FAWNatics Feedback Thread (spoilers)

“Ooh My God!! My fanfics are coming true!!” Cassava’s squeal echoed throughout the halls of FAWN’s arena, her eyes were glued to a monitor in one of the viewing areas for people on break or waiting for their curtain call. Too new to have one of the coveted spots at Fawn’s biggest pay-per-view, FAWNMANIA, Cassava Onika showed up as a gesture of support for the other women competing today (and if someone got sick and needed a replacement, well that’s just how things work out).



Currently she was watching the aftermath of the epic battle between the vengeful Kanako Akiyama and the noble in all things but mind and spirit, Lady Lydia Lethbridge. It was a contest that Cassava had no doubt that would go down as one of the best in FAWNMANIA history; from minute one that intense bloody contest had her eyes glued to the screen, granted for much it Onika could only watch through the gaps in her fingers. Cassava avoided horror movies in general because she wasn’t a fan of blood and gore and this match made them seem tame in comparison. Onika hadn’t the opportunity to meet Kanako yet, but after today she knew not to get on her bad side!



The cherry on top of this 5 star sundae of a match was an adorable moment between Kanako and the referee/best male friend Merle. There’s no feeling for a diehard fan when the people you’re shipping get together in real life. Cassava sometimes had the two friends as romantic B plot in a few of her stories, some readers thought the pairing was unrealistic but who’s laughing now?!



“I wonder what the official couple name would be? Manako is cute but Kerle would retroactively justify all my ‘Kerle your toes’ jokes in my disclaimers,” she pondered as FAWN staff cleaned the ring for the next bout.



Cassava’s thoughts soon turn from fan theories to her the event at hand. She was fresh off a third win from a house show last week against a local rookie, not the kind of battle that gets you headlines and main events. What would Cassava have to do to get some attention from management? Issue an open challenge? Try to start something with one of the champions? It’s not like Onika knew any of the other wrestlers well enough to start a series with them…



“Well, I’ll be damned!”



Cassava’s head whips around at the sound of a familiar voice, her jaw dropping, looking as if she’d seen a ghost as she sees Cassandra Beckett leaning against the doorway, smiling warmly.



CASSANDRA BECKETT





Similarly, Cassandra herself had heard a familiar voice and had approached, hoping it was who she thought it was. Realizing that she was recording for a livestream, Cassandra had decided to hang back until the opportunity presented itself to make her presence known.



“Cassava Onika! Small damn world, huh? How the hell are you?” She calls out to her jovially. Onika, however, is not so happy to see her old acquaintance from Arizona, as she has scrambled to her feet and backed up several steps.



“Beckett?! When did you join FAWN?! I didn’t hear anything about this!” Onika blurts out almost in a panic. In response, Cassandra holds up her hands, palms out, in a placating gesture.



“Easy, easy!” she begins, with a calm, soft tone to her voice, almost as if she’d expected that reaction. “I ain’t here to fight ya. To answer your question, I got the call last week. Boss lady wanted me here to finalize the deal.” Seeing that her answer hadn’t calmed her down any, she tries some more small talk. “So, how’s the big leagues treatin’ ya?”



She looks aside, avoiding eye contact. “....Pretty good,” she answered, her voice tentative, but trying to be polite, since Cassandra was keeping up the act, “got a little winning streak going. So, when did they reach out?”



“I told you, sugar.” she chuckles, “I got the call last week.”



The Girl of 1,000 Hip Attacks shakes her head. “No, no...that’s not what I meant. I mean...there had to be a match that got their attention, that prompted them to call you up. They don’t just pluck wrestlers out of the indies at random.”



Cassandra chuckles again, this time she speaks with a hint of pride in her voice, “Well, not to toot my own horn, but I’ve been dominating the Southwest territories for six-plus years. Was only a matter of time before FAWN’d come calling.”



“Yeah, that makes sense…” Cassava nods but is still avoiding eye contact with the woman known as Queen Bitch, a fact that doesn’t escape Cassandra’s notice.



“Aw, come on, babe!” Beckett pleads, her expression changing from cheerful to crestfallen, “I thought we made nice when you left…”



Cassava’s expression changes too, hardening as she raises an eyebrow at Cassandra’s comment. “You raising my hand once doesn’t undo the almost year of you using me as a damn chew toy, Beckett! You made my life a living hell!”



OVER A YEAR AGO



“She ain’t ready! She aint ready! This bitch has got, what, two matches under her belt? She can’t hang with me!”



The Queen Bitch leans arrogantly against the top rope, her arms outstretched, taunting the audience as Cassava Onika struggles to get onto all fours and somehow rally herself to put up a fight against the veteran. Meanwhile, Cassandra Beckett continues to jaw with the screaming fans in the L.A.W arena (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling). While L.A.W is nowhere near big enough to compete with FAWN, the Phoenix based promotion had cultivated a loyal and growing fanbase over the years. About 600 people packed in a grungy arena that provided simple concessions and alcohol booed Cassandra Beckett with building shaking volume. Cassandra loved the fans vitriol in response to her punishment of the green rookie, she walked up and down along the ropes agitating the audience to new levels of hate.



Finally turning her attention back to the rookie, Beckett quickly puts Onika spinning back onto her back with a vicious kick to the ribs. Cassava cries out in agony as she rolls over onto her back, clutching her ribs. Cassandra had always enjoyed punishing an opponent’s abs and tonight was no different, having already worked the poor girl’s tummy over with brutal gut punches, overhanded slaps to the belly, and a cruel belly claw. The Girl of 1,000 Hip Attacks gasps and gulps for air as the Queen Bitch grabs her foot, grinning sadistically.



“You wrestle barefoot ‘cause you ain’t learned how to lace yer boots up? Is that it?” a grinning Cassandra lifts up Onika’s right foot and lightly scratches her sole, sending Cassava into a series of fits as she pitifully tires to free her limb from her bully’s grip. Beckett wrenches the leg high and slams it against the canvas, Cassava lets out an “Aragh!” and cradles her wounded knee. Cassandra takes up a position behind Cassava, her expression of gleeful sadism morphing into angry determination as she looks poised to finally put her prey out of her misery. Finally, she tires of waiting for the spent and brutalized girl to get to her feet, so she helps her up, albeit as roughly as humanly possible, grabbing a tight handful of her multicolored hair



“Oompf!” a kick to the gut forces Onika to double over; Beckett turns her back grasps Cassava by the back of her head and drops to a seated position, banging Cassava’s chin off her shoulder in her patented stunner known as the Bitch Breaker!



BITCH BREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_GkYqSJc



As a starfished Onika struggled to roll onto her side, The Queen Bitch, rather than cover her for the academic pin, stands over her fallen adversary, sticking a finger in her face.



“You ain’t got what takes to last here, honey! You’d be better off as someone’s valet! Showing off that ass in-WHAA?”



As Cassandra was spitting insults in Onika’s face, Cassava grabbed the protruding finger and used to pull Beckett into a small package!



1!

2!

3!?



The crowd thunders in stunned approval as Cassava untangles from her opponent, she seems even more surprised at her victory than the dumbfounded Beckett, who just sits there mouth agape and eyes wide. Onika climbs up the ropes and raises her fist in the air, smiling like she just won a championship.



I can’t believe I won, she thinks. I just pinned a top star in just my-



Pow!

Bonk!

Splat!



Cassandra Beckett drives a clothesline to the back of Cassava’s head, toppling her over the top rope, banging her ass against the apron, and bellyfloping on the concrete. Beckett slips out under the bottom rope and makes for Onika like a raging bull.



“Congratulations, you lucky bitch! Hope you still think it’s worth it when you wake up in the infirmary!”



She drags Cassava up by the hair and pulls her into a knee to the gut, clutching the bent over rookie by the base of the neck she straightens her up and bounces her head against the apron one, two, three, four times! Onika drapes her arms over the mat, the ring the only thing keeping her upright. Unfortunately, this leaves her already brutalized midsection open to further abuse from the Nebraskan Terror, teeing off on Cassava with vicious shots to her belly and kidneys.



“Stupid bitch!” She berates the black girl as she pummels her, “You brought this on yourself, baby!” With that, she takes off her spike-studded belt and, after a pregnant pause to let the anticipation of the abuse that’s to come, she brings it down across Cassava’s back with a brutal SNAP!. And that’s only the beginning, as she whips the poor rookie over and over again, Cassava herself wailing in agony with each lash of the belt. Finally, Cassava regains the presence of mind to try and get away, using what little strength she has left to push Cassandra away to create enough separation to climb over the guardrail and escape through the crowd,



“Ohhhhh, no…” the Queen Bitch growls, dropping the belt, “...this party doesn’t end until I SAY SO!! With that, she hops the guardrail and gives chase to the Girl of 1,000 Hip Attacks, who is crawling away on her hands and knees as fast as she can, not being able to actually run. Unfortunately for her, this means that her hunter catches up with her fairly quickly, planting a boot to the small of her back, pushing her down onto the cold concrete.



“No, no, please….” Cassava weakly begs Cassandra to leave her be, to which the Queen Bitch slowly shakes her head, a sadistic grin on her lips.



“Like I said, sugar,” she replies, as sweet as can be, “you brought this on yourself, and it don’t stop until I say it does.” And with that, she takes a tight handful of Cassava’s hair and draaaags her across the floor. “I’d get on my feet if I were you,” she advises as she drags the poor girl, “or else your knees are gonna be plenty fucked up by the time I’m done with you.” Cassandra neither knows nor cares if Cassava heard her over her own pained screams, but soon enough, Onika does indeed somehow get to her feet. Not for long, though, as Beckett then launches her into a section of empty chairs, the ensuing CRASH! echoing throughout the building.



As Onika lays out languidly amongst the wreckage, Beckett grins at her handiwork and strolls over to a nearby fan. “Hey there,” she says good-naturedly, turning on the charm, “enjoying the show?” When the fan slowly nods yes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Cassandra winks at him and snatches the soda from his hand, “Cool. Mind if I borrow this? Thanks. Just let a vendor know, I’m sure you’ll get a new one.” After playfully caressing the man’s cheek, she turns her attention back to her prey. Closing in on the still barely-moving Cassava, she empties the contents of the cup into the rookie’s face.



“Rise and shine, cupcake! I want you awake for this!” And with that, she grabs Cassava by the waistband of her trunks, creating a major wedgie (not that it’d take much, given Cassava’s massive derriere), and sits down on one of the few chairs that hadn’t been wiped out by Onika’s crash landing, pulling Onika across her lap. Making a show of licking the palm of her hand, Cassandra then brings it down across Cassava’s backside with a sharp slap, causing the flesh beneath to jiggle and causing Cassava herself to cry out. The humiliating spanking continues as the Queen Bitch brings her hand down on Onika’s ass again and again, punctuating each slap with words of derision.



“STUPID! BITCH! DOESN’T! KNOW! HER! PLACE!”



Finally, Cassandra shoves the rookie off her lap and hauls her up to her feet, before hurling her into the nearby wall! Cassava puddles to the floor, sobbing at the abuse she’s suffered as security finally swarms around her to break it up. For her part, Cassandra is content to let that be the end of it...for now. The “for now” part she makes clear as she stands over Onika, bending over to look her in the eye.



“You better strap yourself in, cupcake. We ain’t even close to being done!”



PRESENT DAY



"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry, Cassava? If I could take it all back, I would!" Beckett holds her hands out to Onika as she looks at her imploringly, truly wanting to put the past behind them and start something over. This only infuriates her former victim, this casual dismissal of all her pain and suffering was pouring gasoline on a formerly small fire.



"This is literally the first time I've heard you say you're sorry, and I don't forgive you yet!"

She answers, the cocktail of anger, shame, and fear flowing in her veins putting a haze over Cassava’s mind; Not the type to start fights backstage, Beckett’s presence demanded she try and balance the extremely lopsided scales between them. She wasn’t going to being back to a punching bag after she just started building a reputation as a threat. Cassava invaded Beckett’s personal space, staring up hatefully into her eyes, an action that shocked and hurt Cassandra. Even when Cassandra was at her worst, Cassava never once looked at her like that. “Sorry’s not a magic word that just erases every horrible thing you’ve done. You think you can just walk up to with ‘sorry bout that’ and it’s all over?”



Beckett pushed down the conflicting urges to walk away, and to hit first. She wanted to make things better, but she wasn’t going to let herself get pushed around, especially on her first day in FAWN. "If this is the first time you've heard it, you ain't been listening. And don't square up to me like that! I don't want to fight you, girl!"



Cassandra chests up to Onika, forcing her back a step. The milk chocolate woman felt a stab of fear go through her heart and tries to cover it up with aggression. "We’re about five backstage ambushes past you getting to decide if, or when, we fight." Cassava digs in with her classic Kylie Sanders Trainers, chesting Beckett to her starting point and a step beyond. Beckett grits her teeth, biting back the insults on the tip of her tongue. Her hands shaking with restrained fury. She came to start fresh and build a relationship, and it’s all burning down the moment she crossed the threshold.



"Bethany's looking for a match for me next week...given her sick mind, I'm guessing she brought you in, so we can start things up again.” At this point Cassava was just falling into her own momentum. Part of her would fine if she never saw Beckett again but if she stopped talking, she’d go back to being afraid.



"God dammit!! I said I don't wanna fight you!" Cassandra shuts her eyes and steps back, hands on her hips. She shakes her head and speaks in an exasperated tone, "No...no, we're not doing this. I saw you here, thought I'd say hi and hold out an olive branch. If there's too much water under that bridge, then fine. Have a nice fucking life, Cassava."



Becket turns to leave but Cassava grabs her by the shoulder and spins back to face her, “Oh no! You're not just gonna walk away and take the high road after everything you've done to me! Water under the bridge!!!?” Cassava yells, shocked by her callousness, “You didn't scratch my car, you made my life hell!" Onika jabs a finger into the upper swell of Cassandra’s right breast, Beckett looks at the invading finger with a glare that could melt steel.



"Last warning, Cassava, back off! I don't wanna fight you, but I ain't gonna let you push me around, just because I feel bad about what I did to you!"



Onika lifts the finger from Beckett’s breast and points it up at her flaring nose, “Push YOU around!? You delusional bitch!” she spits venom at her.



“Get that fucking finger out of my face if you wanna keep it!” Cassandra growls, speaking with less volume than she’d been using previously but still seeming closer to the breaking point.



“What are you gonna do, huh?” asks Cassava, oblivious to the dangerous tone rising in Beckett’s voice “You gonna take out that belt? Huh?? Maybe attack me while I’m undressing for the tenth time-“



Finally having enough of having her attempts at reconciliation thrown into her face, Beckett surges forward, wrapping her right hand around Onika’s throat and slamming her against the nearest wall! The black girl scrabbles at the Nebraskan’s wrist with both hands, trying to prise her choking grip loose, eyes wide in shock at the suddenness of the attack.



“Get it through your skull! I ain't that person anymore! And I... DON'T...WANNA..FIGHT YOU!! You want payback? I can understand that. But let's do it in the ring. Beat me if you can, but I'm not gonna just roll over for you. Keep this sorta shit up, babe, and you're gonna get hurt.”



Once Cassandra takes her hand off Onika’s throat and backs up a couple steps, she answers.



“I don't need you roll over,” Cassava says, massaging her throat, “and I've already been hurt. By you. Time for you know what it's like.” Cassava tries to look intimidating as she walks the perimeter of the room to get to the door, not wanting to show her back to Cassandra due to past encounters.



“You don't get it…” Cassandra sighs, her head hung low, “Alright...you need your pound of flesh? Come get it. All Hallow's Evil, you and me. Just remember that you asked for this. I'm sorry.”



“You’re gonna be,” Cassava dismisses Becketts last attempt at reconciliation as she walks out the room.



“You don't get it...I already am...” she answers, a defeated tone to her voice, before adding in voice so quiet that if you stood right next to her you wouldn’t hear it.



“That's twice now that you've broken my heart...”