BMD TITLE: Lily Burlingame vs. Cassava Onika

The FAWNatics scurry back from the concession stands and restrooms to get to their seats, they don’t want to miss a second of the next bout! Cassava’s putting her Buns of Mass Destruction on the line against Lily Burlingame; Commissioner Bethany Christian for some reason rarely allows the FAWN Find’s host to defend the belt within the promotion, so the HBIC must really believe this match will be a crowd-pleaser… Or that the Cherry Bomb would embarrass and defeat Cassava making the validation of the BMD belt worth it. Either way, the fight’s about to begin; the announcer rechecks his cards before addressing the FAWNatics filling the seats.



“Tonight’s bout is for the Buns of Mass Destruction title and has a time limit of 30 minutes! The rules are as follows…” As he reads the coming combat’s code of conduct the match stipulations appear on the FAWNtron for everyone to read.



The Official BUNS of MASS DESTRUCTION Rules:



-You can only win via pinfall and pinfalls must come via facesit



-Referee counts are to 10 in corners and ropes



-You can not win the match by submission unless it’s vis Facesit



- if your opponent taps to a non-Facesit, you then can only be pinned via a 5 count



“Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Crimson Comet, the Star Strider, the Girl That Gravity Forgot, this is…LILY BURLINGAME!”

COMEBACK KID:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gid-p4nI1s



The low lights of the Maroon Meteor's entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.

LILY BURLINGAME:





Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s callipygian clash, she wore a midnight blue and starry white halter with matching briefs that sent miniature galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.

Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron. Another leap followed and her charge came to a dead stop, Burlingame earning an impressed round of applause by simply balancing herself on the top rope. Glancing back and forth as the cheers grew louder and louder, the former Lightweight and Tag Team champ delivered a stereo swat to her backside, then leapt into the lights and came down with a crisp little 'thwham' in the middle of the squared circle.

Heading to the far corner after offering the FAWNatics another salute, the youngest Burlingame was soon joined by Craig Long, who set to work checking her elbows, wrists, knees and ankles. “First BMD match, I believe.” the zebra said once the inspection was finished. “Nervous?”

Lily arched an eyebrow. “Why would I be nervous? Just because I'm facing the undefeated champion of a style she practically invented with a rule set that doesn't particularly favor my body type, you think I'm nervous?”

Long was silent for a moment before he replied, “Well... yeah.”

“Hell no.” she answered at once. “Tingly, maybe. But that just means we're about to play on Hard Mode. And I thrive on Hard Mode.”



KIckpunch by Adam Warrock

www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ



A pace quickening beats pours through the speakers as a short but curvaceous Black woman steps through the curtain, playfully dancing along with the nerd Hip Hop with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the BMD champion smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters. The entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. The callipygian content creator is dressed for battle in a white tank top that shows a hint of belly button, and a red bra that’s visible through the thin fabric keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounces to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of pink booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small), and just above those was the wide leather strap of the BMD title, the nature and design of the belt dictated that the gold plate be showcased just above its holder’s buns. The inward curve of the center gold plate rests on Onika’s shelf of booty like it was always meant to be there. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).



Still at the top of the ramp, Cassava swung her hips into a turn that puts her back to the Red, White and Bruised audience. Presenting an ass that makes LaKeisha Bates self-conscious whether she admits it or not, she performs a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling crowd. Cassava dips low and makes her cheeks clap to a suddenly roaring audience before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.

“FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”



The Superfan is riding the euphoria and confidence boost from besting her idol (and if all goes well, future wife) Kylie Sanders at Summer Swelter and is looking to parlay that into some karmic balancing. Cassava’s looking to pay back a professional shame while adding another W to her record.

Nearly completing her circuit of the guardrail Cassava looks in the ring to see Craig Long one of the organization’s most respected refs and a cheeky grin spreads across her face. Practically skipping to the announcer, Onika cups his ear and whispers something then hands her belt over to the timekeeper, he chuckles and brings the microphone to his lips.

“Officiating the match will be FAWN Referee, Craig ‘ALL NIGHT’ Long!”

The air fills with laughter and applause as the black-and-white-clad and taken aback man ref looks between the giggling Cassava and the chuckling Lily, wrestling fans can spot a new chant with a sniper’s eye and the Floridian masses pounce on the opportunity. Thousands echo the official’s brand new moniker, ‘ALL-NIGHT! ALL-NIGHT! ALL-NIGHT!...’

Pleased as punch, Cassava jogs up the steel steps and enters the ring for her pre-match pat down. She smirks and tilts her head at the lightly ref as he performs the seach, “I’m sorry! But I can’t have been the first to think of that. Your favorite singer is Lionel Ritchie.” He shrugs his shoulders, already moving past it, “You actually are. I’m surprised I didn’t.”

Buzzing since the Announcer first picked up his mic, the crowd grew noticeably louder when the bell CLANGED and both champion and challenger made for the middle of the ring. For one, an officially sanctioned BMD Title Bout was always cause for celebration. And two, Cassava's challenger wasn't a callipygian powerhouse like Kendra LaRue or Danica Dadal. Indeed Lily Burlingame was no one's idea of the typical BMD fighter and yet in their first encounter it'd been the then Tag Team Champion that ended the match with her glutes snugged down on Cassava's mug while the Queen's own cake was helplessly matchbooked for all to see. That loss had nagged at Onika ever since and the chance to avenge it more than year later contributed to the speed and enthusiasm with which she went to greet the challenger.

As for Burlingame, she might've lacked the champ's personal motivation, but she compensated with an ever-present desire to test herself against new challenges. And if conquering this particular challenge resulted in another belt around her waist? So much the better.

Slowing down as she drew closer, Cassava extended a fist to Lily, who bumped it without hesitation. “Hope you're wearing your stretchy briefs tonight, Lil.” the BMD Queen grinned as they began to circle. “I gotta whole lotta cake to serve up.”

“Oh, I'm sure it's delightful, but I'm afraid you're the one who's gonna sample the whole dessert menu.”

Onika smirked, gave one glute a smack and said, “Then show me what you've got, baby.”

Burlingame obliged her by leaping into a Collar & Elbow that put the lightweights tummy to tummy for a moment before Lily started to march her adversary backward. The march didn't last long though, as Cassava dug in her heels to slow the momentum, then pivoted slightly and THUMPED a Hip Check into the pit of her opponent's stomach! Lily 'oooffffhed' then grunted as Onika snagged her in a Side Headlock that allowed her to grrrrrriiiiiind the challenger's cheek against the point of her hip. “Go on and get a taste right now if you want! A little lick's enough, don't want you to get too full, too fa--”

Burlingame caught the champ's wrist, prized apart the Headlock and twisted around behind to secure a tight Hammerlock. The first painful yank forced Onika up on her toes so the Crimson Comet released the hold and dropped into a crouch so she could grab hold of Onika's ankles. One strong yank put the blonde down flat on her face, chest and belly, but she would've been up in no time if Lily hadn't hopped into a heavy seat on her lower back. Knees gouging at the flattened fighter's flanks, Burlingame snatched both wrists and forced them up between Cassava's shoulders one right after the other. With double the Hammerlocks now in place, Lily leeeeeeeeaned forward to increase the strain while simultaneously bouncing in place to deliver some Butt Bombs that were really more for show.

“So I'm new to this, am I doing it right?” Lily asked after several seconds of Cass trying to squirm her way out of the dual joint-locks.

“Well, you're not doing it wrong Onika muttered as she wriggled from side to side. “But trying to get a submission isn't the best strategy. Even if you do it just means I'll have to sit on you a little longer when it's time to pinWHOOOAAH!”

Burlingame switched over to a Double Chickenwing and used the hold to turn Cassava onto her back. The instant she did so the Star Strider swung around in a half circle and sat on Onika's throat, the southern curve of her buns happily welcoming the champ's chin!

“Doesn't count, Lil!” Craig Long told the startled brunette. “Rules say you gotta cover her mouth and nose!”

“Aaaahhh, dammit!” she raised her hips to scoot back and that's when Onika got both hands against the encroaching backside and shoved her out of the mount! Lily landed on one knee and bounced to her feet, arriving back at verticality a few heartbeats ahead of her curvier adversary.

“Awful small portions you're serving up, babe.” Cassava chided as she made an adjustment to her togs. “Being stingy is no way to win that title! “Oh, you don't have to worry about that.” Burlingame put an extra swish in her hips as she moved toward the blonde. “It's small, but dense. Not that you need reminding. Or maybe you do?”

Cassava most certainly did not. The record books said it was Beckett pinned by Treymane and that was certainly true, but she still gnashed her teeth at the memory of getting caught in Cosmic Entanglement and then losing an exchange of wedgies en route to a combined Matchbook & RFS enjoyed by everyone who wasn't her.

“I already had to listen to the Announcer proclaim 'And Still!' with your ass on my face, honey. Tonight you're gonna find out how that feels.”

Lily shook her head 'no' as the ladies resumed their circling. “I don't need you to tell me how a hard loss feels, baby. I've dealt with plenty and they've never managed to keep me down for long.”

“Oh, I only HAVE to keep you down for three.” Onika countered. Their fingertips were almost brushing now, yet they refrained from initiating the clench. “But something tells me I'll WANT to keep you down until good old Craig here says I've gotta peel myself off your pretty face.”

“Is that so?” Burlingame's tone was light, a marked contrast to the hardness of her eyes.

“You know it is, cutie.” Cassava replied at once. “You may crush me into the mat every time you come off the top rope, but these are BMD rules and you just don't have enough junk in the trunk to dethrone the Quee—NNNNGGGHH!”

Lily didn't much care for the supreme confidence in the champion's voice so she decided to rattle it with a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop that CRACKED across the blonde's chest! Onika yelped, stamped a foot against the mat, then pointed a shoulder at the Maroon Meteor and answered in kind with her own Knife-Edge Chop! Burlingame sucked in a sharp breath to deal with the worst of the sting before she earned 'ooooohhhs!' from the FAWNatics with a massive Overhand Slap that landed atop Cassava's right breast. The BMD Queen soaked it up with a snarl, replied with a slap of her own and then tacked on a quick Bitch Slap for good measure!

Delighted by the startled surprise on Lily's features in the aftermath of the blow, Onika knocked the heiress back on her heels with an aggressive chest bump and chided, “Think that hurts on your tiny titties? Wait'll I get a shot at that narrow asSSRRRGGHHH!”

Lily interrupted with an equally stiff Bitch Slap, but rather than follow with a chest bump she hooked her left arm over the back of Cass' head and jerked her down into a European Uppercut that THWHAPPED offa the Iowan's chin!

“Why're you even talking about my buns when that glass jaw of yours is gonna leave you looking up at the NNNNGGHHHH!”

Cassava kept their game going with a burly little European Uppercut, then stutter-stepped toward the stunned brunette and fired off a Super Ki—NO! Burlingame caught hold of the blonde's ankle in both hands and stretched the limb out full length so she could step over (her left over Cassava's right) and immediately take to the air for a Spinning Wheel Kick that THWHACKED off her opponent's face!

STEP-OVER SPINNING HEEL KICK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtdehzN2AZQ

Onika hit the deck hard but bounced up quick with only one hand pressed to her forehead as sign of her distress. As for Lily, she grabbed the blonde's free wrist, then stepped away and dropped her hips to send Cassava to the far corner with an Irish—OR NOT! Cass reversed with a Whip of her own and took off down the brunette's back trail in hot pursuit.

Aware that Onika was dangerously close, Lily put on an extra burst to create some separati--“HHRRGGHH!” The Milk Chocolate Mauler lunged along with her foe and got both hands against her shoulders for a colossal shove that BWUUUNGED Burlingame sternum-first into the top turnbuckle.

“Ohhh, gotcha now, cutie.” Cassava teased as she grabbed hold of the challenger's shoulder and turned her around so her back was against the corner. “Time I introduced you to the looooooooong corner ten count that make BMD bouts so much fun. For me, anyway.”

“Ropes...” Lily shook the top strand to ensure Craig knew what she wanted. “I'm in the ropeHHHFFFFHHH!”

Onika twisted 'round, helped herself to the top rope on either side of her adversary and SLAMMED a Hip Check into the pit of her stomach! “Oh, he knows you're here, but we're just getting started!” Cass giggled as she swiped her buns back and forth across Lily's trembling tummy. “But hey, we'll start you off small. I'll only smash you in time with the ref's count. Hit it, Craig!”

HIP CHECK IN CORNER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTnMHLzmbFk

Long was nearby so he did as bade, the zebra throwing up a finger to call “ONE!” alongside the FAWNatics who weren't too busy cheering for Onika's first Butt Bomb. Burlingame gasped and tried to smash a forearm across Onika's shoulders, alas the Booty Queen was not dissuaded and she did exactly as promised, repeatedly hammering Lily's abs as the count raced toward the grand finale. “TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...” A little bit of extra wind-up from the champ, then a massive back-thrust for “TEN!” that put Lily's rump up on the second turnbuckle before her legs gave out and she collapsed to a seat!

“Oh dear.” Cassava was all smiles as she backpedaled toward the center of the ring. “I was gonna let you out, but when you put out the welcome mat like that...” she turned away, raced to the far corner and skipped onto the second buckle so she could turn around in mid-air without losing much in the way of speed. Hitting the canvas at a flat run, Onika bore down on Burlingame just to pivot her hips and lash out with a wrecking ball Hip Che--“NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”

Lily slipped away from her seat and pulled herself onto the apron, leaving Cassava to SLAM cheeks-first into the turnbuckles! Drawing back inside as the BMD Queen lurched away from the corner, Lily snatched a handful of waistband and reeled the blonde in so that they were back to back when Burlingame turned around a moment later. “Yuuuhhh... you think I didn't read up on these rules?” the Star Strider asked as she leaned over the middle rope to brace her hands against the apron. “I know exactly what I'm allowed to do. And how long I'm allowed to do it!” In the next instant, she kicked her legs up and threaded them over Onika's arms so they were pinned to the top rope. From there she hooked Cassava's shins and folded her lower legs up around the middle rope.

Tarantula, Lily Burlingame to Cassava Onika!

TARANTULA:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilzC9sZxI1U



“EERRRHHHHH DAMMIT!” Cassava shook her head 'no, no, no'. Even if the hold couldn't actually force a surrender, she hated being displayed like this, especially with Lily jouncing and straining while the crowd delivered another count.

“ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE..”

Lily released the blonde's legs a second early so she could push herself up and deliver a resounding two-handed SLAP to Cassava's squirming cheeks! Then she relinquished what remained of the Tarantula and dumped Onika to the deck where she promptly blotted out her features with a Front Face Sit! Knees together, hands on her thighs, Lily happily bounced in place while Craig swooped in to count…



ONE!





TWO!- Cassava's legs whip up and clamp their ankles around Lily's ears, reeling the American luchadora to the mat as Cassava sits up to reverse the cover-No! Lily back somersaults onto her feet, brings her knees up and pistons her boots into The BMD's face. Cassava's knocked flat with a short groan, but she’s not horizontal for long; Burlingame drags her off the canvas by the wrist, but the moment Onika’s standing the Crimson Comet reaches down and through her legs and takes a handful of cheek meat. She reaches over The Superfan’s shoulder to snag her bra strap through Cassava's white top, showing that she wasn't just the flying portion of Cosmic Noir Burlingame hoists Cassava off her feet and holds The champ across her chest before whipping backward and depositing the overwhelmed Onika on the mat with a Snap Fallaway Slam.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzJWuDhAAVU

The former tag champ bridges in the aftermath in a non-functional pin for this match. Craig urgently reminds Lily of the rules, "It's gotta be a facesit!" But she already knows that. She's making a statement. The crowd understands what the referee doesn't and starts a resonating count.

ONE!

TW- Cassava raises a shoulder. She didn’t need to, but she’ll be damned before Burlingame uses her to make a statement. It’s of no difference to Lily, this just means Cas needs more tenderizing. The BMD challenger raises into a headstand and drops her knees into the pit of the champion’s stomach making Onika curl in on herself with an “Ugh!” before flattening again. Lily rolls off the Supercushion to her feet and darts toward the nearby corner and runs up the buckles to balance on the top ropes, facing out to the crowd. Keeping balance with her arms, the skilled brunette calls out to the fans, “Ever see a Comet crush a Cake?!”

That is something FAWNatics would like to see! As her prophecy is loudly cheered Lily kicks off the ropes into a beautiful Moonsault that could stand with Shea London or Domi Daly on the highlight reel. Lily arcs her back into a 270-degree rotation as she descends into a tummy-on-tummy impact that'll tear Cassava in half.

"UUGH!"

That pitful bellow doesn't come from Onika's lips but Lily's! The Superfan pistons her feet straight up, gutting the Crashing Comet before she can stick the landing. Lily folds around Onika’s legs like a towel on a rack before dropping hard to the canvas on her side to Cassava’s left. The high-flyer’s face is twisted in pain and she’s gasping for air that won’t enter her lungs. The Cherry Bomb crosses her arms over her pulsating middle and starts to get on her knees, that was a miscalculation but if she can recover fast enough, Lily can maintain the lead.

Cassava’s not that generous. Still on the mat she tucks her legs in and Kips up with enthusiasm; she points a finger to the sky and yells out to her subscribers, “Ever see a Cake crush a Comet!?” They haven’t, but going by the fans’ reaction they’ll line up to see it! Satisfied that the cheers to her shot-calling met the same decibels as Burlingame’s, Cassava throws herself into the ropes at her back and rebounds into a dash. Approaching the genuflecting challenger outside her peripheral vision at high speed, Cassava pivots into a Hip Check in an ass cheeks-to-cheek collision that knocks Lily into a sprawl. A Driveby Bootying, is what Cassava will call it in the post Pay Per View media scrum.

Freshly reminded of the destructive power in those buns, Lily lies face up blinking, wondering what was the license plate of the dump truck that hit her while Cassava skips over her form and leaps toward the cables. The Superfan hops onto the middle cable and in a show of pride and Lightweight gymnastics Cassava mirrors the earlier failed Moonsault, but this one hits flush. Their bodies thwam together in a human plus sign in an equation for pain, Lily’s legs kick up into the air as she fills it with a moan before flopping bonelessly to the ring floor. The Roseate Rockette barely has time to contemplate her pain when Onika spins atop her in what would have been a Crossbody pin in a standard match. Instead of securing a facesit Onika takes Lily’s left arm and painfully bends it back in an Anaconda Vice. As soon as Lily's lips part for an angry hiss The Superfan leans forward and lowers her JMDs (Juggs of Mass Destruction) over the brunette's face.

Smothered Chicken

www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QRgdP-kxHE

"Mpph! Gbbed Ofph!"

Lily shouts muffled protests into Onika's bosom and tries to maneuver her head for some breathing room, but only succeeds in motorboating The Superfan's prodigious puppies. Onika wrenches on the hold and smirks when she feels a suppressed shriek vibrate through her boobs. “You may want to save some oxygen, you haven’t been breathing well lately.” She’s right, the BMD champ’s successive attacks to the midsection have cut Lily’s endurance meter meteor in half for the next few minutes and that’s not a disadvantage you want when you’re in a Front Sleeper. Especially when you add a submission to the situation! Despite the distracting tits on her face and the intense burning feeling in her arm, Lily remembers their place in the ring and begins angling her lower body to the cables. Pressing the side of her sole against the bottom rope she loudly mumbles against the tide of titflesh “Bwrak!”

Craig Long claps his hands to make it official and nods at the champ, “I need you to separate, Cass.” She tilts her head back at the ref in a placating manner, “ I think you know what I need you to do.”

Craig does, he stifles a sigh and starts a count, “One! Two!...”

During the extended ten-count, Cassava puts her focus on rendering Lily’s elbow and shoulder unusable for the near future by cranking on the Vice, Lily might prefer dealing with actual anacondas than suffering in the hot confines of Cassava’s cleavage while the butt battler tries to turn her into a tripod. The boob-buffeted brunette thrashes in Cassava’s clutches until Ref. Long shouts “Eight!” And Onika slithers off her prey like the serpent the submission is named for, she makes a show of rising off the canvas from all fours by thrusting and raising her gold-bearing glutes up first and slowly straightening up. “She ain’t ready these buns!” Cass gives her prized ASSets a jiggling double slap, “If you can’t handle the balcony don’t come for the basement.”

As Cassava struts like the cock of the walk, Lily wipes The Superfan’s sweat from her eyes as she takes in deep breathes and gingerly tests the motion range of her arm. The lighter half of Cosmic Noir rises off a knee spitting the taste of Kylie Corps Branded perfume out of her mouth, “Now THIS is new information for me. Had I known that chests were in play, I would have kept chopping your stale cupcakes till they became flour.” A vein pulses in Cassava’s forehead and she crosses her arms swiftly under her bust, giving her jubblies a jump that Craig found hypnotizing, “My cupcakes are fresh from the oven! You wanna start trading Chops again, step right up!” Burlingame strolls up to Cassava like she owned the ring and without a word points her good shoulder at The BMD and Cracks! a Knife-edge against Onika’s gurls, making the dyed blonde take a step back, wincing. “Definitely stale, I just slapped the expired tag on them.” There’s a whisk sound before Cassava’s blurred arm punishes Lily’s right breast with an overhand, the Comet flinches and clenches her teeth but doesn’t cede ground. Cassava shakes out her hand looking at it wonder, “Huh? I thought I would hit something, but it’s like a perspective painting, there’s not much there at-”

Lily scythes her arm out to leave a permanent handprint on Cassava’s breast but The Superfan ducks the blow and slips to Lil’s six. Cassava grapes the wrist of her bad arm yanks on it forcing Lily to yelp at the shock that travels up the limb, then Irish whips her opponent back to the ropes. Burlingame hits the cables clean and rebounds into Onika’s waiting arms and is taken off her feet with a Gutwrench- Wait! The Girl That Gravity Forgot puts a ton of extra spin in that Gutwrench and slips free of Cassava’s hands to slap her against the mat, trapped in a Fujiwara Armbar.



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Stretched out perpendicular to the thrashing BMD Queen's body with Cassava's right arm thoroughly in her possession, Lily jounced in place for several seconds before bracing her heels and bridging back to put all her body-weight on Onika's upper back which in turn put even more strain on that captured limb.



“Rrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!” Cass beat her free hand against the mat, then grabbed hold of her own hair in a valiant effort to spread out the burning pain.



Knowing full well a submission could change the complexion of the bout without actually ending it, Long dropped to one knee beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Cassava? Hanging in there or do you need me to call it?”



Onika shook her head 'no' and growled, “Hell no. I don't need two hands to sit on a rich girl's faceEEERRRRRHHH!”



Burlingame bounced again, the lithe little brunette making a point to SLAM her back down against Cassava's. “You better hope you don't need much of anything to hold onto that title, tuff girl.” the Crimson Comet huffed. “Because I'm gonna break you down piece by piece. By the time this is over, the three seconds I spend sitting on your face will be a rel--”



“You ain't sittin' nowhere but an ice bath, sweetness!” Onika had braced her left elbow against the canvas to better drag their combined weight in the direction of the ropes. “That title will NEVER grace your trophy room not just because you ain't got the cake to get it done, but because it's MIN—NO! Dammit Lily, leggo of my arMAAARRRRRRHHHH!”



Apparently unwilling to let her opponent travel under anything less than the most unpleasant of circumstances, Lily deftly shifted from the Fujiwara into a position that let her thread the Milk Chocolate Mauler's hurtin' right arm between her thighs. In the next instant Lily flattened her right hand into a paddle and began to repeatedly SLAP Onika's left bicep, the determined brunette keeping at it until she managed to seize the champ's wrist and pull her whole arm straight back! Relinquishing the Scissors just as she straightened out Cassava's left arm, Burlingame did the same to the right and secured both in an inescapable loop, Lily catching hold of her own left forearm to pour on the pressure with what was essentially a double Fujiwara Armbar!



“Tell me something, Cassava!” Long was far more insistent now, the strain on Onika's elbows and shoulders was enough to make him cringe and he had no idea what might happen if a BMD bout was stopped due to a non-glute-related injury. “Do you submit, Cass? If you do, just say the word and I'll--”



“NO!” Cass' reply was as defiant as ever, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as the official. “I WON'T TAP!”



“I don't really know if you tap or not.” Lily murmured as she continued her torturous campaign on the blonde's arms. “Know what I DO know, Cass? I know you'll never tell me I can't do something I've set my mind to. Chicks who do that tend to end up shrieking the way you're shrieking n--”



Onika stretched/splayed her left leg as best she could and used it to draaaaaaaaaaaag both ladies a little closer to the ropes. Two more repetitions of this pattern told the Star Strider that Cassava meant to free herself in the strands, not that Burlingame meant to stop her. She simply squeezed and rocked a little harder, the former Lightweight Champ doing her best to take Onika's arms out of the equation for a good long while. Cassava knew damned well what Lily had in mind, she also knew it'd be a wiser strategic choice to simply tap and get out of the trap, yet pride wouldn't allow it. Gritting her teeth against the growing numbness in her arms, the BMD Queen occasionally smacked a foot against the canvas to keep time with the rhythmic clapping of her supporters, but otherwise it was a grim, silent slog to the vicinity of the ropes. After what seemed like an eternity the struggling blonde was inches away so she gathered her reserves and—Burlingame abandoned the Armbar, scrambled to verticality and took to the skies for a huge Mushroom Stomp that SMACKED down on Cassava's vaunted cake!



The abrupt shift in attacks threw Onika off her game and she could only groan in disgust when Burlingame caught her by wrist and ankle and hauled her right back to the middle of the squared circle! With Onika well removed from anything like reprieve, Lily swung around into position at the champ's south end and laid claim to both ankles. Folding Cass' lower legs up even as she planted her boots on the back of the blonde's thighs, Burlingame braced Cassava's shins against her own, then dropped into a deep crouch so she could deliver a stinging SLAP between her opponent's throbbing shoulders.



“Gimme those wrists, champ.” Lily reached for Cassava's wrists, but the blonde stubbornly crossed those aching limbs beneath her chest to keep them safe. Lily snorted, but didn't look surprised. Without really thinking about it she lashed out with both hands to deliver several hard SWATS to Onika's vulnerable buns. “I'm gonna have those wrists, whether you like it or not.” she told the grimacing Iowan. “The only question is whether or not you give them up before I decide to give you the worst wedgie of your life.”



Cassava bared her teeth and tried to buck the challenger off, but all she really did was put a pleasing jiggle through her vulnerable buns. “Don't threaten me with a good time, cutie.” she grunted. “Besides, everyone knows it's big sis who should be challenging for this NGH! NGH! NGH! NGHHHH OOOOOWWW BITCH!”



Lily had threatened a wedgie, instead she balled her right hand into a fist and began delivering short, sharp hammer punches to Onika's cheeks! To make matters worse the Star Strider occasionally delivered a shot with two extended knuckles which she'd proceed to grrrrrrrriiiiind against the blonde's backside. Bringing her other hand into play when Cassava still refused to give up her defenses, Burlingame worked the ferocious frogger treatment for several seconds before slipping the 'C' of her thumb and forefinger into the deep cleft that separated thigh from buttock.



“Eeeeerrrrhhhhhh GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Onika's hands flew to her hair when Lily bore down on the Hammy Clamp, but it took almost ten more seconds for the BMD Queen to reach back in a desperate attempt to—Lily discarded the Clamp to seize Onika's wrists in the blink of an eye! From there she rocked up and down, up and down, the brunette making a point to bounce her foe's chest against the canvas a few times before she rolled onto her back and boosted Cassava into the lights with a perfect Romero Stretch!



ROMERO STRETCH:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_zGO0NFvwA



“Don't even THINK about checking my shoulders, Craig.” Burlingame warned as she pulled on Onika's wrists while simultaneously pushing on her knees. “That ass is nowhere near my face and that means I can keep her here as long as I wa--”



“SUBMIT!” Cass suddenly wailed, the trapped battler conceding an extra two seconds to any future pin attempt to keep the former Lightweight Champion from separating her shoulders. “I SUBMIT, NOW LEMME GO-WHOOOAAH OOOFFFFFHHH!”



Lily pulled down on those wrists while dipping her knees only to release the former and push off with the latter to send Cassava up, over and most importantly, DOWN with an improvised Facebuster! The maneuver left Onika stretched out on her tummy until Burlingame scurried over and shot a Half Nelson to tumble her onto her ba—Lily swung a leg over and sat down hard, burying the Super Fan from forehead to chin with a Reverse Face Sit! Still close by, Craig was in ideal position to count...



ONE...



TWO...



Onika got both hands on Lily's tush and pushed her clear of the smother, yet the shiver in her arms was quite noticeable and no one was really surprised when the Maroon Meteor grabbed hold of her wrists and yanked them away so she could bury the blonde's nose all over again!



“Looks like you need those arms after all, honey!” Burlingame chided with a waggle of her hips as Craig counted...



ONE...



TWO...



THRNOOOO!



Cassava kicked both legs up, cinched them around the brunette's waist and popped her hips to roll forward and THWHUMP Lily's mug into the deck with a sawed-off Facebuster of her own! Rolling over onto her knees even as she drew in a deep breath, a highly motivated Cassava backed it up and sat down full force on Burlingame's surprised mug! “This is how it's done, sweetness!” Onika taunted the challenger as she collected her flailing stems in a Reverse Matchbook while the ref counted...



ONE...



TW--“DAMMIT!”



The challenger muscled Onika off her perch, scrambled to boot leather and spiked a Back Kick into the pit of her foe's stomach when Cassava rose half a heartbeat later. Happy to have the Queen huffing and puffing, Burlingame turned away and ran—NO! Cass lunged after her, caught hold of the heiress' waistband and reeled her back in so she could THWHUMP a Hip Check into Lily's unsuspecting cheeks!



The shot didn't take her off her feet, however she was most definitely off balance when Onika spun her around and sent her backpedaling into the strands with a massive two-handed shove. Her speed was much better on the return trip, yet all was still not quite right as evidenced when Onika braced both hands against the challenger's hips and shot her into the air, aching shoulders be damned. Burlingame floated up, adjusted her position at the apex and dropped down to land on her fee—“UUUNNGGGGHH!” Cassava whipped around and thrust her hips backward like a medicine ball, the full force of which caught her adversary in the pit of the stomach!



POP-UP HIP ATTACK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZYVCjpkUak



Lily hit the deck flat and came up gasping, the brunette's arms crisscrossed over her midsection as she stumbled into the ropes looking for a place to—raucous cheers from the FAWNatics as Onika rushed in and THWHUMPED that roiling tummy with the stiffest Peach Bomber yet, the force of it sending Burlingame tumbling through the strands to the floor while Cassava herself collapsed to one knee with both damaged arms held tight against her chest.



“Gggnf… feels like she poured gravel in my joints,” Onika mewls as she powers back to standing with her brow furrowed with pain, she checks on Lily and sees the skilled young woman writhing and cradling her head. The FAWNtron broadcasts an instant replay of the Interstellar Angel landing awkwardly and banging the back of her halo on the firmly padded arena floor. Cassava winces in sympathy and calls out to her opponent as she makes for the corner. “Gotta keep your chin tucked in, Lil!”



“I know!” Lily calls back in a sour tone. “I can wrestle rings around you, don’t give me advice,” she mumbles to herself as she rolls onto her knees. Lily stands to her full, unintimidating height and feels a pang from her fall that makes the Cosmic ex-champ squint and put the heel of her palm to her forehead. She spots a worrying fan behind the barrier and gives them a placating thumbs up, “I’m good, just a speed bump.” they’re about to throw one back when they look alarmed and points above her head “Look out!” Lily whips around to see Cassava hop from the top buckle of the closest corner while facing away from the grounded Comet. The BMD’s weaponized ass hits Burlingame’s face like a drone strike and thumps the challenger back to the cool floor in a spreadeagle.



BOOTY FROM ABOVE

youtu.be/Esti-0sDd8E?t=173



Cassava’s landing won’t make the highlight reels but it isn’t painful; She catches herself on her hands and feet in sitting gargoyle sort of pose with her butt to the ground with her knees up. Elated with the successful flying Hip Attack, Cassava springs up and high-fives the nonplussed fan that tried to warn her target. “Wooo! I’m buying a lottery ticket later, tonight’s my night.” The Milk Chocolate Mauler turns away from the sea of ticket buyers and struts like a model to Lily’s side, letting a sea of phones record her artfully undulating ass in her pink shorts before she jumps into the air and brings her feet down on hard on Lily’s more modest bosom. Sue Burlingame’s baby sister lets out a ragged bleat and her eyes bulge when her perky pair are crushed under Cassava’s soles with a Kylie Sanders’ approved Mushroom Stomp.



Cassava looks down from a standing straddle of Lily’s shuddering body with a somewhat friendly smirk and pops a double bicep pose, “Have I taken your breath away, cutie?” She jumps and Lily cringes expecting another stomp but Cas spins in the air and brings her feet back down at Lily’s ribs, her glorious glutes hanging above the brunette’s head like a guillotine. “Don’t worry, that happens to everyone” She rolls and grinds her hips to bounce her backside in a sultry figure-eight before swinging a leg over and heading to the ring’s apron. Cassava lies down on the edge and rolls under the bottom cable to break Ref. Craig's count. he lowers a pleading hand to the content creator that will help her up if she takes it, “Could you bring this back into the ring, please?”



Onika slaps the skin of Craig’s hand like they were friends greeting, catching the official off guard. She points at him while strong eye contact to communicate her honesty, “I will after one more move, I swear.” And she rolls back out of the ring, Craig lowers his head sighs, then restarts his count. Lily’s still belly up on the ground so Onika takes her by the wrist and bicep of her left arm and drags the cratered Comet onto unsteady feet. The Superfan glances over a shoulder and marks a section of the guardrail that’ll be getting a cherry splattered against its bars. She drags Lily a few stutter steps forward before lowering a title-wearing hip and heaving Lily- No! Lily takes advantage of Cassava’s weakened arms and reverses the Irish whip, sending The Superfan speeding into a stomach-churning meeting with the guardrail. The dyed blonde finds herself gagging, kicking and draped over the top of the barrier with the cold metal bisecting her belly.



Grimacing, Lily gives her sore chest a rub before running away from the vulnerable booty battler to the other side of the barrier that separates FAWN’s employees from the masses. She forms a square with her index fingers and thumbs to frame the big, wobbling target Cassava's presenting, "Okay, bubble butt, no more playing nice." The Roseate Rocket races back to The BMD and leaps into the air, as Lily soars to her target she compacts herself into a tight ball and bursts out of it straight as a missile, Boots meet glutes with a Shotgun Dropkick!



www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNhQBsG-pms



Fans will clip this moment and play it in slow motion; there’s a ripple of flesh in Cassava’s cheeks instantly followed by a loud squawk from the BMD champ, the section of the guardrail she’s caught on tilts forward with the Comet’s force flipping Cassava onto a lucky fan’s lap. This tall, blessed young man in a Black Court graphic T gets a face full of cake and a POV of the sweaty, moaning young wrestler with her ankles as earrings. He’ll be signing autographs in the parking lot later tonight.



Ref. Craig pauses his count as per Bethany’s unwritten rules; if fans are involved and they’re not getting hurt, let the moment ride. He doesn’t want to let things get too crazy so he threads one leg and his upper body through the cables and onto the apron so the warring women can hear him, “Can we get this between the ropes, please?” Supporting herself with her hands on the barrier, Lily reaches over with her leg and stomps Cassava on the forehead, knocking her off the now lonely fan’s lap into a heap on the concrete. She calls out over her shoulder “We’ll just be one minute, All Night!” The official turns dismayed and gripes to himself, “Oh no, it’s starting to catch on…”



Burlingame brings her leg back to the wrasslin’ portion of the arena and then reaches over to drag Onika up and wincing by the roots. She leans her backwards over the divider making The Superfan raise her neck like a submitting animal but more importantly for the people in the first row, thrusting her calcium cannons to a swarm of recording smartphones. Holding Onika in place with a cupped hand over her chin, Burlingame raises and bends her free arm into a V and brings it down hard on the Iowan’s chest. Onika bleats from the jiggling shot and blindly reaches for Lily’s hair, but the Crimson Comet beats her resistance down by piling on Forearm Smashes to Onika’s cleavage. After a half dozen or so booby blows Cassava is nice and unresisting, and lets herself be taken into an Inverted Face Lock. There’s pop from the FAWNatics but Lily smiles and shakes her head as she places a hand at the small of the BMD’s back. This is no Root of All Evil, but it is an impressive Inverted Suplex; Lily displays some surprising power in her compact body by lifting Cassava off the ground and pointing her bare soles to the houselights and keeping her there. The blood rushes to the champion’s head as the seconds tick by and Burlingame backs up a few steps to make sure Cassava has a clean landing when she falls back and reintroduces the dyed blonde to the floor with a thudding Splat!



www.youtube.com/watch?v=3otstZP1iKc



Cassava lies puddled on the padded floor, looking half-conscious and slowly moving her limbs like she’s about to wake up in the morning. She has always considered Kylie Sanders her idol, and right now she’s emulating some of the Pixie’s worst moments, being on the receiving end of a beatdown that glamorizes the one doing the beating. The Interstellar Angel will be adding some new fans to her choir after tonight; they sing their praises onto Burlingame when she puts a boot across Cassava's back and takes the waistband of her pink shorts with both hands, then yanks on those bottoms like she means to tear them off!



“AAie! Aaaieee!!” The sharp sting of lycra sawing into her nethers snaps Cassava awake into a harsh reality where she’s wailing and scratching at the pads trying to get away from the searing wedgie, but Lily has her pinned and sporting a thong that would make the sleaziest photographer blush. Lily removes her boot from Cassava’s spine and squats to grab the Kylie-stalker’s bra-strap through her shirt while keeping a handful of stretched shorts. “Apologies for the cheeks divider,” Lily doesn’t sound apologetic at all. In fact, she sounds quite pleased with herself, “I needed to be sure I had enough material to hold.” The Crimson Comet deadlifts her curvy counterpart off the ground(uncomfortably compacting Onika’s gurls with the stretch of the bra) and builds up speed by swinging Onika around in a full circle. Showing off the Youtuber’s teary face and wedgied ass to the cameras and FAWNatics before slinging Cassava into the ring. Now Lily’s strong but she’s no Destroyer, so Cassava’s slide ends once her toes pass the ropes, but the rough texture of the canvas makes the trip no treat for The Superfan.



The former tag champion scurries onto the apron and throws herself into the gap between the top and middle cables right beside the suffering Cas just as she trudges to all fours. Lily steals the booty battler's near arm and violently twists it in an Armbar, the hold much more effective after Lily's expert torture of the limb earlier in the match. “What happens if I submit you twice? Will you need to pin me for a count of seven? Or will you just give up and hand over-?”



Cassava buries the pain in that special place in her mind that turns it into action and forces herself, and Lily, into a somersault. The unexpected rotation stacks Lily on her shoulders with her toned tush in the air; Cassava’s on the decorated Lightweight in less than a heartbeat pressing on the back of Lily’s knees and keeping her wrists down with her thicc legs. Ref. Craig stands bewildered at this, he knows Cassava’s aware of the Facesit pin rule, she wrote it! The Superfan doesn’t need Craig yet, she’s just even the score; Burlingame squirms for dear life but she can’t get her shoulders up before Cassava, and the crowd counts, “One! Two! Three!”



Cassava releases the cover and the two simultaneously backroll away from each other onto a knee. Cassava grinning like the cat that ate the canary, Lily with a severe expression of repressed anger.



“Oh, don't look like that, Lily!” Cassava giggled as she took advantage of the brief reprieve to undo the wedgie that'd been inflicted on her during the last skirmish. “It's just a practice three count, and there wasn't even ass on your face, so it's like Easy Mode! I'm sure you'll fight a LOT harder when I'm settled down and Craig's most of the way to fi--”

The BMD Queen had regained her footing during this chiding, now she sank into a deep crouch to avoid the whistling Roundhouse Burlingame flicked at the side of her head! Onika dipped the blow by inches and immediately straightened up to catch the challenger with a Hip Attack, alas she rose just a bit too soon as the Star Strider flowed from the wiffed strike into a gorgeous Enzuigiri that THWHACKED offa the Iowan's temple!

SECOND ATTEMPT ENZUIGIRI:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8Svr4S5aO4

Legs buckled by the precision shot, Cassava took a knee, then got right back to her feet when Burlingame snatched hold of one wrist in both hands and punished the aching limb with an Arm Wringer. Sensing her blonde was still off balance, Lily tacked on a second Arm Wringer for good measure, then took a giant step back and dropped her hips to send Onika into the strands with an Irish Wh—NO! Cass planted her heels once she reached the end of that tether, glommed onto a Wristlock of her own and yanked the former Lightweight Champion forward as hard as she could while simultaneously THAWHUMPING a wrecking ball Hip Check into the pit of her stomach!

The FAWNatics gasped along with the brunette as she was smashed to all fours by the cudgeling blow, though their sympathy quickly turned to giddy delight when Onika grabbed a double fistful of hair and hauled the other lightweight to boot-leather for the sole purpose thrusting her head between Burlingame's thighs! Hands cupping the backs of Lily's thighs just above her knees, Onika straightened up so that the heiress was draped down her southern slope like the world's most gravity-resistant backpack. “Enough of the appetizers.” Cassava huffed as she swung around to face the hard camera. “It's time we went straight to desseEEERRRROOOWWW!”

Now, Lily enjoyed dessert as much as anyone else, yet she wasn't presently in the mood for Cake, Upside Down or otherwise. Which was why she slipped her fingers into the leg-holes of Cassava's briefs and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked them up to reapply the wedgie the champ had so recently undone! Switching over to a Waistlock the instant she felt the grip on her legs relent, Burlingame tumbled onto her back and tugged Onika onto her-NOT SO FAST! Wedgie be damned, the Superfan put her hands on her knees and settled into a deep crouch to remain upright despite the best efforts of the Sunset Flip.

Eyes gleaming as she shot both hands down to grab hold of Burlingame's noggin, Cassava BWONKED the back of Lily's skull against the canvas like a basketball, then hopped up and kicked her legs forward to bring a low-flying Butt Bomb smashing down on the Maroon Meteor's ster—OR NOT! Lily slid forward at the last possible second, which Onika smashed down buns-first on thinly-sheathed plywood and not a cherry-scented crashpad! “Gaaaaahhhh!” Cassava groaned in obvious discomfort as she tried to rub the sharp twinge from her backside. “Don't you ever just stay in place for two sec--”

Already upright behind the stunned BMD battler, Burlingame took to the skies in a truncated hop that culminated in both boots THWHACKING against the base of Onika's skull! The blonde slumped to one side only to be tugged onto her back so the challenger could sit every bit of her hundred and ten pounds down on Cassava's upturned features. Cheek-to-cheek seal complete, the Roseate Rocket hunched forward and caught her foe's legs behind the knees so she could roll her into a tight Reverse Matchbook good for the...

ONE...

TWO...

THRNOOOO!

Cassava extended her reign and avenged an earlier slight in a single stroke by hoisting Lily's waistband by several inches with a retaliatory wedgie! “OOOWWW DAMMIT!” Burlingame grumbled as she scrambled away from the cover to restore her bottoms to a much more comfortable alignment. “Guess I had that coming, but that doesn't mean I have to be gracious about it.”

Onika offered no response so the heiress hauled her up by one wrist and deftly tenderized the Iowan's shoulder and elbow with yet another Arm Wring—CRAAACK! Cassava reared back with her free hand and smote the brunette with a scintillating Palm Strike that was nothing more than a classier Bitch Slap! Grabbing a Wristlock of her own as the brunette stumbled in fencepost holes, Onika hurled Lily at the strands and rushed after her only a few paces behind. Too stunned by the Slap to register Cass' presence on her heels, Burlingame turned her back to the strands and paid a high price for doing so when the Milk Chocolate Mauler hopped up and THWHUMPED her midsection with the sternest Hip Attack yet!

It was only the ropes that kept the Crimson Comet from taking off into the front row and even then she ended up sitting on the second strand with her arms hung limp over the top. She was still gasping for air when Cassava clamped down on a wrist and pulled her to a knock-kneed verticality. “I like this spunky, never say die thing you're doing, Lily.” the blonde huffed. “I do, really. But it's finally time you realized the BMD title is NEVER going around those narrow-ass hips of yours!”

Burlingame mumbled something insensible, but since it wasn't 'Why yes, I'd love some cake, please!' Cassava paid it no mind and hurled her toward the opposite side of the squared circle. The second verse was the same as the first, albeit even more emphatic as Onika's latest Hip Check did spill Lily through the strands and she would've tumbled to the floor if the Iowan hadn't caught hold of both knee-pads! Dragging the breathless brunette back into the ring with an effortful grunt, Cassava hooked an arm around the back of Burlingame's head and trudged/marched her out to the middle where she switched over to her third Wristlock in less than a minute. Shoving the Star Strider back with a rough shoulder, Onika stepped off, dropped a hip and yanked her forward full force. No Hip Check this time, the Superfan let loose and grabbed hold of her prey's biceps so she could shoot her straight into the lights for a Rydeen Bomb that'd leave the former Cherry Bomb exploded at the bottom of her very own crat—'OOOOOHHHH!' from the sold-out crowd at Red, White, & Bruised when Lily caught hold of Cassava's left wrist in both hands and clamped her legs around the champ's head! Just like that she popped her hips and ripped Onika loose of her moorings with a Hurricanrana that would've been impressive even if the heiress hadn't come down with her adversary caught in a Triangle Choke!

Holding onto Cassava's wrist for dear life, Burlingame slid forward so the fork of her crotch was snug against the blonde's chin and her thighs framed Onika's cheeks. Lurching from side to side as the Queen fought to buck her off, Lily glared at Craig and shouted, “Count her down, dammit!”

“I can't!” the ref answered at once. “That's a Schoolgirl Pin, not a Front Face S--”

“Oh for fuck's sake!” Burlingame SLAMMED Cassava's flailing arm down as hard as she could, then scooted forward and sat down on Onika's groaning visage. “Satisfied?” she barked to the zebra, who'd already dropped to one knee to count off...

ONE...

TWO...

THRENOOOOOOOO!

The Crimson Comet bounced up and scurried away, one hand pressed tight against her left cheek! “Biting?” she growled at a red-faced Cassava. “We're biting now?”

“Nuuuuhhhh... not against the rules, sweetness.” the Queen rasped as she clambered to boot-leather. “Besides, you put it in my face like that, you gotta know I'm gonna want a little NGH!”

Lily stepped forward and unleashed a low Roundhouse that curved around Onika's right hip to THWHACK off that glute! “A little's all you want, champ?” the brunette huffed. “There's plenty more where that came NGH!”

Cassava answered with a rump kick of her own, one that made Burlingame bare her teeth in pain. “Ain't got enough to stop me, baby!” Onika explained. “BMD is MY rules, you're just lucky I signed a waiver to get your scrawny ass a shoNGH!”

Lily kicked her again and snapped, “Stack the deck all you want, brat! It'll make it all sweeter when I NGH!”

Cassava tagged her with a harder kick. “Game's not rigged, you just don't have the right equipNGH!”

Lily's third kick was immediately returned by the Superfan, the time for talk falling by the wayside as the two proud grapplers hacked and swiped at one another until—Burlingame's left leg gave out and she collapsed to one knee where she was immediately hammered with a Hip Check to the dome!

STANDING HIP CHECK @ 00:03

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECBvuN9Bkjw

“You aren't ready, baby!” Cassava shouted over the roar of the crowd as she scraped Lily off the deck with a double handful of hair. “But you better GET READY, because dessert's headed your way!”

Switching over to a Wristlock to keep Craig from whining, the Milk Chocolate Mauler pointed Burlingame toward a corner, took a giant step back and sent her careening toward the buckles at an unsafe speed. Lily managed to turn around but that was about all the evasion she managed, meaning she was hanging limp and unsteady in the corner after BWUNGING spine-first against the buckles. The reverberation of her boots was still thrumming the canvas when Onika rushed in like a Tweet Seeking Missile, the BMD Queen showing off some serious ups when she took to the skies and whipped around in midair to slam those vaunted buns into—Burlingame pulled herself out of the way, leaving a startled Cassava to BWUNG butt-first into the top turnbuckle!

Mouth open in a silent wail as she stumbled along the ropes away from the corner, Onika was only vaguely aware that the Star Strider was running awayfrom her in the direction she was heading. This confusion didn't clear when Burlingame took leave of the canvas, indeed it looked like she was about to dive over the top rope, only she got her shoulders caught on the rubber-coated steel. Then she bounced backward, touched down and immediately went airborne to catch the champ's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Cacophonous roars from the crowd when Lily laid out flat and THAWHAMMED Cassava down flat on her face, chest and belly with a rebounding version of her big sister's Ace Crusher!

REBOUND ACE CRUSHER @ 00:07

www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXM3sXDVMAk

The Milk Chocolate Mauler flopped onto her back and Lily sat on her immediately, the challenger securing a weary Reverse Face Sit that blotted out Onika's distress. Too exhausted for any semblance of style, the Crimson Comet leaned down and pressed her hands to Cassava's knees to keep her down for the decisive...

ONE...

TWO...

THRNOOOOOOOO!

Aware of their position in the squared circle despite a pretty obvious handicap, Cassava hooked her right arm around the bottom rope and dragged herself under it to knock Lily off her perch a heartbeat before she tumbled off the edge and hit the floor. Back inside the ring, a disconsolate Burlingame rolled well away from the ropes and pounded a fist against the canvas before moving both hands to her tush in an effort to knead away the worst of those kick-induced aches. “Time to take this fight to the skies,” Burlingame powers off the canvas and heads to the farthest corner from Cassava, she’ll need some distance to build up speed. The second she spies Cassava in the FAWNtron picking herself off the floor, Lily becomes a blur of colour streaking across the ring.

Meanwhile, Cassava’s helping herself up with the aid of the ring skirt as she wills her vision to stop swimming. When she’s on steady enough feet Cassava pushes off the apron’s edge to get the lay of the land and say something clever Lily, only to become deer in the headlights as the Vermillion Velocity blazes toward her at top speed! A microsecond before hitting the ropes Lily curves her path to become parallel with the obstacle and backflips over the ropes! Her arched back sails over the top cable with the skill of Dick Fosberry at the High Jump before Lily’s rotation brings her taut abs colliding against Onika’s features and taking the Supercrashpad back to ground.



CHERRY DELIGHT

youtu.be/kTQrc26eo9M?t=72



Onika’s blasted to the floor and lies stunned in the crowd favourite position of face down/ass up while Lily lands more dignity in a wide-spread seat. She lets out a trilling “Wooo!” and raises a fist to the screaming crowd hyped up by her latest physics-defying antics, “I love doing that!” She tiredly but scraps the mauled Milk Chocolate wrestler off the floor and rolls her back into the Squared Circle. Lily planned to immediately slide in and cover Cassava chin to forehead in a Facesit, but the Superfan’s already shambling onto her fours on what Lily assumes is her last fumes of gas. “S’alright, “ Burlingame climbs onto the apron and grabs the top rope with both hands. “I could spend all weekend using her as a practice dummy.” Leaning back as far as the elasticity of the coated steel cable would allow, Burlingame slings herself over for a Flipping Senton, and gets caught by Cassava! Jolting up as soon as it was too late for Lily to stop, Cassava rushes in with a stooped posture that would have Cherry Bomb rolling off her back if Cassava didn’t grip her by the elbows. As the FAWNatics OOOHHH for the clever counter, The Superfan straightens up and stomps to the center of the ring with her agile quarry kicking and yelling while held above in a stall for a Crucifix Powerbomb.



Cassava tenses her glutes food a slam that will leave a Burlingame-shaped crater “This was fun, but all stars gotta go dark sometime.” The Superfan raises onto the tips of her toes for the echoing slam when Lily finds an opening in Cassava's grip. The Star Strider spins on her butt and ends up sitting on Onika's shoulders. She tries to adjust with an Electric Chair slam but Lily's too fast; the challenger whips herself down forcing the opposed duo to windmill. Cassava's neck and shoulders are planted on the deck with a Poisoned Rana that makes the audience moan in sympathy.



www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ptKEW8klA4



Lily seems to have a knack for leaving Cas groaning in a matchbook, something she’s happy to do over and over again till the bottom-heavy battler got the point. Lily swivels around and settles into a Front Facesit pin, which is unusual with the victim in this position but it’s hard to pass up the sight of The Superfan turned into a human chair. The brunette kneads Onika’s calves possessively as she shifts her hips in a figure-eight, grinding against Onika’s mug till she finds a secure seat, or at least that’s how she justifies it.



ONE!



TWO!!



TH-NOOO!!! Cassava’s legs snap around Lily’s waist before propels herself like a mousetrap, bolting into a straight-backed seat and slapping Lily’s shoulders to the mat. Cassava would’ve loved to stack the deck with another imaginary three-count but she’s too brain-addled from the Rana to hold the slippery Star Strider down. Lily swiftly rolls onto a knee in front of the woozy champion and paintbrushes her cheek out of frustration, Cassava’s head whips to the side and turns back with an angry how-could-you? expression with a hand on her welt. Since the first slap did so well waking her up, Lily turns her other cheek with a cracking backhand and gets a satisfying and whiny “Ooow!” from the dyed blonde.



She grabs the hand Cassava’s using to tend to her first-slapped cheek and uses it to drag the BMD champ to verticality, “Oh good, you’re up.” Lily’s showing some of her older sister’s mannerisms and attitude as the match goes on, spurring hopes in her fans that there might be a chance of rain post-match. Lily takes the pilfered limb with both hands and hurtles Cassava to a corner with an Irish Whip so strong she falls over in the attempt; Cas rockets to the leather-bound buckles not of her own will and crashes into them, her natural airbags providing no cushioning for the bone-rattling collision that leaves her breathless. She throws her arms over the top caples to stay upright and moans pitifully from the waves of agony emitting from her chest. Lily rises into a runner’s crouch briefly before shooting off the canvas into a sprint, let’s if those cakes can take a Splash at top speed without… ‘shit, I’m running out of cake quips.’ thinks Lily as she runs.



The Roseate Rocket streaks across the pale expanse of the Squared Circle to her unsuspecting target, and finds herself strangled by Onika’s legs! Moments before splashdown Onika grabs the top ropes and kicks her strong stems out, closing them on Burlingame’s throat like the jaws of an alligator. Crossing her ankles for extra crushing power, The Mauler’s deceptively plush legs relief into startling definition in a bid to behead the challenger by sheer force alone. Cassava looks over her shoulder to see Lily’s bulging eyes and her creamy skin starting to take the hue of her moniker. Cassava gives a snarl of a smile, “I want you to know there’s nothing vindictive about my offence, that fact that that that this move will be clipped up on r/FAWNHumiltion is just an inevitability!”



Lily smacks and scratches at steel disguised as human legs at her neck and gurgles something undecipherable, but Cas can tell she said something untoward and ramps up the power in her Scissors. A shiver runs through Lily’s body and her tongue slips out from between her lips. It’s the signal The Superfan was waiting for: Cassava performs a suspended squat and brings her knees up, forcing Burlingame’s face and tongue up against her undercarriage!



HIP ATTACK 938

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A raucous, lewdful cheer reaches the heavens as The Woman of 1000 Hip Attacks unleashes a smothering maneuver from DEEP in her arsenal, speaking of…



“Yeah! That’s it! Eat it! Get a taste!”



Cassava twerked, rolled and ground against Lily’s unwilling face in an unpredictable but enticing rhythm while the suffocating challenger gets a thorough testing tour of the champion’s BMDs. Lily sputters and garbles protests against the neverending wave of ass Cassava throws against her, she beats fists and palms against the Sri Lankan’s thicc cheeks but there’s no escape for the Crimson Comet. Lily endures a LOOOOOONG ten seconds before Cas uncrosses her ankles and mulekicks Lily in the chest to deplunge the greasy-faced challenger from her depths.



Lily's blown into a tumble and ends up on her ass, half-blind from Cassava's perspiration in her eyes and the flavour of The Superfan's shorts on her tongue. She gets off the canvas eager to toss the far-assed champ all over this ring. "Can you do anything else besides throwing your Mmpergh!"



Lily takes a medicine ball to the face in the form of Onika's tensed glutes after The BMD launches from the top buckle with a Missile Hip Attack(15), again blasting the less-endowed fighter off her heels.



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Onika falls with a bit more grace onto what her mama gave her, and Kips Up while the mat’s still vibrating. She points a finger at down Lily still shaking off the bootying, “Of course, I can. I just don’t need to!” Lily's eyes turn dark at the silent ‘to beat you’ at the end of Onika’s sentence and performs a technically better Kip Up to stand on equal footing with the impertinent and sets her tits ablaze with a Knife-Edge Chop, “Let’s see about that!”



Grimacing and giving her gurls a tender squeeze, Cassava points her shoulder returns a volley at Burlingame that the brunette easily ducks under, The Star Strider’s in a pain-giving mood and doesn’t need to prove anything to this Frenemy. Swivelling her hips for extra power, Burlingame Chops with big twisting swings that turns Cassava’s eyes teary and backs her up a step with each resonating Crack!. The Mauler’s poor mounds are thrashed with five breast-bruising shots in a row before Lily changes and plants her right leg for a Bicycle Kick.



“Gahh!”



Her usually strong stem buckles as she raises her left leg, Lily’s right hip took a pounding from Cassava’s stiff roundhouse kicks in their exchange from earlier and can’t support the entirety of the Crimson Comet’s weight. Cassava’s Karate training shows dividends when she least expects it; Lily catches herself before she falls, ending up in a wide stance easy pickings for Cassava to jam a toekick into Lily’s gut doubling her over. The Superfan takes her head in a Front facelock and puts Burlingame’s arm over her neck and slips her fingers up through one of the brunette’s legholes for a secure grip around the waistband. Hiking those togs into a glaring half-wedgie, Cassava hauls Burlingame to 12 O’Clock and keeps her there. The FAWatics get excited thinking Cas is emulating her other hero, Emily West, and they’re right! Cassava keeps Lily elevated and the blood rushing to her head as the seconds tick by, marked by the counting of the fans. Mixed in with the counting arr lecherous hollers and whistles incited by The Superfan adding some of her own jazz to the move by twerking those highly trained cheeks in time with the crowd.



ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!



On the universally accepted lucky number, Cassava drops back and drives Lily’s skull into the sheathed plywood like the final nail in the challenger’s coffin.



GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT: CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE

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The crashed Comet flops belly to the sky with her eyes rolled up, devastated by The Black Queen's signature maneuver. Cassava on her like a lioness on an antelope but she's not going for the pin. Thanks to Lily's masterful submission work she got the lifelong YouTuber to submit, earning her a hefty five-count to be pinned. So, Cassava needs to add an exclamation point! Dragging her jelly-limbed adversary off the mat with some difficulty, The Buns of Mass Destruction champion dips her head between Lily’s legs, grabs her around the knees and straightens up. With the possibly concussed heiress draped down her back, Cassava rearranges her grasp on Lily’s legs from underhand to overhand while the second rush of blood to her aching head in the span of seconds brings Lily back to partial awakeness. She moans and blinks her frowning eyes like she dealing with a hangover, Burlingame’s vision clears enough to realize her face is millimeters away from Cassava’s God-given, spankable weapon. Her arms jerk trying to make sense of the confusing fight or flight signals her busted brain is sending, Lily’s quavering voice protests “Noo-!”



If Onika heard the plea she didn’t acknowledge it. The merciless Milk Chocolate Mauler drops onto her haunches, hammering Lily’s scalp into the mat with their combined weight via her signature Axe Guillotine Driver.



UPSIDE DOWN CAKE

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Onika feels a familiar and very welcome shiver run through Lily’s body before the grounded angel goes slack against her. She lets go of Lily’s stems letting the conquered challenger sag to the canvas, the slight bump releasing a sigh of a breath between the brunette’s parted lips. Onika, with a contented smile on her face, scoots her patoot over Bulingame’s mouth and nose. She looks over at Referee Long as she interlocks her fingers with those of her living seat and waggles her hips to rub in, and on, her superiority to Lily, “Your time to shine, All Night.”



Craig takes the nickname in stride this time and puts palm to mat. Knowing there was a camera behind her, Cassava claps her cheeks in time with the zebra’s count.



ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!





FOUR!!!!



FIVE!!!!!



“Your winner…. and still Buns of Mass Destruction Champion, Cassava Onika!!”



The unbeaten champion chooses not to make a meal of her challenger and rises off Lily’s snoozing face the moment the announcer proclaims her victory, “Better luck next time, little Lil.” Cassava happily takes her chmpionship from Ref. Craig and gets her hand raised to the ovation of her loyal compatriots in the Kylie Corps. After a brief basking in the glow of it, she gets a thoughtful look in her eye and skips back to the twice-busted Burlingame and stands over her as she clasps on the belt, “Hey. No hard feelings, right? Just some between-the-ropes shenanigans, and friendly trash talk.”



Lily’s only answer was the rolled-up eyes and a groan escaping from her slightly drooling mouth. “Ughhhhh….”



Cas snaps a finger gun down in response, “That’s right! We’re all good. Next drink’s on me.” She picks up one of Lily’s lifeless hands and puppets through a very intricate handshake, ending with a dap of their knuckles.



“See ya in the showers!”