Post by dsb on Nov 11, 2018 21:56:31 GMT
KICKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
The bouncy rap stylings of Adam Warrock mix with the cheers of the crowd as Cassava Onika steps through the curtains. The full-figured fighter displaying none of her trademarked enthusiasm and mock martial arts, instead she has an expression of grim determination etched on her face, standing with fists clenched staring hard at the ring envisioning how she’ll finally put away her recently resurfaced tormenter. Turning her back to the camera she points both index fingers at her weapon of choice and nature - her booty shorts stretching derriere. At the center of each cheek was the airbrushed face of her nightmares Cassandra Beckett, emphasising the taunt with a solitary and crowd-pleasing butt clench, she turns and walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way not wanting to forget her fans even in crucial moments.
“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing at 5 feet and 2 inches tall, weighing in at 125 lbs, the woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!!”
CASSAVA ONIKA
Cassava slides into the ring and does a few runs of the ropes to limber up and get a feel for their tension, as she waits for Beckett to enter she shadow boxes to psyche herself up. It’s not going to be like it was in Phoenix she thinks, I got a lot more experience now and I’ve got my style down. I’m not her punching bag, I’m not her shower buddy. Onika subconsciously starts practicing Karate’s basic front kick the Mae Geri, her unspoken fear of the coming battle making her old martial arts training leak out. Something that usually only happened in moments of extreme anger.
MAE GERI KEAGE (@ 1:55): www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPvd0-ATYSA
As Onika’s music fades, a low buzz rises amongst the FAWNatics, as they await the arrival of FAWN’s newest wrestler and Cassava’s opponent tonight. The smattering of fans that are familiar with Onika’s opponent become slightly disappointed when the bouncy guitars of Silversun Pickup’s “Cannibal” did not play over the speakers. Instead, it is Chris Jericho’s sibilant voice that they hear.
I’m becom-I’m becom-I’m becoming
I’m becom-I’m becom-I’m becoming
JUDAS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqURPBtGJzg&list=RDlqURPBtGJzg&start_radio=1
As Fozzy’s “Judas” blasts through FAWN Arena, Cassava’s former tormentor strides onto the stage as the ring announcer heralds her arrival.
“And her opponent...From Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-four pounds...Making her FAWN debut, please welcome “The Queen Bitch” CASSANDRA BECKETT!!
CASSANDRA BECKETT
Cassandra is wearing her standard ring gear for her debut match. Black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with “BITCH” written across her ass, and black boots. The Queen Bitch takes a few steps down the entrance ramp, and then stops, eyes locked on Cassava, who is leaning on the ropes and shouting at Cassandra to “Come on!” Cassandra strokes her chin, deep in thought, a maelstrom of emotions playing across her eyes and face. Determination, sadness, trepidation, anger, heartache, all flashing across her face as she watches her foe thoughtfully. Fans’ reactions to the newcomer, meanwhile, is mixed. Always excited to see a new face make their debut, the fans do, however, bristle at both Beckett’s chosen monicker and her opponent for the night, as Onika has quite the fan following. After standing in the entranceway for long moments, Cassandra finally sighs deeply and nods to herself before advancing on the ring. As she climbs into the ring, Cassava bails and stares daggers at the object of her nightmares as she raises a joyless fist to mixed applause.
Cassava does a split onto the ring apron and slides back into the ring, keeping her eyes on Beckett, expecting to be jumped at any second. She bounces to her feet, her generous cleavage both in front and behind jiggling as she does so, and quickly backs into the corner opposite from her opponent. She even foregores her playful ritual of flirting with the referee during the pre-match inspection, instead pointing an angry finger in Cassandra’s direction.
“You wanna tell me that you’ve changed, but you’re still calling yourself “Queen Bitch”, you fucking hypocrite!?” she shouts at her, outraged at the perceived deception.
Cassandra responds merely by holding her hands out in a not-quite shrug. “Can’t make amends for the past if I pretend it didn’t happen, sugar.” she replies. “That’s the cross I gotta bear for now.”
Cassava would have rolled her eyes at that statement, but experience told her to never take her eyes off self-proclaimed former bitch. “Yeah, the last time you extended that olive branch you spanked me with it,” Onika sharply replies as she backs into a corner for the referee’s pat down.
Beckett cast her eyes down and bit her cheek to stop herself from apologizing or screaming at her. Cassandra genuinely wants to redeem herself for her past actions and start things anew, but the person she wants to make up with the most hates her more than anyone. The worst thing is Cassandra can’t blame her, that olive branch was not a metaphor.
“I really took things too far, too many times,” Beckett mutters to herself as the official checked her for weapons. The pre-fight examination finally over with, the bells rings and both fighters
step out of their corners, Cassava immediately starts circling the ring with Beckett following suit. The two women coming together in a slowly collapsing spiral, their bellies briefly slapping together as they tie up in a loud “Smeck!” Cassavva in these opening moments trying to run THROUGH Beckett while the Nebraska Native was putting all her effort into ending the match without her hurting her former victim.
Throughout their extremely lopsided feud it’s been firmly established that Cassandra has a stronger upper body, but Cassava has stronger legs, resulting in a spinning and twisting elbow and collar tie up that traversed all four corners of the ring and nearly trampled the ref in its intensity. Nearing the southwest corner Becket pops her hips and lifts Onika into a turn that hits the turns buckles with a ‘Thud”. She holds the smaller woman there for a count of 2 before breaking the hold and slowly walking backwards with hands raised. Longtime fans of the Queen Bitch were very surprised at the clean exit; Cassava, incensed that that she lost the first maneuver gritted her teeth, she ran for a single leg takedown, only for Beckett to side step and take her down with a wastlock. Cassandra floats over cinching in a front facelock and a half nelson on Onika’s right arm, using the two points she flips her onto her back lies on top of Cassava’s chest in a crossbody pin. The ref goes for the pinfall, but a shove from Cassava launches Cassandra in the air for before a one count. Beckett lands on all fours and gets up in a blink while Onika kips up runs straight for the ropes, Cassandra stays rooted to the spot deciding defense is the better strategy.
Onika sprints towards the ropes, spins mid stride and hits them with her back, rebounding off them to speed toward her enemy like a missile. Fans and Cassandra are expecting a clothesline but Onika spins again for a signature running hip check! Just as Cassava was about to give Beckett the bum’s rush, the Phoenix native sidesteps like a matador letting the smaller woman breeze by into the ropes. Onika adjusts seamlessly using the ropes give to convert her hipcheck to a powerful spear that pierces Cassandra midsec-Beckett rolls with tackle turning it into a pin!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6x7b_eoaFM&index=165&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=37s 0:20
Cassava’s vaunted backside is wiggling in the air as Beckett has one leg scissored and the other in the pit of her right elbow. The official gets to one and a half before Cassava powers out of the pin attempt. Beckett rolls to her side and gets to her feet moments before a frustrated Cassava, who fires a high kick to the right side of her head blocked just in time with a bent arm. The force of the blow causing Cassandra to stumble, with her attention usually on Onika’s rolling backside she often forgets how powerful her legs are. Cassava takes advantage by dropping to canvas in a rolling leg sweep that makes Beckett cartwheel in the air and land hard on her left shoulder.
ROLLING LEG SWEEP www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUc7fN1PQB8 2:20
Cassandra grits her teeth and struggles to her knees to stop a roundhouse kick from a kipped-up Cassava with a boxer’s guard, the sound of the Sri Lankan woman’s shin bouncing off Cassandra’s arms reverberates into the stands as Onika fires kick after kick. Each blow stopped by Cassandra’s increasingly numb arms and shins, as she rises under the furious barrage. Beckett finally reaches her full height shaking out her beaten limbs, as she backpedals to regroup and try to calm Cassava down. The Superfan rapidly approached looking to take out Cassandra’s ankles with a low kick; the former Queen Bitch does a quick hop to avoid the sculpted gam but she may have fallen for a feint, Onika uses the momentum of the kick to shift into a discus clothesline! Kylie’s number one fan spins like a milk chocolate tornado, looking to remove Cassandra’s head from her shoulders… and it may have had it connected, Beckett ducks at just the right moment, Onika’s arm just clipping her dark locks.
With Cassava facing away, Beckett goes back to back while hooking her for a backslide pin. Arms locked Cassandra knelt and went forehead to mat, sliding Onika’s shoulders down for the third pin of match. Cassava’s legs bicycled in the air as the ref counts one, two-Cassava crunches her core enough to roll back out of the pin! Both women make it to all fours and make eye contact, communicating frustration for very different reasons, with a snarl, Cassava all but pounces on to the White woman making them roll across the mat. The crowd at this point was incensed by the fight’s passion, and their roar was peppered with chants of “Catfight! Catfight!” as the pair of wrestlers rolled to and fro. The entire time in their spinning embrace Cassandra held back Onika by the wrists, keeping her grasping fingers centimeters away from her face. On a rotation where Cassava’s back hits the mat she works her legs in-between her and Cassandra, with the soles of her feet on Beckett’s chest Onika launches her into the air with a leg lift. Cassandra lands hard on her back then rolls on to her hip with a grimace, the contrasting duo keep their distance for the moment to catch their breath.
“What the hell are you doing!? You think you can pin me without doing a single move?” An increasingly offended Cassava asks as she pulls herself up with the nearest strands.
"I don't want to fight you, but at the same time, I ain't just going to let you beat me." With one hand at the small of her back Beckett slowly ascends to full height.
"I don't need you to let me, I can beat you on my own!" Cassava walks forward a few steps to the center of the ring, Beckett’s path of least resistance clearly getting under her skin.
"Then do it! Prove you can out-wrestle me, then, because I ain't gonna throw hands. I don't wanna hurt you any more than I already have." Cassandra brings her arms up for a tie up, looking to make this a purely grappling affair.
Biting back a snort Cassava raises an eyebrow with her hands on her hips, “The last truce you asked for ended up with me naked in my own locker."
"Ain't a truce, baby, it's how it is. You do what you gotta do, and I'll do the same." Cassandra answers back with pleading eyes. Onika is silent for moment, weighing the possibilities before approaching slowly, looking to complete the elbow and collar tie up.
They embraced silently, feet straining for leverage against each other in a bid for control in this tense “Cold War” period of their match. Cassava dipped a knee for moment to take control of Beckett’s left wing in a wrist lock cum armbar; forcing the Nebraskan to genuflect. Grimacing Cassandra slaps her shoulder to alleviate the pain before going into a forward roll, bridges, then kips up to reverse the hold into a hammerlock. Onika rises to the tips of her toes, jostling and backpedaling for a rope break despite the biting sensation in her shoulder. Cassandra places her right foot in the pit of Cassava’s right knee and forces her down, adding in a nerve pinch with her free hand to Onika’s right trapezius, creating a dominating image for the hard camera. Cassandra didn’t have much of plan besides this cease-fire, she didn’t want to lose but she didn’t want to hurt Cassava anymore, Beckett was between a rock and a perfectly shaped ass.
Choking back a grunt, Cassava rises a few inches off her knee and spins behind Beckett to escape the nerve pinch and reverse the hammerlock, holding it for a few seconds the dyed blonde floats over to a front face lock and forcing the brunette down to all fours. Onika spins to face away from Beckett and cinches in a side headlock in a seated position, making sure to shake the hold to grind a bit of her hip into Cassandra’s cheek as a taunt. Little did she know that despite the pain the former Queen Bitch loved any contact with the Social Media Star’s main weapon. Beckett manages to inch her way to the side juuust enough to press the toe of her boot to rope. Cassava releases the hold as soon as the word “Break” finishes leaving the official’s mouth, letting go of Cassandra’s neck and rolling away past center ring. The two women rise to their feet amidst strong applause, the crowd loving the sharp turn to technical wrestling from high speed action.
So far, so good, Cassandra thinks as she shakes the tension from her shoulders. The brunette nods her head at the Iowan in thanks for the trust and new détente. Cassava returns the gesture, if begrudgingly, then crouches in a ready position. Cassandra follows and the two tread towards each other at an even pace. The contrasting duo paw the air in front of them, angling for a better grip and slapping away the other’s efforts, clasping a tie up moments long before breaking it. Onika forces a clinch to force her personal demon back a step, then breaks it for a single leg takedown into a waistlock, lying Cassandra belly to mat. Rapidly flipping her over; Onika threads an arm between Beckett’s legs and over one shoulder for control, which is swiftly lost as the Queen B rolls the two over for a lateral pin. Before the referee and can get to his knees, Cassava twists free and goes to wrap Beckett’s right stem but the brunette slides away at the last second, ensnaring her in a front face lock.
Cassandra drags the bootyful woman a little higher on her knees before transitioning to a side headlock which Cassava escapes almost instantly slipping onto her back for another waistlock. After a few breathtaking squeezes Cassandra breaks the grasp and flips Onika over for a pin which Cassava converts into an armlock which Beckett reverses, and so on they went for three straight minutes. Going hold for hold, counter for counter, a plethora of grappling technique
often taken for granted in today’s high flying, high impact dominated wrestling culture. The old rivals push away from each other simultaneously, both needing a breather and a beat to restrategize. The fans in attendance giving a loud applause of respect for clinic demonstrated for them that would have Olivia Dare nodding in approval.
Cassandra had to try hard not to break into a smile, this was going well! Things have started off rocky, but it looks like Onika was on her way to trusting her, and the FAWN audience got to see her as something other than the “Bitch” persona she carefully cultivated over the years. The pin-pricking anger behind Onika’s eyes had subsided to a trickle during the last few minutes, it would be a long time before they could have something that resembled friendship, but cordiality could be achieved. Cassava assumes the ready position and beckons the sexy former sadist with a small wave of her fingers, Cassandra nods and backs into the ropes for an extra boost, launching off them into a light sprint. Onika waits for Beckett till she’s a few feet away and burst forward, trapping Beckett then flipping her in a Japanese arm drag.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfP7AuWcbAQ
When Cassandra gets up Onika is already on her, grabbing her right wrist and slinging her away with a deep Irish whip sending her dashing to the opposite ropes with Cassava following closely behind. Just before Beckett hits the ropes Cassava drops down to her stomach acting as a roadblock for Cassandra’s return trip; Beckett turns to hits the strands with her back and practically leaps like a ballet dancer (Jeté) over the bump of the Iowan’s rump, and runs full speed to the parallel set of cables. Onika burpees to her feet and rushes to center ring, prepping for a Back Body Drop. Unluckily she telegraphed the move just a shade too soon as the White woman hops into the air to leapfrog over for a sunset flip.
In what she would remember as a tragic turn of events; Cassandra’s left leg which was weakened earlier by Onika’s earlier salvos, buckles as her feet push off the surface, making her jump extremely uneven. Her leapfrog to sunset flip converting to a powerful knee strike to Cassava’s forehead!
The blow connecting with a THUNK that reverberated throughout the stadium, the crowd responding to the unsettling sight and sound with a collective groan. Cassava rockets back in 270 degrees in a painful arc, collapsing in a heap, hands cradling her throbbing head making sure it’s not dented. Cassandra lay on her side clutching her knee, the hurt from the accidental blow taking a backseat to the shame and horror that the tentative peace she reached with her rookie rival was just shattered. By her own hand even.
The classic beauty from Nebraska hobbles to one foot and limps over to the writhing Cassava.
“I’m so sorry!” Beckett pleas to a rising Onika, her head bowed. “That was an accident! I didn’t mean toaAH!” The secret lovechild of Kylie Sanders and Lakeshia Bates rolls in a forward somersault, extending her leg and BASHING her heel on the bridge of Beckett’s nose!
KOPPU KICK www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5gmtHXqAvk&index=165&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=0s
Eyes watering Cassandra stumbled backward till she fell on her shapely ass, knocked nearly senseless her checked her face for damage on pure instinct. Onika stood with fists clenched, shaking with rage. “I knew it! I knew it! Every time I think I can trust you, you stab me in the back!”
Cassandra puts a hand away from her face to wave frantically at the enraged Superfan. “No! I tripped, I- “
Cassava snatches her hand out of the air and yanks Beckett to two feet. Keeping a two-handed grip on the limb, Onika steps behind her while spinning to add a painful twist and YANKS the arm back and down, slamming Cassandra to the mat shoulder first.
CHASING PAVEMENTS (@ 0:15): www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1WaARYsyaI
Beckett lays stunned left cheek to mat, ass elevated in air, as Onika takes a beat to plan her public vivisection of tis Caucasian bitch. Cassandra slowly works to a three-point stance as the dyed blonde approaches behind her; sidling to Beckett’s left she threads Cassandra’s left arm between her own legs by the wrist, and traps Cassandra’s right arm behind her left shoulder. Pausing a moment to let the crowd drink it in, Onika lifts the woman by the two handholds till Beckett’s navel was in her eyeline, then drives her down as she takes a knee, bisecting Cassandra’s spine with her thigh.
PUMPHANDLE BACKBREAKER (@1:19): www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebkuBgtKlfc&t=76s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=18
Beckett let’s out a wail as she’s bent over Cassava’s leg, hands automatically going to her back as the Milk Chocolate Mauler straightens her up by the hair. Onika steps in front of the pained Beckett facing away from her, reaching back and securing Cassandra’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock with her right arm, locking her chin into the center of Onika’s bronze bicep. Cassava Snapmares her forward onto her ass while rolling with her to a standing position between Cassandra’s wide-open legs. Cassava bends over sharply thrusting back her hips; bringing her favorite weapon to bear for the first time this match, hitting Beckett in the face with the force of a heavyweight boxer, the back of her head landing hard against the mat. (Hip attack 506)
PEACH PUNCH www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGo2uVeqMzk&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=194&t=0s
“What a difference a few matches make, right? I’m not who I used to be either, “baby”; things are going to be different around here.” Seeing their proximity to a corner, Onika collects Cassandra’s crumpled form and sends her to the buckles with a short but powerful clothesline. Beckett turns at the last moment saving her tits from a bad landing but forced to take the bump on her sore back, the stabbing pain along her spine forcing eyes to close. When she opened them, Cassava was nearly upon her, racing forward, breasts a-wobbling in her white beater.
As soon as Cassava saw the whites of Beckett’s eye she jumped and turned mid-air, landing on the middle rope, the cheeks of her ass lightly smacking Cassandra’s face and framing her nose. Onika grabs the top rope for leverage, pushes her tush back grrriinds it in. Making sure to form a tight seal around the outer rides of her face; Cassava tenses and turn the face scrub to a steel vice, Cassandra’s muffled cries could just be heard by the referee as she slapped and pushed at the extremely spankable ass enveloping her head.
At the official’s count of four Cassava dives to the mat rolling of the impact leaving Beckett greasy faced and panting, moments after landing Onika runs back leaps and crushing Cassandra’s stomach with a hipcheck! (hip attack 453)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zF70LM2b3RE&t=0s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=39
The battered Nebraskan gasps for air as she puddles to the mat and rolls out of the ring to try and create some separation between them. Cassava, meanwhile, was content to just hang out i the ring, playing to the crowd, a gleeful smirk on her face at having gotten the better of her tormentor for the time being. As she collects herself on the ring apron, a realization dawns on her. She knows full well what a devastating weapon Cassava’s massive backside can be. Indeed, when she clenched down mere moments ago, well...Cassandra’s been the victim of the dreaded Iron Claw a number of times in the course of her career, and what she just felt at the hands...er, cheeks...of Cassava felt worse than any Iron Claw by at least tenfold. However, she now realizes that before she clamped down, the Milk Chocolate Mauler was simply shoving her ass into her face and literally rubbing her face in it, meant only to humiliate, rather than damage.
Upon reaching this conclusion, Cassandra began visibly boiling over, which caused Cassava to chuckle mirthfully. She slaps her hands on the mat in frustration and gestures to her opponent. “You didn’t have to do that, Cassava!” she calls to her, a mix of anger and hurt in her voice. “I already told you it was an accident!”
“Oh, please,” Cassava is quick to answer, rolling her eyes, “as if I’d take your word for it.” She then takes the opportunity to twist the knife some more, “What’s the matter, “sugar”?” she taunts, “Big bad Queen Bitch can dish it out, but she can’t take it? Tch...pathet-uhhhh, what are you doing?”
Cassava’s jovial, mocking expression falls away and she backs away from the ropes a bit, concerned and shocked. If Cassandra had heard Cassava’s last taunt, it wasn’t clear. What was clear was that the former Queen Bitch had reached her breaking point. The Nebraskan Terror was doubled over, tearing at her own hair.
“RRRRRRRGHHHH!!!” she roared in rage and agony, “WHAT GOOD IS IT TO TRY AND CHANGE IF NOBODY BELIEVES IT???!!!” With that, she let out a horrific gutteral noise that chills those within earshot to the bone, and she slams her own head against the steel ringpost over and over again. From the safety of the farthest corner, Cassava watches the tableau, wide-eyed and jaw agape. Over the near year that Beckett had made Onika’s life miserable, she had certainly seen her tormentor angry, but this? This was on a whole new level.
A WEEK AFTER CASSAVA’S UPSET WIN
The bouncing guitars of Silversun Pickups’ “Cannibal” blared over the PA system as the Queen Bitch stormed through the curtains and stomped down to the ring, her face a mask of rage and determination, as Cassava Onika waited in the ring. Immediately after the brutal beatdown that Cassandra Beckett had inflicted upon Cassava for the crime of seizing victory from the jaws of defeat at the veteran’s expense, Cassandra had demanded a rematch with the rookie to prove that her win was a fluke.
As soon as she climbed through the ropes, Beckett made a beeline for Cassava, saying nothing as the blows past the referee and cracks Onika in the jaw with a right hook that staggered the premiere member of the Kylie Corps and knocked her back into the corner. She continued to hammer her with clubbing forearms across her chest as the ref hurriedly signaled for the bell, starting the match. Finally, Cassandra brought her foe out of the corner, albeit roughly, YANKING her by the hair and tossing her from one end of the ring to the other. Cassava yelped at the hairpull (not to mention the hard landing) and rolled upon impact with themat, and then scooted back into the corner to sit up, massaging her burning scalp. The relentless former champ didn’t give her a moment to breathe, however, as she immediately broke into a dash across the ring, leaping into Cassava, crotch to face. She then bounced up and down on the rookie’s chest in a humiliating Bronco Buster.
BRONCO BUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYMIC6SIGVg
Once she had her “fun”, riding Onika’s face, she rolled backwards and to her feet, and quickly advanced on her prey once more, hauling her to her feet, again by her hair. She then gave an exaggerated lick of her palm before unleashing a pair of vicious knife-edge chops to the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s chest, causing her to cry out and flail in pain. The Queen Bitch then launched Onika, Irish whipping her into the opposite corner, causing her body to shudder from the impact. Beckett quickly followed it up with a running Yakuza Kick to the still-stunned Cassava.
YAKUZA KICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRYbfxKsAh8
Cassandra then dragged the groggy rookie out of the corner and applied a front facelock. Throwing Cassava’s right arm over her head and gripping the waistband of her shorts for leverage, creating a minor wedgie as a result, Cassandra then lifted the petite Iowan in a vertical suplex position, then unceremoniously dropped her across the top rope, hanging her out to dry. Cassava let out a gasp as the air rushed from her lungs as tummy met steel and rubber, only to feel the sole of Cassandra’s boot on the side of her face once more, as the veteran launched into another running Yakuza Kick. The battered girl tumbled head over heels to the inside of the ring and curled up into a ball as she tried to gather the strength to try and fight back against this onslaught. Meanwhile, Cassandra took up a crouching stance just behind Cassava, waiting for her opponent to rise. When she did, she spun the girl around by her shoulder, flipped her off, then delivered her patented Bitch Breaker finishing maneuver.
BITCH BREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_GkYqSJc
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Unlike in their first encounter, Cassandra wasted no time with posing or trash talk. She simply covered the beaten girl, sitting up beside her as her name was being announced as the victor. She playfully flipped some of the barely-conscious Onika’s hair aside, so she could look at the pretty Sri Lankan in her fluttering eyes, before delivering the first and only words from the Queen Bitch of the night.
“Congratulations, rookie. Last week, you made an enemy of the Queen Bitch. If you survive, then maybe you got a future in this business.” And with that parting warning, she slapped Onika hard across the face, got to her feet, and stormed out of the ring, her fury having barely been quelled...for now.
PRESENT DAY
The match has ground to a complete halt as Cassandra rages on the outside of the ring, lashing out on any inanimate object she comes across so that she doesn’t inadvertently hurt an actual person. She pounds her fists on the announce table several times, her anguished screams sending Gordy and Joanne scrambling. She then tears one of the monitors from its moorings, and dropkicks it (in a football sense, rather than a wrestling one) impressively into the second row. Cassandra hops a bit after the dropkick, the ill-advised display luckily avoiding breaking her foot. However, as she turns her head, she sees Cassava, still standing in the corner, still looking as shocked as everyone else in the building, and she becomes laser-focused.
“YOU!!” She growls, prompting an apprehensive groan from the FAWNatics, and Cassava’s confidence and bravado to melt away, looking like a deer in the headlights of Beckett’s oncoming truck.
“Whoa! Whoa! WHOA!! WHOA!!” Cassava puts her hands up, unable to back up any further, as Cassandra slides into the ring under the bottom rope and makes for her target with a speed that belies her fatigue. Running purely on adrenaline and animus, the reawakened Queen Bitch levels Onika with rapid-fire right hands to her face, finally backing off at Long’s four-count. She quickly wades back in, though, delivering a pair of brutally sharp slaps that echo off the walls of FAWN Arena and grabbing two tight handfuls of her hair.
“YOU WANTED THE QUEEN BITCH SO BADLY, CASSAVA?!!” She shouted in her face, tears streaming down her own, “WELL HERE SHE IS!!” She then resumes brutalizing the Milk Chocolate Mauler, peppering her face, chest, and tummy with shot after shot. Most upsetting in the midst of all this, to those watching, is the realization that Cassandra is actually crying, taking heaving sobs in between dressing her opponent down. “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, CASSAVA??!! WELL, IS IT??!! ANSWER ME!!!” She screams as she finally relents, letting Cassava slump back into the corner, the turnbuckles the only things keeping her on her feet. Onika’s only response is to groan in agony, leading to another fit of sobs from the Queen Bitch. For their part, the crowd is stunned into silence, not just from the brutality of the beating Beckett is handing out, but also the frankly baffling behavior on display from the Nebraskan. Finally, Cassandra swallows hard and blinks back more tears, before spinning Cassava out of the corner by her shoulders, kicking her in the gut, and mercifully finishing this confusing display with a Bitch Breaker.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
“Ladies and gentlemen...Your winner, via pinfall...CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
Cassandra sits back beside Cassava, not accepting Craig’s hand to help her up or even raise it in victory. She looks down at the half-conscious form of her fallen opponent, a mournful look of longing on her face. She gingerly reaches down to caress her pretty face and move a couple strands of hair from it.
“I didn’t want this, Cassava…” she croaks, “...I didn’t want any of this. Why? Why did you have to keep pushing me?”
Presently, Casava’s eyelids flutter open. As she processes the scene before her, her eyes go wide with panic, seeing her longtime tormentor sitting above her. Although Cassandra makes no move against her, Cassava nonetheless scrambles to get away from her.
“Crazy bitch.” Cassava spits. Cassandra tearfully reaches out to her, beginning to open her mouth to reply, before she’s cut off by Onika. “Save it. Just...just stay the hell away from me.” With that, fearing further abuse, she rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, and runs back up the entrance ramp as fast as her legs will carry her, leaving Cassandra alone in the ring. Beckett finally breaks down, throwing herself down onto the mat, covering her face with her hand as her anguished sobs echo through the Arena.
The bouncy rap stylings of Adam Warrock mix with the cheers of the crowd as Cassava Onika steps through the curtains. The full-figured fighter displaying none of her trademarked enthusiasm and mock martial arts, instead she has an expression of grim determination etched on her face, standing with fists clenched staring hard at the ring envisioning how she’ll finally put away her recently resurfaced tormenter. Turning her back to the camera she points both index fingers at her weapon of choice and nature - her booty shorts stretching derriere. At the center of each cheek was the airbrushed face of her nightmares Cassandra Beckett, emphasising the taunt with a solitary and crowd-pleasing butt clench, she turns and walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way not wanting to forget her fans even in crucial moments.
“From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing at 5 feet and 2 inches tall, weighing in at 125 lbs, the woman of 1000 hip attacks, Cassava Onika!!”
CASSAVA ONIKA
Cassava slides into the ring and does a few runs of the ropes to limber up and get a feel for their tension, as she waits for Beckett to enter she shadow boxes to psyche herself up. It’s not going to be like it was in Phoenix she thinks, I got a lot more experience now and I’ve got my style down. I’m not her punching bag, I’m not her shower buddy. Onika subconsciously starts practicing Karate’s basic front kick the Mae Geri, her unspoken fear of the coming battle making her old martial arts training leak out. Something that usually only happened in moments of extreme anger.
MAE GERI KEAGE (@ 1:55): www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPvd0-ATYSA
As Onika’s music fades, a low buzz rises amongst the FAWNatics, as they await the arrival of FAWN’s newest wrestler and Cassava’s opponent tonight. The smattering of fans that are familiar with Onika’s opponent become slightly disappointed when the bouncy guitars of Silversun Pickup’s “Cannibal” did not play over the speakers. Instead, it is Chris Jericho’s sibilant voice that they hear.
I’m becom-I’m becom-I’m becoming
I’m becom-I’m becom-I’m becoming
JUDAS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqURPBtGJzg&list=RDlqURPBtGJzg&start_radio=1
As Fozzy’s “Judas” blasts through FAWN Arena, Cassava’s former tormentor strides onto the stage as the ring announcer heralds her arrival.
“And her opponent...From Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-four pounds...Making her FAWN debut, please welcome “The Queen Bitch” CASSANDRA BECKETT!!
CASSANDRA BECKETT
Cassandra is wearing her standard ring gear for her debut match. Black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with “BITCH” written across her ass, and black boots. The Queen Bitch takes a few steps down the entrance ramp, and then stops, eyes locked on Cassava, who is leaning on the ropes and shouting at Cassandra to “Come on!” Cassandra strokes her chin, deep in thought, a maelstrom of emotions playing across her eyes and face. Determination, sadness, trepidation, anger, heartache, all flashing across her face as she watches her foe thoughtfully. Fans’ reactions to the newcomer, meanwhile, is mixed. Always excited to see a new face make their debut, the fans do, however, bristle at both Beckett’s chosen monicker and her opponent for the night, as Onika has quite the fan following. After standing in the entranceway for long moments, Cassandra finally sighs deeply and nods to herself before advancing on the ring. As she climbs into the ring, Cassava bails and stares daggers at the object of her nightmares as she raises a joyless fist to mixed applause.
Cassava does a split onto the ring apron and slides back into the ring, keeping her eyes on Beckett, expecting to be jumped at any second. She bounces to her feet, her generous cleavage both in front and behind jiggling as she does so, and quickly backs into the corner opposite from her opponent. She even foregores her playful ritual of flirting with the referee during the pre-match inspection, instead pointing an angry finger in Cassandra’s direction.
“You wanna tell me that you’ve changed, but you’re still calling yourself “Queen Bitch”, you fucking hypocrite!?” she shouts at her, outraged at the perceived deception.
Cassandra responds merely by holding her hands out in a not-quite shrug. “Can’t make amends for the past if I pretend it didn’t happen, sugar.” she replies. “That’s the cross I gotta bear for now.”
Cassava would have rolled her eyes at that statement, but experience told her to never take her eyes off self-proclaimed former bitch. “Yeah, the last time you extended that olive branch you spanked me with it,” Onika sharply replies as she backs into a corner for the referee’s pat down.
Beckett cast her eyes down and bit her cheek to stop herself from apologizing or screaming at her. Cassandra genuinely wants to redeem herself for her past actions and start things anew, but the person she wants to make up with the most hates her more than anyone. The worst thing is Cassandra can’t blame her, that olive branch was not a metaphor.
“I really took things too far, too many times,” Beckett mutters to herself as the official checked her for weapons. The pre-fight examination finally over with, the bells rings and both fighters
step out of their corners, Cassava immediately starts circling the ring with Beckett following suit. The two women coming together in a slowly collapsing spiral, their bellies briefly slapping together as they tie up in a loud “Smeck!” Cassavva in these opening moments trying to run THROUGH Beckett while the Nebraska Native was putting all her effort into ending the match without her hurting her former victim.
Throughout their extremely lopsided feud it’s been firmly established that Cassandra has a stronger upper body, but Cassava has stronger legs, resulting in a spinning and twisting elbow and collar tie up that traversed all four corners of the ring and nearly trampled the ref in its intensity. Nearing the southwest corner Becket pops her hips and lifts Onika into a turn that hits the turns buckles with a ‘Thud”. She holds the smaller woman there for a count of 2 before breaking the hold and slowly walking backwards with hands raised. Longtime fans of the Queen Bitch were very surprised at the clean exit; Cassava, incensed that that she lost the first maneuver gritted her teeth, she ran for a single leg takedown, only for Beckett to side step and take her down with a wastlock. Cassandra floats over cinching in a front facelock and a half nelson on Onika’s right arm, using the two points she flips her onto her back lies on top of Cassava’s chest in a crossbody pin. The ref goes for the pinfall, but a shove from Cassava launches Cassandra in the air for before a one count. Beckett lands on all fours and gets up in a blink while Onika kips up runs straight for the ropes, Cassandra stays rooted to the spot deciding defense is the better strategy.
Onika sprints towards the ropes, spins mid stride and hits them with her back, rebounding off them to speed toward her enemy like a missile. Fans and Cassandra are expecting a clothesline but Onika spins again for a signature running hip check! Just as Cassava was about to give Beckett the bum’s rush, the Phoenix native sidesteps like a matador letting the smaller woman breeze by into the ropes. Onika adjusts seamlessly using the ropes give to convert her hipcheck to a powerful spear that pierces Cassandra midsec-Beckett rolls with tackle turning it into a pin!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6x7b_eoaFM&index=165&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=37s 0:20
Cassava’s vaunted backside is wiggling in the air as Beckett has one leg scissored and the other in the pit of her right elbow. The official gets to one and a half before Cassava powers out of the pin attempt. Beckett rolls to her side and gets to her feet moments before a frustrated Cassava, who fires a high kick to the right side of her head blocked just in time with a bent arm. The force of the blow causing Cassandra to stumble, with her attention usually on Onika’s rolling backside she often forgets how powerful her legs are. Cassava takes advantage by dropping to canvas in a rolling leg sweep that makes Beckett cartwheel in the air and land hard on her left shoulder.
ROLLING LEG SWEEP www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUc7fN1PQB8 2:20
Cassandra grits her teeth and struggles to her knees to stop a roundhouse kick from a kipped-up Cassava with a boxer’s guard, the sound of the Sri Lankan woman’s shin bouncing off Cassandra’s arms reverberates into the stands as Onika fires kick after kick. Each blow stopped by Cassandra’s increasingly numb arms and shins, as she rises under the furious barrage. Beckett finally reaches her full height shaking out her beaten limbs, as she backpedals to regroup and try to calm Cassava down. The Superfan rapidly approached looking to take out Cassandra’s ankles with a low kick; the former Queen Bitch does a quick hop to avoid the sculpted gam but she may have fallen for a feint, Onika uses the momentum of the kick to shift into a discus clothesline! Kylie’s number one fan spins like a milk chocolate tornado, looking to remove Cassandra’s head from her shoulders… and it may have had it connected, Beckett ducks at just the right moment, Onika’s arm just clipping her dark locks.
With Cassava facing away, Beckett goes back to back while hooking her for a backslide pin. Arms locked Cassandra knelt and went forehead to mat, sliding Onika’s shoulders down for the third pin of match. Cassava’s legs bicycled in the air as the ref counts one, two-Cassava crunches her core enough to roll back out of the pin! Both women make it to all fours and make eye contact, communicating frustration for very different reasons, with a snarl, Cassava all but pounces on to the White woman making them roll across the mat. The crowd at this point was incensed by the fight’s passion, and their roar was peppered with chants of “Catfight! Catfight!” as the pair of wrestlers rolled to and fro. The entire time in their spinning embrace Cassandra held back Onika by the wrists, keeping her grasping fingers centimeters away from her face. On a rotation where Cassava’s back hits the mat she works her legs in-between her and Cassandra, with the soles of her feet on Beckett’s chest Onika launches her into the air with a leg lift. Cassandra lands hard on her back then rolls on to her hip with a grimace, the contrasting duo keep their distance for the moment to catch their breath.
“What the hell are you doing!? You think you can pin me without doing a single move?” An increasingly offended Cassava asks as she pulls herself up with the nearest strands.
"I don't want to fight you, but at the same time, I ain't just going to let you beat me." With one hand at the small of her back Beckett slowly ascends to full height.
"I don't need you to let me, I can beat you on my own!" Cassava walks forward a few steps to the center of the ring, Beckett’s path of least resistance clearly getting under her skin.
"Then do it! Prove you can out-wrestle me, then, because I ain't gonna throw hands. I don't wanna hurt you any more than I already have." Cassandra brings her arms up for a tie up, looking to make this a purely grappling affair.
Biting back a snort Cassava raises an eyebrow with her hands on her hips, “The last truce you asked for ended up with me naked in my own locker."
"Ain't a truce, baby, it's how it is. You do what you gotta do, and I'll do the same." Cassandra answers back with pleading eyes. Onika is silent for moment, weighing the possibilities before approaching slowly, looking to complete the elbow and collar tie up.
They embraced silently, feet straining for leverage against each other in a bid for control in this tense “Cold War” period of their match. Cassava dipped a knee for moment to take control of Beckett’s left wing in a wrist lock cum armbar; forcing the Nebraskan to genuflect. Grimacing Cassandra slaps her shoulder to alleviate the pain before going into a forward roll, bridges, then kips up to reverse the hold into a hammerlock. Onika rises to the tips of her toes, jostling and backpedaling for a rope break despite the biting sensation in her shoulder. Cassandra places her right foot in the pit of Cassava’s right knee and forces her down, adding in a nerve pinch with her free hand to Onika’s right trapezius, creating a dominating image for the hard camera. Cassandra didn’t have much of plan besides this cease-fire, she didn’t want to lose but she didn’t want to hurt Cassava anymore, Beckett was between a rock and a perfectly shaped ass.
Choking back a grunt, Cassava rises a few inches off her knee and spins behind Beckett to escape the nerve pinch and reverse the hammerlock, holding it for a few seconds the dyed blonde floats over to a front face lock and forcing the brunette down to all fours. Onika spins to face away from Beckett and cinches in a side headlock in a seated position, making sure to shake the hold to grind a bit of her hip into Cassandra’s cheek as a taunt. Little did she know that despite the pain the former Queen Bitch loved any contact with the Social Media Star’s main weapon. Beckett manages to inch her way to the side juuust enough to press the toe of her boot to rope. Cassava releases the hold as soon as the word “Break” finishes leaving the official’s mouth, letting go of Cassandra’s neck and rolling away past center ring. The two women rise to their feet amidst strong applause, the crowd loving the sharp turn to technical wrestling from high speed action.
So far, so good, Cassandra thinks as she shakes the tension from her shoulders. The brunette nods her head at the Iowan in thanks for the trust and new détente. Cassava returns the gesture, if begrudgingly, then crouches in a ready position. Cassandra follows and the two tread towards each other at an even pace. The contrasting duo paw the air in front of them, angling for a better grip and slapping away the other’s efforts, clasping a tie up moments long before breaking it. Onika forces a clinch to force her personal demon back a step, then breaks it for a single leg takedown into a waistlock, lying Cassandra belly to mat. Rapidly flipping her over; Onika threads an arm between Beckett’s legs and over one shoulder for control, which is swiftly lost as the Queen B rolls the two over for a lateral pin. Before the referee and can get to his knees, Cassava twists free and goes to wrap Beckett’s right stem but the brunette slides away at the last second, ensnaring her in a front face lock.
Cassandra drags the bootyful woman a little higher on her knees before transitioning to a side headlock which Cassava escapes almost instantly slipping onto her back for another waistlock. After a few breathtaking squeezes Cassandra breaks the grasp and flips Onika over for a pin which Cassava converts into an armlock which Beckett reverses, and so on they went for three straight minutes. Going hold for hold, counter for counter, a plethora of grappling technique
often taken for granted in today’s high flying, high impact dominated wrestling culture. The old rivals push away from each other simultaneously, both needing a breather and a beat to restrategize. The fans in attendance giving a loud applause of respect for clinic demonstrated for them that would have Olivia Dare nodding in approval.
Cassandra had to try hard not to break into a smile, this was going well! Things have started off rocky, but it looks like Onika was on her way to trusting her, and the FAWN audience got to see her as something other than the “Bitch” persona she carefully cultivated over the years. The pin-pricking anger behind Onika’s eyes had subsided to a trickle during the last few minutes, it would be a long time before they could have something that resembled friendship, but cordiality could be achieved. Cassava assumes the ready position and beckons the sexy former sadist with a small wave of her fingers, Cassandra nods and backs into the ropes for an extra boost, launching off them into a light sprint. Onika waits for Beckett till she’s a few feet away and burst forward, trapping Beckett then flipping her in a Japanese arm drag.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfP7AuWcbAQ
When Cassandra gets up Onika is already on her, grabbing her right wrist and slinging her away with a deep Irish whip sending her dashing to the opposite ropes with Cassava following closely behind. Just before Beckett hits the ropes Cassava drops down to her stomach acting as a roadblock for Cassandra’s return trip; Beckett turns to hits the strands with her back and practically leaps like a ballet dancer (Jeté) over the bump of the Iowan’s rump, and runs full speed to the parallel set of cables. Onika burpees to her feet and rushes to center ring, prepping for a Back Body Drop. Unluckily she telegraphed the move just a shade too soon as the White woman hops into the air to leapfrog over for a sunset flip.
In what she would remember as a tragic turn of events; Cassandra’s left leg which was weakened earlier by Onika’s earlier salvos, buckles as her feet push off the surface, making her jump extremely uneven. Her leapfrog to sunset flip converting to a powerful knee strike to Cassava’s forehead!
The blow connecting with a THUNK that reverberated throughout the stadium, the crowd responding to the unsettling sight and sound with a collective groan. Cassava rockets back in 270 degrees in a painful arc, collapsing in a heap, hands cradling her throbbing head making sure it’s not dented. Cassandra lay on her side clutching her knee, the hurt from the accidental blow taking a backseat to the shame and horror that the tentative peace she reached with her rookie rival was just shattered. By her own hand even.
The classic beauty from Nebraska hobbles to one foot and limps over to the writhing Cassava.
“I’m so sorry!” Beckett pleas to a rising Onika, her head bowed. “That was an accident! I didn’t mean toaAH!” The secret lovechild of Kylie Sanders and Lakeshia Bates rolls in a forward somersault, extending her leg and BASHING her heel on the bridge of Beckett’s nose!
KOPPU KICK www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5gmtHXqAvk&index=165&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=0s
Eyes watering Cassandra stumbled backward till she fell on her shapely ass, knocked nearly senseless her checked her face for damage on pure instinct. Onika stood with fists clenched, shaking with rage. “I knew it! I knew it! Every time I think I can trust you, you stab me in the back!”
Cassandra puts a hand away from her face to wave frantically at the enraged Superfan. “No! I tripped, I- “
Cassava snatches her hand out of the air and yanks Beckett to two feet. Keeping a two-handed grip on the limb, Onika steps behind her while spinning to add a painful twist and YANKS the arm back and down, slamming Cassandra to the mat shoulder first.
CHASING PAVEMENTS (@ 0:15): www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1WaARYsyaI
Beckett lays stunned left cheek to mat, ass elevated in air, as Onika takes a beat to plan her public vivisection of tis Caucasian bitch. Cassandra slowly works to a three-point stance as the dyed blonde approaches behind her; sidling to Beckett’s left she threads Cassandra’s left arm between her own legs by the wrist, and traps Cassandra’s right arm behind her left shoulder. Pausing a moment to let the crowd drink it in, Onika lifts the woman by the two handholds till Beckett’s navel was in her eyeline, then drives her down as she takes a knee, bisecting Cassandra’s spine with her thigh.
PUMPHANDLE BACKBREAKER (@1:19): www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebkuBgtKlfc&t=76s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=18
Beckett let’s out a wail as she’s bent over Cassava’s leg, hands automatically going to her back as the Milk Chocolate Mauler straightens her up by the hair. Onika steps in front of the pained Beckett facing away from her, reaching back and securing Cassandra’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock with her right arm, locking her chin into the center of Onika’s bronze bicep. Cassava Snapmares her forward onto her ass while rolling with her to a standing position between Cassandra’s wide-open legs. Cassava bends over sharply thrusting back her hips; bringing her favorite weapon to bear for the first time this match, hitting Beckett in the face with the force of a heavyweight boxer, the back of her head landing hard against the mat. (Hip attack 506)
PEACH PUNCH www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGo2uVeqMzk&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=194&t=0s
“What a difference a few matches make, right? I’m not who I used to be either, “baby”; things are going to be different around here.” Seeing their proximity to a corner, Onika collects Cassandra’s crumpled form and sends her to the buckles with a short but powerful clothesline. Beckett turns at the last moment saving her tits from a bad landing but forced to take the bump on her sore back, the stabbing pain along her spine forcing eyes to close. When she opened them, Cassava was nearly upon her, racing forward, breasts a-wobbling in her white beater.
As soon as Cassava saw the whites of Beckett’s eye she jumped and turned mid-air, landing on the middle rope, the cheeks of her ass lightly smacking Cassandra’s face and framing her nose. Onika grabs the top rope for leverage, pushes her tush back grrriinds it in. Making sure to form a tight seal around the outer rides of her face; Cassava tenses and turn the face scrub to a steel vice, Cassandra’s muffled cries could just be heard by the referee as she slapped and pushed at the extremely spankable ass enveloping her head.
At the official’s count of four Cassava dives to the mat rolling of the impact leaving Beckett greasy faced and panting, moments after landing Onika runs back leaps and crushing Cassandra’s stomach with a hipcheck! (hip attack 453)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zF70LM2b3RE&t=0s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=39
The battered Nebraskan gasps for air as she puddles to the mat and rolls out of the ring to try and create some separation between them. Cassava, meanwhile, was content to just hang out i the ring, playing to the crowd, a gleeful smirk on her face at having gotten the better of her tormentor for the time being. As she collects herself on the ring apron, a realization dawns on her. She knows full well what a devastating weapon Cassava’s massive backside can be. Indeed, when she clenched down mere moments ago, well...Cassandra’s been the victim of the dreaded Iron Claw a number of times in the course of her career, and what she just felt at the hands...er, cheeks...of Cassava felt worse than any Iron Claw by at least tenfold. However, she now realizes that before she clamped down, the Milk Chocolate Mauler was simply shoving her ass into her face and literally rubbing her face in it, meant only to humiliate, rather than damage.
Upon reaching this conclusion, Cassandra began visibly boiling over, which caused Cassava to chuckle mirthfully. She slaps her hands on the mat in frustration and gestures to her opponent. “You didn’t have to do that, Cassava!” she calls to her, a mix of anger and hurt in her voice. “I already told you it was an accident!”
“Oh, please,” Cassava is quick to answer, rolling her eyes, “as if I’d take your word for it.” She then takes the opportunity to twist the knife some more, “What’s the matter, “sugar”?” she taunts, “Big bad Queen Bitch can dish it out, but she can’t take it? Tch...pathet-uhhhh, what are you doing?”
Cassava’s jovial, mocking expression falls away and she backs away from the ropes a bit, concerned and shocked. If Cassandra had heard Cassava’s last taunt, it wasn’t clear. What was clear was that the former Queen Bitch had reached her breaking point. The Nebraskan Terror was doubled over, tearing at her own hair.
“RRRRRRRGHHHH!!!” she roared in rage and agony, “WHAT GOOD IS IT TO TRY AND CHANGE IF NOBODY BELIEVES IT???!!!” With that, she let out a horrific gutteral noise that chills those within earshot to the bone, and she slams her own head against the steel ringpost over and over again. From the safety of the farthest corner, Cassava watches the tableau, wide-eyed and jaw agape. Over the near year that Beckett had made Onika’s life miserable, she had certainly seen her tormentor angry, but this? This was on a whole new level.
A WEEK AFTER CASSAVA’S UPSET WIN
The bouncing guitars of Silversun Pickups’ “Cannibal” blared over the PA system as the Queen Bitch stormed through the curtains and stomped down to the ring, her face a mask of rage and determination, as Cassava Onika waited in the ring. Immediately after the brutal beatdown that Cassandra Beckett had inflicted upon Cassava for the crime of seizing victory from the jaws of defeat at the veteran’s expense, Cassandra had demanded a rematch with the rookie to prove that her win was a fluke.
As soon as she climbed through the ropes, Beckett made a beeline for Cassava, saying nothing as the blows past the referee and cracks Onika in the jaw with a right hook that staggered the premiere member of the Kylie Corps and knocked her back into the corner. She continued to hammer her with clubbing forearms across her chest as the ref hurriedly signaled for the bell, starting the match. Finally, Cassandra brought her foe out of the corner, albeit roughly, YANKING her by the hair and tossing her from one end of the ring to the other. Cassava yelped at the hairpull (not to mention the hard landing) and rolled upon impact with themat, and then scooted back into the corner to sit up, massaging her burning scalp. The relentless former champ didn’t give her a moment to breathe, however, as she immediately broke into a dash across the ring, leaping into Cassava, crotch to face. She then bounced up and down on the rookie’s chest in a humiliating Bronco Buster.
BRONCO BUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYMIC6SIGVg
Once she had her “fun”, riding Onika’s face, she rolled backwards and to her feet, and quickly advanced on her prey once more, hauling her to her feet, again by her hair. She then gave an exaggerated lick of her palm before unleashing a pair of vicious knife-edge chops to the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s chest, causing her to cry out and flail in pain. The Queen Bitch then launched Onika, Irish whipping her into the opposite corner, causing her body to shudder from the impact. Beckett quickly followed it up with a running Yakuza Kick to the still-stunned Cassava.
YAKUZA KICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRYbfxKsAh8
Cassandra then dragged the groggy rookie out of the corner and applied a front facelock. Throwing Cassava’s right arm over her head and gripping the waistband of her shorts for leverage, creating a minor wedgie as a result, Cassandra then lifted the petite Iowan in a vertical suplex position, then unceremoniously dropped her across the top rope, hanging her out to dry. Cassava let out a gasp as the air rushed from her lungs as tummy met steel and rubber, only to feel the sole of Cassandra’s boot on the side of her face once more, as the veteran launched into another running Yakuza Kick. The battered girl tumbled head over heels to the inside of the ring and curled up into a ball as she tried to gather the strength to try and fight back against this onslaught. Meanwhile, Cassandra took up a crouching stance just behind Cassava, waiting for her opponent to rise. When she did, she spun the girl around by her shoulder, flipped her off, then delivered her patented Bitch Breaker finishing maneuver.
BITCH BREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_GkYqSJc
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Unlike in their first encounter, Cassandra wasted no time with posing or trash talk. She simply covered the beaten girl, sitting up beside her as her name was being announced as the victor. She playfully flipped some of the barely-conscious Onika’s hair aside, so she could look at the pretty Sri Lankan in her fluttering eyes, before delivering the first and only words from the Queen Bitch of the night.
“Congratulations, rookie. Last week, you made an enemy of the Queen Bitch. If you survive, then maybe you got a future in this business.” And with that parting warning, she slapped Onika hard across the face, got to her feet, and stormed out of the ring, her fury having barely been quelled...for now.
PRESENT DAY
The match has ground to a complete halt as Cassandra rages on the outside of the ring, lashing out on any inanimate object she comes across so that she doesn’t inadvertently hurt an actual person. She pounds her fists on the announce table several times, her anguished screams sending Gordy and Joanne scrambling. She then tears one of the monitors from its moorings, and dropkicks it (in a football sense, rather than a wrestling one) impressively into the second row. Cassandra hops a bit after the dropkick, the ill-advised display luckily avoiding breaking her foot. However, as she turns her head, she sees Cassava, still standing in the corner, still looking as shocked as everyone else in the building, and she becomes laser-focused.
“YOU!!” She growls, prompting an apprehensive groan from the FAWNatics, and Cassava’s confidence and bravado to melt away, looking like a deer in the headlights of Beckett’s oncoming truck.
“Whoa! Whoa! WHOA!! WHOA!!” Cassava puts her hands up, unable to back up any further, as Cassandra slides into the ring under the bottom rope and makes for her target with a speed that belies her fatigue. Running purely on adrenaline and animus, the reawakened Queen Bitch levels Onika with rapid-fire right hands to her face, finally backing off at Long’s four-count. She quickly wades back in, though, delivering a pair of brutally sharp slaps that echo off the walls of FAWN Arena and grabbing two tight handfuls of her hair.
“YOU WANTED THE QUEEN BITCH SO BADLY, CASSAVA?!!” She shouted in her face, tears streaming down her own, “WELL HERE SHE IS!!” She then resumes brutalizing the Milk Chocolate Mauler, peppering her face, chest, and tummy with shot after shot. Most upsetting in the midst of all this, to those watching, is the realization that Cassandra is actually crying, taking heaving sobs in between dressing her opponent down. “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, CASSAVA??!! WELL, IS IT??!! ANSWER ME!!!” She screams as she finally relents, letting Cassava slump back into the corner, the turnbuckles the only things keeping her on her feet. Onika’s only response is to groan in agony, leading to another fit of sobs from the Queen Bitch. For their part, the crowd is stunned into silence, not just from the brutality of the beating Beckett is handing out, but also the frankly baffling behavior on display from the Nebraskan. Finally, Cassandra swallows hard and blinks back more tears, before spinning Cassava out of the corner by her shoulders, kicking her in the gut, and mercifully finishing this confusing display with a Bitch Breaker.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
“Ladies and gentlemen...Your winner, via pinfall...CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
Cassandra sits back beside Cassava, not accepting Craig’s hand to help her up or even raise it in victory. She looks down at the half-conscious form of her fallen opponent, a mournful look of longing on her face. She gingerly reaches down to caress her pretty face and move a couple strands of hair from it.
“I didn’t want this, Cassava…” she croaks, “...I didn’t want any of this. Why? Why did you have to keep pushing me?”
Presently, Casava’s eyelids flutter open. As she processes the scene before her, her eyes go wide with panic, seeing her longtime tormentor sitting above her. Although Cassandra makes no move against her, Cassava nonetheless scrambles to get away from her.
“Crazy bitch.” Cassava spits. Cassandra tearfully reaches out to her, beginning to open her mouth to reply, before she’s cut off by Onika. “Save it. Just...just stay the hell away from me.” With that, fearing further abuse, she rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, and runs back up the entrance ramp as fast as her legs will carry her, leaving Cassandra alone in the ring. Beckett finally breaks down, throwing herself down onto the mat, covering her face with her hand as her anguished sobs echo through the Arena.