Cassandra Beckett is helping Cassava Onika down the hallway, her arm draped around her back, and vice versa. Cassava had taken quite a beating in her match with Bootyshock, and now that the adrenaline of the post-match activities had worn off, she was finding that simply taking a step made her muscles burn. Cassandra had offered to carry the Milk Chocolate Mauler, but Cassava had too much pride for that. Besides, thankful as she was for Cassandra’s help, she still didn’t know quite what to think about the fact that she now found herself standing beside the former Queen Bitch, rather than across from her as an adversary. They were making their way to Cassava’s locker room, when they come upon a diminutive blonde, dressed in casual business attire, and holding a microphone, clearly waiting for the duo.
MEL SUTTON:
“Cassandra! Cassava!” Mel calls to the pair as they were approaching, “A moment of your time, please?” Cassandra looks to Onika, silently questioning if she’s okay to take some questions. After a beat, the Sri Lankan beauty nods slowly and Cassandra gently props her up against the wall, setting a hand across her taut tummy to steady her. Both women look at FAWN’s Social Media Director, prompting her to begin her interview. “Alright, first of all, Cassava, you just went through a pretty gruelling match. How are you feeling?”
“Worse than I usually feel,” Cassava answers in between gulps of air, “but better than Lakeisha looks.” The potshot at one-half of her opponents this evening gets a smirk from Cassandra.
Mel nods before continuing “Now...The two of you just had a very heated, if brief, feud, here, and before the two of you came here - with all due respect, Cassandra - this woman made your life a living hell for close to a year. How do you feel about having this woman you presumably hate to thank for helping you against Bootyshock?"
The Internet Sensation licks her lips, searching for the right way to say what’s on her mind. “Our history…” she finally begins, “is just that. We've said what we needed to say to each other to move on from that. Beckett has grown a lot from when I first met her and is a different person. I wish I realized that earlier but what happened happened, but I guess we needed to go through that.” She then turns to Cassandra and speaks to her directly, “Thanks for the assist. I know MANAGEMENT won't be happy about it, but I hear sometimes the elderly get into dark moods in the last few years"
Mel visibly winces as Cassava takes a couple potshots at FAWN’s Commissioner, Bethany Christian, before shaking it off and trying to move the pair on from that, “I..see. Is there anything else you’d like to get off your chest, Cassava?”
Cassava pauses, considering what to say next, finally shaking her head and saying, “Not now. I got plans for FAWN. A lot of you are going to be pleasantly surprised, some of you might not. But trust me when I say a lot of old sins are going to be balanced out. I'm going to be an agent of Karma" she pauses for a moment, before adding, "Trademark pending."
“Alright, then,” Mel nods, turning to the former Queen Bitch, “How about you, Cassandra? Your brief time here has been consumed with your…”history,” as Miss Onika put it...Word around the locker room was that you intended for your last match with Cassava to be your swan song in FAWN, and yet here you are, helping out a woman that you made absolutely miserable. So, my question for you is twofold: Why help Cassava against Bootyshock, and are you indeed back?”
“Well, you know,” the Nebraskan Terror begins, turning to face the camera, “I’ve had the last few months to sit at home and watch all this unfold. And, this might be a little rich coming from me...but what’s been happening to this girl right here ain’t right. Yeah, I made a career of brutalizing and hurting bitches, but I always did it to their face, and it was always one on one!” This gets a nod of concession from the Superfan, “I never needed backup to do what I did, but these Bootyshock bitches? They know they can’t hold a candle to Cassava, so they gang up on her, and they
still only barely manage to beat her!”
She then inches closer to the camera, her expression darkening, her eyes smoldering with anger, “And make no mistake, Bootyshock! I, Cassava, and all those fans out there know why you went after Cassava, and it ain’t for her little belt! Let’s turn back the clock a bit. The two of you ain’t been seen around here in almost two damn years! Now, why is that? Well, let’s look at the last thing you two skanks did...The Queens of the Ring Tournament. And for all your history, you didn’t even rate a spot on the bracket itself. No, you had to earn a spot through a play-in round! How did that feel bitches? To have fallen so far that you had to fight for just a chance to get in the tournament? Beach Bombers, Sisters of Mercy, Body Shop? They all made the cut. But one of the O.G.’s of FAWN? Naw, you had to win a play-in first. And you
failed! You
lost! To Swedish! Fucking! Bikini! Team! You couldn’t even beat those blonde bimbos, whom we haven’t seen since those biker chicks wrecked ‘em last February! You got embarrassed, and you couldn’t handle it, so you fucked off to Mexico. Where you could live off your reputation, which, let’s face facts, ladies, reputation is all you’ve got at this point. You ran away to Mexico, and you got something you never could accomplish in FAWN: tag team gold.”
“So what happened, girls? You’re living large down south, and you decide to turn on the tv, check out your old stomping grounds. And what did you see? You saw that Fawn had left you two behind and you weren’t even all that missed! And then…” she pauses to clap Cassava on the chest, inadvertently setting her boobs to bouncing, “...you saw this woman, Cassava Onika. A woman that has it going on more than the two of you combined EVER did! And you got indignant at being forgot, and you got jealous, seeing Cassava doing more with what she got, and being hotter than you two ever were.” The Milk Chocolate Mauler gives her a little side look, surprised at the hype job Cassandra’s giving her, and more than a little flattered by it. “And so, you packed your bags and came back to Orlando, thinking you would just steamroll her, and eliminate the competition. Well, news flash, girls: Cassava Onika ain’t your competition. You ain’t on her level, you ain’t on the level below her, or even the level below THAT! Think about it; Gauntlet matches, handicap matches, and you two bitches still just scrape by. She left you skanks in the dust the minute she was born! And to answer your second question, Mel, you’re damn right I’m back! And I think you two need to understand just what that means, what it is you’re getting yourselves into. It’s like I told you, Bates, it’s “Queen Bitch,” and I damn sure earned that nickname. And how did I earn it? Not by doing catty cunt bullshit like going into trunks, or mangling a bitch’s tits, though I’ll admit I ain’t above doing that either.” This earns a flinch from Cassava, as she recalls her own torture at the talons of the Queen Bitch. “No, I’m the QUEEN Bitch because I shortened careers! I sent bitches to the ER! I
HURT PEOPLE!! Bottom line! And you’re gonna find out, firsthand! The Bitch is back, and I’m here to watch HER back! And it ain’t gonna be over after we take you two pieces of trash out, either! No, after that, you two have a date with destiny, as Cassava is gonna humiliate the two of you, one at a time, once she’s finally allowed to defend that pretty little belt of hers. That’s right, you stupid hoes! You two are gonna be first in line to get humbled by the best ass that’s ever walked through FAWN’s doors! And I’m gonna have a front-row seat to watch the whole thing. Get ready, Bootyshock, because the game just changed, and you’re about to find out just how behind the game you really are.”
Beckett takes a couple deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before turning back to Mel, “That give you what you wanted, Miss Sutton?” The diminutive blonde gives a nod, leading to one from Cassandra. “Cool.” she then turns back to Cassava, putting her arm around her again, “Come on, Hot Stuff, let’s get you looked at, and then we can have that talk…”
Cassava nods, putting her arm on Cassandra’s shoulder, “Okay...going by all that, I think we’ve got more to discuss than I’d thought.” she says thoughtfully, looking at Beckett almost in a new light as she lets her help her down the hallway to the infirmary.
