Post by dsb on Jan 22, 2019 0:11:03 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer begins, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!”
I’m becom-, I’m becom-, I’m becoming
I’m becom-, I’m becom-, I’m becoming
Chris Jericho’s sibilant voice fills the speakers of FAWN Arena, and the lights flash between white, red, and purple as Fozzy’s “Judas” begins in earnest. Before long, Cassandra Beckett struts out onto the stage.
JUDAS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqURPBtGJzg&list=RDlqURPBtGJzg&start_radio=1
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
“Introducing first, hailing from Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-two pounds...She is the “Queen Bitch” CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
Beckett’s arrival is met, mostly, with an uncomfortable silence, along with a small mix of cheers and boos. Last month, the Queen Bitch went completely off the rails during her match with Cassava Onika, and the FAWN Faithful still aren’t quite sure what to make of the classic brunette beauty. Cassandra looks out at the crowd from the top of the entrance ramp, and the fans either watching at home or looking at her visage on the FAWNTron can’t help but notice the mournful expression on her face. Taking a deep breath and a moment to collect herself, she then makes her way down the ramp, focused on the task at hand, avoiding eye contact with the fans at ringside. For this, what has been hyped up in advertisements as the final match between Beckett and Cassava Onika, Cassandra is wearing her standard ring gear. 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. She ascends the steel stairs and steps through the ropes, doing a lap around the ring, fist raised, and then eases back into the nearest corner to let tonight’s sucker-er, referee, Al Carpenter, to perform his pre-match inspection of Cassandra’s wardrobe.
CASSAVA ONIKA:
KICKKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
“And her opponent, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa...She stands five feet, two inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred twenty-five pounds...She is the Woman of 1,000 Hip Attacks...This is CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
The crowd goes nuts at the opening beats of the Superfan’s theme, the young rookie already having a surprisingly large fanbase due to her nearly 12 years old online show and social media presence. When the dusky woman parts the curtains, and walks out onto the stage, those cheers became a mix of stunned yells, catcalls, and shocked silence. Cassava walks out with none of her usual bouncy, optimistic energy; Instead she is calm and focused, with a steady, predatory gait that mesmerised those watching with each swing of her hips, including her opponent for the evening. But that was only the tip of the spear that stabbed fan’s expectations. She reaches out a hand to slap some of the multitudes offered as she makes her way down the ramp to ringside, but the fans were a distant second priority for the ASSassin tonight.
Substituting her usual ring attire was a full body mesh one piece that covered her feet but left her arms bare, the stitching pattern revealing a gridwork of satiny flesh, simultaneously covering and showing much more skin than usual. On her feet she wore fuzzy, strap high heels that one would expect to see in the bedroom rather than a wrestling arena. Clothing her sacred entryways is a black g-string that even under the suit seemed scandalous, her large, perky breasts, normally kept in check by a red bra, swayed freely. Her nipples are just barely covered by strategically placed strands of the body suit were either reacting to the cool air or showcasing Onika’s excitement for the match. Beckett had to force her eyes from not blatantly following their every movement.
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Cassandra’s jaw hangs open at the sight of Cassava in that outfit. While it was too low for even the ringside mics to pick up, even poor lip-readers could see her saying “Holy shit.” barely above a whisper. Meanwhile, The Iowan’s gaze was locked on to Cassandra’s face the moment she stepped out, a carnivorous glare that bared no anger or malice, just the knowledge that she would devour her because that was the nature of things. Beckett was a little unsettled by it…. and very turned on.
Reaching the apron of the ring, Cassava just stands there a moment, analyzing Beckett before turning her back and sitting on the edge to take off her heels. The fact that this is the first time in over a year that Onika thought enough of Beckett to trust her to not blindside her was not lost on the Nebraskan Terror, who had taken the moment in Onika’s blindspot to wipe any drool that started forming. Placing her fuck-me pumps by the steel stairs, Cassava stands on the ring edge and swings one leg inside, bends under the top rope and brings her other leg in, breaking the unspoken rule that all wrestlers who show off their tush must pose in the ropes for pics. The wrestlers never break eye contact as they go to their respective corners for referee Al Carpenter’s pat down. The official completes his inspection of Cassandra and heads over to this new version of the Online Sensation, “Have I ever found anything in these moments?” he thinks to himself. Al begins his pat down of the rookie, though given her outfit he feels this is another exercise in futility.
“Trying out a new gimmick?” He asks as he goes, making small talk to break the silence.
Cassava shakes her head, “Nah, just in a mood. I need to move past this thing with Beckett.”
Al nods in agreement as he finishes checking Onika’s fishnet covered feet, he braces himself for Cassava to turn and offer her backside but the dyed blonde remains focused on Cassandra, doing small stretches that made her chest wobble distractingly. Carpenter shrugs slightly and gets up to start the match, as heads to center ring he hears Onika say “I’ll make it up to you next match”.
“Please don’t,” he says with a twinge of begging. Jenny is not a fan of how friendly the rookie is with him.
DING DING DING
As Cassava strides out confidently, though not arrogantly, to center canvas, Beckett seems rooted to the spot, entranced by the new Superfan, but not letting it show on her face, masking it with intense concentration. Cassava stood ready for 10 seconds that stretched on forever, before placing her hands on her hips.
“Would you like to turn this into a staring contest?” she calls to her, half-sarcastic, with a slightly seductive edge to her voice that takes the Nebraskan off-guard even further. Beckett mentally shakes off her haze after committing the image of Onika’s new outfit to memory for use on lonely nights. Waiting an additional 5 seconds to make it seem like her stunned stillness was a strategic move, Cassandra stepped out of the corner and quickly sped up to a jarring collar and elbow tie up. “You’ll be able to tell your kids you had Cassandra Beckett’s last match, Cassava,” the Nebraskan grunts as the two women push against one another, “but I’ll be damned if you’ll be able to tell ‘em you won Cassandra Beckett’s last match!”
“Nnngh!! Bring it on, bitch!” Onika retorts, planting her dainty feet and skidding back a good 16 inches under Cassandra’s crushing force, their arms pushing and pulling at their holds in a bid for control. Once the dyed blonde had stopped the opposing momentum she quickly transitions Beckett into a tight side headlock, grinding her temple against her shapely hip(hip attack 17). As Cassandra’s head was being ground against Onika’s hipbone, the smell of perfume wafted into her nostrils from Cassava’s smooth skin. Reminding Beckett of a forest after a summer rain, the intoxicating scent forcing some of the only good childhood memories she had to the surface.
This level of distraction allowed Onika to flip Beckett over while maintaining the headlock with almost no resistance.
HEADLOCK TAKEOVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U92CgfmcmSM
The quick impact to the mat drives the air out of Cassandra’s lungs, allowing Onika to collect a one count before she shoots a shoulder up. The asstacular woman then tightens the noose on Beckett’s skull while keeping her weight on her nemesis’ chest. The former Queen Bitch normally would have broken this hold by now, but the simple hold forced the side of Cassandra’s head against her former victim’s very underrated boobs. Nuzzling the jugg for a beat, Cassandra bicycles her legs to try and hook them around Onika’s head and escape the hold, noticing the struggle, Cassava bears down on the headlock, putting some color in Beckett’s cheeks before Cassandra’s sculpted gams close on her head like pliers and tearing her away from crushing Beckett’s skull and trapping her in a powerful scissors. Placing her palms on the canvas for leverage, Cassandra bore down and pulsed her legs, making Onika’s heels beat the mat as she she writhed to free herself.
“Gonna squeeze you out of that outfit like a tube of toothpaste,’ says Beckett, not necessarily as a threat, but with a playful tinge to her voice, as she alternates tense and relaxing with each word, forcing muffled groans from her living knee pillow. Cassava slaps and beats at the Nebraskan legs but find no weakness to exploit. She considers clawing her way out, but doesn’t want to turn the match in that direction till it’s absolutely necessary. A combination of of bridging and crab walking turns the Superfan onto her stomach still locked into the scissors, as if she stopped in the middle of the ring for a deep prayer and Beckett slipped her thighs around her head at the last second. Still not finding the room to free her noggin Cassava leans into the mat and goes into a crowd pleasing headstand. On another night with another opponent Cassava would have taken a moment to twerk in that position for a taunt but tonight she’s all business, much to the misfortune of her fans. Cassava grounds her head harder into the canvas in prep for-SLAP!
Beckett took her hands off the canvas to crack both palms to the corresponding ass cheeks of Cassava sending her back to her belly, punctuated by another pulse of her legs. The trapped Iowan grumbles but the sound is lost under Cassandra’s salty flesh.
I’m going to miss that feeling Cassandra muses, and that sound.
Onika tries to leap out of the lock with another handstand only to be be spanked down again, this time Cassandra uses one hand in a whipping motion with Cassava’s crack as the target, wanting to feel both cheeks wobble at once. While Beckett is normally booed for her antics and Onika cheered, the crowd is hoppin and hollering in approval. They may love the young rookie but they love seeing her spanked more.
Cassava tries to wiggle her way out of Beckett’s legs but accomplishes nothing other than shaking her hips for the first ten rows. Onika tries for a 3rd headstand after crawling for ropes results in Cassandra tightening the noose of her legs, seeing her favorite rear go vertical she whips her hand back for the hardest paddle of the night, but she misses!
Moments before contact, Cassava bends back down and Beckett’s torso twists under its own momentum, before you can blink Cassava straightens up and pushes out of the scissorhold in a front flip! Landing on her feet behind the seated Cassandra, Onika thrusts her hips forward then rockets back, rabbit punching Beckett with her glutes.
Whiffing on leaving a palm print on Onika’s barely covered backside was surprising, Onika doing a strong impression of Dominique Daly was shocking, being peach punched in the back of the head was just a bad time. Her left hand holding her occiput, Cassandra was in a sloppy three point stance, trying to stop her eyes from rolling when Onika rushes her with a knee to the stomach flipping her onto her back, breathless. Cassava goes for a cross body pin with a forearm pressing down on Beckett’s cheek. Al gets to 2 and ¾ before Cassandra gets a shoulder up.
Hoping for a quick pin but not expecting it, Cassava pulls Beckett up by the wrist and presses her into the ropes, Onika’s mesh covered coco breasts press into Cassandra’s vanilla hills for a moment before Cassava drops her hips and send her off with a deep Irish whip, and following a step behind her till stopping two-thirds of the squared circle, and waiting for Cassandra to rebound back.
Sent rocketing away to the far ropes, Cassandra turns at just the right moment to hit the strands with her back instead of her tits. Bouncing off the ropes, Beckett runs to Cassava, leaping into a Lou Thesz Press, which is countered by Onika grabbing her just below the breasts and throwing her up, adding to Cassandra’s vertical momentum. On her way back down Cassava did a swift about-face and grabbed her ankles, letting Becketts chin bounce off her hindquarters in some kind of ass stunner
SPONTANEOUS BOOTAY (HIP ATTACK 133):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifHeTxygxwc&list=PLbrvF8UB94rB9bYwDaQxC8fNJKMQ-lcMe&index=5 00:34
Splayed onto her back with limbs akimbo, Beckett’s chest heaves as she tries to get in air. Seeing that Cassandra was still stunned, Onika ran to the ropes closest to Beckett, leaping over the brunette’s head. Turning in mid-air, Cassava landed both feet on the bottom rope in a crouched position and launched a springboard kneedrop to Beckett’s cheek.
MICRO TRANSGRESSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RFossdjWFo
Rolling after impact, the secret love child of Lakeisha Bates and Kylie Sanders rose up like she just picked a penny off the sidewalk; going to a standing straddle of Beckett’s pale midsection. Onika showed a glimpse of her usual self by raising her arms over her head and grabbing her elbows, and giving her ass a quick side-to-side shake, which to the audience was like waving a bloody steak in front of a pack of wolves. Cassava then jumps up and kicks her legs straight out above Beckett, looking to crush her stomach with a Banzai Drop.
STANDING BANZAI DROP (HIP ATTACK 6):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sG-gX8ahDu4
A Banzai drop with Cassava’s attributes is a potential match ender,,, if it hits. At just the last moment Cassandra rolled clear making Onika crash to the thinly covered floorboards tailbone first. As Cassava lets out a moan and grabs her sore tush, Beckett has rolled to the ropes and used them to get vertical. Seeing Onika prone Beckectt fires a sharp toe kick to the base of Cassava spine, making her arch her back, the blows making Onika scrunch her eyes, Cassandra follows up with a a big right hand knocking the Superfan flat on canvas. Beckett backpedals to rebound off the nearby ropes to drop an elbow across Onika’s lovely chest. After landing Cassandra quickly spun on her rear and stood back up, only to drop another elbow onto the same spot, landing with a ‘thwap’. Cassandra stood up again and repeated the elbow for the third straight time, and a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth.
CONTINUOUS ELBOWS:
www.dailymotion.com/video/x6zd6l8
Around the fourth elbow both Carpenter and the crowd grow concerned that Cassandra would elbow Onika till she was pounded through the ring onto the concrete below. After the sixth elbow, Al steps in.
“Alright, that’s enough Cassandra, move on,” he orders, as he steps partially between the two, at least giving the squirming Superfan some to recuperate. To partial success, as Cassava groans and turtles onto her stomach as a minor form of defense.
“It’s okay, I’m not trying to injure her, just soften her up,” Cassandra holds her hands up in an act of innocence as boos rain down on her. Kneeling next to the curled up rookie, Beckett bullies Cassava onto her back, raises her right hand into the air and stabs it downward, digging her fingers into Cassava’s abdomen.
BELLY CLAW: www.youtube.com/watch?v=07WWDPdNly8&feature=youtu.be&t=103
“Graagh!... Ooopf!”
Onika cries out at the invasion and tries to pry the invading hand away to no avail, when Beckett corkscrews a thumb into her bellybutton she beats her feet against the mat and pulls at her own hair to distract herself from the pain. Al moves to the other side of the suffering Online Sensation and gives her out.
“What do you say? Want to call it?”
Cassava shakes her head no, not wanting let Beckett know how much pain she was in with her voice. After a long and painful minute Cassandra withdraws her talon, leaving five red welts, and she quickly follows the claw up with a deeeep gut punch, that folds Onika in half and forces the air from her lungs. Beckett pops her knuckles from Cassava’s innards and slips her arm under her raised knees to pin Cassava in a tight cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!
Cassava gets a shoulder up with a second to spare, which is about Beckett expects after fighting her so many times. Cassandra drags the dyed blonde up by the wrists and sends her off for the farthest set of ropes, and sets off a few steps behind. Onika turns to hit the ropes back first, unfortunately she ricochets off them into Cassandra’s thrust knee!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONEMZ60jI1s
The bootylicious battler’s momentum carries her over Cassandra’s bent stem to land on the mat in a jarring tumble, Onika crosses her arms over her stomach and has to fight to not throw up, live on camera.
“Come on girl,” Cassandra grabs her by the pink and gold tresses, “up and out.”
Beckett takes the woman in front a face lock and sticks her fingers through the mesh by Onika’s hip for a grip. What is this, a full body stocking? Either way I’ll be imagining it later, Cassandra muses as she hooks her fingers through the mesh.
With the two points of access Beckett lifted Cassava to high noon, holding her upside down for a few seconds for the cameras to get a good shot and for the blood to to rush to her head. Once Beckett was certain Onika’s fingers and toes were numb, she throws her onto the ropes, looking to bisect her tummy on the top strand.
SUPLEX TO ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWNgn_db5Kk
Onika managed to place her hands on Beckett and push off as Cassandra was slamming her down, clearing herself of the ropes, nearly teetering over the edge of the apron but windmilled her arms enough to catch herself. Cassandra showed no indication that she was mad at this new development and just rolled with the punches. The brunette reached over the top strand to try for another suplex while Cassava was unbalanced but was a second too late, and paid for it with an elbow to the sternum and a kick to the gut, doubling her over.
Cassava pulls Beckett in between the top and and second rope, keeping her bent over with a controlling grip on her hair. Onika arches her hips away and then swung ‘em back, blasting Cassandra in the side of her head with an order of cake, drawing cheers from an inebriated and horny crowd. Cassava beat Beckett’s face with her hip again, the power in that shapely ass making a wave travel from Cassandra’s neck, down throughout the rest of her body. Cassava then backs away a few feet to the corner post and runs to the the stunned Nebraskan, blasting her back into the ring with a final butt strike. (hip attack 40)
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Cassandra ‘s eyes roll in her head after the repeated ass attacks, some ignorant wrestlers think the Lakeisha Bates style of fighting is more for turning on drunken frat boys, but that’s only till they end up under a pair of taut cheeks. The only silver lining to Beckett getting her butt kicked by Cassava’s is that is that this is likely the last time she’ll be able to get her hands on it, and boy did she want to have her hands on it. As Cassandra pondered the dichotomy of the situation, Onika heads to the top buckle for some high flying. Crouched like a gargoyle on top the corner post, Kylie’s Number One Fan waits till her past tormenter’s writhing subsides a bit, so she’s lying flat, and launches herself into air. Reaching a height that shocked most of the fans in attendance, Cassava shoots her legs out in a mid-air split, looking to make a pair of craters in Beckett’s chest
BOMBS AWAY (HIP ATTACK 50):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wq58qvVhxv4&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=0s&index=266
Getting her wits about her just as Onika hit her apex, Beckett looks up to a soaring Cassava framed by the arena lights, resembling a sexy caramel angel of vengeance, and rolls away from the impact zone like a log down a river. Cassandra keeps rolling till she hits the turnbuckle Onika leapt from, and uses them to quickly scamper to a standing position.
“Woo! Gawd damn, that was cloARRK!”
Showing a deceptive amount of agility Cassava had rolled with the landing, negating most of the impact. She then ran the short distance the opposite corner post and sprinted back to the spot she left as Beckett was turning to face her. At the last second the dyed blonde with pink highlights jumps up and turns, hitting her backside into Cassandra’s face and chest with a THWHAPP!
FLYING ASS (HIP ATTACK 4):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S15AgvaE7c (@ 00:05)
Cassava’s ass hits Beckett like a cannonball, taking the strength out of her legs and dropping her to a crumbled seat in the turnbuckle. Onika, who had bounced onto her feet after the collision, turns and looks at the former Queen Bitch’s crumpled form. Very winded from her recent gymnastics and accumulating damage, Cassava takes a moment to put her hands on her knees take a few deep breaths; the fans seated behind shout catcalls as Onika’s ass sticks out invitingly, the fans in front whoop and holler as they’re greeted with a deep cleavage shot of Cassava’s exquisite, yet often overlooked breasts. “You’ll be tasting my ass for a month by the time this is over,” the tired Iowan rasps at Cassandra, before stalking over to the far post.
Cassandra, meanwhile, struggles to get to all fours. "Nnngh! You...say that...like it's meant to be a threat, sugar." That last comment causes Onika to do a quick double take as Beckett goes to her hands and knees, allowing Cassava to see down the star in her top. The Online Sensation shakes her head clear of confusing thoughts and focuses on the task at hand.Grabbing the top ropes for leverage Cassava goes into a fast sprint preparing for a leaping hipcheck.
Onika takes to the air and spins to bring her best assets forward, the millisecond Cassandra was out of her peripheral vision, Beckets rolls to the ring apron letting Cassava collide harshly into the buckles. Onika groans lightly and takes a couple steps away from the corner holding the small of her back, Becket slips her legs under the bottom rope and ensnares Cassava in a drop toe hold, making the Superfan trip and fall on her face and tits. The drawback to a fighting style like Onika’s is that your back is to your opponent much of the time.
As Onika checks to see if her nose is broken Cassandra slips down to the floor by the post, grabs Cassava’s ankle and gives a sharp pull to align her to the corner. The dyed blond gives a yelp as her smooth skin scrapes against the rough canvas, her new outfit is sexy but offers little protection. The juncture of Onika’s thighs are now lined up with the post with both of her ankles in position of Cassandra, the crowd goes “OOOHH” in prep for a crowd pleasing but painful move. Beckett places a foot against the steel post for leverage and looks up grinning at a worried Cassava who is too proud to beg but has a hand up in “Wait! Wait!” gesture.
The grin on Beckett’s face decreases but doesn’t go away, "Just makin' ya sweat, sugar...I already told you, I don't do this shit no more, remember? Now, THIS..." Cassandra slams Onika’s right leg against the ringpost, "...that's fair game."
“Grrah! Mitchell!” That was Onika’s word for cunt. Cassava tried to instinctively curl up but Cassandra still held her legs, the left of which she bangs against the ringpost moments after she discards the right, making Onika shudder in pain.
Referee Al Carpenter barks at Cassandra to “bring it back in the ring!” to which she dismisses with a wave of the hand before slamming Onika’s shins on the edge of the apron. The dyed pink and blonde rookie shrieks and curls up like bacon in a fryer. Mercifully, Beckett let go of her feet to roll into the ring. Cassava rocked back and forth as she tried to massage the pain away in her stems.
“Ugh, I’m going to use you like a g-string by the time this match is over, you-hey! Hey!” Cassandra strolls over and grabs the Superfan’s ankles again, flipping her onto her back and dragging her over to another side of the ring, making Cassava hiss as the rough mat scraped against the skin of her ass and back like sandpaper.
"Threats and talking tough don't mean a damn thing when it's go time, baby. You need to learn that. Talkin's for the cameras, fightin's for the ring." Cassandra slips under the ropes to the floor, and drags Cassava till her legs hanging over the edge, ignoring the official's pleas to get back in the ropes. “Save the dirty talking for later,” The Nebraskan raises Onika’s legs by the heels and slams her calves on the ring edge. The Online Sensation lets out a wail the makes anyone in earshot cringe, including Al and Beckett. The apron is actually the hardest part of ring, so even a small impact can cause injury. Thankfully Beckett is a young veteran and knows how to dish out the pain without going too far… till she wants to. “Almost over sweetie,” Cassandra promises with a soft coo as she pulls Onika out further, keeping an ear out for Carpenter’s growing count, this time her targets are Cassava’s toned calves. Beckett lifts up the dusky woman’s legs like a hands-on yoga instructor, then hammers them down repeatedly on the precipice.
“Aah! Fuuck! AAARG LET GO YOU BITCHAa!” Onika wails as she thrashes about in agony. Thankfully for her, Beckett finally releases Cassava’s abused gams and lets her roll away to center canvas, tears running down her cheeks as Al crouches to check for match stopping injuries. Cassandra just breathes for moment with hands on hips, taking a moment to gather some reserve energy as the boos from the FAWN Faithful wash over her. To the fans in the seats and watching at home, the Bitch was back and eager to punish her favorite rookie. Cassandra, however, just wanted to win and get this match over with, so she could ride off into the sunset.
Sliding into the ring on her belly, Cassandra is on her feet in a flash and standing beside Al, looking at her opponent with concern. “She okay, Al?” the Nebraskan Terror asks, the worry in her voice taking the zebra visibly aback.
“Uh...Yeah, I think so,” Al finally replies, “she’s not throwing in the towel, at any rate.” Cassandra licks her lips and nods.
“Alright. I ain’t gonna draw this out, don’t worry.” she replies with a pat on Al’s back, before she advances on Cassava. “I’m more sorry than words can say, Cassava,” she says mournfully, “for everything. I promise I ain’t gonna do this any longer than I have to.”
Cassava looks up at her aggressor in defiant rage. “Fuh...fuck you, Beckett! You do what you gotta do!” Cassandra lets out a deep sigh before grabbing the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s legs, bends one across the other in a figure four position, then locks her hands together to hold them in place and tries to turn her over onto her stomach. After a heated struggle, where Cassava takes a trio of missed swings at the former Queen Bitch, Cassandra is finally able to step through, turning her over, and sit back, completing her dreaded Texas Cloverleaf finisher.
TEXAS CLOVERLEAF: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFBGhzUVUgs
“”Rraah!” Cassava screams as Beckett twists her legs like a pretzel, a wave of what felt like acid traveled from her toe tips to her back, she squirmed and clawed, and pushed at Cassandra’s ankles but every movement just brought more pain. Beckett seemed to be in as much pain as Onika, her face scrunched up as Cassava’s screams brought tears to her eyes. Memories of every ambush, every attack, every humiliation she inflicted on Cassava resurfaced all at once. She hated herself, she hated this situation; she loved Cassava but she hated her for making her do this, she hated that Cassava had every right to treat her this way and more.
“Cassava please! Just give up! We can end this and you’ll never have to see me again!” Beckett begs, wanting to end the torture for both of them.
“No, I’m not losing to you again! This match is mine!” Onika yells back through gritted teeth.
Cassandra lets out a whine and shakes her head like she’s trying to wake up from a nightmare and sits in deeper and cranks up the hold, making Onika’s cries go up a few octaves.
Al Carpenter takes a knee by Cassava’s head, “How bout it Onika?Want me to stop this?” Kylie’s Number One Fan shakes head no, but doesn’t but doesn’t trust herself not to scream if she opens her mouth. Sanders doesn’t give up and neither will I! Cassava thinks of her hero to block out the pain. Onika then gets on her elbows and sslloowwlly army crawls to the ropes for salvation. Every inch closer makes the the volume of support from the crowd go up another two notches, they are on their feet screaming as Cassava fingertips are juust -
Beckett lurches them back to the starting line, cinching in the hold deeper! Cassava’s screams renew but they’re nearly drowned out by the torrent of boos raining down on Cassandra. “Come on Cassava!” Beckett crouches deeper, putting her ass just above Onika’s head and pulls up on her unrequited love’s legs, making the classic hold even more painful, “Just tap, I don’t want to injure you!”
Freedom being so close only to be snatched away, is a disheartening moment that chips away at Onika’s resolve, hearing Cassandra’s begging for her to give up for her own sake, strengthened it beyond measure.
SHE.
WAS.
NOT.
LOSING.
“AAAARGH!!”
To the amazement of the crowd, Cassava works her palms under herself and does a full push up keeping her arms straight! Cassava starts hand walking like she’s in the wheelbarrow race from hell, moving much faster than the previous attempt, each hands hits the mat with echoing authority. With an almost horror movie-like quality Onika nears the strands with jerky movements and grabs the middle rope with a tight grip!
Beckett doesn’t wait for Al to say break, she drops Cassava like she was hot to the touch. Cassandra all but sprints to the farthest corner and collapses into it. Back to bottom buckle, knees to chest, the heels of her hands in her eyes, Cassandra just wanted this to be over.
She won’t give up, but I can’t lose my last match, but she won’t give up! Cassandra is breaking down to her last drop of humanity. Why couldn’t they talk things out? Why didn’t she just walk away from that shower when Cassava rejected her? Why didn’t she just write a letter to apologize instead of just showing up? Why didn’t she do anything other than what she did? Why did she spend a better part of a year tormenting her for one loss?
While Cassandra was mentally flagellating herself, Onika was using the ropes as a ladder to slowly get to a standing position. Her legs were rubber noodles at this point and they couldn’t stop shaking; The Superfan had to keep both hands on the top rope to keep from falling. Al Carpenter places a hand on Cassava’s shoulder, “You’re having trouble standing, are you sure you don’t want me to stop this?”
Before she can answer Cassandra breaks out of her huddle, grabs Onika by the nape of neck and pulls her to middle of the ring. She slips her left arm around her neck in a loose front face lock in prep for a ddt.
“Please don’t kick out of this, I don’t want to hurt you anymoraAOH!”
Cassava gets her hands behind Beckett’s knees and puts her on her back with a double leg takedown, then flips herself over and brides on her toes for a pin! Al basically does a flying crossbody to the mat to make the count in time.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOO!!!
Beckett powers out of the matchbook, sending them both to their sides, Cassandra rises to all fours, but Onika is a tad faster and tackles her to ground. The next few seconds are a tumbling roll-around that delights the crowd, who responds with the time honoured chant of “Catfight! Catfight! Catfight!”. Delightful, but inaccurate, as Cassava isn’t raving or clawing, just searching for a dominant position. Beckett finally frees herself from Onika’s hands and tries to stand up but gets pulled into a small package!
ONE!
TWONOOO!
Cassandra’s ass was wiggling at the lights and dead to rights. To the surprise of everyone, from the fans to Al himself, Cassava had voluntarily broken the pin attempt, sliding off of the Nebraskan. “No flash pins this time,” she explains, barking in Cassandra’s ear, “...I'm beating you, and there's gonna be no question about it!" As Beckett uncurls from the pin, Onika’s hands strike like vipers and she wraps Cassandra in her patented Anaconda Vice/Front smother combination submission hold!
SMOTHERED CHICKEN: ANACONDA VICE AND JUGG SMOTHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uh1S5fG2ySU&index=48&t=477s&list=WL 7:51
Her right elbow up in the air and in Onika’s clutches, her other arm caught in the vice of Cassava’s left leg and elbow, her position at center canvas on her lower back with her legs thrashing in the air; Cassandra seemed to have lost control of the situation. Every subtle movement from the dyed blonde felt like it was intended to separate Beckett’s arm from it’s socket, making Cassandra yell vibrations into Cassava’s sweaty breasts. The upside to this scenario, if you can call it that, was that this was the most exposure Beckett has had with Onika’s breasts for some time. After a searing pull from Cassava makes her open her mouth to scream, Cassandra’s tongue slips out and instinctively licks drops of sweat from the dyed blondes tits. The addictive taste distracts Beckett from realizing that every time she yells, she loses more air and increases the chances of being smothered out.
"I'm gonna beat you and you're gonna know I beat you!" exclaims the Online Sensation as she rocks her shoulders back and forth, slapping her breasts against Cassandra’s cheeks. That seems to knock a little sense into Beckett and tries her damndest to to crawl to the ropes, she has to dig the heels of her boots into the canvas to drag the combined weight of her and Onika so it's a long and painful process. Cassava can sense a break coming so she wrenches her hold and bears down on the front smother so hard it's hard to tell where Beckett ends and her tits begin. Despite this, Cassandra manages to press the toe of her boot into the bottom rope, making Al order Onika to “break!”
Knowing this is her last chance to rest her legs the Iowan didn’t break the hold till Al started a count and got to “3!” After letting go Cassandra falls to the mat while Onika rests against the ropes. Beckett’s reputation and her previous match has made her target for boos all match but the crowd shows respect for her toughness and gives her her first applause of the night. Hearing the fans cheer for her, Cassandra shakes her head, mouthing, "No, don't cheer me, I don't deserve it."
Both fighters start pulling themselves up, but Cassava is a shade faster and slams her right thigh into Beckett’s middle, doubling her up. Onika laces both hands around the back of Cassandra’s neck and pulls her away from the ropes, keeping her bent over the Superfan goes to Cassandra’s right side, reaches in and pulls her right arm between her legs, then collects Beckett’s left arm under her right shoulder, looking to lift the Terror up and down for a pumphandle backbreaker.
PUMPHANDLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebkuBgtKlfc&t=76s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=18
Beckett does go up, but goes over instead of down, when Onika lifts Cassandra over her head the former Queen Bitch gets her wrist free and lands feet first behind the Milk Chocolate Mauler. Cassandra grabs her by the shoulder, spins her around and and buries a boot in her stomach for the first half of the Bitch Breaker.
BITCH BREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_GkYqSJc
As Cassandra turns for to complete her finisher Cassava grabs her by the hips and spins her about-face and slips her head between Beckett’s thighs for self-inflicted headscissors. Wrapping her arms her arms around Beckett’s knees, she stands up, draping the Nebraskan upside down like a backpack, Her head just under Onika’s weaponized ass. The Milk Chocolate Mauler takes a few steps deeper into the ring while switching to an overhand grip, hops into the air then falls to her knees, driving Cassandra to the mat skull first a split second before her face is crushed under the full force of Onika’s awesome ass!
UPSIDE DOWN CAKE: AXE GUILLOTINE DRIVER (@1:00):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOlyOyXCMQo&t=1s)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOlyOyXCMQo&t=1s
The force of the blow echoes throughout the stadium and and makes the ring shake, but it’s all drowned out by the crowds “OOOHH!!” Referee Al Carpenter is instantly worried that Cassandra may have a concussion. Onika let Beckett’s leg go when she dropped the hammer of her ass down, so she spreads her bent legs wider so more of her weight is carried on Cassandra’s face through her ass and undercarriage, Al slides into position for the the count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
ONE MONTH BEFORE CASSAVA’S ARRIVAL IN FAWN
The small crowd was on their feet as Cassava Onika’s final match in LAW reached a fever pitch. Her last match, a victory against Jesse “Jazz Hands” Piven was meant to be her swan song. However, following an especially humiliating backstage incident with her longtime tormentor, the Queen Bitch herself, Cassandra Beckett, Cassava demanded one final match with her to get even with her, once and for all, for all the horrible things she’d done to her. Unfortunately for the Milk Chocolate Mauler, although she’d put up a game fight, her outrage and anger clouded her judgement and took a little spring out of her step, allowing the Nebraskan Terror to stay one step ahead of Cassava for most of the match. To the surprise of literally everybody in attendance, Cassandra had fought this match one hundred percent clean, never once using the brutal, dirty tactics that he earned her reputation for.
“I’m really sorry I gotta send you out the door with an L, sugar.” Cassandra told the dyed blonde from a crouched position, waiting for Cassava to rise to deliver the killing blow. “But you ain’t gotta come into work here tomorrow. I do.” Just as she finished her sentence, Cassava rose to full height. Cassandra then pounced, putting boot leather to tummy as she kicked Cassava in the gut, her classic setup to her Bitch Breaker finisher. But Cassava was ready for her. Willingly bearing the brunt of the kick, the Internet Sensation grabbed Cassandra’s leg as she was pulling it back. Then, in one fluid motion, she put her other arm around the Nebraskan’s head and rolled her up into a small package pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
….THREE!!!
Just like in the match that started their yearlong heated feud, Cassava got the drop on Cassandra with a surprise pinfall. Cassava quickly rolled away from the shocked Nebraskan and hung herself out in the corner, her arms hanging over the top rope as she caught her breath. Cassandra, sitting back on her haunches, a look of shock but devoid of any malice, looked up at the referee and held up three fingers, questioning the count. When the referee nodded in confirmation, Cassandra nodded, looking disappointed, but still not angry, as her gaze fell upon the victor.
Cassava locked eyes with her bully and, expecting a punitive attack but still too exhausted to even head for higher ground, braced herself for one final retaliatory beatdown. Rising up from her haunches, the Queen Bitch strode over to her, grabbed the Sri Lankan beauty by the wrist and pulled her to the center of the ring. Cassava looked at Beckett with angry defiance, daring her to do her worst. She was, then, shocked when Beckett rose her arm in victory, pointing to her with her other hand. The fans, who had expected much the same as Onika did, erupted in confused but nonetheless jubilant applause as Cassandra then pulled Cassava in for a tight hug.
“Good luck in the big leagues, Cassava. I mean it.” the classic brunette whispered to the shellshocked Cassava. As she broke off the hug, she added, “That’s a really nice car you got. I’m glad you were able to find the cash to fix it up.” Cassava stared at her blankly, trying but failing to connect the dots. During their Falls Count Anywhere match a couple months back, Cassandra had slammed Cassava onto the hood of her own car, not actually knowing it was hers. Given her changing feelings for Cassava, and feeling bad about wrecking her ride, Cassandra wanted to make it right. Knowing full well that Cassava would never accept the money if she knew it came from her, she simply slipped an unmarked envelope containing $2,000 cash into Cassava’s locker while her match for the night was going on. Cassava could never figure out who gave her the money, and she did ask around afterwards, but she wasn’t foolish enough to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Cassandra gave Cassava a sweet smile and a reverent bow of her heat before exiting the ring to allow Cassava to have her moment alone in the spotlight. Cassava thoughtfully watched Cassandra leave, her eyes occasionally straying to her backside that rivaled (not surpassed, she would be quick to point out) her own. And it was at this moment that doubt in her head about Beckett creeped in. Had she been wrong about her that night she visited her in the shower? Had she mistaken a sincere attempt to reconcile for treachery? She quickly dismissed those thoughts with a few shakes of her head and waved to the crowd, smiling and basking in their adulation.
The crowd erupts at seeing the fan favorite finally get a definitive over her biggest rival and long time bully, at the first chime of the bell Cassava’s body loses all tension and she falls backward, arms and legs splayed, the back of her head resting on Beckett’s pelvis, her rump all but swallowing Cassandra’s features. The Iowan’s stocking suit had become disarrayed in the final flurry, allowing one nipple free and standing proud, dancing on her chest as it heaved trying to take in air. Official Al Carpenter came over and gently pulled Kylie’s Number One Fan to a standing position by the wrist and shoulder, the sweat from the two women’s skin acted as a light adhesive so Carpenter had to peeelll Cassava off the Nebraskan’s supine body, once her ass finally disengaged from Beckett’s face faint lines could be seen crisscrossing her features, the patchwork of Cassava’s new suit leaving its mark of victory on Cassandra’s face.
Taking the smaller woman a few step away Al raises Cassava’s hand to a roaring crowd. The reality of the victory sinks in and Onika has to keep from crying, placing her free hand over half of her face as the catharsis begins to overwhelm her. Meanwhile, behind them, Beckett finally begins to stir and drag herself over to the ropes to help her slowly pull herself up. In spite of herself, and her internal disappointment in losing her final match, a small smile stretches across Cassandra’s face as she sees Cassava basking in the afterglow of the biggest win of her career. After taking a moment to shake out the aches and pains of the hard, fast-paced match they just had, Cassandra strides over to them and taps Cassava on the shoulder. Referee and wrestler both spin around to face the Nebraskan, and both wear a look of apprehension as they see the taller brunette standing before them.
“Hey, come on, Cassandra…” Al whines, sensing Beckett’s intentions, “Match is over, and it was a good one. Don’t ruin it by - “ Cassandra cuts him off by gently placing her left hand on his shoulder and holding her right hand up to him, palm out, nonverbally telling him to calm down. She then looks to Cassava, who is waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. However that doesn’t happen, as the hand Beckett had raised to quiet Al now extends to the Iowan in an offer of a handshake.
“Great match, Cassava.” Cassava breathes, her voice just above a whisper, as air is still a hard commodity to come by for the former Queen Bitch. “Helluva finish you got there. Glad this is the one and only time I’m gonna be taking it.” Cassava stares at Beckett’s battered and sweaty face, then down at her extended hand for what seems like minutes. Finally, she does indeed reciprocate the show of sportsmanship, grasping the hand firmly and giving a couple shakes.
“Great match.” she grunts, still, even now, unsure of Cassandra’s motives. Cassandra nods, her small smile widening a little as the crowd roared its approval at the sportsmanship being shown. Beckett then takes Onika’s hand and raises it high above their heads to even more raucous applause.
“Given everything that’s passed between us,” Cassie whispers into Cassava’s ear, “I won’t try an’ hug ya...even though I want to.” In response, the victorious Internet Sensation huffs, shaking her head. She then puts her free arm around Cassandra, giving her a half-hug, making the Nebraskan Terror’s eyes go wide with shock.
“Maybe...But you’ve earned it.” She finally tells her, “I’ll never admit I was wrong for not trusting you, but you proved to me you’ve been on the up and up all along since you set foot here.”
Tears well up in Beckett’s eyes as she lets go of Cassava’s hand. “Th...thank you, Cassava. You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me.” Kylie’s Number One Fan let a small smile of her own slip as she nods in acknowledgement. “You’ve got a bright future, baby.” she continues, her hand now on Cassava’s shoulder, “Do big things. I’m sorry I won’t be here to watch you grow as a wrestler. But, hey, watching you on the tv is a close second, right? Take care, Cassava Onika. I’ll always be thinking of you.” And with that, she reluctantly pulls away from the Milk Chocolate Mauler and begins to walk away to allow Cassava to receive her much-deserved accolades from the FAWNatics.
“Wait!” Cassava finally called out to her, just as she was climbing through the top and middle ropes. Cassandra stops in her tracks and looks back at her unrequited love, who was now approaching her anew. “Don’t quit.” she finally continues once she’s beside her. Cassandra stepped through the strands so that she could stand properly as Cassava talked to her, the ropes a barrier between them. “This was about me needing to beat you,” she finally continued, “really beat you, not the rollup wins I got on you in Arizona. Now that I have, that I know I’ve got what it takes to beat you, I know I can beat just about anybody. You made me a better wrestler, Beckett. And, it seems like, I made you a better person.” Cassandra lets out a sob at that, in spite of herself. She wipes her eyes as Cassava continues. “What I’m trying to say is...We need each other, to grow. I can’t promise I can give you what you want from me...but how about we start fresh over a beer?”
Cassandra looks breathless at hearing Cassava’s words. After a moment, she nods rapidly. “Y-yeah, okay...I’ll think about it...Boss lady did say the door was open if I wanted to come back. But for now...I’ll take that beer with you. Hell yeah, I will. Shit, maybe we’ll get our drinks for free if you walk in wearing that getup!” Cassava smiles and climbs through the ropes to join her. After giving an appreciative wave to the fans, the two of them hop down off the apron and walk up the ramp together, exchanging notes about the match they just had.
I’m becom-, I’m becom-, I’m becoming
I’m becom-, I’m becom-, I’m becoming
Chris Jericho’s sibilant voice fills the speakers of FAWN Arena, and the lights flash between white, red, and purple as Fozzy’s “Judas” begins in earnest. Before long, Cassandra Beckett struts out onto the stage.
JUDAS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqURPBtGJzg&list=RDlqURPBtGJzg&start_radio=1
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
“Introducing first, hailing from Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred thirty-two pounds...She is the “Queen Bitch” CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
Beckett’s arrival is met, mostly, with an uncomfortable silence, along with a small mix of cheers and boos. Last month, the Queen Bitch went completely off the rails during her match with Cassava Onika, and the FAWN Faithful still aren’t quite sure what to make of the classic brunette beauty. Cassandra looks out at the crowd from the top of the entrance ramp, and the fans either watching at home or looking at her visage on the FAWNTron can’t help but notice the mournful expression on her face. Taking a deep breath and a moment to collect herself, she then makes her way down the ramp, focused on the task at hand, avoiding eye contact with the fans at ringside. For this, what has been hyped up in advertisements as the final match between Beckett and Cassava Onika, Cassandra is wearing her standard ring gear. 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. She ascends the steel stairs and steps through the ropes, doing a lap around the ring, fist raised, and then eases back into the nearest corner to let tonight’s sucker-er, referee, Al Carpenter, to perform his pre-match inspection of Cassandra’s wardrobe.
CASSAVA ONIKA:
KICKKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
“And her opponent, from Pleasant Valley, Iowa...She stands five feet, two inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred twenty-five pounds...She is the Woman of 1,000 Hip Attacks...This is CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
The crowd goes nuts at the opening beats of the Superfan’s theme, the young rookie already having a surprisingly large fanbase due to her nearly 12 years old online show and social media presence. When the dusky woman parts the curtains, and walks out onto the stage, those cheers became a mix of stunned yells, catcalls, and shocked silence. Cassava walks out with none of her usual bouncy, optimistic energy; Instead she is calm and focused, with a steady, predatory gait that mesmerised those watching with each swing of her hips, including her opponent for the evening. But that was only the tip of the spear that stabbed fan’s expectations. She reaches out a hand to slap some of the multitudes offered as she makes her way down the ramp to ringside, but the fans were a distant second priority for the ASSassin tonight.
Substituting her usual ring attire was a full body mesh one piece that covered her feet but left her arms bare, the stitching pattern revealing a gridwork of satiny flesh, simultaneously covering and showing much more skin than usual. On her feet she wore fuzzy, strap high heels that one would expect to see in the bedroom rather than a wrestling arena. Clothing her sacred entryways is a black g-string that even under the suit seemed scandalous, her large, perky breasts, normally kept in check by a red bra, swayed freely. Her nipples are just barely covered by strategically placed strands of the body suit were either reacting to the cool air or showcasing Onika’s excitement for the match. Beckett had to force her eyes from not blatantly following their every movement.
i.imgur.com/60yNtrz.jpg
Cassandra’s jaw hangs open at the sight of Cassava in that outfit. While it was too low for even the ringside mics to pick up, even poor lip-readers could see her saying “Holy shit.” barely above a whisper. Meanwhile, The Iowan’s gaze was locked on to Cassandra’s face the moment she stepped out, a carnivorous glare that bared no anger or malice, just the knowledge that she would devour her because that was the nature of things. Beckett was a little unsettled by it…. and very turned on.
Reaching the apron of the ring, Cassava just stands there a moment, analyzing Beckett before turning her back and sitting on the edge to take off her heels. The fact that this is the first time in over a year that Onika thought enough of Beckett to trust her to not blindside her was not lost on the Nebraskan Terror, who had taken the moment in Onika’s blindspot to wipe any drool that started forming. Placing her fuck-me pumps by the steel stairs, Cassava stands on the ring edge and swings one leg inside, bends under the top rope and brings her other leg in, breaking the unspoken rule that all wrestlers who show off their tush must pose in the ropes for pics. The wrestlers never break eye contact as they go to their respective corners for referee Al Carpenter’s pat down. The official completes his inspection of Cassandra and heads over to this new version of the Online Sensation, “Have I ever found anything in these moments?” he thinks to himself. Al begins his pat down of the rookie, though given her outfit he feels this is another exercise in futility.
“Trying out a new gimmick?” He asks as he goes, making small talk to break the silence.
Cassava shakes her head, “Nah, just in a mood. I need to move past this thing with Beckett.”
Al nods in agreement as he finishes checking Onika’s fishnet covered feet, he braces himself for Cassava to turn and offer her backside but the dyed blonde remains focused on Cassandra, doing small stretches that made her chest wobble distractingly. Carpenter shrugs slightly and gets up to start the match, as heads to center ring he hears Onika say “I’ll make it up to you next match”.
“Please don’t,” he says with a twinge of begging. Jenny is not a fan of how friendly the rookie is with him.
DING DING DING
As Cassava strides out confidently, though not arrogantly, to center canvas, Beckett seems rooted to the spot, entranced by the new Superfan, but not letting it show on her face, masking it with intense concentration. Cassava stood ready for 10 seconds that stretched on forever, before placing her hands on her hips.
“Would you like to turn this into a staring contest?” she calls to her, half-sarcastic, with a slightly seductive edge to her voice that takes the Nebraskan off-guard even further. Beckett mentally shakes off her haze after committing the image of Onika’s new outfit to memory for use on lonely nights. Waiting an additional 5 seconds to make it seem like her stunned stillness was a strategic move, Cassandra stepped out of the corner and quickly sped up to a jarring collar and elbow tie up. “You’ll be able to tell your kids you had Cassandra Beckett’s last match, Cassava,” the Nebraskan grunts as the two women push against one another, “but I’ll be damned if you’ll be able to tell ‘em you won Cassandra Beckett’s last match!”
“Nnngh!! Bring it on, bitch!” Onika retorts, planting her dainty feet and skidding back a good 16 inches under Cassandra’s crushing force, their arms pushing and pulling at their holds in a bid for control. Once the dyed blonde had stopped the opposing momentum she quickly transitions Beckett into a tight side headlock, grinding her temple against her shapely hip(hip attack 17). As Cassandra’s head was being ground against Onika’s hipbone, the smell of perfume wafted into her nostrils from Cassava’s smooth skin. Reminding Beckett of a forest after a summer rain, the intoxicating scent forcing some of the only good childhood memories she had to the surface.
This level of distraction allowed Onika to flip Beckett over while maintaining the headlock with almost no resistance.
HEADLOCK TAKEOVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U92CgfmcmSM
The quick impact to the mat drives the air out of Cassandra’s lungs, allowing Onika to collect a one count before she shoots a shoulder up. The asstacular woman then tightens the noose on Beckett’s skull while keeping her weight on her nemesis’ chest. The former Queen Bitch normally would have broken this hold by now, but the simple hold forced the side of Cassandra’s head against her former victim’s very underrated boobs. Nuzzling the jugg for a beat, Cassandra bicycles her legs to try and hook them around Onika’s head and escape the hold, noticing the struggle, Cassava bears down on the headlock, putting some color in Beckett’s cheeks before Cassandra’s sculpted gams close on her head like pliers and tearing her away from crushing Beckett’s skull and trapping her in a powerful scissors. Placing her palms on the canvas for leverage, Cassandra bore down and pulsed her legs, making Onika’s heels beat the mat as she she writhed to free herself.
“Gonna squeeze you out of that outfit like a tube of toothpaste,’ says Beckett, not necessarily as a threat, but with a playful tinge to her voice, as she alternates tense and relaxing with each word, forcing muffled groans from her living knee pillow. Cassava slaps and beats at the Nebraskan legs but find no weakness to exploit. She considers clawing her way out, but doesn’t want to turn the match in that direction till it’s absolutely necessary. A combination of of bridging and crab walking turns the Superfan onto her stomach still locked into the scissors, as if she stopped in the middle of the ring for a deep prayer and Beckett slipped her thighs around her head at the last second. Still not finding the room to free her noggin Cassava leans into the mat and goes into a crowd pleasing headstand. On another night with another opponent Cassava would have taken a moment to twerk in that position for a taunt but tonight she’s all business, much to the misfortune of her fans. Cassava grounds her head harder into the canvas in prep for-SLAP!
Beckett took her hands off the canvas to crack both palms to the corresponding ass cheeks of Cassava sending her back to her belly, punctuated by another pulse of her legs. The trapped Iowan grumbles but the sound is lost under Cassandra’s salty flesh.
I’m going to miss that feeling Cassandra muses, and that sound.
Onika tries to leap out of the lock with another handstand only to be be spanked down again, this time Cassandra uses one hand in a whipping motion with Cassava’s crack as the target, wanting to feel both cheeks wobble at once. While Beckett is normally booed for her antics and Onika cheered, the crowd is hoppin and hollering in approval. They may love the young rookie but they love seeing her spanked more.
Cassava tries to wiggle her way out of Beckett’s legs but accomplishes nothing other than shaking her hips for the first ten rows. Onika tries for a 3rd headstand after crawling for ropes results in Cassandra tightening the noose of her legs, seeing her favorite rear go vertical she whips her hand back for the hardest paddle of the night, but she misses!
Moments before contact, Cassava bends back down and Beckett’s torso twists under its own momentum, before you can blink Cassava straightens up and pushes out of the scissorhold in a front flip! Landing on her feet behind the seated Cassandra, Onika thrusts her hips forward then rockets back, rabbit punching Beckett with her glutes.
Whiffing on leaving a palm print on Onika’s barely covered backside was surprising, Onika doing a strong impression of Dominique Daly was shocking, being peach punched in the back of the head was just a bad time. Her left hand holding her occiput, Cassandra was in a sloppy three point stance, trying to stop her eyes from rolling when Onika rushes her with a knee to the stomach flipping her onto her back, breathless. Cassava goes for a cross body pin with a forearm pressing down on Beckett’s cheek. Al gets to 2 and ¾ before Cassandra gets a shoulder up.
Hoping for a quick pin but not expecting it, Cassava pulls Beckett up by the wrist and presses her into the ropes, Onika’s mesh covered coco breasts press into Cassandra’s vanilla hills for a moment before Cassava drops her hips and send her off with a deep Irish whip, and following a step behind her till stopping two-thirds of the squared circle, and waiting for Cassandra to rebound back.
Sent rocketing away to the far ropes, Cassandra turns at just the right moment to hit the strands with her back instead of her tits. Bouncing off the ropes, Beckett runs to Cassava, leaping into a Lou Thesz Press, which is countered by Onika grabbing her just below the breasts and throwing her up, adding to Cassandra’s vertical momentum. On her way back down Cassava did a swift about-face and grabbed her ankles, letting Becketts chin bounce off her hindquarters in some kind of ass stunner
SPONTANEOUS BOOTAY (HIP ATTACK 133):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifHeTxygxwc&list=PLbrvF8UB94rB9bYwDaQxC8fNJKMQ-lcMe&index=5 00:34
Splayed onto her back with limbs akimbo, Beckett’s chest heaves as she tries to get in air. Seeing that Cassandra was still stunned, Onika ran to the ropes closest to Beckett, leaping over the brunette’s head. Turning in mid-air, Cassava landed both feet on the bottom rope in a crouched position and launched a springboard kneedrop to Beckett’s cheek.
MICRO TRANSGRESSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RFossdjWFo
Rolling after impact, the secret love child of Lakeisha Bates and Kylie Sanders rose up like she just picked a penny off the sidewalk; going to a standing straddle of Beckett’s pale midsection. Onika showed a glimpse of her usual self by raising her arms over her head and grabbing her elbows, and giving her ass a quick side-to-side shake, which to the audience was like waving a bloody steak in front of a pack of wolves. Cassava then jumps up and kicks her legs straight out above Beckett, looking to crush her stomach with a Banzai Drop.
STANDING BANZAI DROP (HIP ATTACK 6):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sG-gX8ahDu4
A Banzai drop with Cassava’s attributes is a potential match ender,,, if it hits. At just the last moment Cassandra rolled clear making Onika crash to the thinly covered floorboards tailbone first. As Cassava lets out a moan and grabs her sore tush, Beckett has rolled to the ropes and used them to get vertical. Seeing Onika prone Beckectt fires a sharp toe kick to the base of Cassava spine, making her arch her back, the blows making Onika scrunch her eyes, Cassandra follows up with a a big right hand knocking the Superfan flat on canvas. Beckett backpedals to rebound off the nearby ropes to drop an elbow across Onika’s lovely chest. After landing Cassandra quickly spun on her rear and stood back up, only to drop another elbow onto the same spot, landing with a ‘thwap’. Cassandra stood up again and repeated the elbow for the third straight time, and a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth.
CONTINUOUS ELBOWS:
www.dailymotion.com/video/x6zd6l8
Around the fourth elbow both Carpenter and the crowd grow concerned that Cassandra would elbow Onika till she was pounded through the ring onto the concrete below. After the sixth elbow, Al steps in.
“Alright, that’s enough Cassandra, move on,” he orders, as he steps partially between the two, at least giving the squirming Superfan some to recuperate. To partial success, as Cassava groans and turtles onto her stomach as a minor form of defense.
“It’s okay, I’m not trying to injure her, just soften her up,” Cassandra holds her hands up in an act of innocence as boos rain down on her. Kneeling next to the curled up rookie, Beckett bullies Cassava onto her back, raises her right hand into the air and stabs it downward, digging her fingers into Cassava’s abdomen.
BELLY CLAW: www.youtube.com/watch?v=07WWDPdNly8&feature=youtu.be&t=103
“Graagh!... Ooopf!”
Onika cries out at the invasion and tries to pry the invading hand away to no avail, when Beckett corkscrews a thumb into her bellybutton she beats her feet against the mat and pulls at her own hair to distract herself from the pain. Al moves to the other side of the suffering Online Sensation and gives her out.
“What do you say? Want to call it?”
Cassava shakes her head no, not wanting let Beckett know how much pain she was in with her voice. After a long and painful minute Cassandra withdraws her talon, leaving five red welts, and she quickly follows the claw up with a deeeep gut punch, that folds Onika in half and forces the air from her lungs. Beckett pops her knuckles from Cassava’s innards and slips her arm under her raised knees to pin Cassava in a tight cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!
Cassava gets a shoulder up with a second to spare, which is about Beckett expects after fighting her so many times. Cassandra drags the dyed blonde up by the wrists and sends her off for the farthest set of ropes, and sets off a few steps behind. Onika turns to hit the ropes back first, unfortunately she ricochets off them into Cassandra’s thrust knee!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONEMZ60jI1s
The bootylicious battler’s momentum carries her over Cassandra’s bent stem to land on the mat in a jarring tumble, Onika crosses her arms over her stomach and has to fight to not throw up, live on camera.
“Come on girl,” Cassandra grabs her by the pink and gold tresses, “up and out.”
Beckett takes the woman in front a face lock and sticks her fingers through the mesh by Onika’s hip for a grip. What is this, a full body stocking? Either way I’ll be imagining it later, Cassandra muses as she hooks her fingers through the mesh.
With the two points of access Beckett lifted Cassava to high noon, holding her upside down for a few seconds for the cameras to get a good shot and for the blood to to rush to her head. Once Beckett was certain Onika’s fingers and toes were numb, she throws her onto the ropes, looking to bisect her tummy on the top strand.
SUPLEX TO ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWNgn_db5Kk
Onika managed to place her hands on Beckett and push off as Cassandra was slamming her down, clearing herself of the ropes, nearly teetering over the edge of the apron but windmilled her arms enough to catch herself. Cassandra showed no indication that she was mad at this new development and just rolled with the punches. The brunette reached over the top strand to try for another suplex while Cassava was unbalanced but was a second too late, and paid for it with an elbow to the sternum and a kick to the gut, doubling her over.
Cassava pulls Beckett in between the top and and second rope, keeping her bent over with a controlling grip on her hair. Onika arches her hips away and then swung ‘em back, blasting Cassandra in the side of her head with an order of cake, drawing cheers from an inebriated and horny crowd. Cassava beat Beckett’s face with her hip again, the power in that shapely ass making a wave travel from Cassandra’s neck, down throughout the rest of her body. Cassava then backs away a few feet to the corner post and runs to the the stunned Nebraskan, blasting her back into the ring with a final butt strike. (hip attack 40)
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Cassandra ‘s eyes roll in her head after the repeated ass attacks, some ignorant wrestlers think the Lakeisha Bates style of fighting is more for turning on drunken frat boys, but that’s only till they end up under a pair of taut cheeks. The only silver lining to Beckett getting her butt kicked by Cassava’s is that is that this is likely the last time she’ll be able to get her hands on it, and boy did she want to have her hands on it. As Cassandra pondered the dichotomy of the situation, Onika heads to the top buckle for some high flying. Crouched like a gargoyle on top the corner post, Kylie’s Number One Fan waits till her past tormenter’s writhing subsides a bit, so she’s lying flat, and launches herself into air. Reaching a height that shocked most of the fans in attendance, Cassava shoots her legs out in a mid-air split, looking to make a pair of craters in Beckett’s chest
BOMBS AWAY (HIP ATTACK 50):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wq58qvVhxv4&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=0s&index=266
Getting her wits about her just as Onika hit her apex, Beckett looks up to a soaring Cassava framed by the arena lights, resembling a sexy caramel angel of vengeance, and rolls away from the impact zone like a log down a river. Cassandra keeps rolling till she hits the turnbuckle Onika leapt from, and uses them to quickly scamper to a standing position.
“Woo! Gawd damn, that was cloARRK!”
Showing a deceptive amount of agility Cassava had rolled with the landing, negating most of the impact. She then ran the short distance the opposite corner post and sprinted back to the spot she left as Beckett was turning to face her. At the last second the dyed blonde with pink highlights jumps up and turns, hitting her backside into Cassandra’s face and chest with a THWHAPP!
FLYING ASS (HIP ATTACK 4):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S15AgvaE7c (@ 00:05)
Cassava’s ass hits Beckett like a cannonball, taking the strength out of her legs and dropping her to a crumbled seat in the turnbuckle. Onika, who had bounced onto her feet after the collision, turns and looks at the former Queen Bitch’s crumpled form. Very winded from her recent gymnastics and accumulating damage, Cassava takes a moment to put her hands on her knees take a few deep breaths; the fans seated behind shout catcalls as Onika’s ass sticks out invitingly, the fans in front whoop and holler as they’re greeted with a deep cleavage shot of Cassava’s exquisite, yet often overlooked breasts. “You’ll be tasting my ass for a month by the time this is over,” the tired Iowan rasps at Cassandra, before stalking over to the far post.
Cassandra, meanwhile, struggles to get to all fours. "Nnngh! You...say that...like it's meant to be a threat, sugar." That last comment causes Onika to do a quick double take as Beckett goes to her hands and knees, allowing Cassava to see down the star in her top. The Online Sensation shakes her head clear of confusing thoughts and focuses on the task at hand.Grabbing the top ropes for leverage Cassava goes into a fast sprint preparing for a leaping hipcheck.
Onika takes to the air and spins to bring her best assets forward, the millisecond Cassandra was out of her peripheral vision, Beckets rolls to the ring apron letting Cassava collide harshly into the buckles. Onika groans lightly and takes a couple steps away from the corner holding the small of her back, Becket slips her legs under the bottom rope and ensnares Cassava in a drop toe hold, making the Superfan trip and fall on her face and tits. The drawback to a fighting style like Onika’s is that your back is to your opponent much of the time.
As Onika checks to see if her nose is broken Cassandra slips down to the floor by the post, grabs Cassava’s ankle and gives a sharp pull to align her to the corner. The dyed blond gives a yelp as her smooth skin scrapes against the rough canvas, her new outfit is sexy but offers little protection. The juncture of Onika’s thighs are now lined up with the post with both of her ankles in position of Cassandra, the crowd goes “OOOHH” in prep for a crowd pleasing but painful move. Beckett places a foot against the steel post for leverage and looks up grinning at a worried Cassava who is too proud to beg but has a hand up in “Wait! Wait!” gesture.
The grin on Beckett’s face decreases but doesn’t go away, "Just makin' ya sweat, sugar...I already told you, I don't do this shit no more, remember? Now, THIS..." Cassandra slams Onika’s right leg against the ringpost, "...that's fair game."
“Grrah! Mitchell!” That was Onika’s word for cunt. Cassava tried to instinctively curl up but Cassandra still held her legs, the left of which she bangs against the ringpost moments after she discards the right, making Onika shudder in pain.
Referee Al Carpenter barks at Cassandra to “bring it back in the ring!” to which she dismisses with a wave of the hand before slamming Onika’s shins on the edge of the apron. The dyed pink and blonde rookie shrieks and curls up like bacon in a fryer. Mercifully, Beckett let go of her feet to roll into the ring. Cassava rocked back and forth as she tried to massage the pain away in her stems.
“Ugh, I’m going to use you like a g-string by the time this match is over, you-hey! Hey!” Cassandra strolls over and grabs the Superfan’s ankles again, flipping her onto her back and dragging her over to another side of the ring, making Cassava hiss as the rough mat scraped against the skin of her ass and back like sandpaper.
"Threats and talking tough don't mean a damn thing when it's go time, baby. You need to learn that. Talkin's for the cameras, fightin's for the ring." Cassandra slips under the ropes to the floor, and drags Cassava till her legs hanging over the edge, ignoring the official's pleas to get back in the ropes. “Save the dirty talking for later,” The Nebraskan raises Onika’s legs by the heels and slams her calves on the ring edge. The Online Sensation lets out a wail the makes anyone in earshot cringe, including Al and Beckett. The apron is actually the hardest part of ring, so even a small impact can cause injury. Thankfully Beckett is a young veteran and knows how to dish out the pain without going too far… till she wants to. “Almost over sweetie,” Cassandra promises with a soft coo as she pulls Onika out further, keeping an ear out for Carpenter’s growing count, this time her targets are Cassava’s toned calves. Beckett lifts up the dusky woman’s legs like a hands-on yoga instructor, then hammers them down repeatedly on the precipice.
“Aah! Fuuck! AAARG LET GO YOU BITCHAa!” Onika wails as she thrashes about in agony. Thankfully for her, Beckett finally releases Cassava’s abused gams and lets her roll away to center canvas, tears running down her cheeks as Al crouches to check for match stopping injuries. Cassandra just breathes for moment with hands on hips, taking a moment to gather some reserve energy as the boos from the FAWN Faithful wash over her. To the fans in the seats and watching at home, the Bitch was back and eager to punish her favorite rookie. Cassandra, however, just wanted to win and get this match over with, so she could ride off into the sunset.
Sliding into the ring on her belly, Cassandra is on her feet in a flash and standing beside Al, looking at her opponent with concern. “She okay, Al?” the Nebraskan Terror asks, the worry in her voice taking the zebra visibly aback.
“Uh...Yeah, I think so,” Al finally replies, “she’s not throwing in the towel, at any rate.” Cassandra licks her lips and nods.
“Alright. I ain’t gonna draw this out, don’t worry.” she replies with a pat on Al’s back, before she advances on Cassava. “I’m more sorry than words can say, Cassava,” she says mournfully, “for everything. I promise I ain’t gonna do this any longer than I have to.”
Cassava looks up at her aggressor in defiant rage. “Fuh...fuck you, Beckett! You do what you gotta do!” Cassandra lets out a deep sigh before grabbing the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s legs, bends one across the other in a figure four position, then locks her hands together to hold them in place and tries to turn her over onto her stomach. After a heated struggle, where Cassava takes a trio of missed swings at the former Queen Bitch, Cassandra is finally able to step through, turning her over, and sit back, completing her dreaded Texas Cloverleaf finisher.
TEXAS CLOVERLEAF: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFBGhzUVUgs
“”Rraah!” Cassava screams as Beckett twists her legs like a pretzel, a wave of what felt like acid traveled from her toe tips to her back, she squirmed and clawed, and pushed at Cassandra’s ankles but every movement just brought more pain. Beckett seemed to be in as much pain as Onika, her face scrunched up as Cassava’s screams brought tears to her eyes. Memories of every ambush, every attack, every humiliation she inflicted on Cassava resurfaced all at once. She hated herself, she hated this situation; she loved Cassava but she hated her for making her do this, she hated that Cassava had every right to treat her this way and more.
“Cassava please! Just give up! We can end this and you’ll never have to see me again!” Beckett begs, wanting to end the torture for both of them.
“No, I’m not losing to you again! This match is mine!” Onika yells back through gritted teeth.
Cassandra lets out a whine and shakes her head like she’s trying to wake up from a nightmare and sits in deeper and cranks up the hold, making Onika’s cries go up a few octaves.
Al Carpenter takes a knee by Cassava’s head, “How bout it Onika?Want me to stop this?” Kylie’s Number One Fan shakes head no, but doesn’t but doesn’t trust herself not to scream if she opens her mouth. Sanders doesn’t give up and neither will I! Cassava thinks of her hero to block out the pain. Onika then gets on her elbows and sslloowwlly army crawls to the ropes for salvation. Every inch closer makes the the volume of support from the crowd go up another two notches, they are on their feet screaming as Cassava fingertips are juust -
Beckett lurches them back to the starting line, cinching in the hold deeper! Cassava’s screams renew but they’re nearly drowned out by the torrent of boos raining down on Cassandra. “Come on Cassava!” Beckett crouches deeper, putting her ass just above Onika’s head and pulls up on her unrequited love’s legs, making the classic hold even more painful, “Just tap, I don’t want to injure you!”
Freedom being so close only to be snatched away, is a disheartening moment that chips away at Onika’s resolve, hearing Cassandra’s begging for her to give up for her own sake, strengthened it beyond measure.
SHE.
WAS.
NOT.
LOSING.
“AAAARGH!!”
To the amazement of the crowd, Cassava works her palms under herself and does a full push up keeping her arms straight! Cassava starts hand walking like she’s in the wheelbarrow race from hell, moving much faster than the previous attempt, each hands hits the mat with echoing authority. With an almost horror movie-like quality Onika nears the strands with jerky movements and grabs the middle rope with a tight grip!
Beckett doesn’t wait for Al to say break, she drops Cassava like she was hot to the touch. Cassandra all but sprints to the farthest corner and collapses into it. Back to bottom buckle, knees to chest, the heels of her hands in her eyes, Cassandra just wanted this to be over.
She won’t give up, but I can’t lose my last match, but she won’t give up! Cassandra is breaking down to her last drop of humanity. Why couldn’t they talk things out? Why didn’t she just walk away from that shower when Cassava rejected her? Why didn’t she just write a letter to apologize instead of just showing up? Why didn’t she do anything other than what she did? Why did she spend a better part of a year tormenting her for one loss?
While Cassandra was mentally flagellating herself, Onika was using the ropes as a ladder to slowly get to a standing position. Her legs were rubber noodles at this point and they couldn’t stop shaking; The Superfan had to keep both hands on the top rope to keep from falling. Al Carpenter places a hand on Cassava’s shoulder, “You’re having trouble standing, are you sure you don’t want me to stop this?”
Before she can answer Cassandra breaks out of her huddle, grabs Onika by the nape of neck and pulls her to middle of the ring. She slips her left arm around her neck in a loose front face lock in prep for a ddt.
“Please don’t kick out of this, I don’t want to hurt you anymoraAOH!”
Cassava gets her hands behind Beckett’s knees and puts her on her back with a double leg takedown, then flips herself over and brides on her toes for a pin! Al basically does a flying crossbody to the mat to make the count in time.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOO!!!
Beckett powers out of the matchbook, sending them both to their sides, Cassandra rises to all fours, but Onika is a tad faster and tackles her to ground. The next few seconds are a tumbling roll-around that delights the crowd, who responds with the time honoured chant of “Catfight! Catfight! Catfight!”. Delightful, but inaccurate, as Cassava isn’t raving or clawing, just searching for a dominant position. Beckett finally frees herself from Onika’s hands and tries to stand up but gets pulled into a small package!
ONE!
TWONOOO!
Cassandra’s ass was wiggling at the lights and dead to rights. To the surprise of everyone, from the fans to Al himself, Cassava had voluntarily broken the pin attempt, sliding off of the Nebraskan. “No flash pins this time,” she explains, barking in Cassandra’s ear, “...I'm beating you, and there's gonna be no question about it!" As Beckett uncurls from the pin, Onika’s hands strike like vipers and she wraps Cassandra in her patented Anaconda Vice/Front smother combination submission hold!
SMOTHERED CHICKEN: ANACONDA VICE AND JUGG SMOTHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uh1S5fG2ySU&index=48&t=477s&list=WL 7:51
Her right elbow up in the air and in Onika’s clutches, her other arm caught in the vice of Cassava’s left leg and elbow, her position at center canvas on her lower back with her legs thrashing in the air; Cassandra seemed to have lost control of the situation. Every subtle movement from the dyed blonde felt like it was intended to separate Beckett’s arm from it’s socket, making Cassandra yell vibrations into Cassava’s sweaty breasts. The upside to this scenario, if you can call it that, was that this was the most exposure Beckett has had with Onika’s breasts for some time. After a searing pull from Cassava makes her open her mouth to scream, Cassandra’s tongue slips out and instinctively licks drops of sweat from the dyed blondes tits. The addictive taste distracts Beckett from realizing that every time she yells, she loses more air and increases the chances of being smothered out.
"I'm gonna beat you and you're gonna know I beat you!" exclaims the Online Sensation as she rocks her shoulders back and forth, slapping her breasts against Cassandra’s cheeks. That seems to knock a little sense into Beckett and tries her damndest to to crawl to the ropes, she has to dig the heels of her boots into the canvas to drag the combined weight of her and Onika so it's a long and painful process. Cassava can sense a break coming so she wrenches her hold and bears down on the front smother so hard it's hard to tell where Beckett ends and her tits begin. Despite this, Cassandra manages to press the toe of her boot into the bottom rope, making Al order Onika to “break!”
Knowing this is her last chance to rest her legs the Iowan didn’t break the hold till Al started a count and got to “3!” After letting go Cassandra falls to the mat while Onika rests against the ropes. Beckett’s reputation and her previous match has made her target for boos all match but the crowd shows respect for her toughness and gives her her first applause of the night. Hearing the fans cheer for her, Cassandra shakes her head, mouthing, "No, don't cheer me, I don't deserve it."
Both fighters start pulling themselves up, but Cassava is a shade faster and slams her right thigh into Beckett’s middle, doubling her up. Onika laces both hands around the back of Cassandra’s neck and pulls her away from the ropes, keeping her bent over the Superfan goes to Cassandra’s right side, reaches in and pulls her right arm between her legs, then collects Beckett’s left arm under her right shoulder, looking to lift the Terror up and down for a pumphandle backbreaker.
PUMPHANDLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebkuBgtKlfc&t=76s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=18
Beckett does go up, but goes over instead of down, when Onika lifts Cassandra over her head the former Queen Bitch gets her wrist free and lands feet first behind the Milk Chocolate Mauler. Cassandra grabs her by the shoulder, spins her around and and buries a boot in her stomach for the first half of the Bitch Breaker.
BITCH BREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_GkYqSJc
As Cassandra turns for to complete her finisher Cassava grabs her by the hips and spins her about-face and slips her head between Beckett’s thighs for self-inflicted headscissors. Wrapping her arms her arms around Beckett’s knees, she stands up, draping the Nebraskan upside down like a backpack, Her head just under Onika’s weaponized ass. The Milk Chocolate Mauler takes a few steps deeper into the ring while switching to an overhand grip, hops into the air then falls to her knees, driving Cassandra to the mat skull first a split second before her face is crushed under the full force of Onika’s awesome ass!
UPSIDE DOWN CAKE: AXE GUILLOTINE DRIVER (@1:00):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOlyOyXCMQo&t=1s)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOlyOyXCMQo&t=1s
The force of the blow echoes throughout the stadium and and makes the ring shake, but it’s all drowned out by the crowds “OOOHH!!” Referee Al Carpenter is instantly worried that Cassandra may have a concussion. Onika let Beckett’s leg go when she dropped the hammer of her ass down, so she spreads her bent legs wider so more of her weight is carried on Cassandra’s face through her ass and undercarriage, Al slides into position for the the count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
ONE MONTH BEFORE CASSAVA’S ARRIVAL IN FAWN
The small crowd was on their feet as Cassava Onika’s final match in LAW reached a fever pitch. Her last match, a victory against Jesse “Jazz Hands” Piven was meant to be her swan song. However, following an especially humiliating backstage incident with her longtime tormentor, the Queen Bitch herself, Cassandra Beckett, Cassava demanded one final match with her to get even with her, once and for all, for all the horrible things she’d done to her. Unfortunately for the Milk Chocolate Mauler, although she’d put up a game fight, her outrage and anger clouded her judgement and took a little spring out of her step, allowing the Nebraskan Terror to stay one step ahead of Cassava for most of the match. To the surprise of literally everybody in attendance, Cassandra had fought this match one hundred percent clean, never once using the brutal, dirty tactics that he earned her reputation for.
“I’m really sorry I gotta send you out the door with an L, sugar.” Cassandra told the dyed blonde from a crouched position, waiting for Cassava to rise to deliver the killing blow. “But you ain’t gotta come into work here tomorrow. I do.” Just as she finished her sentence, Cassava rose to full height. Cassandra then pounced, putting boot leather to tummy as she kicked Cassava in the gut, her classic setup to her Bitch Breaker finisher. But Cassava was ready for her. Willingly bearing the brunt of the kick, the Internet Sensation grabbed Cassandra’s leg as she was pulling it back. Then, in one fluid motion, she put her other arm around the Nebraskan’s head and rolled her up into a small package pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
….THREE!!!
Just like in the match that started their yearlong heated feud, Cassava got the drop on Cassandra with a surprise pinfall. Cassava quickly rolled away from the shocked Nebraskan and hung herself out in the corner, her arms hanging over the top rope as she caught her breath. Cassandra, sitting back on her haunches, a look of shock but devoid of any malice, looked up at the referee and held up three fingers, questioning the count. When the referee nodded in confirmation, Cassandra nodded, looking disappointed, but still not angry, as her gaze fell upon the victor.
Cassava locked eyes with her bully and, expecting a punitive attack but still too exhausted to even head for higher ground, braced herself for one final retaliatory beatdown. Rising up from her haunches, the Queen Bitch strode over to her, grabbed the Sri Lankan beauty by the wrist and pulled her to the center of the ring. Cassava looked at Beckett with angry defiance, daring her to do her worst. She was, then, shocked when Beckett rose her arm in victory, pointing to her with her other hand. The fans, who had expected much the same as Onika did, erupted in confused but nonetheless jubilant applause as Cassandra then pulled Cassava in for a tight hug.
“Good luck in the big leagues, Cassava. I mean it.” the classic brunette whispered to the shellshocked Cassava. As she broke off the hug, she added, “That’s a really nice car you got. I’m glad you were able to find the cash to fix it up.” Cassava stared at her blankly, trying but failing to connect the dots. During their Falls Count Anywhere match a couple months back, Cassandra had slammed Cassava onto the hood of her own car, not actually knowing it was hers. Given her changing feelings for Cassava, and feeling bad about wrecking her ride, Cassandra wanted to make it right. Knowing full well that Cassava would never accept the money if she knew it came from her, she simply slipped an unmarked envelope containing $2,000 cash into Cassava’s locker while her match for the night was going on. Cassava could never figure out who gave her the money, and she did ask around afterwards, but she wasn’t foolish enough to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Cassandra gave Cassava a sweet smile and a reverent bow of her heat before exiting the ring to allow Cassava to have her moment alone in the spotlight. Cassava thoughtfully watched Cassandra leave, her eyes occasionally straying to her backside that rivaled (not surpassed, she would be quick to point out) her own. And it was at this moment that doubt in her head about Beckett creeped in. Had she been wrong about her that night she visited her in the shower? Had she mistaken a sincere attempt to reconcile for treachery? She quickly dismissed those thoughts with a few shakes of her head and waved to the crowd, smiling and basking in their adulation.
The crowd erupts at seeing the fan favorite finally get a definitive over her biggest rival and long time bully, at the first chime of the bell Cassava’s body loses all tension and she falls backward, arms and legs splayed, the back of her head resting on Beckett’s pelvis, her rump all but swallowing Cassandra’s features. The Iowan’s stocking suit had become disarrayed in the final flurry, allowing one nipple free and standing proud, dancing on her chest as it heaved trying to take in air. Official Al Carpenter came over and gently pulled Kylie’s Number One Fan to a standing position by the wrist and shoulder, the sweat from the two women’s skin acted as a light adhesive so Carpenter had to peeelll Cassava off the Nebraskan’s supine body, once her ass finally disengaged from Beckett’s face faint lines could be seen crisscrossing her features, the patchwork of Cassava’s new suit leaving its mark of victory on Cassandra’s face.
Taking the smaller woman a few step away Al raises Cassava’s hand to a roaring crowd. The reality of the victory sinks in and Onika has to keep from crying, placing her free hand over half of her face as the catharsis begins to overwhelm her. Meanwhile, behind them, Beckett finally begins to stir and drag herself over to the ropes to help her slowly pull herself up. In spite of herself, and her internal disappointment in losing her final match, a small smile stretches across Cassandra’s face as she sees Cassava basking in the afterglow of the biggest win of her career. After taking a moment to shake out the aches and pains of the hard, fast-paced match they just had, Cassandra strides over to them and taps Cassava on the shoulder. Referee and wrestler both spin around to face the Nebraskan, and both wear a look of apprehension as they see the taller brunette standing before them.
“Hey, come on, Cassandra…” Al whines, sensing Beckett’s intentions, “Match is over, and it was a good one. Don’t ruin it by - “ Cassandra cuts him off by gently placing her left hand on his shoulder and holding her right hand up to him, palm out, nonverbally telling him to calm down. She then looks to Cassava, who is waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. However that doesn’t happen, as the hand Beckett had raised to quiet Al now extends to the Iowan in an offer of a handshake.
“Great match, Cassava.” Cassava breathes, her voice just above a whisper, as air is still a hard commodity to come by for the former Queen Bitch. “Helluva finish you got there. Glad this is the one and only time I’m gonna be taking it.” Cassava stares at Beckett’s battered and sweaty face, then down at her extended hand for what seems like minutes. Finally, she does indeed reciprocate the show of sportsmanship, grasping the hand firmly and giving a couple shakes.
“Great match.” she grunts, still, even now, unsure of Cassandra’s motives. Cassandra nods, her small smile widening a little as the crowd roared its approval at the sportsmanship being shown. Beckett then takes Onika’s hand and raises it high above their heads to even more raucous applause.
“Given everything that’s passed between us,” Cassie whispers into Cassava’s ear, “I won’t try an’ hug ya...even though I want to.” In response, the victorious Internet Sensation huffs, shaking her head. She then puts her free arm around Cassandra, giving her a half-hug, making the Nebraskan Terror’s eyes go wide with shock.
“Maybe...But you’ve earned it.” She finally tells her, “I’ll never admit I was wrong for not trusting you, but you proved to me you’ve been on the up and up all along since you set foot here.”
Tears well up in Beckett’s eyes as she lets go of Cassava’s hand. “Th...thank you, Cassava. You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me.” Kylie’s Number One Fan let a small smile of her own slip as she nods in acknowledgement. “You’ve got a bright future, baby.” she continues, her hand now on Cassava’s shoulder, “Do big things. I’m sorry I won’t be here to watch you grow as a wrestler. But, hey, watching you on the tv is a close second, right? Take care, Cassava Onika. I’ll always be thinking of you.” And with that, she reluctantly pulls away from the Milk Chocolate Mauler and begins to walk away to allow Cassava to receive her much-deserved accolades from the FAWNatics.
“Wait!” Cassava finally called out to her, just as she was climbing through the top and middle ropes. Cassandra stops in her tracks and looks back at her unrequited love, who was now approaching her anew. “Don’t quit.” she finally continues once she’s beside her. Cassandra stepped through the strands so that she could stand properly as Cassava talked to her, the ropes a barrier between them. “This was about me needing to beat you,” she finally continued, “really beat you, not the rollup wins I got on you in Arizona. Now that I have, that I know I’ve got what it takes to beat you, I know I can beat just about anybody. You made me a better wrestler, Beckett. And, it seems like, I made you a better person.” Cassandra lets out a sob at that, in spite of herself. She wipes her eyes as Cassava continues. “What I’m trying to say is...We need each other, to grow. I can’t promise I can give you what you want from me...but how about we start fresh over a beer?”
Cassandra looks breathless at hearing Cassava’s words. After a moment, she nods rapidly. “Y-yeah, okay...I’ll think about it...Boss lady did say the door was open if I wanted to come back. But for now...I’ll take that beer with you. Hell yeah, I will. Shit, maybe we’ll get our drinks for free if you walk in wearing that getup!” Cassava smiles and climbs through the ropes to join her. After giving an appreciative wave to the fans, the two of them hop down off the apron and walk up the ramp together, exchanging notes about the match they just had.