Post by boobytrap on Jun 4, 2019 23:17:49 GMT
CASSAVA ONIKA
Cassava Onika, dressed casually but professionally in a beige skirt that showed off her toned legs and a matching sleeveless blouse that revealing enough cleavage to be distracting… but not scandalous, sat in a cloth and fold chair in front of a large poster showcasing FAWN’s upcoming PPV that took up most of the wall. Across her from was FAWN youngest and least confident referee Merle (last name unknown) dressed in a crisp dark blue suit, baby blue shirt and red tie, wanting to leave a good impression for his first interview ever.
MERLE
“And that’s our show! Thank you for watching the latest episode of FAWN Finds, I’d like to thank our guest, FAWN official Merle for the interview.”
“Oh no problem, thank you!” he gushed, “Refs never get interviewed, this was a treat.”
“Well they do now,” Cassava guarantees emphatically, adding a little fist pump across her body for an ending flourish. “Our next episode in our ‘Regarding Referees’ series will be Nick Castle and his collection of toy officials and commissioners. See you on the next edition of FAWN Finds!”
Pressing a button on the remote in her pocket, Cassava halts the recording of the cameras, “You did great today Merle, I might make you my co-host one day,” the Superfan gets out her chair and shakes a blushing Merle’s hand. The embarrassed ref nodded in thanks and rubbed the back of head
“Aw, thanks. I worried I was talking too fast, or too long about that thing in Etobicoke…”
“Are you kidding? That was hilarious! That was like if The Hangover guys were all refs, I want a show on HBO based off that. Mmh! Look at you...,” Onika takes an appraising look of Merle head to toe,” you look like a tiny James Bond, let’s take some pictures!”
“N-no we don’t need to…” Merles reservations were drowned under Cassava’s wave of compliments and positive reinforcement. The mediators in FAWN and wrestling in general take a lot of abuse and lapped up Onika’s kindness like water in a desert. She takes the lanky Caucasian male to an uncovered brick wall painted a neutral eggshell white and took pictures with of him with her phone.
“Ssooo… how are you and Kanako doing? Have you asked her out yet?”
“What? No, w-we’re just friends” Merle stammered out, but Cassava just saw a rom com in the making and pushed forward.
“Duuude. You know she’s into youuu,” she stops taking pictures and repositions Merle like a mannequin by a store window, and resumes the spontaneous photoshoot.
Merle grimaces, struggling with the decision to let loose with a somewhat secret personal development and face an awkward situation, or keep something hidden from his newest, huggiest, and most supportive friend.
“Oooo, going with the CW brooding? Sexy.”
“Actually,” Merle lets the word hang in the air a bit, already regretting his decision, “I didn’t ask Kanako out but we did go out on a date recently.”
“WWWHAT!!!”
Cassava’s happy squeal threatened to burst the official’s ears, the hour glass shaped rookie appears to move instantaneously to mere centimetres from Merle’s face.
“Tell! Me! Everything!”
“I-I mean there’s not much to tell, and Kanako’s kind of a private person. I think she would want to keep it between us…” with his back now literally against the wall, Merle tries sliding down the room to maneuver around the gossip starved Youtuber, but Onika followed his every step blocked every attempt at escape.
“Come on bro, don’t hold out me! Tell you what, let’s go to the Slaughtered Lamb, we get some drinks, and you can tell me how it went, huh?”
“I-I can’t!” Merle’s voice was starting to get a little squeaky, “my friend got a just got a job as a referee at FAWN and I made l plans to show him around today!”
“Really?” Cassava’s too polite to derail another friend’s hangout, but she needs those deets about Kanako and Merle, “well how about I join you and we’ll go to the bar after?”
“That would be fine with me,” a somewhat deep male British voice coming from behind Cassava sends a tingle down her spine. Instinctively taking in a breath at this sensation, she turns to face...
REGINALD ASHLEY WORTHINGTON THE THIRD
A set of broad, steel hard pectoral muscles sheathed in in the blue cotton of long sleeve business wear shirt. Straining her neck up from that pleasing sight, Onika quickly takes in a strong chin attached to a classically handsome face, piercing blue eyes and black hair that was just the right amount of wind swept.
“Whoa you’re hot! Sorry…” a startled Cassava blinks and tries to recover from her faux pas; she puts on her best ‘interested but not TOO interested’ face, and extends a hand either for a handshake or to touch what were clearly sculpted abs under that fitted shirt.
“Oh, that’s quite alright,” he chuckled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you. My name is Reginald, I’m the friend Merle spoke of. Though you can Reggie if you like.”
The living harlequin romance novel cover takes Cassava’s hand in his with a two-handed grip shakes it, Reginald gives her a small smile and Onika’s knees visibly knock.
Cassava thinks He’s like if a Disney prince hit the gym as she sneakily eyes his large, defined arms. Once Reginald’s large hands let go of the Superfan’s and he goes to surround his much smaller friend in a big hug, inadvertently setting off Cassava’s yaoi muse for a litany of ref on ref fanfics.
As the current and newly minted officials exchange pleasantries and catch up Onika studies his tree trunk legs and rock-hard ass covered grey formal slacks
Prolly break my fingers squeezing that, Cassava checks her mouth for drool as the men turn to face her. The young lioness practically skips over and wraps an arm around Reggie’s, subtly pressing the swell of her breast against the side of his grapefruit sized bicep.
“Let’s get that tour started, shall we?”
Merle leads the way and does an admirable job relaying the details of FAWN’s home arena, all the while Cassava stays latched onto muscular new ref drawing looks of resentment envy from females passing by… at least the ones who could draw their eyes away from the tall newcomer from across the pond.
As they pass the producer’s control room, Onika asks “So how do you two know each other anyway?”
“Oh, Merle and I used to date in High School.”
“WHAT!”
“For like four days and it wasn’t like that!” Merle hastily interjects, “Why’d you say it like that?” he tries to admonish his brawny friend but Reginald just sniggers.
“Me and another friend saw the musical ‘The Life’ on a field trip. I said I liked, and he said ‘that’s because you’re gay’ and I thought ‘huh, maybe I am. So, I went to Reggie who was already out by that point, and I asked him to help me make sure,” As Merle was explaining Onika had moved slightly, and now Mr. Worthington’s arm was trapped between her breasts. Her head now swimming with NSFW stories of the two officials, Cassava’s engine had started running hot.
“Soooo, did you two ever…?”
“No! No… “Merle repeats more calmly, he’s not homophobic. “Nothing happened, my just out of college fitness instructor neighbor forgot to draw the blinds one day, and she was experimenting with hot nude yoga, and…. well things got clear pretty quick.”
“Ooooh… “her homoerotic referee dreams have been dashed. Looking up Reginald's face, a faint sandalwood scent coming off his stately frame,” just to be clear as to which of my friends I should keep from throwing themselves at you, are you cool with me asking what you identify as?” Cassava asked, putting a splayed hand over her chest to indicate she knew what a sensitive subject this is.
“Well thank asking in that manner,” Reggie nods in affirmation in a way Onika would describe as kingly, “I identify as bisexual, I am fully capable of loving a man as I would a woman.”
“Ah, cool.”
Cassava plays it nonchalant but inwardly she’s squealing, her long-term goal is a three-way marriage between her, Kylie Sanders and Emily West. One major roadblock to that dream is that Emily has publicly identified as straight… but with hunk of man meat on her arm, she might be able to turn her head, and various other body parts….
“Well that’s good to know,” she responds coyly, slipping her free arm around one of Merle’s, making her the filling in a reverse Oreo.
“Let’s hit the Slaughtered Lamb! First drinks are on me!”