Post by boobytrap on Sept 25, 2018 0:02:47 GMT
The stands filled were filled for this week’s house show, the crowd was abuzz with anticipation (and some pre-party beers) when the opening beats of Adam Warrock’s Kickpunch started to fill the air. The people popped loud for the theme despite it only being played once before in a FAWN event, the star it accompanied already had a devoted following.
Stepping through the curtain was a short but curvaceous Black woman, playfully dancing along with the music with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the newcomer; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA was at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric, keeping her C Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). Dangling from an empty belt loop on the left side is a gold Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. She chose 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 put her back to the audience, showcasing an ass that would make LaKeisha Bates self conscious. Doing a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling audience, fans saw that Onika had airbrushed the face of her opponent The Amazing Emma on the back of her shorts. One on each cheek, they bounced and jiggled. At one point, Cassava dipped low and made the twin magicians ‘kiss’ to a suddenly roaring audience, before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing at 5 feet and 2 inches tall, weighing in at 125lbs, the woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!!”
Slipping into the ring under the bottom rope, Cassava shadow boxed a bit to warm up and pulled against the ropes, getting a sense of their elasticity while waiting for her opponent. Cassava’s music faded away and a drumroll played through the speakers, but the entrance screen was blank setting the fans and Cassava on edge. Taking the snare drum as a cue, the announcer read a card given to him by the next wrestler.
“From West Newbury, Massachusetts, standing at 5 feet, 11 inches tall, weighing in at 155lbs, The Mistress of Magic, The Good Witch of the West, THE Amazing Emma!!”
BOOM!!!
Several smoke bombs exploded in the ring spewing miniature mushroom clouds of every color of the rainbow. As the fog dissipated, it revealed Emma herself; standing tall, her arms in a triumphant V with a beaming smile on her face. She was clad in a black busier, a matching thong with black boots, she seemed more prepared for a night of passion, rather than magic. A top hat placed at a jaunty angle crowned her beautiful red hair that cascaded past her shoulders, or would have, if not for the black velvet cape tied around her neck.
The fans were going nuts for the former FAWN hopeful turned Japanese wrestling legend; Cassava was marking out a bit herself having kept track her career since leaving FAWN 2, tonight’s referee for the match Al Carpenter was more concerned with the rainbow fog setting off the smoke alarms. With a practiced flourish Emma whipped off her cape; clearing the ring her entrance’s colorful miasma, handing it over to a ring attendant, she then took off her hat. Before passing it on she lightly patted the top of the hat, releasing several doves into the air and one rabbit, who scampered off and settled on the timekeepers table. The bell hasn’t even rung yet and the in-ring antics are already getting the crowd roaring.
The two beauties met in the middle of the ring, so Al can go over the rules of the match; being the smaller wrestler by nearly a foot, Onika had to crane her neck to look the confident redhead in eye, even that had to be done through gap of prominent and shapely breasts!
Clearly, going for the head won’t be a sound strategy this match thought Cassava. Before they stepped away to their respective corners Cassava shyly asked for the magician’s autograph.
Used to this sort of attention from her work in squared circle and the stage took the request in stride.
“Sure, but after the match. I can’t hurt someone I just gave my name to, it’s magician’s code,” she said with a wink. After they separate Al give Emma a fast pat down for foreign objects, then he heads over to Onika to do the same.
Cassava holds out her arms and Al gives them a quick check, then gets down on one knee to make sure nothing’s hidden on her legs. As soon as Al’s knee hits the canvas, Onika spins, grabs the ropes, leans forward to thrust her jaw-dropping rear end in the face of the startled official.
“Really?” asks an incredulous Carpenter, ignoring the fratboy like encouragements from the FAWNATICS. Cassava gives her head a tilt and gives her ass a shimmy. “Go, on; Finish your check.”
The audience’s teasing rise in volume in tandem to Al’s inching hands. Closer… CLOSER… ALMOST… his hands flit down to tap Cassava’s legs and ankles like the wings of a humming bird and then he swiftly backs away. The crowd gives a disappointed groan (mostly in jest) and Cassava gives a cute pout, then shrugs and assumes the standard ready position for the match.
The bell rings and the women leave their corners, The Amazing Emma walks straight out at a confident pace with arms ready for tie up, not too concerned with the Social Media Wonder. They clash in the center of the canvas; Emma having to lean down a bit to engage Onika in an Elbow and Collar Tie Up, normally her size allows her to blow over most opponents almost effortlessly, but Cassava is deceptively strong for her size, like a cocoa Chrissy Daniels.
Still, Emma had physics on her size, and was slowly backing Cassava to the ropes. The shorter grappler bore down and tired to reverse the flow, forcing them into a stalemate. They stayed in that position for a few seconds till Emma slipped off to the side, letting Cassava’s momentum carry her forward a few bumbling steps. Struggling not to fall on her face she managed to turn do a shaky pirouette to face The Amazing Emma who, had somehow gotten a hold of Onika’s bra!
Holding it in the air taut like a title belt, the crowd popped huge for the sexy slight of hand. Quickly turning to all sides of the arena, she gave a saucy wink to Cassava before slingshotting it into the stands where it disappeared in a sea of ravenous hands. A bewildered Cassava gave her chest a few testing squeezes… before applauding and nodding her head in amazement! Far more impressed with the magic trick than with than her modesty, Onika’s fangirl tendencies saved her from Emma’s psychological warfare.
A raised eyebrow was the most surprise Emma allowed to show on her face as she went for another tie up. The two clashed horns again, they strained for control for 10 seconds when Cassava’s force was used against her once more: nearly forced into a somersault as the Good Witch played matador yet again, this time waving Onika’s black Kylie Corps brand Thong to the screaming masses! Giving Cassava another wink, she slingshotted it into the open mouth of a young woman screaming support for Milk Chocolate Mauler, causing her to gag, then jump and down in happiness.
Cassava watched this all unfold with a shocked expression, lightly feeling around her waistline to confirm her skimpy underthings had, again, magically disappeared. She then turned and started hurriedly paced the circumference of her half of the ring. A small burst of smugness began to blossom in Emma, her strategy finally taking root, but that feeling turned out to be immature as Cassava started to bounce on her feet and speaking excitedly. Her palms inches away her head as to catch the debris from her exploding mind.
“Oh my god, you are mindfreaking me right now!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oLuxhYO5cw&index=28&t=55s&list=LLoWzLXGoosFkATmMtY9VgFw 00:53
Emma hid her frustration with a smile and a curtsie, the multitudes having a laugh at the wrestlers’ unusual chemistry. Emma clutched Cassava in one last tie-up, planning to drop the magic and dispense with the ass-kicking, starting with a series of power moves. Cassava wasn’t on the same page however. Taking Emma by surprise, she played the role of matador, letting Emma barrel forward, bisecting her breasts on the top rope. Behind her, Cassava was waving her back-up thong to the audience!
With her mouth hanging open in a gobsmacked expression, she watched as Cassava hooped and hollered to the fans. It was a semi-well-known fact that Emma wore a smaller thong under her ring attire as a latch ditch effort to avoid being stripped naked in ring. So not only did Cassava steal her trick, she did it better!
“I went to magic camp a couple of times when I was a kid,” Onika explained cheekily, before ‘snapping” the undergarment to a heavyset Indian fan in the eighth row.
“… Well, you clearly have the knack for it!” Her grudging compliment turned into a grunt as Emma tried to take Cassava by surprise with a clothesline, only for Cassava to duck and race to ropes behind her. Recoiling off the strands Cassava connects with a shoulder block, only to push the taller woman back a half step.
Emma waved her arm at the ropes to her right, a challenge for Onika to try again. One she took with gusto! Nearly leaving an afterimage Cassava broke into a full sprint before hitting the ropes with her back and charging at Emma with another shoulder block, connecting with a loud ‘Smack!’ but the witch never leaving her feet, merely sent a couple steps back. The Mistress of Magic hunched over slightly and a flexed her arms toward each other, playing for the crowd and taunting her tiny foe. Cassava gave a cute grumble in response and set off for the ropes on Emma’s left, moving like a recast Barry Allen. Nearly tearing the ropes off the buckles with her impact, Onika shoots back to an unconcerned Emma… who became very concerned when Cassava turned her back at the last second BROKE her in half with a running hip attack! (hip attack 14)
RUNNING HIP ATTACK
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The force of the blow took Emma off her feet and into an ungraceful backwards somersault, landing on her stomach. She jumped to her feet to counterattack just to be hit by a kick to the navel, doubling her over and driving out whatever wind she just got back in her body. Cassava steps over her head and snagging Emma’s arms, Cassava’s ass forcing the witch’s chin into her cleavage. Onika drops to her knees, the full weight of her body SLAMMING Emma’s face to the mat. (hip attack 683, also known as the Kiss Canvas Bitch by Lakeisha Bates)
Onika spins on one knee and flips the splattered Emma onto her back and lies across her chest for a crossbody pin.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Just as Al Carpenter’s hand hit the canvas for “2” Emma shoved the café-au-lait colored woman off with authority and rose to one knee. A little miffed bit not deterred, Cassava collected the magician in a front face lock and slipped her hands into a thong strand for a suplex.
Onika popped her considerable hips for the lift but Emma tensed her body and bore down, thwarting the attempt. Cass cinched her headlock tighter and tried again but was stopped by a stiff punch to the sternum, two more loosened Onika’s grip enough for Emma to slip out and impale her with a kneelift. The redhead then slipped behind her, dipped, and hoisted her up on her shoulders with an arm between her legs and one hand on Cassava’s chin.
Angry at being shown up a rookie, the magician put all her strength in that torture rack hold, coaxing groans and bitten back screams from her squirming burden. Numerous times Emma rose to her tip toes and dropped down, jarring Cassava’s spine against her shoulders and making her emit some high-pitched yelps but would only shake her head at the official bids for a submission.
Emma switched from a torture rack to a military press, raising Cassava high above her head; she did a quick lap around the ring, showing off her power to the audience and re-establishing “who’s the main-eventer here?” before slamming Onika on her knee for a backbreaker!
Cassava’s draped over Emma’s knee, in a boneless ‘n’ just shuddering after taking Emma’s famed Backbacker. Emma flashes a double biceps pose at the masses then patting Cassava’s stomach dismissively before shoving her off onto the floor in a heap. Going to her knees beside the downed Cassava, The Amazing Emma pulls her to lie on her back and applies her patented Stomach Claw known as ‘The Convincer.’
With her right-hand tearing into Onika’s abdominals and the left holding her wrist, the Good Witch put all her weight into that Claw. After trying unsuccessfully to remove the invading hands, Cassava was reduced to ineffectual slapping at the redhead’s arms and pulling at her own hair to alleviate the pain of Emma chewing up her midsection.
1!
2!
KICKOUT
Al Carpenter doing his duty as Cassava’s shoulders were on the mat, the dyed blonde nearly letting the pain cloud her ring awareness and losing the match to Emma’s Claw. The towering titan of trickery leans over closer to her victim’s face, making the hold much more painful so she doesn’t have to yell over the roar of the crowd.
“Just submit, there’s no shame in losing to the best,” she said, adding a little twist to her Claw drawing a squeak out of her chew toy. “Just to show there’s no hard feelings, I’ll send you a ticket to my next show in Vegas after I wi…AAggh!”
Cassava left hand has been jammed in into Emma’s mouth in a Mandible Claw! While the move has been resurrected in FAWN, worldwide it’s still a rarity. So much so that Emma has never encountered it before and has no precedent to brace herself for the pain. Emma hastily abandons her claw to remove Cassava’s hand from her mouth to no avail.
“Not one of my usual moves, but it does come in handy,” The woman of 1000 hip attacks squeezed down on the nerve bundle in Emma’s lower jaw as she sat up to face Emma eye to eye. Leaning back and lifting her legs up, she pulled Emma through her gams by her painful hold on her jaw. Trading in her mandibular nerve pinch for a tight headscissors; Cassava crossed her ankles and moved to her side, letting one hand and brace herself and using the other to give herself some playful spanks to hype up the audience (which they appreciated).
Already turning red from Onika’s vice-like grip on her noggin, she slapped and scratched at the darker woman’s thighs in bid for release, but Cassava only pulsed her legs, wringing screams that were smothered by her undercarriage (a not unpleasant sensation). Referee Al Carpenter goes to his knees by Emma’s swiftly purpling head.
“What do say Emma? Do you want me to end this?”
The Amazing one only waved a finger in response, not ready to throw in the towel yet. Onika gave another pulse of legs making Emma spasm, placing both hands on the mat she put her all into the leghold going for a submission win (a rarity for her). I’m actually going to win with this! thought Cassava,I’m going to submit a 3 time World Champi-
“Break!”
Cassava’s is rudely dragged back to reality by Al Carpenter’s order.
“Wh-what?”
Mr. Carpenter pointed to the ropes were Emma had placed a boot tip on the bottom strand. In her fervor to win Cassava had failed to consider the witch’s bigger than average stature when she sat down for the maneuver.
The moment Onika eased the pressure enough, Emma slipped her head from between her thighs and dragged her self to the safety of the bottom rope. Her back against the strand with one hand hanging out, Emma panted and tried to shake off the cobwebs. Moments before she even thought about getting up, the witch’s head was engulfed in a Stinkface by Cassava!
Too weak to even raise her arms, Emma’s head was caught in Onika’s wave of booty as she grinded back and forth against her mug. What seemed like a humilation tactic was a carefully picked maneuver, it deprives Emma of air while keeping her immobilised for the next move. Exploding out of her deep squat she bounded across the canvas to the ropes ahead ricocheted back, SLAMMING Emma with her right glute!
But she didn’t stop there.
Cassava bounced off the ropes and Emma’s face and broke into a faster run than last time, using the parallel ropes to add to her momentum she sprinted back and SLAMMED Emma again with her right cheek! Then went into her fastest run of the night, slingshotted against the ropes and BASHED her hip so hard against Emma’s forehead fans were worried she may have a concussion! (hip attack 73)
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After the last hit Cassava gave a sassy strut to the ring’s center that the crowd ate up, followed by a Hulk Hogan ear to the audience. She jogged over to an insensate Emma who hanging halfway out of the ring over the bottom rope, grabbing her by the ankles she dragged her back to center ring, banging her head on the canvas from the bottom strand by accident.
“Sorry!” she squeaked as she folded Emma into a stump puller, she wanted to win but that doesn’t mean she has to be a jerk about it. Pulling the magician to a sitting position, she stepped over her shoulders forcing Emma’s chin to her chest. She then leaned over and folded Emma’s right leg over her left knee, and pulled her left leg straight into the air with both hands, putting immense pressure on her knee and neck.
TEARING HER A NEW ONE 00:23
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifHeTxygxwc&t=0s&list=WL&index=34
“GGRRGH! MRGF!” The hold itself was already very painful on its own, but Cassava added her own twist by doing a little cowgirl dance that forced her neck and knee to bend in ways it wasn’t supposed to. Dammit! I’m being shown up by rookie! It was this anger that gave Emma the strength not to tap out to this nerve-racking hold. Seeing that the magician wasn’t going to give up, she threw herself on her back while maintaining the hold, placing Emma’s shoulders on the mat for the pin.
1!
2!
Fwoosh!
“AAAH!”
Just as Al carpenter’s hand was about hit 3, two bursts of flame erupted from Emma’s hands causing Cassava to break the pin. The Social Media Wonder rolled back and forth across the mat clutching at her face, making sure her eyebrows weren’t burned off. As Emma recovered from the pin she was showered with a wall of sound that was a mix of cheers and jeers. Half the fans loving the first use of The Amazing One’s signature pyro tricks in a FAWN arena.
Finally getting her bearings, The Amazing Emma got to boot leather and went to collect the still writhing Cassava, who had just made it to her knees. Just as Emma was about to drag her up by the hair, Onika knee walks/runs to Al Carpenter and wraps her arms around his waist!
“Is my face on fire?”
“Wha? No, you’re fine.”
The spectators were all having a good laugh at the flummoxed ref, who had a beautiful woman on her knees with her right cheek pressed tightly to his crotch. The redhead took a few moments to laugh before she went to collect Cassava, stopping when a raised hand from Al stopped her.
“Give her a second”
The Amazing Emma put her hands on her hips and barked “What? Are FAWN refs allowed to take sides?”
Al expression was that of substitute teacher dealing with a very disrespectful class, “you just used fire in ring. Be happy I’m not disqualifying you and fining you for violating safety regulations.”
The Good Witch grumbled and backed away while Cassava used Carpenter as a ladder, using whatever part of his body as a handhold to get up as she got her vision back. Finally free of the impromptu TSA search, Carpenter put his hands on her shoulders.
“Do you want to keep going or call it a night?”
Cassava shook her head, blinking away the last of the spots behind her eyes, “No, I’m good. I’m ready.” Al nods, steps away and waves them off to begin. Cassava turns to Emma and IMMEDIATLEY EATS A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!!
As the dyed blond was talking to the official, the Magical One waited for the right moment before driving her right foot practically through Onika’s face. She would have flipped onto her face if not for the ropes halting her momentum, rebounding off them a stunned Cassava walked a few ungainly steps forward before Emma grabs her by the throat and lifts her in the air with one hand. Dangling the young woman like a bag of smelly laundry, Emma struts to center canvas, showing Cassava off like she’s building tension for the reveal of a magic trick. Raising up to her tiptoes she rams Onika to the mat with a Choke Slam!
Bouncing a foot in the air after the impact, Cassava was a twitching mess of humanity. Lying on her stomach and her left arm, the rest of her limbs akimbo and twitching. Emma slipped a foot under her ribs and flipped her onto to her back almost nonchalantly, then laid across Onika’s chest as she were beach towel. She put one hand behind her head and the other raised a finger for each slap of the mat.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Cassava managed to just get a shoulder up before Carpenter’s palm hit the canvas. Emma looked at woman who was struggling to all fours with frustration, “You’re starting to make me angry, sweetie.” The Good Witch was feeling a bit wicked as stomped at the small of her back flatting the woman to the floor and overturned her to her back, “luckily that will make this next move feel that much better.”
Facing the downed woman’s feet, The Amazing Emma kneels into a reverse facesit and hooks her ankles under Cassava’s shoulders, preventing a 3 count from interrupting her fun; an infamous hold known as “The Magic Box.”
A FAWN crowd has no loyalty when comes to beautiful women using others to get themselves off, so their fan’s roar reached stadium shaking levels with gyration of Emma’s hips on Cassava’s face. Her breath in uneven as moans rolled out of her ruby lips as the grinding of her undercarriage on Onika’s face grew harder faster; her hands cupping the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s Cup breasts under her shirt and bra, playfully rolling her nipples in tune with each thrust of her hips.
“No reason you can’t enjoy this too. After all, I’m leaving tonight with a win… and an orgasaAAH!”
Just as Emma was about to head over the edge; Cassava planted her feet and bridged as hard as hard as she could; tumbling Emma up and off her body, leaving herself matchbooked; Her perfectly toned ass pointing up at the overhead lights as she struggled to get her shoulders off the mat in her lustful and confused haze. While Emma struggled, Onika rolled as fast as she could the nearest ropes, not stopping till she was able to hook an elbow on the bottom strand. With her free hand, Cassava grabbed the hem of her white shirt and rubbed vigorously at her face trying to wipe away the oils and scent of Emma’s assault on her dignity while trying to replace as much of the air lost to Emma’s smother, the first step in getting her muscles active again.
Emma had finally managed to unturtle herself and was on her stomach, trying to marshal her jellied limbs into something usable so she can put away the bitch away. Al stood at the midpoint between the two sweaty female piles, starting the count that would either rouse the females to action or end the match. By “3” they started to stir, by “6” they made to their knees, and by “9” Cassava made it to made it to her feet; leaning heavily on the top rope with her arms and chest dangling over the strand, to the enjoyment of the audience, On the other side of the ring, Emma had also used the ropes, but had the presence of mind to keep her eyes on her surprisingly tough opponent.
Leaning into, then recoiling off the ropes; Emma charged over to Onika with an outstretched arm, planning to clothesline the dyed blonde to the floor. Whether due to a strong ring awareness, or taking cues from the onlookers, the Cocoa-colored mauler sidestepped just as the scythe came down, the force of her own blow nearly sending Emma to the outside. Onika secures a waist lock, pops her hips and bridges, driving Emma into a German Suplex. Without releasing her grip: Cassava rolls over placing the redhead in a matchbook pin, completing the Kylie Sanders classic, The Over and Done!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Emma breaks the pin just in time to save herself, violently throwing herself to one side, taking Cassava along with her. In unison they rolled across the mat in a race to scramble to their feet. Onika makes it first and goes for a kneeling Emma’s waist, but the magician is faster with a Double Leg Takedown. The back of her head slamming against the mat left Onika too stunned to stop the Amazing One from folding her legs over and pinning her feet by her ears, Emma’s stomach pressed against Cassava’s naturally padded rear end for another pin attempt.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Cassava spasmed hard enough to break the pin, much faster than Emma did which irked the redhead to no end. In her bid to escape the 3 count, Cassava flopped onto her side, with her back facing the preternatural powerhouse. At this point, the match had drained Cassava’s batteries and just getting to her knees required serious concentration and she didn’t have the energy or alertness to watch her back, which Emma quickly took advantage of; slipping behind her the Good Witch, Emma reached over Cassava’s right shoulder, grabbed her left wrist, and as she pulled it against the shorter woman’s throat, Emma threaded her left arm under Onika’s left shoulder and put pressure on the back of her neck. With their entangled arms acting like a noose, Emma dragged Cassava to her full height, completing a standing Sleeper known as the Suspension of Disbelief!
SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF
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Her vision already dimmed by black spots swirling around, its do or die time for Onika! Thrashing wildly trying to break the redhead’s hold, Cassava drags the duo in a stumbling path around ring with her superior traction. With only seconds to escape defeat, Cassava thrusts her hips forward, then slams her ass backwards into Emma’s pelvis (hip attack 87). One blow from Onika’s junk filled trunk loosened the magician’s grip and a second knocked Emma back on to her heels and stumbling into a corner, saving Emma from falling on her lesser, but still sexy booty.
The 3-time world champion griped the ropes so hard her knuckles turned white. This was supposed to be a walk in the park, a triumphant return to her old promotion to show Bethany Christian what she missed out on. Instead, she’s getting slapped around by a woman who became famous unboxing Kylie Sander dolls. Placing a foot on the bottom turnbuckle and using it as a kickstand, she launches into a Lariat that- had it connected may well have sent Cassava’s head into stands: as a grim souvenir for a lucky fan.
Moments before contact, Cassava hit the canvas and trips up Emma in a Drop Toe Hold, the redhead’s face colliding with the matt echoed through the arena. Onika scurried over on all fours to a recumbent Emma who was checking her nose for fractures. Flipping her like a pancake, Cassava swiftly went into a sitting position and threaded her right arm around Emma’s neck in a One-armed Headlock, with her left Cassava grabbed Emma’s right arm below the wrist with her left bending it back till she’s touching her own shoulder, making Emma’s elbow’s point to the sky. Linking her hands together at the wrist of Emma’s bent arm, Cassava completes the Anaconda Vice and sets to work dislocating Emma’s limb from her body.
Biting back screams, the Mistress of Magic starts peppering Cassava’s side and head with punches using her free hand, but with her left shoulder trapped between the Superfan’s leg and right elbow, she couldn’t enough power to deter Kylie Sanders’ number one fan. Emma’s moves resulted in Onika wrenching up and down the trapped appendage, each yank forcing a shriek out of Emma that she couldn’t contained.
“Just tap Emma! I don’t want to injure you… that would make the world a less magical place!”
“Nnoo!” Emma shook her head violently. The Social Media upstart’s earnest attitude was really starting to grate her cheese! Using that anger as fuel, the Good Witch stretched her long, sexy legs toward the ropes; digging her heels in to inch herself closer and closer. Then, just centimeters from freedom Emma’s hopes were dashed again, using her better positioning and stronger legs the Iowa native half-crabbed till they were dead-center ring. Tears rolling down her cheeks, Emma thrashed in the hold to no avail. Going to one knee, Official Al Carpenter does his duty.
“What do you say Emma? Do you want me to stop this?”
At this point, Emma’s whole body was shaking with pain. Using her free arm she tries once again to beat Cassava into letting her go, but her jabs had been reduced to weak, pathetic slaps.
“Ggrragh! No! I don’t taAMPHH!”
Cassava pulls Emma up and lowers her chest down, buryingg the Magic One’s head in her glistening cleavage.
SMOTHERED CHICKEN: FRONT SMOTHER + ANACONDA VICE COMBO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uh1S5fG2ySU&index=48&t=477s&list=WL 7:51
Denied air, mobility, and offense, Emma wriggled like an electrified fish, whipping her head back and forth, motorboating Cassava’s rack in her fruitless attempt to escape. Cassava amped up the pressure on the hold, while alternating her grip to introduce an Indian Burn to the equation to force her to cry out and waste more of her precious air. Onika’s lovely C cup breasts quivered with every scream and suckling gasp from the fading ginger.
Professional, competitive, and feminine pride could only last so long.
Emma taps out.
Al Carpenter quickly motions for the bell.
Cassava releases the hold before the first ring fades and collapses onto her back. The two women lay starfished, their right arms draped limp over the others dewy thighs. Rising to her feet with a helping hand from Al, Onika raises her fists to a booming, ecstatic roar from the crowd and nearly toppled over. Too drained to stand on her own, Cassava backpeddled into a nearby corner, throwing her hands on the top ropes to keep her steady as she struggled to get air in her heaving chest. Finally massaging the pain in her arm to a manageable level, Emma calls for a ring attendant to bring in her signature top hat. By they time he reaches the apron, The Magical one has reached the strands and, using them as a ladder, accepts her top hat, places it on her head and turns to a cautiously approaching Cassava.
“Uuh… great match, you really had me for a while there,” Cassava slowly extends a handshake, still intimidated by the towering veteran despite the win. Emma glances at the offered limb coolly… before grasping it tightly to the approval the masses.
“You got the stuff kid, you’re gonna go far,” Emma said with a small smile as she broke the grip.
Cassava quickly nodded, “thanks.”
Don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry was the thought that ran through Onika’s head as Emma took center ring. “Time to hit the yellow brick road,” Emma said. “Got a show in Vegas next week.” She took her hat off with a flourish and bowed deeply to a crowd who cheered deafeningly. Just as cries hit their apex volume a stream of playing cards erupted from Emma’s upturned hat. Like an active volcano the top hat spewed cards into air at such a furious rate it obscured Emma’s scintillating figure, When the blizzard of playing cards stopped, and the most had fluttered to the floor, The Amazing Emma was gone.
Cassava looked at the scene astounded, “Holy fuck! That was awesome, you just Copperfielded me!” She grimaced and slapped a palm to her forehead, “Dammit! I forgot to get her autograph!”
BUMP!
On Onika’s left her Kylie Corps branded autograph book landed the canvas, seemingly out of thin air. She blinked twice and picked up the book, then opened it up to what should have been the next blank page. There, The Amazing Emma’s signature scrawled in ornate cursive. Included between the pages, was a ticket to her Vegas show. Front row center!
An awed Cassava held the ticket between her thumb and index finger, “sweet Kylie, she is magic. Check it out,” she showed the ticket out to an unimpressed Al Carpenter who just shrugged.
He points a bump in the thin carpet of cards covering the majority of the canvas.
“You realize we got to clean this up right?”
Stepping through the curtain was a short but curvaceous Black woman, playfully dancing along with the music with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the newcomer; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA was at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric, keeping her C Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). Dangling from an empty belt loop on the left side is a gold Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. She chose 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 put her back to the audience, showcasing an ass that would make LaKeisha Bates self conscious. Doing a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling audience, fans saw that Onika had airbrushed the face of her opponent The Amazing Emma on the back of her shorts. One on each cheek, they bounced and jiggled. At one point, Cassava dipped low and made the twin magicians ‘kiss’ to a suddenly roaring audience, before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing at 5 feet and 2 inches tall, weighing in at 125lbs, the woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!!”
Slipping into the ring under the bottom rope, Cassava shadow boxed a bit to warm up and pulled against the ropes, getting a sense of their elasticity while waiting for her opponent. Cassava’s music faded away and a drumroll played through the speakers, but the entrance screen was blank setting the fans and Cassava on edge. Taking the snare drum as a cue, the announcer read a card given to him by the next wrestler.
“From West Newbury, Massachusetts, standing at 5 feet, 11 inches tall, weighing in at 155lbs, The Mistress of Magic, The Good Witch of the West, THE Amazing Emma!!”
BOOM!!!
Several smoke bombs exploded in the ring spewing miniature mushroom clouds of every color of the rainbow. As the fog dissipated, it revealed Emma herself; standing tall, her arms in a triumphant V with a beaming smile on her face. She was clad in a black busier, a matching thong with black boots, she seemed more prepared for a night of passion, rather than magic. A top hat placed at a jaunty angle crowned her beautiful red hair that cascaded past her shoulders, or would have, if not for the black velvet cape tied around her neck.
The fans were going nuts for the former FAWN hopeful turned Japanese wrestling legend; Cassava was marking out a bit herself having kept track her career since leaving FAWN 2, tonight’s referee for the match Al Carpenter was more concerned with the rainbow fog setting off the smoke alarms. With a practiced flourish Emma whipped off her cape; clearing the ring her entrance’s colorful miasma, handing it over to a ring attendant, she then took off her hat. Before passing it on she lightly patted the top of the hat, releasing several doves into the air and one rabbit, who scampered off and settled on the timekeepers table. The bell hasn’t even rung yet and the in-ring antics are already getting the crowd roaring.
The two beauties met in the middle of the ring, so Al can go over the rules of the match; being the smaller wrestler by nearly a foot, Onika had to crane her neck to look the confident redhead in eye, even that had to be done through gap of prominent and shapely breasts!
Clearly, going for the head won’t be a sound strategy this match thought Cassava. Before they stepped away to their respective corners Cassava shyly asked for the magician’s autograph.
Used to this sort of attention from her work in squared circle and the stage took the request in stride.
“Sure, but after the match. I can’t hurt someone I just gave my name to, it’s magician’s code,” she said with a wink. After they separate Al give Emma a fast pat down for foreign objects, then he heads over to Onika to do the same.
Cassava holds out her arms and Al gives them a quick check, then gets down on one knee to make sure nothing’s hidden on her legs. As soon as Al’s knee hits the canvas, Onika spins, grabs the ropes, leans forward to thrust her jaw-dropping rear end in the face of the startled official.
“Really?” asks an incredulous Carpenter, ignoring the fratboy like encouragements from the FAWNATICS. Cassava gives her head a tilt and gives her ass a shimmy. “Go, on; Finish your check.”
The audience’s teasing rise in volume in tandem to Al’s inching hands. Closer… CLOSER… ALMOST… his hands flit down to tap Cassava’s legs and ankles like the wings of a humming bird and then he swiftly backs away. The crowd gives a disappointed groan (mostly in jest) and Cassava gives a cute pout, then shrugs and assumes the standard ready position for the match.
The bell rings and the women leave their corners, The Amazing Emma walks straight out at a confident pace with arms ready for tie up, not too concerned with the Social Media Wonder. They clash in the center of the canvas; Emma having to lean down a bit to engage Onika in an Elbow and Collar Tie Up, normally her size allows her to blow over most opponents almost effortlessly, but Cassava is deceptively strong for her size, like a cocoa Chrissy Daniels.
Still, Emma had physics on her size, and was slowly backing Cassava to the ropes. The shorter grappler bore down and tired to reverse the flow, forcing them into a stalemate. They stayed in that position for a few seconds till Emma slipped off to the side, letting Cassava’s momentum carry her forward a few bumbling steps. Struggling not to fall on her face she managed to turn do a shaky pirouette to face The Amazing Emma who, had somehow gotten a hold of Onika’s bra!
Holding it in the air taut like a title belt, the crowd popped huge for the sexy slight of hand. Quickly turning to all sides of the arena, she gave a saucy wink to Cassava before slingshotting it into the stands where it disappeared in a sea of ravenous hands. A bewildered Cassava gave her chest a few testing squeezes… before applauding and nodding her head in amazement! Far more impressed with the magic trick than with than her modesty, Onika’s fangirl tendencies saved her from Emma’s psychological warfare.
A raised eyebrow was the most surprise Emma allowed to show on her face as she went for another tie up. The two clashed horns again, they strained for control for 10 seconds when Cassava’s force was used against her once more: nearly forced into a somersault as the Good Witch played matador yet again, this time waving Onika’s black Kylie Corps brand Thong to the screaming masses! Giving Cassava another wink, she slingshotted it into the open mouth of a young woman screaming support for Milk Chocolate Mauler, causing her to gag, then jump and down in happiness.
Cassava watched this all unfold with a shocked expression, lightly feeling around her waistline to confirm her skimpy underthings had, again, magically disappeared. She then turned and started hurriedly paced the circumference of her half of the ring. A small burst of smugness began to blossom in Emma, her strategy finally taking root, but that feeling turned out to be immature as Cassava started to bounce on her feet and speaking excitedly. Her palms inches away her head as to catch the debris from her exploding mind.
“Oh my god, you are mindfreaking me right now!”
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Emma hid her frustration with a smile and a curtsie, the multitudes having a laugh at the wrestlers’ unusual chemistry. Emma clutched Cassava in one last tie-up, planning to drop the magic and dispense with the ass-kicking, starting with a series of power moves. Cassava wasn’t on the same page however. Taking Emma by surprise, she played the role of matador, letting Emma barrel forward, bisecting her breasts on the top rope. Behind her, Cassava was waving her back-up thong to the audience!
With her mouth hanging open in a gobsmacked expression, she watched as Cassava hooped and hollered to the fans. It was a semi-well-known fact that Emma wore a smaller thong under her ring attire as a latch ditch effort to avoid being stripped naked in ring. So not only did Cassava steal her trick, she did it better!
“I went to magic camp a couple of times when I was a kid,” Onika explained cheekily, before ‘snapping” the undergarment to a heavyset Indian fan in the eighth row.
“… Well, you clearly have the knack for it!” Her grudging compliment turned into a grunt as Emma tried to take Cassava by surprise with a clothesline, only for Cassava to duck and race to ropes behind her. Recoiling off the strands Cassava connects with a shoulder block, only to push the taller woman back a half step.
Emma waved her arm at the ropes to her right, a challenge for Onika to try again. One she took with gusto! Nearly leaving an afterimage Cassava broke into a full sprint before hitting the ropes with her back and charging at Emma with another shoulder block, connecting with a loud ‘Smack!’ but the witch never leaving her feet, merely sent a couple steps back. The Mistress of Magic hunched over slightly and a flexed her arms toward each other, playing for the crowd and taunting her tiny foe. Cassava gave a cute grumble in response and set off for the ropes on Emma’s left, moving like a recast Barry Allen. Nearly tearing the ropes off the buckles with her impact, Onika shoots back to an unconcerned Emma… who became very concerned when Cassava turned her back at the last second BROKE her in half with a running hip attack! (hip attack 14)
RUNNING HIP ATTACK
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The force of the blow took Emma off her feet and into an ungraceful backwards somersault, landing on her stomach. She jumped to her feet to counterattack just to be hit by a kick to the navel, doubling her over and driving out whatever wind she just got back in her body. Cassava steps over her head and snagging Emma’s arms, Cassava’s ass forcing the witch’s chin into her cleavage. Onika drops to her knees, the full weight of her body SLAMMING Emma’s face to the mat. (hip attack 683, also known as the Kiss Canvas Bitch by Lakeisha Bates)
Onika spins on one knee and flips the splattered Emma onto her back and lies across her chest for a crossbody pin.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Just as Al Carpenter’s hand hit the canvas for “2” Emma shoved the café-au-lait colored woman off with authority and rose to one knee. A little miffed bit not deterred, Cassava collected the magician in a front face lock and slipped her hands into a thong strand for a suplex.
Onika popped her considerable hips for the lift but Emma tensed her body and bore down, thwarting the attempt. Cass cinched her headlock tighter and tried again but was stopped by a stiff punch to the sternum, two more loosened Onika’s grip enough for Emma to slip out and impale her with a kneelift. The redhead then slipped behind her, dipped, and hoisted her up on her shoulders with an arm between her legs and one hand on Cassava’s chin.
Angry at being shown up a rookie, the magician put all her strength in that torture rack hold, coaxing groans and bitten back screams from her squirming burden. Numerous times Emma rose to her tip toes and dropped down, jarring Cassava’s spine against her shoulders and making her emit some high-pitched yelps but would only shake her head at the official bids for a submission.
Emma switched from a torture rack to a military press, raising Cassava high above her head; she did a quick lap around the ring, showing off her power to the audience and re-establishing “who’s the main-eventer here?” before slamming Onika on her knee for a backbreaker!
Cassava’s draped over Emma’s knee, in a boneless ‘n’ just shuddering after taking Emma’s famed Backbacker. Emma flashes a double biceps pose at the masses then patting Cassava’s stomach dismissively before shoving her off onto the floor in a heap. Going to her knees beside the downed Cassava, The Amazing Emma pulls her to lie on her back and applies her patented Stomach Claw known as ‘The Convincer.’
With her right-hand tearing into Onika’s abdominals and the left holding her wrist, the Good Witch put all her weight into that Claw. After trying unsuccessfully to remove the invading hands, Cassava was reduced to ineffectual slapping at the redhead’s arms and pulling at her own hair to alleviate the pain of Emma chewing up her midsection.
1!
2!
KICKOUT
Al Carpenter doing his duty as Cassava’s shoulders were on the mat, the dyed blonde nearly letting the pain cloud her ring awareness and losing the match to Emma’s Claw. The towering titan of trickery leans over closer to her victim’s face, making the hold much more painful so she doesn’t have to yell over the roar of the crowd.
“Just submit, there’s no shame in losing to the best,” she said, adding a little twist to her Claw drawing a squeak out of her chew toy. “Just to show there’s no hard feelings, I’ll send you a ticket to my next show in Vegas after I wi…AAggh!”
Cassava left hand has been jammed in into Emma’s mouth in a Mandible Claw! While the move has been resurrected in FAWN, worldwide it’s still a rarity. So much so that Emma has never encountered it before and has no precedent to brace herself for the pain. Emma hastily abandons her claw to remove Cassava’s hand from her mouth to no avail.
“Not one of my usual moves, but it does come in handy,” The woman of 1000 hip attacks squeezed down on the nerve bundle in Emma’s lower jaw as she sat up to face Emma eye to eye. Leaning back and lifting her legs up, she pulled Emma through her gams by her painful hold on her jaw. Trading in her mandibular nerve pinch for a tight headscissors; Cassava crossed her ankles and moved to her side, letting one hand and brace herself and using the other to give herself some playful spanks to hype up the audience (which they appreciated).
Already turning red from Onika’s vice-like grip on her noggin, she slapped and scratched at the darker woman’s thighs in bid for release, but Cassava only pulsed her legs, wringing screams that were smothered by her undercarriage (a not unpleasant sensation). Referee Al Carpenter goes to his knees by Emma’s swiftly purpling head.
“What do say Emma? Do you want me to end this?”
The Amazing one only waved a finger in response, not ready to throw in the towel yet. Onika gave another pulse of legs making Emma spasm, placing both hands on the mat she put her all into the leghold going for a submission win (a rarity for her). I’m actually going to win with this! thought Cassava,I’m going to submit a 3 time World Champi-
“Break!”
Cassava’s is rudely dragged back to reality by Al Carpenter’s order.
“Wh-what?”
Mr. Carpenter pointed to the ropes were Emma had placed a boot tip on the bottom strand. In her fervor to win Cassava had failed to consider the witch’s bigger than average stature when she sat down for the maneuver.
The moment Onika eased the pressure enough, Emma slipped her head from between her thighs and dragged her self to the safety of the bottom rope. Her back against the strand with one hand hanging out, Emma panted and tried to shake off the cobwebs. Moments before she even thought about getting up, the witch’s head was engulfed in a Stinkface by Cassava!
Too weak to even raise her arms, Emma’s head was caught in Onika’s wave of booty as she grinded back and forth against her mug. What seemed like a humilation tactic was a carefully picked maneuver, it deprives Emma of air while keeping her immobilised for the next move. Exploding out of her deep squat she bounded across the canvas to the ropes ahead ricocheted back, SLAMMING Emma with her right glute!
But she didn’t stop there.
Cassava bounced off the ropes and Emma’s face and broke into a faster run than last time, using the parallel ropes to add to her momentum she sprinted back and SLAMMED Emma again with her right cheek! Then went into her fastest run of the night, slingshotted against the ropes and BASHED her hip so hard against Emma’s forehead fans were worried she may have a concussion! (hip attack 73)
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After the last hit Cassava gave a sassy strut to the ring’s center that the crowd ate up, followed by a Hulk Hogan ear to the audience. She jogged over to an insensate Emma who hanging halfway out of the ring over the bottom rope, grabbing her by the ankles she dragged her back to center ring, banging her head on the canvas from the bottom strand by accident.
“Sorry!” she squeaked as she folded Emma into a stump puller, she wanted to win but that doesn’t mean she has to be a jerk about it. Pulling the magician to a sitting position, she stepped over her shoulders forcing Emma’s chin to her chest. She then leaned over and folded Emma’s right leg over her left knee, and pulled her left leg straight into the air with both hands, putting immense pressure on her knee and neck.
TEARING HER A NEW ONE 00:23
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“GGRRGH! MRGF!” The hold itself was already very painful on its own, but Cassava added her own twist by doing a little cowgirl dance that forced her neck and knee to bend in ways it wasn’t supposed to. Dammit! I’m being shown up by rookie! It was this anger that gave Emma the strength not to tap out to this nerve-racking hold. Seeing that the magician wasn’t going to give up, she threw herself on her back while maintaining the hold, placing Emma’s shoulders on the mat for the pin.
1!
2!
Fwoosh!
“AAAH!”
Just as Al carpenter’s hand was about hit 3, two bursts of flame erupted from Emma’s hands causing Cassava to break the pin. The Social Media Wonder rolled back and forth across the mat clutching at her face, making sure her eyebrows weren’t burned off. As Emma recovered from the pin she was showered with a wall of sound that was a mix of cheers and jeers. Half the fans loving the first use of The Amazing One’s signature pyro tricks in a FAWN arena.
Finally getting her bearings, The Amazing Emma got to boot leather and went to collect the still writhing Cassava, who had just made it to her knees. Just as Emma was about to drag her up by the hair, Onika knee walks/runs to Al Carpenter and wraps her arms around his waist!
“Is my face on fire?”
“Wha? No, you’re fine.”
The spectators were all having a good laugh at the flummoxed ref, who had a beautiful woman on her knees with her right cheek pressed tightly to his crotch. The redhead took a few moments to laugh before she went to collect Cassava, stopping when a raised hand from Al stopped her.
“Give her a second”
The Amazing Emma put her hands on her hips and barked “What? Are FAWN refs allowed to take sides?”
Al expression was that of substitute teacher dealing with a very disrespectful class, “you just used fire in ring. Be happy I’m not disqualifying you and fining you for violating safety regulations.”
The Good Witch grumbled and backed away while Cassava used Carpenter as a ladder, using whatever part of his body as a handhold to get up as she got her vision back. Finally free of the impromptu TSA search, Carpenter put his hands on her shoulders.
“Do you want to keep going or call it a night?”
Cassava shook her head, blinking away the last of the spots behind her eyes, “No, I’m good. I’m ready.” Al nods, steps away and waves them off to begin. Cassava turns to Emma and IMMEDIATLEY EATS A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!!
As the dyed blond was talking to the official, the Magical One waited for the right moment before driving her right foot practically through Onika’s face. She would have flipped onto her face if not for the ropes halting her momentum, rebounding off them a stunned Cassava walked a few ungainly steps forward before Emma grabs her by the throat and lifts her in the air with one hand. Dangling the young woman like a bag of smelly laundry, Emma struts to center canvas, showing Cassava off like she’s building tension for the reveal of a magic trick. Raising up to her tiptoes she rams Onika to the mat with a Choke Slam!
Bouncing a foot in the air after the impact, Cassava was a twitching mess of humanity. Lying on her stomach and her left arm, the rest of her limbs akimbo and twitching. Emma slipped a foot under her ribs and flipped her onto to her back almost nonchalantly, then laid across Onika’s chest as she were beach towel. She put one hand behind her head and the other raised a finger for each slap of the mat.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Cassava managed to just get a shoulder up before Carpenter’s palm hit the canvas. Emma looked at woman who was struggling to all fours with frustration, “You’re starting to make me angry, sweetie.” The Good Witch was feeling a bit wicked as stomped at the small of her back flatting the woman to the floor and overturned her to her back, “luckily that will make this next move feel that much better.”
Facing the downed woman’s feet, The Amazing Emma kneels into a reverse facesit and hooks her ankles under Cassava’s shoulders, preventing a 3 count from interrupting her fun; an infamous hold known as “The Magic Box.”
A FAWN crowd has no loyalty when comes to beautiful women using others to get themselves off, so their fan’s roar reached stadium shaking levels with gyration of Emma’s hips on Cassava’s face. Her breath in uneven as moans rolled out of her ruby lips as the grinding of her undercarriage on Onika’s face grew harder faster; her hands cupping the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s Cup breasts under her shirt and bra, playfully rolling her nipples in tune with each thrust of her hips.
“No reason you can’t enjoy this too. After all, I’m leaving tonight with a win… and an orgasaAAH!”
Just as Emma was about to head over the edge; Cassava planted her feet and bridged as hard as hard as she could; tumbling Emma up and off her body, leaving herself matchbooked; Her perfectly toned ass pointing up at the overhead lights as she struggled to get her shoulders off the mat in her lustful and confused haze. While Emma struggled, Onika rolled as fast as she could the nearest ropes, not stopping till she was able to hook an elbow on the bottom strand. With her free hand, Cassava grabbed the hem of her white shirt and rubbed vigorously at her face trying to wipe away the oils and scent of Emma’s assault on her dignity while trying to replace as much of the air lost to Emma’s smother, the first step in getting her muscles active again.
Emma had finally managed to unturtle herself and was on her stomach, trying to marshal her jellied limbs into something usable so she can put away the bitch away. Al stood at the midpoint between the two sweaty female piles, starting the count that would either rouse the females to action or end the match. By “3” they started to stir, by “6” they made to their knees, and by “9” Cassava made it to made it to her feet; leaning heavily on the top rope with her arms and chest dangling over the strand, to the enjoyment of the audience, On the other side of the ring, Emma had also used the ropes, but had the presence of mind to keep her eyes on her surprisingly tough opponent.
Leaning into, then recoiling off the ropes; Emma charged over to Onika with an outstretched arm, planning to clothesline the dyed blonde to the floor. Whether due to a strong ring awareness, or taking cues from the onlookers, the Cocoa-colored mauler sidestepped just as the scythe came down, the force of her own blow nearly sending Emma to the outside. Onika secures a waist lock, pops her hips and bridges, driving Emma into a German Suplex. Without releasing her grip: Cassava rolls over placing the redhead in a matchbook pin, completing the Kylie Sanders classic, The Over and Done!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Emma breaks the pin just in time to save herself, violently throwing herself to one side, taking Cassava along with her. In unison they rolled across the mat in a race to scramble to their feet. Onika makes it first and goes for a kneeling Emma’s waist, but the magician is faster with a Double Leg Takedown. The back of her head slamming against the mat left Onika too stunned to stop the Amazing One from folding her legs over and pinning her feet by her ears, Emma’s stomach pressed against Cassava’s naturally padded rear end for another pin attempt.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Cassava spasmed hard enough to break the pin, much faster than Emma did which irked the redhead to no end. In her bid to escape the 3 count, Cassava flopped onto her side, with her back facing the preternatural powerhouse. At this point, the match had drained Cassava’s batteries and just getting to her knees required serious concentration and she didn’t have the energy or alertness to watch her back, which Emma quickly took advantage of; slipping behind her the Good Witch, Emma reached over Cassava’s right shoulder, grabbed her left wrist, and as she pulled it against the shorter woman’s throat, Emma threaded her left arm under Onika’s left shoulder and put pressure on the back of her neck. With their entangled arms acting like a noose, Emma dragged Cassava to her full height, completing a standing Sleeper known as the Suspension of Disbelief!
SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF
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Her vision already dimmed by black spots swirling around, its do or die time for Onika! Thrashing wildly trying to break the redhead’s hold, Cassava drags the duo in a stumbling path around ring with her superior traction. With only seconds to escape defeat, Cassava thrusts her hips forward, then slams her ass backwards into Emma’s pelvis (hip attack 87). One blow from Onika’s junk filled trunk loosened the magician’s grip and a second knocked Emma back on to her heels and stumbling into a corner, saving Emma from falling on her lesser, but still sexy booty.
The 3-time world champion griped the ropes so hard her knuckles turned white. This was supposed to be a walk in the park, a triumphant return to her old promotion to show Bethany Christian what she missed out on. Instead, she’s getting slapped around by a woman who became famous unboxing Kylie Sander dolls. Placing a foot on the bottom turnbuckle and using it as a kickstand, she launches into a Lariat that- had it connected may well have sent Cassava’s head into stands: as a grim souvenir for a lucky fan.
Moments before contact, Cassava hit the canvas and trips up Emma in a Drop Toe Hold, the redhead’s face colliding with the matt echoed through the arena. Onika scurried over on all fours to a recumbent Emma who was checking her nose for fractures. Flipping her like a pancake, Cassava swiftly went into a sitting position and threaded her right arm around Emma’s neck in a One-armed Headlock, with her left Cassava grabbed Emma’s right arm below the wrist with her left bending it back till she’s touching her own shoulder, making Emma’s elbow’s point to the sky. Linking her hands together at the wrist of Emma’s bent arm, Cassava completes the Anaconda Vice and sets to work dislocating Emma’s limb from her body.
Biting back screams, the Mistress of Magic starts peppering Cassava’s side and head with punches using her free hand, but with her left shoulder trapped between the Superfan’s leg and right elbow, she couldn’t enough power to deter Kylie Sanders’ number one fan. Emma’s moves resulted in Onika wrenching up and down the trapped appendage, each yank forcing a shriek out of Emma that she couldn’t contained.
“Just tap Emma! I don’t want to injure you… that would make the world a less magical place!”
“Nnoo!” Emma shook her head violently. The Social Media upstart’s earnest attitude was really starting to grate her cheese! Using that anger as fuel, the Good Witch stretched her long, sexy legs toward the ropes; digging her heels in to inch herself closer and closer. Then, just centimeters from freedom Emma’s hopes were dashed again, using her better positioning and stronger legs the Iowa native half-crabbed till they were dead-center ring. Tears rolling down her cheeks, Emma thrashed in the hold to no avail. Going to one knee, Official Al Carpenter does his duty.
“What do you say Emma? Do you want me to stop this?”
At this point, Emma’s whole body was shaking with pain. Using her free arm she tries once again to beat Cassava into letting her go, but her jabs had been reduced to weak, pathetic slaps.
“Ggrragh! No! I don’t taAMPHH!”
Cassava pulls Emma up and lowers her chest down, buryingg the Magic One’s head in her glistening cleavage.
SMOTHERED CHICKEN: FRONT SMOTHER + ANACONDA VICE COMBO
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Denied air, mobility, and offense, Emma wriggled like an electrified fish, whipping her head back and forth, motorboating Cassava’s rack in her fruitless attempt to escape. Cassava amped up the pressure on the hold, while alternating her grip to introduce an Indian Burn to the equation to force her to cry out and waste more of her precious air. Onika’s lovely C cup breasts quivered with every scream and suckling gasp from the fading ginger.
Professional, competitive, and feminine pride could only last so long.
Emma taps out.
Al Carpenter quickly motions for the bell.
Cassava releases the hold before the first ring fades and collapses onto her back. The two women lay starfished, their right arms draped limp over the others dewy thighs. Rising to her feet with a helping hand from Al, Onika raises her fists to a booming, ecstatic roar from the crowd and nearly toppled over. Too drained to stand on her own, Cassava backpeddled into a nearby corner, throwing her hands on the top ropes to keep her steady as she struggled to get air in her heaving chest. Finally massaging the pain in her arm to a manageable level, Emma calls for a ring attendant to bring in her signature top hat. By they time he reaches the apron, The Magical one has reached the strands and, using them as a ladder, accepts her top hat, places it on her head and turns to a cautiously approaching Cassava.
“Uuh… great match, you really had me for a while there,” Cassava slowly extends a handshake, still intimidated by the towering veteran despite the win. Emma glances at the offered limb coolly… before grasping it tightly to the approval the masses.
“You got the stuff kid, you’re gonna go far,” Emma said with a small smile as she broke the grip.
Cassava quickly nodded, “thanks.”
Don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry was the thought that ran through Onika’s head as Emma took center ring. “Time to hit the yellow brick road,” Emma said. “Got a show in Vegas next week.” She took her hat off with a flourish and bowed deeply to a crowd who cheered deafeningly. Just as cries hit their apex volume a stream of playing cards erupted from Emma’s upturned hat. Like an active volcano the top hat spewed cards into air at such a furious rate it obscured Emma’s scintillating figure, When the blizzard of playing cards stopped, and the most had fluttered to the floor, The Amazing Emma was gone.
Cassava looked at the scene astounded, “Holy fuck! That was awesome, you just Copperfielded me!” She grimaced and slapped a palm to her forehead, “Dammit! I forgot to get her autograph!”
BUMP!
On Onika’s left her Kylie Corps branded autograph book landed the canvas, seemingly out of thin air. She blinked twice and picked up the book, then opened it up to what should have been the next blank page. There, The Amazing Emma’s signature scrawled in ornate cursive. Included between the pages, was a ticket to her Vegas show. Front row center!
An awed Cassava held the ticket between her thumb and index finger, “sweet Kylie, she is magic. Check it out,” she showed the ticket out to an unimpressed Al Carpenter who just shrugged.
He points a bump in the thin carpet of cards covering the majority of the canvas.
“You realize we got to clean this up right?”