Post by boobytrap on Aug 19, 2018 23:18:15 GMT
“Oh my God, I’m here. This is happening.” Standing in front of FAWN Headquarters and Performance Center, the reality of the situation sunk in to Cassava Onika. Smoothing out her new dress, she took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn’t have to wrestle someone before she signed her contract.
Being a wrestling fan since she was a toddler, FAWN has been her focus for most of her life. Always wearing some form of merchandise, going to every live event she could afford and sitting as close of possible, and cheering her heart out for the amazon warriors doing battle in the ring. As a young girl she started a website that connected to all her social media channels to review/react/interact to all things FAWN. Organising fan events, walkthroughs of videogames, and interviews with up and coming indy wresters. With her outgoing and friendly personality (and in later years, hourglass figure) she quickly became one of the more popular personality’s in the wrestling world, her quick rise to stardom started to really get momentum when she made a video series of her path to be a real pro wrestler. It seems like it was only a sports montage later before she was on the precipice of the biggest moment of her life.
Should I make a video for my followers or would that be too tacky? Pondered Oinka, lightly biting her bottom lip. Deciding she needed to give her fans something for all their support, she took a selfie to be posted later. Steeling herself, she walked into building trying to exude the vibe that she belonged there and tried not to descend into fangirl screams. Inside, the administration confirmed her appointment and was directed to take the elevator to the top floor. Stepping inside the compartment, Cassava just pressed the button for her floor when she was stopped by voice with a charming accent.
“Hold the lift please!” Sliding in before the doors shut was the British Bombshell, Shea London.
Dressed in a plain but attractive black and grey sports bra and yoga pants combination, Shea was covered in the fresh perspiration of a just finished workout. Smiling at the dumbstruck Cassava, London pressed the button for the floor below Bethany’s office, putting in her headphones, she resumed her routine of watching The Crown while working the treadmill and/or Stair-master. Cassava (who had finally closed her mouth) backed up against the wall and stared at the wrestling legend, future hall of famer and real-life version of the large stuffed toy she ordered on Etsy.
Oh my warrior goddess, it SHEA LONDON!! Mentally screamed Cassava, she did not expect to run into one of her lifelong idols within five minutes of her being in the building. I need to do it, I can’t stop myself. Onika sidled behind the blonde and closed her eyes, then took a deep sniff of moist hair, breathing in her scent. It’s like glory, nobility, and a lifelong supportive friendship between women. Thankfully Shea was too engrossed in the drama playing on her phone to notice Onika’s moment of creepiness; reaching her floor Shea stepped out of the elevator, but not before Cassava took out her phone and a got a quick vid of London’s glistening form with a close up of her ass as she left.
“My followers would kill to see this… but Shea wouldn’t like that. I don’t want to come off like a stalker before we talk for the first time, and then if all goes well we become best friends who travel the country solving mysteries.”
Hitting her desired floor, Onika steps out to meet her destiny. Taking a moment to roll her shoulders with fists at ready, she built herself up in her head before taking the meeting that seals her fate. She was ready, she willing, she was a bad-ass bit-
“Ms. Onika, you’re early.”
The statuesque commissioner of FAWN stood to the left of the elevator, coming back from an early lunch and interrupting an embarrassed Cassava’s psych up session. Dressed in a grey pinstripe suite, with a skirt that showcased her sculpted legs, Bethany was every bit the Boss Bitch that Cassava wrote into multiple fanfics. Christian stepped toward the red-faced fighter and placed a hand at the small of her back, urging her forward toward her office. Cassava tried to rally and salvage her first impression as they walked.
“Well I didn’t want to risk traffic making me late, and I know you’re busy, and…” as Cassava rambled, Bethany’s eyes were locked on to Onika’s lightly swinging hips. Imagining what the fans will pay for to get within groping distance of it. Her... Her, my employees are people. Remember the meeting we had with HR, thought Bethany.
The office itself was not to cluttered but everything was of the highest quality, an expensive looking monitor sat on top of a handmade Italian desk, a couple of large potted plants by awning windows that let natural light fill the room. On the adjacent wall were a couple of surprisingly fancy file cabinets, above which were…
“Good goddess” Cassava whispered, eyes wide in awe. On the wall was a large frame filling most of the wall. Inside which was a series of photos the once beloved Kylie Sanders, each having her in a state of… well distress would be an understatement. Each one had her either stripped, unconscious, begging, sexually manipulated, or some combination of which. It was a display of domination that most likely served Bethany well during contract negotiations, in moments Cassava had goosebumps covering her body, and her heart pounding in her chest.
“Quite the display isn’t it” Bethany boasted, placing an arm over Oinka’s shoulders. “I had it made so on stressful days I can look at it and remember the good times.”
Christian passed her tongue through her lips as if remembering a particularly delicious dessert from last night. “Kylie was your favorite wrestler, right?”
The shorter brunette didn’t look at the commissioner as she answered, eyes glued to the vision of domination. “She’s the greatest wrestler of all time” answered Cassava stating her opinion like it was the fundamental base of the universe. Bethany raised an eyebrow at that statement but chose not to protest, wanting to keep her fighter happy… at least until she could make money putting her through the wringer.
Cassava’s face contorted from awe to confusion. She could see the exact place and time each of those shots were taken, except for the one in the center. It was slightly larger than the others; it depicted an underwear clad Sanders on her hands and knees, looking up with a defiant glare but with tears in her eyes. Lips pressed to a Giuseppe Zanotti high heeled shoe being worn by a familiar foot.
“Is that you?” asked Cassava finally tearing her eyes away from the wall to look at the taller brunette. Bethany let a coy smile creep across her features.
“Good eye, that took place right here in this office.” She pointed at a spot on the cream carpeting in front of her desk. Cassava had to fight the urge not fall to her knees and run her hands threw the shag, seeing any remains of Kylie’s spirit was still there.
“Remember when Kristy first went heel?” Bethany quizzed. “After a bit, she started putting people in the hospital; which I don’t mind on occasion, it keeps the rest on their toes. But that many that fast hurts my wallet,” she explained with a lilt in her voice and a tip of her head. “I was about to send that Minnesota maniac to the unemployment line when her cousin came through the door, asking me to give her the chance to set her straight.”
At that point Bethany did a slow model model’s strut to her desk, turned and sat on the edge. This time she spoke slowly and sensually.
“So to keep her crazy cousin on the payroll, Kylie had to promise me she’d do anything I’d say. To prove that, I had her strip her clothes off in front of me,” Bethany put some emphasis on the word ‘strip’ noticing Oinka’s increased breathing, “then get on hands and knees and lick. My. Shoes. Clean. The kissing she did on her own,”
Bethany put a hand through her hair and closed her eyes, reliving the moment in her head. “At that point she knew who wears the strap-on in this relationship. She didn’t realize I was recording the whole affair. I may release it online if she ever gets the World title again… or for her birthday, whichever comes first.”
Bethany opened her eyes to make sure Cassava was still enthralled, and she was. Face reddening, her bosom threatening to burst from its confines as her panting was at a noticeable point, nipples tenting the fabric.
“I also got her to sign a lucrative new multimedia and merchandising contract. She has and will make quite a bit of money from a wave of merchandise and media appearances that I had 100% creative control over.”
That revelation broke Cassava out of her lustful fervor, “the wave of weird Kylie merchandise!” she gasped “I’m planning to start a reaction series for that stuff this month!”
‘isn’t that a coincidence,” Bethany smiled. “We always liked the free publicity you gave our products. Anything you showed got a spike in sales. We put in a little bonus in your contract as a thank you. On that note; let’s get to the reason we’re here.”
Onika and her lawyer already looked over her contract in great detail and were pleased with it. This meeting was for Bethany to get a ‘feel’ of her to figure out how to use her going forward, and to lay Bethany’s plans for her in the short term.
“Normally, we send a rookie to the Jungle to hone her skills before putting her in the big leagues; but given your already large and influential fanbase, we feel that would be a waste. Not too mention your success in the indies the past year and a half.”
Cassava was beaming, “Thank you so much. Not that I wouldn’t have minded going to the Jungle. Those girls can bang. But I’m so happy to get right to good stuff.”
“I know you are, but I can’t have people grumbling about you cutting in line. So, your first few matches won’t be televised, they’ll be dark matches against some special talent that aren’t on the roster right now. Some old favorites that’ll put asses in the seats.”
For Cassava this wasn’t a provision, as much as a neat twist, “I love it, I might be able to scratch a few names off my wrestling bucket list.” Bethany at this point was starting to get a little charmed at Onika’s wonder for the wrestling business.
“Good. I’ll send you a list of your first three opponents later today. Before you leave, familiarize yourself with our Performance Center. You want to be in top shape for you first match.”
Cassava thanked Bethany one last time before exiting her office with a big smile on her face… until that door closed. Then the grin fell off her face as if pushed off a cliff; leaving behind a cold, dead face. Showing no emotion, she turned to stare at the closed door, a whisper came from her lips that if anyone heard it, would have chilled their blood.
“One day I will make you pay everything you’ve done to Kylie Sanders.”
Being a wrestling fan since she was a toddler, FAWN has been her focus for most of her life. Always wearing some form of merchandise, going to every live event she could afford and sitting as close of possible, and cheering her heart out for the amazon warriors doing battle in the ring. As a young girl she started a website that connected to all her social media channels to review/react/interact to all things FAWN. Organising fan events, walkthroughs of videogames, and interviews with up and coming indy wresters. With her outgoing and friendly personality (and in later years, hourglass figure) she quickly became one of the more popular personality’s in the wrestling world, her quick rise to stardom started to really get momentum when she made a video series of her path to be a real pro wrestler. It seems like it was only a sports montage later before she was on the precipice of the biggest moment of her life.
Should I make a video for my followers or would that be too tacky? Pondered Oinka, lightly biting her bottom lip. Deciding she needed to give her fans something for all their support, she took a selfie to be posted later. Steeling herself, she walked into building trying to exude the vibe that she belonged there and tried not to descend into fangirl screams. Inside, the administration confirmed her appointment and was directed to take the elevator to the top floor. Stepping inside the compartment, Cassava just pressed the button for her floor when she was stopped by voice with a charming accent.
“Hold the lift please!” Sliding in before the doors shut was the British Bombshell, Shea London.
Dressed in a plain but attractive black and grey sports bra and yoga pants combination, Shea was covered in the fresh perspiration of a just finished workout. Smiling at the dumbstruck Cassava, London pressed the button for the floor below Bethany’s office, putting in her headphones, she resumed her routine of watching The Crown while working the treadmill and/or Stair-master. Cassava (who had finally closed her mouth) backed up against the wall and stared at the wrestling legend, future hall of famer and real-life version of the large stuffed toy she ordered on Etsy.
Oh my warrior goddess, it SHEA LONDON!! Mentally screamed Cassava, she did not expect to run into one of her lifelong idols within five minutes of her being in the building. I need to do it, I can’t stop myself. Onika sidled behind the blonde and closed her eyes, then took a deep sniff of moist hair, breathing in her scent. It’s like glory, nobility, and a lifelong supportive friendship between women. Thankfully Shea was too engrossed in the drama playing on her phone to notice Onika’s moment of creepiness; reaching her floor Shea stepped out of the elevator, but not before Cassava took out her phone and a got a quick vid of London’s glistening form with a close up of her ass as she left.
“My followers would kill to see this… but Shea wouldn’t like that. I don’t want to come off like a stalker before we talk for the first time, and then if all goes well we become best friends who travel the country solving mysteries.”
Hitting her desired floor, Onika steps out to meet her destiny. Taking a moment to roll her shoulders with fists at ready, she built herself up in her head before taking the meeting that seals her fate. She was ready, she willing, she was a bad-ass bit-
“Ms. Onika, you’re early.”
The statuesque commissioner of FAWN stood to the left of the elevator, coming back from an early lunch and interrupting an embarrassed Cassava’s psych up session. Dressed in a grey pinstripe suite, with a skirt that showcased her sculpted legs, Bethany was every bit the Boss Bitch that Cassava wrote into multiple fanfics. Christian stepped toward the red-faced fighter and placed a hand at the small of her back, urging her forward toward her office. Cassava tried to rally and salvage her first impression as they walked.
“Well I didn’t want to risk traffic making me late, and I know you’re busy, and…” as Cassava rambled, Bethany’s eyes were locked on to Onika’s lightly swinging hips. Imagining what the fans will pay for to get within groping distance of it. Her... Her, my employees are people. Remember the meeting we had with HR, thought Bethany.
The office itself was not to cluttered but everything was of the highest quality, an expensive looking monitor sat on top of a handmade Italian desk, a couple of large potted plants by awning windows that let natural light fill the room. On the adjacent wall were a couple of surprisingly fancy file cabinets, above which were…
“Good goddess” Cassava whispered, eyes wide in awe. On the wall was a large frame filling most of the wall. Inside which was a series of photos the once beloved Kylie Sanders, each having her in a state of… well distress would be an understatement. Each one had her either stripped, unconscious, begging, sexually manipulated, or some combination of which. It was a display of domination that most likely served Bethany well during contract negotiations, in moments Cassava had goosebumps covering her body, and her heart pounding in her chest.
“Quite the display isn’t it” Bethany boasted, placing an arm over Oinka’s shoulders. “I had it made so on stressful days I can look at it and remember the good times.”
Christian passed her tongue through her lips as if remembering a particularly delicious dessert from last night. “Kylie was your favorite wrestler, right?”
The shorter brunette didn’t look at the commissioner as she answered, eyes glued to the vision of domination. “She’s the greatest wrestler of all time” answered Cassava stating her opinion like it was the fundamental base of the universe. Bethany raised an eyebrow at that statement but chose not to protest, wanting to keep her fighter happy… at least until she could make money putting her through the wringer.
Cassava’s face contorted from awe to confusion. She could see the exact place and time each of those shots were taken, except for the one in the center. It was slightly larger than the others; it depicted an underwear clad Sanders on her hands and knees, looking up with a defiant glare but with tears in her eyes. Lips pressed to a Giuseppe Zanotti high heeled shoe being worn by a familiar foot.
“Is that you?” asked Cassava finally tearing her eyes away from the wall to look at the taller brunette. Bethany let a coy smile creep across her features.
“Good eye, that took place right here in this office.” She pointed at a spot on the cream carpeting in front of her desk. Cassava had to fight the urge not fall to her knees and run her hands threw the shag, seeing any remains of Kylie’s spirit was still there.
“Remember when Kristy first went heel?” Bethany quizzed. “After a bit, she started putting people in the hospital; which I don’t mind on occasion, it keeps the rest on their toes. But that many that fast hurts my wallet,” she explained with a lilt in her voice and a tip of her head. “I was about to send that Minnesota maniac to the unemployment line when her cousin came through the door, asking me to give her the chance to set her straight.”
At that point Bethany did a slow model model’s strut to her desk, turned and sat on the edge. This time she spoke slowly and sensually.
“So to keep her crazy cousin on the payroll, Kylie had to promise me she’d do anything I’d say. To prove that, I had her strip her clothes off in front of me,” Bethany put some emphasis on the word ‘strip’ noticing Oinka’s increased breathing, “then get on hands and knees and lick. My. Shoes. Clean. The kissing she did on her own,”
Bethany put a hand through her hair and closed her eyes, reliving the moment in her head. “At that point she knew who wears the strap-on in this relationship. She didn’t realize I was recording the whole affair. I may release it online if she ever gets the World title again… or for her birthday, whichever comes first.”
Bethany opened her eyes to make sure Cassava was still enthralled, and she was. Face reddening, her bosom threatening to burst from its confines as her panting was at a noticeable point, nipples tenting the fabric.
“I also got her to sign a lucrative new multimedia and merchandising contract. She has and will make quite a bit of money from a wave of merchandise and media appearances that I had 100% creative control over.”
That revelation broke Cassava out of her lustful fervor, “the wave of weird Kylie merchandise!” she gasped “I’m planning to start a reaction series for that stuff this month!”
‘isn’t that a coincidence,” Bethany smiled. “We always liked the free publicity you gave our products. Anything you showed got a spike in sales. We put in a little bonus in your contract as a thank you. On that note; let’s get to the reason we’re here.”
Onika and her lawyer already looked over her contract in great detail and were pleased with it. This meeting was for Bethany to get a ‘feel’ of her to figure out how to use her going forward, and to lay Bethany’s plans for her in the short term.
“Normally, we send a rookie to the Jungle to hone her skills before putting her in the big leagues; but given your already large and influential fanbase, we feel that would be a waste. Not too mention your success in the indies the past year and a half.”
Cassava was beaming, “Thank you so much. Not that I wouldn’t have minded going to the Jungle. Those girls can bang. But I’m so happy to get right to good stuff.”
“I know you are, but I can’t have people grumbling about you cutting in line. So, your first few matches won’t be televised, they’ll be dark matches against some special talent that aren’t on the roster right now. Some old favorites that’ll put asses in the seats.”
For Cassava this wasn’t a provision, as much as a neat twist, “I love it, I might be able to scratch a few names off my wrestling bucket list.” Bethany at this point was starting to get a little charmed at Onika’s wonder for the wrestling business.
“Good. I’ll send you a list of your first three opponents later today. Before you leave, familiarize yourself with our Performance Center. You want to be in top shape for you first match.”
Cassava thanked Bethany one last time before exiting her office with a big smile on her face… until that door closed. Then the grin fell off her face as if pushed off a cliff; leaving behind a cold, dead face. Showing no emotion, she turned to stare at the closed door, a whisper came from her lips that if anyone heard it, would have chilled their blood.
“One day I will make you pay everything you’ve done to Kylie Sanders.”