Post by hawkeye on Jun 11, 2020 1:23:33 GMT
DINGDINGDING!!!
“The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit!” FAWN’s ring announcer bellows over the loudspeaker. The buzz of excitement from the fans turns into boisterous jeers as Jennifer Lopez’s “Booty” blasts over the PA system.
BOOTY: www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
Out through the curtains struts Kendra LaRue to a shower of boos from the FAWN Faithful. One half of the Legendary tag team Bootyshock and a former multi champion in Mexico, The Siren makes her Mania return a bigger threat than ever before. Kendra knots her manicured hands into a fist on top of her long dark hair and gives her voluptuous frame a few body rolls to show off her Mexican flag themed two-piece bikini, quickly turning show off her favoured and God given weapon that was her backside. Knowing what Beckett could do with a victim’s thong LaRue switched out her heart attack inducing g-string for smallish bottoms that only brought palpitations to the lustful crowd, eyes glued to her infamous booty whirling in fast circles. The arrogant Armenian and succubi in referee Merle’s life halts her dance with a flourish and makes her way to ring.
“From Los Angeles, California… THE Ultimate Angel from the City… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds! She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle, and a multi-Mexican champion... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LaaaRRRUUUEEE!!!!!”
KENDRA LARUE
The Siren’s sashay down the aisle eventually led her to ringside, Kendra ascending the staircase with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her head to address the crowd. “If any of you losers and cretins don’t want to see where Cassandra’s nose is going I suggest you avert your gaze now.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated her most prized asset...
... and quite possibly gaining a few more fans in the process.
Kendra drops any hint of teasing or seduction from her movements and backs into a corner putting her hands on the middle ropes, eye trained on the curtains for her nemesis tonight Cassandra Beckett. The so-called Queen Bitch needed to pay for her betrayal and interruption of the humbling of Cassava Onika. As her music faded, Kendra’s eyes narrow as she waits for her nemesis, her gaze locked on the stage. The bouncy guitar chord of Volbeat’s “Still Counting” starts up over the loudspeakers, meaning Kendra wouldn’t have to wait for long.
STILL COUNTING: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXhjp85UNJI
“And her opponent...From Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-two pounds...She is the Atomic Redneck, this is….CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
The FAWNatics spring to their feet, roaring their approval as Cassandra Beckett struts out onto the stage, a bounce to her step that masked her malice. She is dressed in her usual ring attire of a black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with “BITCH” written across her ass, and black boots. At the top of the stage, she locks eyes with Kendra, and all pretense of mirth in her demeanor evaporates, and she marches down the ramp with purpose. She still smacks hands with the fans at ringside, but she never takes her eyes off of the infuriatingly smug Larue, smirking at the upstart, wordlessly daring her to get into the ring and come get her receipt for the beating she gave her in October.
CASSANDRA BECKETT
As Cassandra gets in the ring, keeping herself alert for a bum’s rush that doesn’t happen, referee Al Carpenter is quick to get in between the two wildcats, both with an earned reputation for getting down, dirty, and especially nasty. For her part, Cassandra simply backs into the corner opposite Kendra to let Carpenter check her gear.
Al signals for the bell to start the match and the two women begin to circle each other. There is an excited buzz amongst the FAWNatics as Kendra and Cassandra stalk one another, wordlessly expressing their malice, the air electric with their tension. Finally, after a couple circuits around the squared circle, the two sensual predators throw themselves at each other. Interlocking their hands, they slam their bodies into each other. Once, twice, thrice, even a fourth time doesn’t bring one or the other gladiatrices to yield to the knucklelock.
“By the time I’m done with you,” Kendra grunts through gritted teeth as they struggle and strain against one another, “you’re gonna bow to me, and you’re gonna lick my boots. I’m gonna teach you your place, you filthy rat!!”
“Nnngh!!” Cassandra likewise grunts as their bodies collide yet again before shooting back with a smirk, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, skank!” She then ends the stalemate with a knee to the gut, adding, “I’m spoken for now!”
“WHOUUULF!!” Kendra bellows as the Queen Bitch’s knee doubles her over, sucking wind. She’s not given time to recover, however, as Cassandra pushes the Bootyshock Lieutenant into the ropes before shooting her across to the opposite side. Larue instinctively ducks upon the rebound, expecting a clothesline from her rival, but not only is a clothesline not forthcoming, when Kendra stops and lifts her head, there is no Beckett at all. Confused, Kendra spins around, only to find Cassandra in front of her point-blank, having followed after her foe two steps behind. With momentum on her side, she levels Kendra with a vicious knee lift to her midsection that sends her tumbling to the mat head over heels. Showing the relentlessness that gained her infamy throughout the Southwest, Cassandra then pounced on her prey, driving an elbow deep into Kendra’s belly the second she turned over onto her back. She follows that up with a series of double axe-handle blows to the Siren’s tummy, making Larue convulse and groan with each hammering shot.
“Gotta admit,” Cassandra finally says after the fifth axe-handle shot to Kendra’s gut, “I was pretty surprised when you locked up at the start there. I figured you would want this to be a knock-down, drag-out as much as I do! But, hey...you wanna go through the motions of this being an actual wrestling match? I can oblige you there too!” With that, the Nebraskan Terror plunges her talon into Kendra’s softened and reddened gut with a vicious abdominal claw!
“AAIIIIIEEE!!” Kendra howls and whines in agony as she grasps Cassie’s wrist, trying desperately to prise her burrowing digits away. “LET GO, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!! STAAAHHHHP!!!”
“Ah ah ah!” Cassandra chirps in a sing-songy voice, “You didn’t say the magic word!” and in response, Arizona’s Most Wanted digs in even deeper, seemingly trying to bore a hole through Kendra’s midsection.
“What do you say, Kendra?” Al asks from Larue’s opposite side, “Do you wanna give it up?”
Kendra shakes her head emphatically, partly as an answer, partly to try and somehow take her mind off of the blinding pain that this bitch is heaping upon her. “N-NOOOOOOO!!!” she finally answers, her voice a high-pitched scream.
“Ohhhh, yeah!” Cassandra grinned wide, “That right there is music to my ears. But you ain’t gonna submit to a little ol’ belly claw, are ya, baby?” With that, the Atomic Redneck takes her hand away from Kendra’s tummy and instead grasps the Siren’s long black tresses, dragging her to her feet. “Naw, you ain’t gonna give up that easy. I’ve gotta soften you up some more.” With a sadistic smile on her lips, Cassandra then backs Kendra into the ropes, the blade of her forearm dangerously close to her victim’s throat. As Al begins a count to get them out of the ropes, Beckett levels her rival with a pair of open-handed chops to Kendra’s chest, setting her oversized juggs to jiggling. Before the ref can get to five, though, Cassandra shoots Kendra across the ring. What she had planned for her foe will remain a mystery, though, as Larue was able to shake the cobwebs just enough to react to being sent across the ring by leaping onto the second rope and launching herself at Beckett with a breathtaking quebrada!
QUEBRADA: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLncVMGnJa4
Cassandra finds herself crushed underneath Kendra’s body as they crash into the mat. Rolling away from the flattened Nebraskan, the Jungle Queen takes the opportunity to catch her breath and recover from the former Queen Bitch’s early onslaught. Rolling to her side, Beckett reaches for the bottom rope to help pull herself back to her feet, while Larue pushes herself onto all fours, giving some lucky fans a good view of her prominent peaks and valley, despite the more conservative ring gear. “Stupid fucking redneck!” Kendra spits as she eyes her bitter foe, hatred and spite spurring her on as she pushes herself to her feet and marches over to her rival and begins to put boot leather to the Atomic Redneck, stomping her up and down her body, drawing pained yelps from Beckett as her body spasms with each strike. After a good minute of that, Kendra dives down to her knees beside Beckett. Lifting Cassandra’s head up by the hair for leverage with one hand, Larue then laid in stiff shots to her head and face with the other hand, gleefully pummelling the Nebraskan Terror until she hears an intrusive voice.
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kendra lets Cassandra’s head drop to the mat with a thud! before scrambling to her feet, going nose to nose with the zebra and sticking a finger in his face.
“You keep your nose out of my business, Carpenter!” she barks, “This bitch is gonna get what’s coming to her!”
“That may be,” Al is quick to shoot back, “but this is still a match. If you’re okay with taking a loss by disqualification, by all means, ignore me and fire away!”
Kendra snarls in reply, starting to turn her attention back to her prey whilst adding a parting warning to the man in black and white, “Just stay the hell out of my way, got it? Or Jenny’s gonna be too busy tending to your wounds to get in the ri-IIIINWHOOOOAAA!!”
Kendra’s threat is suddenly cut off as Cassandra springs to life, grabbing the waistband of Kendra’s trunks. Using the bent-over Bootyshock Lieutenant’s momentum against her, she manages to forcefully eject Larue from the ring, sending her tumbling to the floor through the top and middle ropes. From her back, Cassandra shoots Al a knowing look before joining her bitter rival on the outside, rolling under the bottom rope and down to the floor.
“Now, this!” Cassandra barks as she scrambles to her feet as Kendra pulls herself up via the guardrail, “THIS is what I had in mind!” With that, the former Queen Bitch pounces at Kendra, her hands in the Jungle Queen’s dark tresses, with Larue responding in kind. Both women cursing at each other and yelping in pain as they tug and pull, trying to yank each other’s hair out by the roots.
“OOOWWWWW!! FUCK!! Let go of my hair, you dirty slut!!” Kendra howls, her own grip ever-tightening
“RRRRGH!!! You first, skank!!!” Cassandra growls back. Slowly, hateful eyes meet hateful eyes and the two wildcats come to a grudging agreement. Slowly, ever so slowly, they release each other’s hair, not without pulling back with multiple strands of their opponents’s. They both seem to have the same idea though, because at the same time, both combatants throw a heavy knee right between the other’s legs. The crowd groans in sympathy, even for the hated Larue, as both women fall like felled trees, sprawled out on the concrete floor.
“FIVE..SIX...SEVEN…” Al continues the count as both women stir, groaning and massaging their wounded privates. When their eyes lock on each other, they scramble to their knees, not even wanting to wait to get to their feet, and begin teeing off on each other with heavy haymakers, clearly not hearing the count in the ring, as consumed as they are with hatred for each other. “...TEN!! RING THE BELL!!!” The bell rings signalling the end of the match, but the bombs don’t cease. Carpenter is about to call for help when he hears a voice in his earpiece.
”Do NOT call for security, Mr. Carpenter!”
“Ma’am?” Al asks curiously, recognizing Commissioner Bethany Christian’s voice.
”These people paid to see a fight, not a match that gets thrown out in the first three minutes! Let them fight! If things get out of hand, I will send security out myself.”
“You’re the boss.” Al shrugs. With that settled, he climbs out of the ring, making sure to steer clear of the brawling women, and give instructions to the ring announcer. Meanwhile, Cassandra and Kendra have gotten to their feet and continue their hate-fueled fight unheeded, bouncing each other’s head on the ring apron as they make their way over to the entrance ramp. Cassandra tries to end the cycle by following up slamming Kendra’s head onto the ring apron for the fourth time by spinning her around to deliver a uppercut to the Jungle Queen’s jaw, only to be cut off by a knee driven deep into the Atomic Redneck’s gut. Larue then positions them at the foot of the entrance ramp, grabs Beckett into a headlock and grabs a handful of her trunks. Bearing down, Kendra then lifts Cassandra up in a snap suplex, sending her bitter foe crashing backfirst onto the unforgiving steel!
The bloodcurdling scream that escapes Cassandra’s lips sends chills down the spines of all within earshot of it, including Kendra, though she manages to hide it behind her usual veneer of smug arrogance. “Oh, suck it up, you big baby,” she taunts her prey as she drags her up to her feet by the hair, “I’m not done with you yet.” She then puts Cassandra in a tight headlock and walks her up the entrance ramp. Once they’re on the stage, Larue drives Beckett’s head into the steel with a running bulldog. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, the Jungle Queen then hops down from the stage and retrieves a table, sliding it onto the stage. Once she’s back on the stage herself, though, Beckett springs to life, rushing to her feet, grabbing Kendra’s long dark hair with one hand and laying in stiff punches to her face with the other. While caught off-guard by Cassandra’s surge of aggression, Kendra quickly responds in kind, trading potatoes with her bitter foe, when…
WHAM!!!
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Seemingly from out of nowhere, Cassava Onika plows into Larue like a MAC truck, hitting her with one of her signature hip attacks that puts Kendra flat on her back. Cassandra blinks as recognition finally comes over her as Cassava straddles Kendra’s torso.
“Sneak attacks begat sneak attacks, bitch!” the BMD Champion shouts as she lays in punches to Kendra’s face from the mount.
“Cassava?” Cassandra calls out as she approaches her, “I thought you said you weren’t going to interfere!”
“Match got thrown out,” Cassava answers, looking up as she holds a dazed Larue’s head up by the hair for easier punching, “You both got counted out like five minutes ago, so I figured what the hell.” As Kendra manages to get up a guard to protect herself from Cassava’s punches, the Milk Chocolate Mauler lives up to that monniker, shifting tactics to a double titty twister, leaving the Bootyshock Lieutenant to scream in agony.
Cassandra takes a moment to ponder this, then shrugs. What the hell, indeed! “Fair enough.” She then joins in the attack, figuring fair’s fair for all the time Kendra and her tag partner, Lakeisha Bates, attacked Cassava two-on-one. “Here, babe…” she purrs as she takes up position at Kendra’s head, leaning over her menacingly, “You’ll have an easier time of it without this!” With that, she reaches for Kendra’s top and tears it asunder, leaving her oversized orbs to bounce free, which prompts a raucous cheer from the FAWN faithful. Cassava looks up at her partner and girlfriend appreciatively, a glint of sadistic glee in her eyes and a wicked grin on her lips as she sinks her talons into the now-exposed soft titflesh anew.
“AAAAARRRGHH!!!” Kendra howls in pain, “You two sluts are gonna pay for this!! I’m gonna ge-MMMFFFF!!” The Jungle Queen’s threats are cut off as Cassandra lowers herself on top of Kendra’s face.
“I’ve heard enough of your dirty hoe mouth to last a lifetime, you dirty slut!” Cassandra growls as she begins riding Larue’s face, leaning over to make out with Cassava while she continues her assault on Kendra’s tits and tummy. Both women moan lewdly, their tongues darting around and against each other while Kendra’s pained shrieks have been reduced to whimpers underneath the two women. The display gets an even louder roar of approval from the fans, delighted to see any sort of risque act. After a good ninety seconds of borderline soft porn for the fans to enjoy, Frenemies With Benefits dismount the now exhausted Kendra, enjoying a more intimate, less lewd, kiss before returning to their work of making Kendra pay for the months of hell she put the two of them through.
Pulling Kendra to kneeling, the shorter Cassava likewise kneels behind her and threads her arms underneath hers, locking her hands behind Larue’s head in a full nelson hold that’s made all the more visually delicious by the Siren’s forced toplessness. “Time to work the funbags, Beck!” Cassava chirps with playful insidiousness.
Cassandra smirks sadistically as she takes up position in front of the two. “You’re the best, babe! You’re getting something extra when we get home!” She winks at her lover and then commences to wear Kendra out, peppering her face, boobs, and stomach with hard punches that leave red welts and bruises all over her voluptuous body. For a little extra bit of carnal brutality, the Atomic Redneck throws in her own boob mauling for good measure. She then looks at her girlfriend and gives Cassava a surprisingly, given the atmosphere, tender kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Cassava.” she purrs, her cheeks flushed, “What do you say we put this little puppy out for the night?”
Cassava nods excitedly, releasing Kendra and letting her just drop, puddling face-down upon the steel. “Heck yeah! Fuck PETA!” Much like the Siren had done to Beckett earlier, Cassava drags Larue to the side of the stage by the hair, cavewoman-style, stopping by the table Kendra had retrieved earlier.
As Cassava goes to work setting the table up, Cassandra hauls Kendra’s carcass to her feet. She cups the barely-conscious veteran’s chin, forcing her to look her in the eye as she stares back with palpable hatred. She spits in Kendra’s face and follows it up with a couple bitchslaps. “You deserve a lot worse for everything you’ve done to Cassava, you miserable bitch!” she growls nose to nose with her, “And don’t think for a second that this is the end of it!” With that, the former Queen Bitch bends Kendra over and thrusts her head in between her thighs. “Nighty-night, little puppy…” she purrs.
“Hold up!” Cassava taps Cassandra on the shoulder, “I just got an idea! Let’s go!!” With that, she climbs up on the riser at the back of the stage, leaving her standing just above Beckett as she flips Kendra up, holding her in powerbomb position, pausing to let her contemplate her impending doom. “Seats to cheeks!!” Cassava shouts a random thought as she launches herself at Cassandra, leaping over her head and coming down on Kendra’s prodigious chest as Cassandra completes the powerbomb, slamming the Siren through the table, the impact of splintering wood amplified by Cassava’s buns caving Larue’s chest in.
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Cassandra grins at Kendra’s wreckage as she helps Cassava to her feet and begins making out with her anew as they stand triumphantly over the thoroughly dismantled Jungle Queen, getting a little handsy in the process as she works in little squeezes to Cassava’s boobs and buns.
“Whoa! Whoa, honey!” Cassava pulls Cassandra’s roaming hands away, putting a stop to the fun for the time being, “We’ll play later...Anything else you wanna do before security finishes their customary slow saunter in here?” Indeed, no sooner had Cassava sandwiched Kendra between the table and her Buns of Mass Destruction had Bethany finally called on security to break things up.
“Just you, babe,” Cassandra answered dreamily, her bloodlust sated and replaced by lust and adoration for the woman standing beside her. She offers a playful pat on the backside, adding, “Just you. Come on, let’s go celebrate. We’ve got a lot of night ahead of us!” She and Cassava then exit, arm in arm, basking in the moral victory and payback they both achieved on one of their chief tormentors.
“The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit!” FAWN’s ring announcer bellows over the loudspeaker. The buzz of excitement from the fans turns into boisterous jeers as Jennifer Lopez’s “Booty” blasts over the PA system.
BOOTY: www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
Out through the curtains struts Kendra LaRue to a shower of boos from the FAWN Faithful. One half of the Legendary tag team Bootyshock and a former multi champion in Mexico, The Siren makes her Mania return a bigger threat than ever before. Kendra knots her manicured hands into a fist on top of her long dark hair and gives her voluptuous frame a few body rolls to show off her Mexican flag themed two-piece bikini, quickly turning show off her favoured and God given weapon that was her backside. Knowing what Beckett could do with a victim’s thong LaRue switched out her heart attack inducing g-string for smallish bottoms that only brought palpitations to the lustful crowd, eyes glued to her infamous booty whirling in fast circles. The arrogant Armenian and succubi in referee Merle’s life halts her dance with a flourish and makes her way to ring.
“From Los Angeles, California… THE Ultimate Angel from the City… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds! She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle, and a multi-Mexican champion... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LaaaRRRUUUEEE!!!!!”
KENDRA LARUE
The Siren’s sashay down the aisle eventually led her to ringside, Kendra ascending the staircase with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her head to address the crowd. “If any of you losers and cretins don’t want to see where Cassandra’s nose is going I suggest you avert your gaze now.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated her most prized asset...
... and quite possibly gaining a few more fans in the process.
Kendra drops any hint of teasing or seduction from her movements and backs into a corner putting her hands on the middle ropes, eye trained on the curtains for her nemesis tonight Cassandra Beckett. The so-called Queen Bitch needed to pay for her betrayal and interruption of the humbling of Cassava Onika. As her music faded, Kendra’s eyes narrow as she waits for her nemesis, her gaze locked on the stage. The bouncy guitar chord of Volbeat’s “Still Counting” starts up over the loudspeakers, meaning Kendra wouldn’t have to wait for long.
STILL COUNTING: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXhjp85UNJI
“And her opponent...From Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-two pounds...She is the Atomic Redneck, this is….CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
The FAWNatics spring to their feet, roaring their approval as Cassandra Beckett struts out onto the stage, a bounce to her step that masked her malice. She is dressed in her usual ring attire of a black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with “BITCH” written across her ass, and black boots. At the top of the stage, she locks eyes with Kendra, and all pretense of mirth in her demeanor evaporates, and she marches down the ramp with purpose. She still smacks hands with the fans at ringside, but she never takes her eyes off of the infuriatingly smug Larue, smirking at the upstart, wordlessly daring her to get into the ring and come get her receipt for the beating she gave her in October.
CASSANDRA BECKETT
As Cassandra gets in the ring, keeping herself alert for a bum’s rush that doesn’t happen, referee Al Carpenter is quick to get in between the two wildcats, both with an earned reputation for getting down, dirty, and especially nasty. For her part, Cassandra simply backs into the corner opposite Kendra to let Carpenter check her gear.
Al signals for the bell to start the match and the two women begin to circle each other. There is an excited buzz amongst the FAWNatics as Kendra and Cassandra stalk one another, wordlessly expressing their malice, the air electric with their tension. Finally, after a couple circuits around the squared circle, the two sensual predators throw themselves at each other. Interlocking their hands, they slam their bodies into each other. Once, twice, thrice, even a fourth time doesn’t bring one or the other gladiatrices to yield to the knucklelock.
“By the time I’m done with you,” Kendra grunts through gritted teeth as they struggle and strain against one another, “you’re gonna bow to me, and you’re gonna lick my boots. I’m gonna teach you your place, you filthy rat!!”
“Nnngh!!” Cassandra likewise grunts as their bodies collide yet again before shooting back with a smirk, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, skank!” She then ends the stalemate with a knee to the gut, adding, “I’m spoken for now!”
“WHOUUULF!!” Kendra bellows as the Queen Bitch’s knee doubles her over, sucking wind. She’s not given time to recover, however, as Cassandra pushes the Bootyshock Lieutenant into the ropes before shooting her across to the opposite side. Larue instinctively ducks upon the rebound, expecting a clothesline from her rival, but not only is a clothesline not forthcoming, when Kendra stops and lifts her head, there is no Beckett at all. Confused, Kendra spins around, only to find Cassandra in front of her point-blank, having followed after her foe two steps behind. With momentum on her side, she levels Kendra with a vicious knee lift to her midsection that sends her tumbling to the mat head over heels. Showing the relentlessness that gained her infamy throughout the Southwest, Cassandra then pounced on her prey, driving an elbow deep into Kendra’s belly the second she turned over onto her back. She follows that up with a series of double axe-handle blows to the Siren’s tummy, making Larue convulse and groan with each hammering shot.
“Gotta admit,” Cassandra finally says after the fifth axe-handle shot to Kendra’s gut, “I was pretty surprised when you locked up at the start there. I figured you would want this to be a knock-down, drag-out as much as I do! But, hey...you wanna go through the motions of this being an actual wrestling match? I can oblige you there too!” With that, the Nebraskan Terror plunges her talon into Kendra’s softened and reddened gut with a vicious abdominal claw!
“AAIIIIIEEE!!” Kendra howls and whines in agony as she grasps Cassie’s wrist, trying desperately to prise her burrowing digits away. “LET GO, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!! STAAAHHHHP!!!”
“Ah ah ah!” Cassandra chirps in a sing-songy voice, “You didn’t say the magic word!” and in response, Arizona’s Most Wanted digs in even deeper, seemingly trying to bore a hole through Kendra’s midsection.
“What do you say, Kendra?” Al asks from Larue’s opposite side, “Do you wanna give it up?”
Kendra shakes her head emphatically, partly as an answer, partly to try and somehow take her mind off of the blinding pain that this bitch is heaping upon her. “N-NOOOOOOO!!!” she finally answers, her voice a high-pitched scream.
“Ohhhh, yeah!” Cassandra grinned wide, “That right there is music to my ears. But you ain’t gonna submit to a little ol’ belly claw, are ya, baby?” With that, the Atomic Redneck takes her hand away from Kendra’s tummy and instead grasps the Siren’s long black tresses, dragging her to her feet. “Naw, you ain’t gonna give up that easy. I’ve gotta soften you up some more.” With a sadistic smile on her lips, Cassandra then backs Kendra into the ropes, the blade of her forearm dangerously close to her victim’s throat. As Al begins a count to get them out of the ropes, Beckett levels her rival with a pair of open-handed chops to Kendra’s chest, setting her oversized juggs to jiggling. Before the ref can get to five, though, Cassandra shoots Kendra across the ring. What she had planned for her foe will remain a mystery, though, as Larue was able to shake the cobwebs just enough to react to being sent across the ring by leaping onto the second rope and launching herself at Beckett with a breathtaking quebrada!
QUEBRADA: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLncVMGnJa4
Cassandra finds herself crushed underneath Kendra’s body as they crash into the mat. Rolling away from the flattened Nebraskan, the Jungle Queen takes the opportunity to catch her breath and recover from the former Queen Bitch’s early onslaught. Rolling to her side, Beckett reaches for the bottom rope to help pull herself back to her feet, while Larue pushes herself onto all fours, giving some lucky fans a good view of her prominent peaks and valley, despite the more conservative ring gear. “Stupid fucking redneck!” Kendra spits as she eyes her bitter foe, hatred and spite spurring her on as she pushes herself to her feet and marches over to her rival and begins to put boot leather to the Atomic Redneck, stomping her up and down her body, drawing pained yelps from Beckett as her body spasms with each strike. After a good minute of that, Kendra dives down to her knees beside Beckett. Lifting Cassandra’s head up by the hair for leverage with one hand, Larue then laid in stiff shots to her head and face with the other hand, gleefully pummelling the Nebraskan Terror until she hears an intrusive voice.
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kendra lets Cassandra’s head drop to the mat with a thud! before scrambling to her feet, going nose to nose with the zebra and sticking a finger in his face.
“You keep your nose out of my business, Carpenter!” she barks, “This bitch is gonna get what’s coming to her!”
“That may be,” Al is quick to shoot back, “but this is still a match. If you’re okay with taking a loss by disqualification, by all means, ignore me and fire away!”
Kendra snarls in reply, starting to turn her attention back to her prey whilst adding a parting warning to the man in black and white, “Just stay the hell out of my way, got it? Or Jenny’s gonna be too busy tending to your wounds to get in the ri-IIIINWHOOOOAAA!!”
Kendra’s threat is suddenly cut off as Cassandra springs to life, grabbing the waistband of Kendra’s trunks. Using the bent-over Bootyshock Lieutenant’s momentum against her, she manages to forcefully eject Larue from the ring, sending her tumbling to the floor through the top and middle ropes. From her back, Cassandra shoots Al a knowing look before joining her bitter rival on the outside, rolling under the bottom rope and down to the floor.
“Now, this!” Cassandra barks as she scrambles to her feet as Kendra pulls herself up via the guardrail, “THIS is what I had in mind!” With that, the former Queen Bitch pounces at Kendra, her hands in the Jungle Queen’s dark tresses, with Larue responding in kind. Both women cursing at each other and yelping in pain as they tug and pull, trying to yank each other’s hair out by the roots.
“OOOWWWWW!! FUCK!! Let go of my hair, you dirty slut!!” Kendra howls, her own grip ever-tightening
“RRRRGH!!! You first, skank!!!” Cassandra growls back. Slowly, hateful eyes meet hateful eyes and the two wildcats come to a grudging agreement. Slowly, ever so slowly, they release each other’s hair, not without pulling back with multiple strands of their opponents’s. They both seem to have the same idea though, because at the same time, both combatants throw a heavy knee right between the other’s legs. The crowd groans in sympathy, even for the hated Larue, as both women fall like felled trees, sprawled out on the concrete floor.
“FIVE..SIX...SEVEN…” Al continues the count as both women stir, groaning and massaging their wounded privates. When their eyes lock on each other, they scramble to their knees, not even wanting to wait to get to their feet, and begin teeing off on each other with heavy haymakers, clearly not hearing the count in the ring, as consumed as they are with hatred for each other. “...TEN!! RING THE BELL!!!” The bell rings signalling the end of the match, but the bombs don’t cease. Carpenter is about to call for help when he hears a voice in his earpiece.
”Do NOT call for security, Mr. Carpenter!”
“Ma’am?” Al asks curiously, recognizing Commissioner Bethany Christian’s voice.
”These people paid to see a fight, not a match that gets thrown out in the first three minutes! Let them fight! If things get out of hand, I will send security out myself.”
“You’re the boss.” Al shrugs. With that settled, he climbs out of the ring, making sure to steer clear of the brawling women, and give instructions to the ring announcer. Meanwhile, Cassandra and Kendra have gotten to their feet and continue their hate-fueled fight unheeded, bouncing each other’s head on the ring apron as they make their way over to the entrance ramp. Cassandra tries to end the cycle by following up slamming Kendra’s head onto the ring apron for the fourth time by spinning her around to deliver a uppercut to the Jungle Queen’s jaw, only to be cut off by a knee driven deep into the Atomic Redneck’s gut. Larue then positions them at the foot of the entrance ramp, grabs Beckett into a headlock and grabs a handful of her trunks. Bearing down, Kendra then lifts Cassandra up in a snap suplex, sending her bitter foe crashing backfirst onto the unforgiving steel!
The bloodcurdling scream that escapes Cassandra’s lips sends chills down the spines of all within earshot of it, including Kendra, though she manages to hide it behind her usual veneer of smug arrogance. “Oh, suck it up, you big baby,” she taunts her prey as she drags her up to her feet by the hair, “I’m not done with you yet.” She then puts Cassandra in a tight headlock and walks her up the entrance ramp. Once they’re on the stage, Larue drives Beckett’s head into the steel with a running bulldog. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, the Jungle Queen then hops down from the stage and retrieves a table, sliding it onto the stage. Once she’s back on the stage herself, though, Beckett springs to life, rushing to her feet, grabbing Kendra’s long dark hair with one hand and laying in stiff punches to her face with the other. While caught off-guard by Cassandra’s surge of aggression, Kendra quickly responds in kind, trading potatoes with her bitter foe, when…
WHAM!!!
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Seemingly from out of nowhere, Cassava Onika plows into Larue like a MAC truck, hitting her with one of her signature hip attacks that puts Kendra flat on her back. Cassandra blinks as recognition finally comes over her as Cassava straddles Kendra’s torso.
“Sneak attacks begat sneak attacks, bitch!” the BMD Champion shouts as she lays in punches to Kendra’s face from the mount.
“Cassava?” Cassandra calls out as she approaches her, “I thought you said you weren’t going to interfere!”
“Match got thrown out,” Cassava answers, looking up as she holds a dazed Larue’s head up by the hair for easier punching, “You both got counted out like five minutes ago, so I figured what the hell.” As Kendra manages to get up a guard to protect herself from Cassava’s punches, the Milk Chocolate Mauler lives up to that monniker, shifting tactics to a double titty twister, leaving the Bootyshock Lieutenant to scream in agony.
Cassandra takes a moment to ponder this, then shrugs. What the hell, indeed! “Fair enough.” She then joins in the attack, figuring fair’s fair for all the time Kendra and her tag partner, Lakeisha Bates, attacked Cassava two-on-one. “Here, babe…” she purrs as she takes up position at Kendra’s head, leaning over her menacingly, “You’ll have an easier time of it without this!” With that, she reaches for Kendra’s top and tears it asunder, leaving her oversized orbs to bounce free, which prompts a raucous cheer from the FAWN faithful. Cassava looks up at her partner and girlfriend appreciatively, a glint of sadistic glee in her eyes and a wicked grin on her lips as she sinks her talons into the now-exposed soft titflesh anew.
“AAAAARRRGHH!!!” Kendra howls in pain, “You two sluts are gonna pay for this!! I’m gonna ge-MMMFFFF!!” The Jungle Queen’s threats are cut off as Cassandra lowers herself on top of Kendra’s face.
“I’ve heard enough of your dirty hoe mouth to last a lifetime, you dirty slut!” Cassandra growls as she begins riding Larue’s face, leaning over to make out with Cassava while she continues her assault on Kendra’s tits and tummy. Both women moan lewdly, their tongues darting around and against each other while Kendra’s pained shrieks have been reduced to whimpers underneath the two women. The display gets an even louder roar of approval from the fans, delighted to see any sort of risque act. After a good ninety seconds of borderline soft porn for the fans to enjoy, Frenemies With Benefits dismount the now exhausted Kendra, enjoying a more intimate, less lewd, kiss before returning to their work of making Kendra pay for the months of hell she put the two of them through.
Pulling Kendra to kneeling, the shorter Cassava likewise kneels behind her and threads her arms underneath hers, locking her hands behind Larue’s head in a full nelson hold that’s made all the more visually delicious by the Siren’s forced toplessness. “Time to work the funbags, Beck!” Cassava chirps with playful insidiousness.
Cassandra smirks sadistically as she takes up position in front of the two. “You’re the best, babe! You’re getting something extra when we get home!” She winks at her lover and then commences to wear Kendra out, peppering her face, boobs, and stomach with hard punches that leave red welts and bruises all over her voluptuous body. For a little extra bit of carnal brutality, the Atomic Redneck throws in her own boob mauling for good measure. She then looks at her girlfriend and gives Cassava a surprisingly, given the atmosphere, tender kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Cassava.” she purrs, her cheeks flushed, “What do you say we put this little puppy out for the night?”
Cassava nods excitedly, releasing Kendra and letting her just drop, puddling face-down upon the steel. “Heck yeah! Fuck PETA!” Much like the Siren had done to Beckett earlier, Cassava drags Larue to the side of the stage by the hair, cavewoman-style, stopping by the table Kendra had retrieved earlier.
As Cassava goes to work setting the table up, Cassandra hauls Kendra’s carcass to her feet. She cups the barely-conscious veteran’s chin, forcing her to look her in the eye as she stares back with palpable hatred. She spits in Kendra’s face and follows it up with a couple bitchslaps. “You deserve a lot worse for everything you’ve done to Cassava, you miserable bitch!” she growls nose to nose with her, “And don’t think for a second that this is the end of it!” With that, the former Queen Bitch bends Kendra over and thrusts her head in between her thighs. “Nighty-night, little puppy…” she purrs.
“Hold up!” Cassava taps Cassandra on the shoulder, “I just got an idea! Let’s go!!” With that, she climbs up on the riser at the back of the stage, leaving her standing just above Beckett as she flips Kendra up, holding her in powerbomb position, pausing to let her contemplate her impending doom. “Seats to cheeks!!” Cassava shouts a random thought as she launches herself at Cassandra, leaping over her head and coming down on Kendra’s prodigious chest as Cassandra completes the powerbomb, slamming the Siren through the table, the impact of splintering wood amplified by Cassava’s buns caving Larue’s chest in.
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Cassandra grins at Kendra’s wreckage as she helps Cassava to her feet and begins making out with her anew as they stand triumphantly over the thoroughly dismantled Jungle Queen, getting a little handsy in the process as she works in little squeezes to Cassava’s boobs and buns.
“Whoa! Whoa, honey!” Cassava pulls Cassandra’s roaming hands away, putting a stop to the fun for the time being, “We’ll play later...Anything else you wanna do before security finishes their customary slow saunter in here?” Indeed, no sooner had Cassava sandwiched Kendra between the table and her Buns of Mass Destruction had Bethany finally called on security to break things up.
“Just you, babe,” Cassandra answered dreamily, her bloodlust sated and replaced by lust and adoration for the woman standing beside her. She offers a playful pat on the backside, adding, “Just you. Come on, let’s go celebrate. We’ve got a lot of night ahead of us!” She and Cassava then exit, arm in arm, basking in the moral victory and payback they both achieved on one of their chief tormentors.