika’s middle toes with her left. Cassava dropped an elbow onto the crown of Larue’s head in retaliation, ceasing the catfighting tactics. Stepping off Kendra’s shoulders Cassava lobbed a forearm at the base of Kendra’s neck, keeping her pacified.
“Want to play rough huh, ass implants?” the slur getting laughs from the first few rows.
Cassava keeps a deep grip of Larue’s long hair with her right hand as she steps to a standing mount of Kendra’s splayed left leg. The Woman of 1000 Hip Attacks pitches her pelvis forward, then rockets back slamming her glutes into Kendra’s head! The crowd responds with an enthusiastic “OOOH!” drowning out the veteran’s cry of pain. Cassava backs it up again, still stunned Kendra’s mouth was slightly open, so she got a taste of the sweat glistening on the rookie’s cheeks, her guttural moan of disgust and agony was again drowned out by the “OOOHH!!” of the crowd. Onika raised a hand and swung her hips in a tight circle like an impromptu belly dance, raising the tension for the last hit. Each gyration of Cassava’s caboose raises the crowd’s roar octave by octave until the building was at a fever pitch, finally breaking the tension with a hip check that for an instant swallowed Kendra’s face before she was knocked flat!
HIP ATTACK 92
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The multitudes of fans cheered the rookie’s domination uproariously, any nostalgia for the FAWN legend is squashed under their love for the Hipcheck Queen. Smiling, Cassava raised a knee and patted her God given weapon before leaping into a crossbody pin. Merle hits the mat for a 2.997 count as Kendra raises a shoulder and saves herself from a humiliating defeat.
Onika raises to her knees off the pummeled body pillow that was Kendra Larue, and slaps The Siren’s bronze tummy in irritation at the delay of advancing in the gauntlet, plus she was still peeved about Kendra’s earlier sneak ,and her intrusion with Cassava’s match with Mabel Powers.
“Alright, time to put you bed! Lakeshia’s face has an appointment with my ass,” Onika pulls Larue to both feet in prep for her Axe Guillotine Driver called Upside Down Cake.
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
Kylie’s Number One Fan dips and slips her noggin through Kendra’s legs, then wraps her arms around Kendra’s knees, and straightens to drape the deposed Jungle Queen down Cassava’s back like a cape. At least that was the intention… when Onika raises up Larue pushes off as well, increasing the dyed blonde’s momentum with her powerful legs. Rather than moving 90 degrees the battling pair go 270 as Kendra converts the shorter woman’s finisher into a flipping Pile Driver!
CANADIAN DESTROYER- 45 SECONDS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUSBPH9Dsgk
Kendra takes the bump on her dangerous derriere while Cassava bounces her head off the canvas like she was a pogo stick from hell. Rebounding a foot in the air, the Iowan splatters on her front in a boneless heap and Larue falls back catching her breath from the uncharacteristically agile maneuver. Her time down south seems to have allowed Kendra to learn from her Lucha style cohorts. The crowd lets out a collective groan at Cassava’s sickening impact, but there's an aftermath of respectable applause for Kendra’s innovative and surprising offense.
Merle got over his shock after Onika’s first bounce and slid to the once dominant ragdoll’s side. Checking to see if her neck is broken or worse, Cassava’s subtly leg spasms at least assured she wasn’t paralyzed. While the official tried to gather a response from Cassava, Kendra rolled onto her front, taking the opportunity to gather strength and pay back the rookie bitch tenfold!
“Cassava, are you alright? Do we need the stretcher?” a worried Merle questions the squirming superfan: still lying flat to the canvas, her left hand patted her neck and head checking for kind of abnormality, her right lazily waved a rejection to the offer. Kylie wouldn’t let being dropped on her head stop her, so the match continues! Just as soon as Cassava remembered how to stand and who she was fighting…
Merle still felt like he should stop the fight, but his earpiece transmitted the orders of his boss, Scary Lady and source of 20 Brazzers Hot and Mean porn parodies, Bethany Christian.
“If New Kylie is awake the show goes on!”
Merles fights back a little by starting a 10 count, any luck and he can get a double knock out.
“One!” “ONE!!” The audience echo each number the instant it leaves the referee’s lips.
“Two!” “TWO!!”
“Three!” “THREE!!”
“Four!” “FOUR!!”
“Five!” “FIVE!!”
“Six!” “SIX!!”
“Seven!” “SEVEN!!”
“Eight!” “EIGHT!!”
“Nine!” “NINE!!”
“Te-!” KENDRA GOES FOR THE PIN!!!
Merle abruptly stops the 10 count and goes for a 3.
“ONE! TWO! THRENNNOOO!!!!”
Thinking Cassava was out like a light, The Siren had gone for a lackadaisical one arm cover, laying across the tits of the lopesided-assed wannabe. Before Merle’s palm ends the first round of the fight, Onika attempts a weak kip up without the use of her arms, kicking up her legs and sending a roll through her body, shoving the offending limb off with her breasts alone. The love starved fragments of the Kylie Corps let their subconscious take control and they cheer their hearts out for the Online Sensation. In the front row one slightly inebriated female fan in a tight Estrina Starfire t-shirt heckles the shocked and confused Kendra.
“You landed one move after getting your butt kicked the whole fight! That fake ass slowing you down?” doubling down on Cassava’s earlier insult gets the ginger some chuckles and hi-fives from her peers, while Larue seethed in the ring. A second wind fueled by rage and humiliation was started to blow and it precursor to a hurricane.
Rolling to her feet, Kendra Larue slipped her fingers into Onika’s hair and dragged her up by the roots squealing. The Iowan’s hands try to pry her multicolored locks free as Kendra gets close whispers “this is where the pain starts,” before shaking Cassava’s head back forth like she was trying to rip her hair out. Ignoring the Onika’s shirks and the referee's protests for a few shakes, Kendra whips the wannabooty forward, then backward spine first into a hairpull backbreaker.
HAIRPULL BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBahEQeWuS4
“Gah!”
The hair pulling and back realignment broke Cassava out of her daze but couldn’t do more than shudder on her side before Larue picked her up placed her in a tight headscissors. Linking her toned arms around Cassava’s middle Kendra scooped her resisting cargo onto her right shoulder. Onika braced herself for a Canadian backbreaker but was swiftly proven wrong when Kendra sat out while turning, simultaneously flipping Cassava over smearing her face against the canvas.
OVER EASY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUzLCdxh3lc
Rebounding onto her back like a rubber ball in dishwasher, Cassava felt everything hurt and couldn’t tell up from down. The rough canvas against her skin provided an anchor to focus on so she could confirm her face and tits hadn’t been squashed flat. Her self-analysis only lasted moments as a fury fueled Kendra stood, adjusted her togs, then slipped her arms under Onika’s body and deadlifted the BMD champion into a rib crunching Bearhug.
Cassava gritted her teeth and tried not to whine as Larue tried to squeeze her guts out like a tube of toothpaste. Placing her legs on Kendra’s hips too ease some of the pressure, Onika went for an ear ringer to escape the hold but a constriction from Kendra’s arms forced all the air and tension from the Superfan’s body.
“When I’m finished there won’t be anything left for Lakeisha to Rumpshake,” Kendra whispered threateningly into Cassava’s ear before shaking her back and forth like a dog with a stuffed animal. When Kendra finally stopped her swinging, Cassava’s body had the consistency of a wet noodle, Merle approaches and goes to check the dyed blonde’s arm, but Larue steps away as his fingers graze Onika’s wrist.
“Come on Larue,I can’t let you injure her.”
Kendra firmly states “This ends when I say it does,” then crouches and adjusts her grip so she has her right hand digging into the meat of Onika’s left butt cheek and her other going and through her legs. Standing up Kandra hoists the breathless beauty onto her shoulder like a bag of dirt. The Jungle Queen twisted left to build momentum then swerved right ripping her hand free from Cassava’s thighs and dropped down, working the rookie’s back once again with a ring shaking collision.
SWINGING SIDE SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhI1wTFc6KU
Back arched from pain Cassava bleats on the canvas as Kendra goes to one knee, Merle gets ready to count a pinfall but Larue not finished with her steamrolling. She chops Cassava’s stomach with a hard “CRACK!” making the Iowan curl up to protect her softening center, Kendra grabs an offered elbow and pulls Cassava up. The tall Armenian takes a step back to send off her victim to the corner but Onika stops her with a barrage of forearm shivers into Kendra’s quivering rack!
“This ends with you kissing my ass!” growls the Buns of Mass Destruction Champion.
The crowd goes wild at the tease of a comeback, showering the ring with cheers that rise with each blow to Kendra’s milkers in a bid to free herself, but the rebellion is quickly quenched by a sharp knee to Cassava’s womanhood, making her squawk and fall to her knees. The applause turned to silence, then a stream of boos as Kendra gloats over the diminished hipster, still clutching her right elbow, Onika’s face blanked with the paralyzing pain at her crotch, she tries to weakly massage the sensation away in vain with her free hand.
Merle steps in with a warning to the junior Bootyshock member, “stay out her trunks Larue,” trying and failing to sound like an authority figure. Kendra raised an eyebrow at this show of spine, then turns slightly to point one of her well rounded cheek’ at the skinny official and gave it a loud “SPANK!” startling the ref making him stumble backwards, a moment that sends a wave of laughter through the crowd.
SOUND EFFECT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1pqmlsHiCg
Kendra cocks her weaponized hindquarters back to safety and says “alright I’ll work her top,” then grabbed the back of Cassava’s shirt and pulls her up by the elbow and cloth. Flipping her shirt Larue forced Cassava’s arms up and doubled her over in the hockey fight tradition known as jerseying. The Siren sent a torrent of knees to Onika’s midsection sending ripples through her outthrust rear, and overhead forearms to Onika’s back making her teardroping breasts barely contained in her red bounce with each hit, delighted the more morally neutral in the audience.
“HEY! Let go of the shirt or you’re getting DQ’ed! I don’t care what Christian says!”
Kendra gave a smirk and shrugged, sending a calculated bounce to her bosom, “you asked for it.” She dips a knee and sends Cassava off with a powerful Irish Whip, stripping her of her shirt and bra at the same time!
Onika was sent hurtling to the corner in a run that sent her tits a-bobble, captured by hundreds of phones recording in the stands. The Online Sensation saves her nubs from the rough texture of the post in the nick of time and takes the bump with her bare back. The jarring crash make her breasts nearly slap her chin in their buoyancy, She manages to slip her around the top rope to stop from falling flat on her face, her nipples stiffen in the cool air as she takes deep breaths trying to center herself for a surprise dropkick. A plan that never got off the ground as Kendra’s butt CRUSHES her abdomen like a cannonball!
The second Larue sent this fake champion away, she turned and threw Cassava clothes to the crowd, her top was grabbed out of the air by a tall Spanish woman in a daring Vanilla Chill t-shirt, while the bra was used n a tug of war between a set of twin Asian coeds. Kendra gave her buns a couple of cheeky slaps before running after Onika like a runaway train, rattling Cassava’s bones and collapsing her gut with a running butt smash.
L. A WRECKING BALL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fxSipIgNDk
A deep groan escapes through Cassava’s mouth, pinned to the turnbuckles by
Larue’s rear, her head lies listless between Kendra’s shoulder blades, all strength leaving her body for a moment. Kendra gave a few grinds into the rookie’s midsection for emphasis before easing off, letting Cassava crumbles to a seat in the corner. Seeing her positioning, Kendra takes off for the opposite post, slaps the top turnbuckle, and runs back building speed, mentally hitting her mark Kendra turns and hops with both feet in the air, her junk filled trunk hitting Onika’s face like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs.
JUMPING HIP ATTACK- 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqiPkHUwx1g
The audience lets out a groan of sympathy seeing Cassava’s head whiplash over the bottom buckle. The hit possibly knocking sense into the dyed blonde, Cassava starts to knee walk out of the corner on autopilot, a hand reaching out for help that was nowhere to be found. Kendra almost gently pushes her back to a seat in the corner post, then pivots and shows the newb what real BMDs look like. She backs dat ass up and gives Cassava’s face a through scrubbing, back and forth Larue gyrates to make sure this arrogant bitch memorizes every inch of her cheeks. Onika’s mental faculties seem to snap back at least partially during the glute glossing and she slaps and claws and kicks to get out from under Lakeisha’s henchwoman, and her truly awful stinkface technique. Sensing Cassava’s renewed resistance, The Siren adopts a wider stance sets her hips from washing machine to blender, practically doubling her speed and batting the bitch’s face with her back porch. Seeing Merle is about to start a count Kendra squats deeper, sinking Onika’s into the crack that carried multiple championships, REALLY pushin those cushions. Inadvertently she grinds the Konami code on repeat through Merle’s count and then subsequent empty threats of disqualification when Kendra refused to Cassava from her sweaty prison, Larue finally steps away letting the second coming of Sanders’ gasping face slip free, trying and failing to to get the taste of Kendra’s thong off her tongue.
BOOTYPOP-00:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7uw2C1VBcQ&t=51s
As Kendra gives Onika space to breath she reaches out and flicks Merle’s left nipple through his shirt, halting his spiel about “respecting the stripes” making him sputter and blush. In her mind his one night stand potential has gone from drunk to tipsy.
During Kendra’s negging of the flustered ref Cassava has crawled out of the corner and is walking on all fours to the adjacent post, too rattled to think of anything other than escape. Larue walks confidently and heads off the bottom heavy midget, letting the Onika climb up her legs to a kneeling position.
“You ready to admit you’re a pretender and not fit to lace our-Gah!”
Her hands on Kendra’s upper thighs Cassava connects with a headbutt to the heel’s mound, stunning the bully and getting a pop from the crowd. Cassava starts unloading right hands to Larue’s side then rises slightly while threading her head between Kendra’s thighs. Either going for her finisher, or a back body drop.
“You’re a lesser Lakeisha, who’s a lesser me... just worthLESS really.”
Cassava raises the taller woman halfway off the ring’s surface when Kendra’s legs clamp around the dyed blonde’s neck, cutting off her air flow, interrupting the move and silencing the cheering fans all at once.
Larue’s cross ankled feet fall back the ground, she stands at full height while keeping the gagging Cassava ensnared in a tight headscissors. Visibly enraged, Kendra's face is red for different reasons than Cassava; she gives Onika’s bum a sharp double spank that makes Merle wince, then positions Cassava, so she’s hanging off her back like a backpack, her tired face bouncing off Kendra’s rump. The Jungle Queen takes three large steps and before throwing Cassava back. Just before she hits the mat Kendra leaps with her legs out, her titanic tush flattening Onika’s milk chocolate mounds as soon as they hit the ring.
SIREN BOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGEk5ZEZKcM
Once the ring stops shaking Kendra shifts into a reverse facesit, Cassava’s face buried under the might that was Larue’s backside. Onika doesn't twitch once during Merle’s count, either knocked out cold or just cutting her losses. The Superfan came back valiantly from an ambush that would have knocked out a lot of women instantly but that counter to her finisher was a fall she couldn’t get back up from
“YOUR WINNER OF THE FIRST ROUND, KENDRA LARUE!!”
Kendra bears down and treats the loser to some facial grinds during the proclamation of her what should have been seen as her inevitable victory. The surrounding fans were ticked off at Cassava’s loss but a good portion of them were cheered up at the possibility of some old school FAWN, but Kendra’s ministration were a cocktease for the viewers, standing up into a straddle of Onika’s face. A small smile at the edges of her lips she digs a heel into the fallen woman’s navel, rosing Cassava a bit out of her bootyshocked state. Once the BMD placeholder was semi-coherent Larue puts her hands on her knees, goes into a squat, and proceeds to wiggle and work that booty over Cassava’s cringing face. She turns away, wanting to look anywhere but the rhythmically bouncing buns that laid doubt on her title claim.
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“This was just a preview, after Bates Rumpshakes you through the foundation, we’re going to split you in two in the handicap match, then I’m going to take your title an put it around a better waist,” during Larue’s summary of Cassava’s future she never stops backing that thang up.
MS. NEW BOOTY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=znUS2KqPYCw
The fun, yet problematic rhymes of Bubba Sparxxx fill the air, heralding the in-ring return of FAWN legend Lakeisha Bates. A lot of the audience actually forgot this was a gauntlet match after Kendra’s intense finish and post match celebration. Stepping through the curtains with hands on hips was the former World and tag Champion, dressed in a throwback to her early days of a tight white tank top and jean short-shorts she was a vision of power and success while keeping true to her roots...or she thought Cassava wasn’t worth effort of real ring gear.
LAKEISHA BATES
Forgoing her usual entrance ritual, she walked down the ramp chuckling to herself. Her partner is usually more subtle about showing off what her momma gave her, but Larue’s hips swayed hypnotically with the beat of Lakeisha’s entrance music. While Bates’ walk was almost casual every subtle movement of her ass was religiously followed by the men and most women in the audience, generally the leader of the defunct Dangerous Curves slaps only a select few hands along the way to the ring (Da Man’s Army doesn’t deserve it) but tonight she goes around the barricade not wanting to halt Kendra’s uncharacteristic booty shakin.
Finally satisfied, Kendra stops her twerking (breaking Merle out of a drooling glamour) to sit on the middle rope to allow Bate’s entrance. Swinging one leg over the cable The Nubian Queen enters the ring making sure one side of the stadium got to a good look at the greatness that was her booty. While crossing over, Bates gives a light nip of her teeth to the meat of Larue’s right butt cheek, Kendra fakes a light gasp and pats The Rumpshaker’s rear in retaliation.
“Man, you really went full ghetto on that bitch, thought she’d be leaving on a stretcher. You usually don’t show off the jelly outside the bedroom,” Lakeisha reaches down and gets two big big handfuls of Armenian ass and jostles them, getting hoots and cat calls from the enthralled viewers.
Giggling like a schoolgirl Kendra grabs her mentor’s wrists and pulls them from her back bounty. “Sorry, she was just so irritating, she’s like a tick and a rash had an ugly baby. I tried to leave a little for you,” Cassava had rolled to a corner post and climbed to a hunched over position, her unclothed chest heaving as the Iowan tries to clear her head from pain and any psychological effects from the loss.
“Eh, this bitch could never give me a real fight anyway. Why don’t you head to the back first I got drinks chilling, I’ll join you after I pin this Auntie Tammy.”
As Larue heads to the back Lakeisha swings a palm up, slapping the shelf of Kendra’s rear from the bottom as she leaves, getting a coo out of the leaving shock soldier.
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Merle checks in with Cassava as LK takes center ring.
“Are you good to go? I can stop this right now.”
Bates interrupts before she can answer, “Da man can’t protect their house pet all the time, ring the damn bell cracka!”
Merle grumbles and looks to Cassava, she nods breathlessly and gives a thumbs up. She still has a shot of coming out even. Merle gives the signal and bell rings, the smaller Onika approaches cautiously in a wrestler's crouch while Bates waits almost impatiently. Given their similar skin tones and body types, a casual observer might mistake this for a family dispute. After getting within range Cassava darts forward for a single leg takedown, but Lakeisha intercepts, dropping down and ensnaring the young booty battler with a front face lock.
“Scared of facing a strong Black woman instead of the parade of lily White bitches you wish you were?” the FAWN original reaches under and pinches one of Onika’s nipples, grinding down on the headlock when Cassava hisses.
Onika growls “I’ll let you know when I see one,” before pistoning right hands into the Original Hipster’s flank. The punches having more power than Bates liked, she fires three big knees into Cassava’s bread basket, gutting her deeply. Legs wobbling, Cassava stops hitting and hugs her stomach, LK switches from a facelock to a wrist; twisting the dyed blonde and pink’s arm viciously and making her walk in a shambling circle as Bates uses the limb as a leash.
Lakeisha grits her teeth putting real strength into popping Onika’s arm like the cap on a bottle of Sprint “jokes shouldn’t tell jokes,” she advises before pulling the rookie in for a short arm clothesline; one that Cassava ducks, then clasps her hands around the Fort Worth native’s waist.
“You would know considering your career.”
The BMD Champion pops her hips, hoisting the taller woman up and over for a German Suplex.
LOW ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lh_kEkxLH_0
Bates takes the landing on her back and shoulders, veteran instincts telling her to keep her head tucked. Lacking the strength it would have had earlier in the night, The Rumpshaker rolls with the hit and rises to gut Cassava again with a shoulderblock, who had run over to capitalize on her attack; Kendra’s earlier corner rampage started with Cassava’s core and it looks like Bates is planning to segue that into a weakness. The much put-upon Mauler kneels on the canvas trying not retch, while Lakeisha stands back up, The Girl from the Ghetto pulls Onika up by the arm and shifts her into a tip toeing Hammerlock.
“Little more fight in ya than I thought. At least you’re not a complete embarrassment.” Bates palms Onika’s left breast bounces it lightly in her hand as if weighing it, before caressing both breasts possessively to a roaring crowd, always ready to cheer some HLA. The change in tactics shocked Cassava still for a few seconds before she renewed her efforts to escape; all attempts thwarted by the cagey veteran who seemed to know exactly when and where to adjust keep the shorty in the embarrassing hold. Once she certain Onika’s nipples were almost painfully erect, Laheishe pinched her right peak tightly, making the rookie let loose a high-pitched yelp that brought a smile to her face.
“Judging by how well they squeeze at least your tits are real. Thought they wouldn’t since you’re a fake Nebraska with fake hair, who worships a fake tough girl...hang on,” Lakeisha spins Cassava out of the Hammerlock into a knucklelock. With her her free hand she plucks an eyelash out Onika’s face!
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“AAh!” Cassava shrieks and paws her watering eyes as Bates inspects the eyelash while ignoring Merle’s commands to keep away from the eyes.
“Did you buy these from a dollar store? “Bates asks holding it up to the stadium lights. A newly red eyed Cassava starts laying in kicks to Bates’ legs but can’t get much hurt behind the strikes being too gassed from the previous match and handhold angling her bodyweight awkwardly.
“THOSE ARE REAL BITCH!” Temper flaring, a kick connects to Lakeisha’s thigh that has some mustard on it, staggering The Nubian Queen for a moment but the knucklelock holds. Scowling The Girl from the Ghetto palms the cilium and makes a fist.
“A’ight then, make a wish,” Bates belts Cassava a heavy blow across the cheek, craning her neck. When she looks back Lakeisha pulls her into another facelock and pulls Cassava’s left arm over her shoulders. Getting a handful of Cassava’s short-shorts with her free hand, Bates lifts with her back and takes the pint-sized booty battler into the air with a suplex. Her toes wiggling in the cold air, LK holds Cassava in the stall position letting the blood pool down in her brain. Instead of falling back The Rumpshaker drops her the way she came, splattering tits first on the mat.
GOURDBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf6p-Y_R12A
“Did you wish this match was over?” Lakeisha asks the writhing Superfan mockingly, hands on knees, the Bootyshock General waits for Cassava to struggle to all fours before she fills a hand with the faux champion’s hair and tugs at it harshly, Cassava’s hands grasp at her scalp and she tries to scream but she’s pulled into a face blasting hipcheck! The audience groans as Onika’s head bounces like a ping pong ball, not releasing her grip on Cassava’s multi-colored hair, LK machine guns her muscular and perfectly round buttocks into the Online Sensation head. Each cheeky blow punctuated by a sharp word from Bates.
“THIS! IS! WHAT! A! REAL! ASS! FEELS! LIKE!”
Letting go at the last hit, Onika rebounds off badonkadonk to slam the back of her head on the ring floor, groaning and vision spinning. With a smug look LK crouches, gives her buns a single bounce, then jumps into the air over Cassava’s prone body, her vaunted cheeks crushing the Iowa native’s rolling breasts.
RUMPSHAKER LITE/BANZAI DROP- 2:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ffh_eJauGo
Without checking with the veteran Merle drops to count the pin, he hits the mat once before Bates shifts off Onika’s naked chest, not done toying with this punk who thinks she’s grown.
“Come on Bates, I can’t let you hurt her,” Merle’s pleas fall on deaf ears, the baddest bitch out of Fort Worth pulls Cassava up and pulls her into an ear mashing headscissors.
“Shut up zebra bitch, I ain’t done yet.”
Bates takes her time, soaking in the hate filled jeers of the fans as she crosses her arms on a seemingly insensate Cassava’s haunches. Looking like the cat that cornered the canary, LK walks her fingers down the leg holes of the rookies shorts and takes a hem in each hand. She gives the cloth a small pull, exposing more of Onika’s smooth flesh. Lakeisha’s heat with crowd suddenly becomes a mixed reaction, their lust for the ASStacular one overriding their concern for her safety. Bates gives Onika a slow, halting, wedgie; each jerk getting The Nubian Queen more and more cheers while the shorts dig further and further into Cassava nethers. The pain dragging Cassava whimpering back to consciousness.
With a final searing yank, LK turns the comparatively tiny shorts into a thong, taking Onika’s kicking feet off the mat for a moment to lascivious applause. Hearing indignant cries rising from between her legs Lakeisha knew the pipsqueak was awake. Turning her head to one side of the stadium she asks, “You guys want some stale cake too?”
Keeping Onika trapped in the headscissors, Bates shows off the Superfan’s near nude end to each side of the arena, making sure to give the death grip on her shorts a hard yank before each swivel to maximize the amount gluteus visible for the cameras. After hitting all four sides of the building Lakeisha slips her arms around Cassava’s waist, sending a spiteful pulse through her legs as she taunts, “after put the BMD title around some proper booty, I’m going to settle up with that bitch Nebraska. That culture vulture has had a Rumpshakin a long time coming.”
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Cassava’s fingers twitched.
The Shock General lifts the smaller woman’s body up, looking to cave Onika’s head in with a piledriver, but as LK pulls her up Cassava crunches her abs digs her thumbs into Lakeisha’s eyes! Screaming Bates drops Onika and tries to pull the offending hands away, but the snarling Mauler just keeps clawing at LK’s face, scratching everywhere but with a focus blinding the woman who dared to threaten her idol. The audience and the ref are shocked at the blatant display of violence and rulebreaking from the usually friendly and respectful Cassava, it takes Merle a few seconds to shake himself out a stupor and inform Cassava to keep off the eyes or get DQ’ed. To her credit she does, but when Lakeisha’s hands go to her face Cassava drops to one knee and fires an uppercut between LK’s legs!
Lakeisha chokes and doubles over, hands at her center. Cassava slides one hand between her legs, and the other around the heel’s neck.
“Pleasant.”
Cassava stands up with LK across her shoulders, holding her adversary tight she runs forward.
“VALLEY!”
She springs into the air, getting more height than one would think would be possible, angling Lakeisha’s head and shoulders to the canvas.
“DRIVER!!”
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFD5dEtKJqY
Bates collides with the mat with a reverberating “THUNK”. Lakeisha flops spread eagle and Cassava moves into a kneeling straddle of The Rumpshaker’s waist, facing her feet. Cassava grabs Lakeisha’s ankles and leans back into a bridge, the crown of her head touching the mat while raising Bates’ buns into the air. Incidental or purposely this folding pin has a side effect of Onika’s ass enveloping LK’s face.
DUDLEY PIN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtEPBCsONKA
ONE!
TWO!
THREENNOO!!
Lakeisha powers out of the matchbook and manages a not-quite-a-somersault onto her front, the feel of Cassava’s sitting on her face hitting a chord in her soul that she found disturbing. Fear of being truly replaced as the Baddest Ass in FAWN? Or she’s finally met a booty that surprised what drooling morons would call her prime? Either way, LK had no time to self-reflect, as she scrambled to her knees Cassava was at her side plunging rapid-fire knees into her flank, belly and ribs. Bates tried to roll away to the safety of the apron but every inch gained was paid for with a knee strike, reaching salvation she throws an arm over the bottom cable.
“Get this crazy bitchOOUF!”
The crazed Cassava grabs the top rope and just sends stomp after stomp to Lakeisha’s face and head, LK covers up as best she can, but this ass kicking is almost uncomfortable to watch, not the viewers seem to mind. Since the low blow, the people in the stands have been going wild for the rookie with controversial opinions about the Pleasant Valley Traitor. Merle skipped the warning and gave Onika a four count, seeing that she was too caught up in her fervor he steeled himself and wrapped his arms around Cassava’s middle, and pulled her away from the tenderized Lakeisha.
Onika thrashed in the official’s grip, arms flailing and legs kicking.
“LET ME GO!! SHE NEEDS TO PAY!!” Cassava’s practically foaming at the mouth, fed up with the ambushes, insults, and slights against her hero Kylie Sanders.
“O-Onika! If you don’t back off I have to disqualify you, and you’ll end up in a handicap match. That’s not gonna help your revenge or your new belt, right?! O-or impressing Kylie?!””
Cassava stopped struggling, “That’s a good point. Thank you, Merle.”
Her voice was flat, but venom surged underneath. Fortunately for the brave referee, it was directed at The Man’s Nemesis. He slowly removed his hands from her waist and backed away slowly. Cassava would send him a gift basket later that week, as an “I’m sorry” reparation. Bates slowly got to her feet, feeling like grapes in wine country and checking her face for abrasions.
“Fuckin lunatic… at least Nebraska took her shakin with some dignity.” she barked, rolling her shoulders stepping walking much more tentative than before away from the ropes. Onika’s nostrils flared, then the Online Sensation exploded from her spot, a streak of colors with teeth bared at the larger but suddenly fearful Lakeisha. The Fort Worth native scarcely had time to raise her arms and shout “whoa!” before a blitzkrieg elbows rained down upon her. Lakeisha’s guard stood strong at first but soon fell under Cassava’s ferocity, worming Bates’ arms aside the Superfan held the back of The Shock General’s head as she pistoned forearm shiver after forearm shiver into the heel’s face and neck.
Bullying Bates into a corner post, Onika hammered her down till LK was ass to mat, even then only backing off after Merle touched her on the shoulder after starting a count. Cassava runs to the opposite buckles then U-turns into a hesitation dropkick, getting some serious air and distance with her powerful legs. Her stems go from knees to chin to locked straight, her bare feet smacking into Bates’ nose and teeth with a force that made the crowd sympathize with the Shock General, an extremely rare phenomenon.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EP1V5wFicrY
Bates’ upper body is leaning over the bottom cable, still conscious evident by her blinking eyes and subtle movements of her jaw to see if anything was broken. She may have tipped over onto the padded concrete if not for Cassava pulling her back to sit legs spread, back against the buckles.
Merle looks at Bates shaking the stars out of her eyes and says, “I need you to take this out of the corner Cassava, can’t have her getting sandbagged all match.”
She nods passing him on route to the far post, “soon, just need an exclamation point.”
Kicking off into a fast sprint across the canvas with LK as a target, Onika jumps in the air landing her right foot on the bottom cable right of Bates, she uses that to double jump off the middle cable to Bates’ left. Cassava straightens in the air parallel to the ring, and falls like an Acme boulder, her left elbow hitting Lakeisha’s kitty with sadistic precision.
DON’T SWEAT THE TECHNIQUE
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“GOOAAA!!!” Lakeisha’s pathetic wail is mimicked by the fans in attendance, all the females in the arena instinctively lock their knees and grimace in sympathy pain. LK cups her center and falls to her side, rocking back and forth.
“Oh.. oh my pussy.... you crazy Oreo,” Lakeisha whimpered into the rough surface of the canvas, vaunted ass wiggling in the air, one boot kicking the ground, her hands cupping her tender undercarriage. Cassava shoves the overrated rear to the mat and goes for a cover, grinding a forearm into Bates’ cheek as a subtle ‘fuck you’ as Merle slaps the mat once...twice… Bates slips a boot under the bottom rope in the nick of time.
Onika looks the zebra but the striped one shakes his head, she doesn’t mind. Just more chances to teach this bitch to respect he and Iowa’s favorite daughter Kylie Sanders. Palming and pressing down one of Lakeisha’s breasts as she stood up, the Asstacular One pulls her nemesis to verticality and drops to one knee sending Bates away with a fierce Irish Whip. Forced into an awkward run, LK had the sense of mind to spin on a heel, hitting the corner with her back. Her violent collusion with the post rattled the connecting cables; Lakeisha’s bones as well.
A howl erupts from Bates’ as she rebounds forward from the post with her back arched, unfortunately right into Onika’s clutches. The newly sadistic Cassava latches on to the Fort Worth native and nearly tears her arm out of it’s socket with another Irish Whip. Too surprised from the second whip to turn into the buckles, Lakeisha’s luscious and now very sore breasts cushion her meeting with the steel pillar.
Lakeisha lets out a girlish cry and covers her chest as she backpedals… right into a third Irish Whip! Over and over Onika slings the veteran away, using the ring structure itself to bruise The Shock General’s increasingly tiring body. After what seemed to Bates countless crashes, the former World Champion’s legs give way and she falls onto her face.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vI7vAaRtQj8 1:04
Using one of her feet to roll Lakeisha over, Cassava drops on top of her for another pin attempt that ultimately fails in the thousandth of a second before the third count. Still Cassava doesn’t look discouraged, this is no longer about settling the score as it is causing pain to the Rumpshaker, and all those who would threaten her goddess of the corn. As Cassava rises, she pulls up The Rumpshaker by the roots and whispers in her ear, “pretty different when you don’t come at me from the back like a coward, isn’t it?”
Onika throws the Nubian Queen with the umpteenth Celtic lash, consciously by the same arm she’d been using as a grip all night in effort to weaken it. This time however she aims Lakeisha towards the ropes, when the FAWN legend leaves her touch Cassava speeds to the opposite ropes, looking to give her next strike an extra boost. The backs of each wrestler hit the strands at the same time and recoil into what would be a pivotal confrontation.
They’re about to collide like two runaway trains, Cassava with elbow cocked and ready to fire with concussive force. Just as she’s about to let loose, Lakeisha doubles over and lifts the pint sized pummeler by the inner thighs straight in the air! Cassava is at a loss for the second she’s airborne as Bates slips under and stands still, as the dyed blonde descends Lakeisha lifts a leg back, hitting Onika between the legs with deadly accuracy!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRQXniFbJbo 2:11
“AAAHH!”
A feminine shriek rises from the depths of Cassava’s soul, shuddering as if an electric current is running through her body, she doubles over and instinctively tries to protect her punished pussy. The Girl from the Ghetto spins around and wrangles the moaning Superfan by the multicolored tresses and herds her in a circle as if she’s about to be placed in a headscissors. Lakeisha turns to rest the shelf of her backside on back of Cassava’s head and neck while looping her arms around hers in a double underhook, Bates rises to her tiptoes drops to her knees, slamming Cassava face first to the mat with a Kiss Canvas Bitch!
With two moves FAWN’s Original Bad Ass reduces the rookie to a ragdoll, limbs splayed out Cassava is faced down and unmoving under Lakeisha’s rump. The crowd silenced at this upset, watches with rapt attention as the exhausted Bootyshocker crawls over to Onika’s feet and works her finger under the wannabe’s waistband.
“That feel like it was ‘properly done’ bitch? Still like talking trash you overhyped fake ass…” Bates insulted and grumbled at the insensate Onika as she worked her short shorts and thong past the Pleasant Valley peasant’s admittedly well-rounded hips, down her thighs and off her feet. Throwing the garments to a an especially yoked fan wearing a Dangerous Curves t-shirt, leaving Cassava stark naked in the middle of the ring. The cold, recycled air of the stadium gooseflesh’s her uncovered skin and sends an uncomfortable draft up her privates, rousing Onika to a semi coherent state. Groaning, Cassava tries to slowly get up but only manages to all fours; Lakeisha’s quick thinking has cut the Superfan’s third wind short. The adrenaline born from wrath had run out leaving a pain-racked and empty shell, Cassava tries to get to her knees but when she raises her head stars exploded behind her eyes and she falls back to the ground with a grimace, Cassava’s large, uncovered tits jiggling with each breath. A shadow falls across her face, and Onika looks up to see the equal parts legendary and deadly haunches of Lakeisha Bates, hanging over her like the sword of Damocles. The Shock General gives herself a flinch worthy wedgie, looking to expose as much of her cheeks and womanhood as possible.
“I’ll give ya this, you can dish it out better than that corn screwin’ hick…”
LK bends down to take Cassava’s wrists in hand and straightens while tugging Onika’s arms upwards, not stopping till the Superfan’s face was pressed snuggly against her crotch.
“But that’s a lllloooowww bar, milk chocolate.”
Lakeisha turned up the pressure on her inverted headscissors slowly, savoring the moment The vice grip of Bate’s powerful legs made Cassava whine against her will, the cry sending pleasing vibrations through LK’s center. Smirking, The Man’s Nemesis alternately tensed and relaxed her stems, testing the durability of Onika’s skull while building tension for the grand finale.
“I bet some part of you enjoys this, you get the same view Kylie got night after night after night.”
After an extended, bone creaking pulse Lakeisha jumps into the air; Rumpshaking the BMD champion with a force that leaves a slight dent in the ring. Dropping Cassava’s noodle arms Bates places her palms on the rookie’s bare chest, rolling the rookies nipples between her fingers as the official goes to count the pin. Bates’ gives Onika’s face deep sweeps of her undercarriage timed with each pat of the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
“YOUR WINNER OF THE FINAL ROUND, LAKEISHA BATES!!”
Lakeisha keeps grinding during the announcement of her victory but ceases when she starts breathing heavy, getting off the kolored Kylie’s face before the big finish. LK kneewalks over to Cassava’s feet and takes one of her ankles, Bates places it on her shoulder and leans forward till their faces are only separated by the girth of Onika’s thigh. Lakeisha takes her hand and starts gently stroking Cassava’s mound, then moves to inner thigh, massaging slowly up to the rookie’s holy land. Bates’ ministrations of her sex sent ebbing waves of pleasure throughout Cassava’s body, making her twitch and moan softly as she eased back to full consciousness.
“Wakey wakey, time to git up. Time to make Miss Sanders’ morin porridge,” Lakeisha speaks mockingly in a Southern patois as she increases her hand’s speed and switches up the rhythm. Onika’s hips start involuntarily bucking in time with each clench of her conqueror's fingers.
“Huuuh… wha? AH!!” The Hipster finally wakes up to see Lakeisha’s lustful gaze and The General’s hand between her legs, stirring her into a frenzy. Cassava’s sputters and tries to crawl away but Lakeisha’s grip is two strong, above and below.
“You say you’re Nerbraska’s biggest fan, but I bet you’re the type that’s turned on when someone like me shows what a WEAK BITCH she really is,” Bates punctuates her gut-wrenching insight with an expert twisting of her fingers. Riding out Onika’s spasms, Lakeisha makes sure she has the loser’s full attention.
“I think you loved it every time I Rumpshook that hick, you probably got carpal tunnel from jerkin it all the videos of me using that jobber as my personal throne, I bet some part of you wanted to do the same thing to that cracka bitch. I bet a part of you wanted to experience being under me yourself, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU!?”
Cassava couldn’t verbally answer as her tongue was to busy rolling out moans and choked back screams, but her eyes gave Lakeisha the answers she was looking for. With a grin she rode Cassava to an earth-shattering climax that left her passed out for the for the third time that night. Bates slipped her hand into Cassava’s mouth, using the newbie’s own tongue to clean off her fingers before slapping Onika in the face.
“You got a lot to learn before you can wear that belt, bitch.”
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Meanwhile, in an apartment in Orlando…
The room is dark, the only source of light is the reasonably large tv; the changing hues of each channel makes the sight of the brunette woman sitting on her couch with a Tallboy in hand eating celery sticks, is an almost supernatural sight. After taking a drag on a cigarette, she turns the volume up to hear the details of the latest FAWN ppv. She views with increasing intensity at an impromptu gauntlet match, her body humming with aggression at the post match antics. She blows out a puff of smoke and puts out the cigarette in a copper ashtray by her seat.
She speaks aloud to herself “That shit ain’t right,” and picks up the phone.
“Hello, Bethany Christian please...”