Post by hawkeye on Aug 15, 2019 1:59:36 GMT
The fans are abuzz for this next bout, the next installment Cassava Onika’s and Cassanadra Beckett’s war against Bootyshock. Still without a definitive win against the veteran team; if Onika wins she’ll be cleared to defend her Buns of Mass Destruction belt in the FAWN organization, if Bootyshock wins, they’ll be awarded a future tag team title shot. Referee Al Carpenter makes sure the ring ropes are secure as the announcer double checks his info cards before bringing his microphone to lips.
“THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM BOUT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A TWENTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST, WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-THREE POUNDS! LAKEISHA BATES! KENDRA LARUE! TOGETHER THEY ARE BOOOOOOTYSHOCK!!!!
BUBBA SPARKS: MISS NEW BOOTY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1QUv4ERvEw
Stepping through curtains first like she owned the place was Senior Bootyshock member LaKeisha Bates. Her shapely bosom is swathed in a gold bandeau top with thick black edging with matching bikini bottoms. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connected the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script. LaKeisha proves the adage ‘Black don't crack’ is very true, looking just as powerful and beautiful as she was during her world championship run.
LAKEISHA BATES
Her second-in command Kendra LaRue strolls out after, completely at ease with the world Kendra moves like a panther on the hunt, each step accentuating every curve. Wearing the colors of the country that’s accepted her so readily, it’s the hottest the Mexican flag’s ever looked. Clad in a two-piece bikini, her top is tied at the sides and left her shoulders bare, visibly straining to hold back LaRue’s double D’s. In what was generously called a bikini thong, had far more in common with dental floss covered her unmentionables, displaying her version of their team’s namesake in heart attack inducing fashion. Her ensemble is completed with white pads and boots, ‘Siren’ is scrawled in pink flowing script around the rim of each boot, and if you had the glorious opportunity or disastrous misfortune, you could read it in tiny font at the center of her undercarriage. One last taunt before her victims succumb to an inevitable facesit.
KENDRA LARUE
The villainous combo share a hi-five, clasp hands and bump hips before walking down the ramp, ignoring any hands that dared to reach for their dangerous curves. Bates’ head is in the game and ready for action, but she can’t help but glance over and stifle a giggle at the sight of her totally relaxed partner. Smiling like she was just hours post a good shag, Kendra’s body glistens under the lights with excess baby oil. Looks like she warmed up for the match with something fun...
The former Queen of The Jungle and the former FAWN World and Tag Team champion reach ringside, Kendra ascends the stairs first and settles into her customary spot, holding the ropes open so LK could pass.
Bates slooooooowly slips through making sure the cameras get a good look at what made her famous, and takes a seat on the rubber-coated steel so Kendra can enter. The Siren tortures the masses by moving every bit as luxuriously and leisurely as her partner, the ladies of Bootyshock make their way to the corner opposite the of the newly formed and soon-to-be disposed of challengers.
ELECTRIC SIX: HIGH VOLTAGE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a4gyJsY0mc
The perfect storm of techno and rock trickles through the speakers and builds to a roar, the people will always groove to this dankest of jams but they’re a mite confused by this new theme. At least until Cassava Onika bursts onto the scene, jump kicking through the curtains to an Upstart level pop, the FAWNtron above her explodes into fiery text displaying her name.
CASSAVA ONIKA
Cassava playfully goes through some Martial arts exercises at the top of the ramp, her blonde hair with pink highlights bouncing in the air. Instead of an anime caricature of herself doing the same moves on the screen to various monsters, Onika is animated in a PowerPuff-esque style. She is dressed for battle in her standard wife beater shirt with a red bra to contain her envy invoking hills. Her bare feet tap against the metal of the ramp as she switches from kah rah tay to bouncing foot to foot, Onika turns so the audience can look at what they bought their tickets for; the best, biggest, and most highly trained ass in FAWN, tightly wrapped in pink short-shorts that seem painted on.
On the FAWNtron, Powerpuff Cassava becomes surrounded by the monsters. Just as they begin to close in on her, Powerpuff Cassandra Beckett bursts through the wall behind her and disposes of the vile creatures, while Cassava looks on, starry-eyed. While this is going on, in real life Cassava’s former tormentor and current tag team partner, Cassandra Beckett, struts out onto the stage. She is decked out in her usual ring attire of a black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with “BITCH” written across her shapely ass, and black boots. Cassava, her back still to the audience, makes eye contact with Beckett, and gives her a smile, which is reciprocated by the Queen Bitch with a little nod thrown in.
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
“THEIR OPPONENTS, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE POUNDS! CASSAVA ONIKA AND CASSANDRA BECKETT...THEY ARE...FRENEMIES WITH BENEFITS!!!”
The fledgling team came up with the name for their team when the pair were looking through the latest Gladiatrix, specifically the write-up of their first match with Bootyshock. When they were referred to as “frenemies (with benefits?)”, they agreed they liked the sound of that, and decided to run with it. Introductions made, Onika pulls Beckett in for a warm embrace to a sizeable pop from the crowd. They then march down to the ring, hand in hand. Their show of solidarity has their opponents for the evening visibly shaken. They had expected that their shenanigans that earned them their win at Mayhem would have increased the schism between the two formerly bitter rivals. Instead, it seems that it only served to bring them closer together. As the new bloods make their way down the ramp, the former tag champs exchange whispers between them, hastily trying to come up with a new game plan on the fly.
The crowd was especially for this match, the only one on the card filled to the brim with royalty. Bates- The Nubian Queen, LaRue- The Jungle Queen, Beckett- The Queen Bitch, and Onika- aspiring Booty Queen to be.
Stopping just before the outside mats surrounding the ring, Cassava looked to Al Carpenter in confusion, “I thought Merle was booked for this match?”
Al placed his hands on his hips and shrugged his shoulders, confusion evident on his face as well, “we found him covered in oil, just wandering around backstage. We sent him to the showers to get his head straight.”
Two hours earlier…
MERLE
“Over, under, around and through… “ Merle muttered to himself on one knee, retying his shoe. Dressed to repress in his zebra stripes, Merle is getting ready to officiate his set of matches.
“OOF!”
Something large and satiny collides with the side of Merle’s head, forced into a tumble he rolls one and a half times before hitting the wall with his back. After an awkward groan Merle gets his eyes to focus on what hit him, his eyes travel up a woman’s boot connected by a long, powerful leg, which curved into a large, round mesmerising buttock belonging to the statuesque Kendra LaRue, already in her ring gear.
“You done staring?” Kendra questions, looking down her nose at Merle, who quickly apologizes despite the fact that LaRue purposefully hip checked him to the floor. Merle scrambles to his knees and LaRue helps him the rest of the way, yanking him to his feet with a rough grip of the front of his shirt.
“WHOA! Uh, thanks… aah, h-hold on there-”
Merle stammers as Kendra quickly backs him against the wall, her large front acting as the boulders in his path, trapping the ref in the corner.
“As long as you’re here, you can help get ready for my fight,” the Siren purrs, pulling out a bottle of baby oil from thin air. Popping the cap open with her thumb while keeping searing eye contact.
Merle audibly gulps.
Now
Cassava notices the lights bouncing off Kendra’s tummy and glares at the brunette’s smug face, instantly connecting the dots in her mind. Beckett mapped out the ref’s disappearance as well and is more bewildered at LaRue’s taste in men than angry at her actions. The newly minted Frenemies With Benefits slide into the ring only to be given the Italian hello by Bootyshock, the veteren pair trying to stomp the newbies into submission before the match properly begins. Really getting their legs in the air, Bates and LaRue try to leave imprints of their boots in FWB’s backs, Bates takes Onika by the scruff of the neck, and LaRue takes Beckett by the top and bottoms. They sling the new team over to the far ropes, on their return Bootyshock extend their arms for a dual clothesline but the Frenemies duck the limbs and go into a crouching halt just behind the legends, Bates and LaRue turn with another clothesline in mind but Onika and Beckett jump in the air backwards, knocking their foes down with some tush to face action! (hip attack 12)
The battle of booty has begun!
Cassandra and Cassava share a quick hi-five before resuming their attack. The ASStacular One gives LaKeisha some retaliatory stomps to the back while the Queen Bitch deals with Kendra.
“I may not pack as much in the back porch as much as you girls, but it’s got character don’t it?” Beckett taunts, flipping Kendra on to her belly and hooking her fingers into the Bootyshocker’s bikini top and bottoms. Giving LaRue a small wedgie just for the hell of it, Cassandra throws The Siren out of the ring under the bottom rope like a stone in a curling match. Normally the coarse material of the canvas would chafe Kendra’s soft skin but her application of excess body oil makes her slide to the outside like a penguin in the arctic, leaving a shiny trail; LaRue belly flops on the padded concerte, rolling after the impact and instinctively going into the fetal position and holding her middle.
youtu.be/hl0pZoJh2ME?t=65
Cassava forces LaKeisha to rise, peppering her gut with knees and overhand blows to the back, “Don’t sell yourself short! You could rock some yoga pantoOOF!”
LK buries a fist into Cassava’s belly button, as she bends over struggling not to heave LaKeisha takes a handful of multicolored hair to keep the Pleasant Valley Pleasure doubled over and starts flattening her breasts with a series of knees to nipples.
“Gawd! Damn! Oreo! Wannabe!”
The Fort Worth native punctuates each word with a mammary mash, then takes a step back to knock Onika out with a strike between the eyes, but is violently interrupted with a Lariat by Beckett to the side of the head! LaKeisha’s shoulder violently hits the mat, her legs kick in the air before they flop down akimbo.
Cassava fell to a three point stance holding her sore tits after the save by Beckett. Forcing herself up with a hand from her partner, the Frenemies With Benefits pull up Bates by the wrists and flings her to the strands. Seeing their proximity Cassava turns away, leans down and grabs the grabs the second rope, keeping her legs straight and thrusting out her delicious hindquarters; Becket stands in front of her blocking Cassava from LaKeisha’s sight as she rebounds off the coils. Still shaken by the lariat, the Rumpshaker is easily ensnared in a Drop Toe Hold and checks her chin on Cassava’s ass! After LK crumples to the ground Cassava keeps her position for a few seconds, and gives her backside a playful side to side swish to the whistles of the crowd (and a hungry look from Beckett).
HEAD TRIP- HIP ATTACK 80
youtu.be/Pr73MkRHGW0?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=385
“Someone’s got to head to the apron, this isn’t a Tornado Tag,” referee Al Carpenter informs them, trying to get things under control. Cassandra gives her partner a nod and heads to her team’s corner. Seeing LaKeisha had gotten enough of her witts back to get on hands and knees, Cassava uses the prostrating legend as a kick step to launch straight in the air, kicks out her legs and lands ass first on Bates’ shoulder blades! (Hip attack 13) Squished flatter than a pancake LaKeisha makes a sound reminiscent of a possum mid-roadkilling and lies limp, Onika shovels her belly to lights and collects her stems forcing LaKeisha into a tight ball for the pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!?
The Rumpshaker’s shoulders stay rooted to the mat for the three count but there’s no bell? Cassava looks to Al Carpenter in confusion, and he points to where Bates has just barely placed her middle finger on the bottom rope. Cassava grumbles and drags LaKeisha up by her long, curly brown locks.
“Aaaah! Cracka what are you here for? She’s messing up my do!” The Booty General questions Da Man’s work ethic, peppering fists into Onika’s sides and face. Cassava stops the comeback with a hard kick to LaKeisha’s left shin causing her to genuflect.
“I’ll buy you another dollar store weave, bitch!” Cassava yanks Bates towards her then away with an empathic Irish Whip, the more urban in the audience going “OOOOH!” in response to that burn. LaKeisha turns into the collision hitting the buckles with her back, hooking the top ropes to keep from falling to a seat in a prime position to a championship worthy stinkface. That doesn’t deter the dyed blond who takes a running leap toward the corner aiming her medicine ball of an ass at LaKeisha’s abs... but the veteran’s just getting warmed up, LK slips to the side letting The Superfan hit post, much in the same vein as she just did.
Hitting the buckles with a force that makes spectators wince, Cassava shudders and shouts, blindly grabbing at the ropes to keep from collapsing on her face. LaKeIsha quickly pounces, shoving the smaller woman back in the corner and lashing her abundant chest with loud, clapping chops. The fans try to fulfill their pavlovian response of “WOOO!” but the backhands and windmill slaps come at too fast and irregular a pace to follow. Legs kicking up with force of each hit Cassava can’t hold back her squeals after each CRACKing shot at her decolletage, Bates is doing her best to make the rookie’s tits match the hue of her red bra.
“That’s it! Make her saggy tits hit her chin!” Kendra provides a constructive suggestion after climbing up the steel steps to her spot on the apron, still rubbing the spot where her middle hit the padded floor. Still gleaming under the lights looking like she just went a round with Gabby in the oil pit.
Her fervor dying down, LaKeisha stops to shake out her chopping hand as Onika sags in the corner; the Fort Worth native bends down and takes Cassava’s left foot and hooks it behind the bottom coil. Placing both hands on the top rope LaKeisha pulls herself into the air and drops straight down, landing knee first between Onika’s calf and heel.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKgczgEyN_w
“GAHOooo!”
Cassava didn’t think her leg was broken, but she was sure it curved under LaKeisha’s boar like weight. Tears started to spill from the corners of her eyes as she gingerly touched her leg, the toes twitching on her bare foot eased a worry in the back of her mind. The Online Sensation just had a second or two for a medical evaluation before LK started putting boots to boobs, or to dust off an old classic, stomping a mudhole.
Al tries to reassert order and get the match going again, trying to point LaKeisha to the farthest turnbuckles “Come on Bates, take it out of the corner.”
The Girl From The Ghetto ceases her stomping and puts a hand in the refs face as she walks away, “Shut up, cracka I’m workin’!”
“On what, hopelessly clinging to past glory?” Beckett taunts from FWB’s corner. “‘Cause you damn sure sold out your dignity a loooooong time ago!”
Bates ignores the trash talk, save for flipping Cassandra off, keeping her focus on her half pint clone. Speeding to the diagonal post from the dishrag-like Cassava, Bates stops to flip a fuming Cassandra Beckett another bird, before flashing like brown lightning back to the wannabe, turning at the last moment bash Onika’s face with a side of Rump roast. Neck forced to hang over the bottom buckle by the ever dominating mass of ass pressing against her cheek. Instead of the usual FAWN stinkface that had was brimming with energy (a tradition Bates would claim was started by her, which has some truth to it) the Rumpshaker settled for a self satisfied wiggle that crowd still popped for, despite their allegiances. Cassava reacted like an electric shock went through her body, flapping her arms against LK’s toned musculature trying to squeeze out from under but LaKeisha just grabbed the top strands and leaned back on her heels, putting all her weight on the wannabooty’s face and chest through her lovely rump; crushing Onika like a bug while looking like she’s lounging in a comfy chair.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY9BffClNLc
“One! Two! Three!...” fed up with being ignored Carpenter begins his count, at four and three fourths Bates lifts herself off the visibly flatter newbie and pulls her off the canvas by the roots of Cassava’s dyed blond and pink hair.Taking a grip of the BMD champ’s wrist she sends her running to the corner LaKeisha just vacated and shadows Cassava just a couple of steps behind. The BMD’s front bumps are a course to collide with steel and rubber, but she leaps the last short distance to land on the second tier ropes, while holding on to the top strands Onika thrusts back her lower body concaving a charging LK’s tits(hip attack 920).
Stopped and breathless by the shorter girl’s glutes, Bates was too distracted by the pain in her chest to stop the Superfan from throwing back an elbow into her cheek’ then kicking her legs straight back and crossing her ankles behind LaKeisha’s head and giving her ears a good squeeze. Experience taught the veteran to plant her feet to stall a tilt a whirl headscissors or hurricanrana, so that’s what LaKeisha prepped for… meaning she was unprepared for another innovative hip attack by the woman who mastered 1000 of them.
The Buns of Mass Destruction champion pulls her knees in but keeps her back straight, driving LaKeisha’s shocked face into the peach that haunted her nightmares. Not satisfied with one Onika pulls the former world champ out of her trunks just to reel her back in for another booty bumping, again and again she pays back LaKeisha’s earlier stinkface with copious interest; the laughing fans count along, “ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!! SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!!”
At ten Onika swings her legs down driving LK face first into the middle buckle and hops lightly behind the Bootyshocker, long striding to the far corner Cassava gives her rear light slaps to hype up the crowd.
“WANT TO SEE SEE THIS DONE PROPERLY!?” She shouts to the screaming masses, running back to a sedentary and groggy Bates just turning away from the leather covering of the buckle. Only having the time to widen her eyes and scream a quick, “Noo!” before a side of cake blasts LaKeisha in the face, getting a painful 2-for-1 when the back of her head slams into the same buckle her face did
HIP ATTACK COMBO 336
youtu.be/NQ51KI5LEI0?list=PL5_ys9KcBG1YZY2lVLXK-IH6r0Csz65HB&t=126
“B-M-D!! B-M-D!! B-M-D!! B-M-D!!” the fans of the FAWN arena serenade the ring with the chant that's followed Cassava since she created that style of match for her belt, and has demonstrated it in defiance of Bethany Christan’s orders. After soaking the adulation in a moment Onika turns to her partner, pointing at the downed LaKeisha who was blinking circling canaries away from her eyes.
“You want a piece?”
“Of that skank? Hell yeah!” Beckett sticks her hand out for the tag, and Onika struts over to their corner to oblige her. Cassandra grins wickedly as she steps through the strands, eyeing LK like a fox stalking a rabbit. Seeing the former champion pulling herself up to a seated position in the corner, the Nebraskan Terror makes a beeline for the opposite post. Zeroing in on her prey, the former Queen Bitch raises her left hand, pointing at Bates as her hand forms a gun. After pulling the trigger with a “bang!”, Beckett races across the ring, launching herself at her foe, feet-first. However, a dropkick isn’t the brunette’s aim, instead connecting with LK’s face with her crotch. Upon impact, Cassandra began thrusting her hips, bouncing Bates’ head between the turnbuckle and her crotch.
BRONCO BUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH6d4pWs6Yk
After riding the Booty General’s face for roughly ten to fifteen seconds, Beckett performs a backward roll, smoothly rising to her feet. Once there, she again leaps at the dazed Bates, this time levelling her with a vicious knee strike right between the eyes!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHzJWqawCBg (close enough…)
The Bootylicious One groans and slumps to one side, rocked as she is by Beckett’s onslaught. But the Nebraskan beauty has earned a deserved reputation for being relentless in the ring, and this is no exception. Giving Bates no time to recover, she grabs a tight handhold of her hair and drags her out of the corner to yelping protests. Ignoring her wordless pleas, the Merciless Mauler hauls Bates up to her feet. She cups the punch-drunk veteran’s chin to look her in her glassy eyes before delivering a wicked headbutt, followed quickly by a disrespectful backhanded slap. Keeping LaKeisha upright by the hair, Beckett hooks her trunks and throws her right arm over her own head, lifting her up to a vertical suplex position. However, instead of dropping Bates to the mat, she instead drops her unceremoniously across the top rope. Bates groans as she’s hung out to dry, but she doesn’t stay up there for long, as Cassandra dashes into the far ropes and on the rebound, she levels Bates with a Yakuza Kick to the side of her face.
ROPE-HUNG SUPLEX: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWNgn_db5Kk
YAKUZA KICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xWzWJiFP50
LaKeisha sags over the top strand, eventually falling to the mat. However, before Beckett can grab her to visit more brutality upon her, Bates’ veteran instincts kick in and she rolls to the outside to escape her tormentor’s clutches, landing on the floor with a THUD!
“Ohhh, no!” Cassandra purrs, her first real trash talk since tagging back into the match, “You ain’t getting away that easy, you stupid hoe!” She licks her lips in sadistic anticipation as she climbs through the strands to follow after her prey to the outside.
“Eat this, you stupid cunt!” a voice yells from the behind the Nebraskan Terror. Beckett turns around in time to see LaRue launching herself off the ring apron, hands clasped over her head, looking to run interference and nail her bitter rival with a double axe-handle. Unfortunately for the Siren, Cassandra sees her just in time to prepare a counterattack, in the form of a big boot right to Kendra’s kisser as she flies down to the floor, forcing the busty brunette to flop backwards, yelling out in pain as her back and the back of her skull hit the concrete.
“Wait your damn turn!” Beckett growls, pointing down at the downed Bootyshocker as she groans and rolls onto her stomach to try and crawl away. “I ain’t forgotten about you, slut, and I damn sure got something for your bitch ass!” With that she turns back to the matter at hand. Seeing LaKeisha up on all fours, the former Queen Bitch grins and takes a couple long strides, giving the audience a good look at her shapely legs, before burying a boot deep into Bates’ ribs. The former World Champion cries out and rolls away from Beckett, making a couple rotations as she does, clutching her midsection. Cassandra continues to press her advantage though, taking hold of her prey by her top and her hair, hauling her up to her feet. Once there, Beckett braces Bates with her right arm and hurls her opponent into the guardrail, only for LaKeisha to reverse the whip and send Cassandra crashing into the steel instead.
“AAAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!” Cassandra screams in anguish as she flumps to her knees, clutching her back. Her chest heaves as her breathing becomes strained as Bates steadies herself before closing in on the downed brunette.
“Stupid ass cracka bitch!” LK spits as she reaches down to grasp a handful of Beckett’s hair. “I’m gonna teach you to learn your damn place and mind your own damn business!” Pulling Cassandra’s head back by her ponytail, the Rumpshaker rears back and pistons a trio of heavy fists to the indy veteran’s face, and likely would have done more, had she not heard Carpenter’s count reach seven. Bates pulls Cassie up to her feet and roughly rolls her back into the ring before following after her. Bringing her back to her feet and pushing her into the nearest corner, the Booty General paintbrushes Beckett a couple times across the face before launching her into the opposite corner. Cassandra hits the turnbuckles with such force that she collapses to the mat, screaming in pain upon impact.
Seeing a chance to pounce on her hated rival, Kendra quickly scrambles into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes, sliding over to the fallen Queen Bitch, grasping the back of her neck and slamming her head back down into the mat. “Come on, ‘Keish!” the Booty Lieutenant calls to her General, “Show this bitch what a real booty feels like!” LaKeisha grins as she comes out of the corner, clearly picking up what Kendra’s putting down. As Kendra picks Cassandra’s head back up by the scruff of her neck, as well as around her throat, planting a knee to the small of her back to keep her in place, LaKeisha turns her back to them and hikes her trunks up to expose as much cheek as she can. She then proceeds to back that thing up as LaRue shoves Beckett’s face into the center of the oncoming mass. It’s at this point that Cassava jumps in to try and break things up, only to be intercepted by Al.
“Come on, Al!” Onika shouts, gesturing towards the tableau as LK gleefully swishes her hips, paintbrushing Beckett’s face with her prodigious rump. “You gonna just let them double team her like that?!”
“If you would’ve stayed put and let me do my job,” Al points out, “I would’ve dealt with it already, instead of having to deal with you.” The Online Sensation crosses her arms and pouts, but Al stands his ground, pointing to Frenemies With Benefits’ corner, a stern look on his face. As she sees Bates start to make her cheeks clap in Cassandra’s face, Cassava finally acquiesces, going back to her corner to let Carpenter break the double team up. “All right, that’s enough!” the zebra barks as he turns back to the action, “Kendra, out of the ring now!” Amazingly, the Jungle Queen actually complies with the order with minimal additional prodding, sharing a knowing look with LaKeisha before releasing Beckett and letting her head drop back to the mat. As Kendra heads back to her corner, Bates keeps the pressure up, delivering a stomp to the small of Cassandra’s back, causing her to cry out, and her body to convulse.
“Got any shit to talk now, Beck?” Bates taunts her opponent as she hops onto her back, pulling another anguished scream from Beckett’s lips. She pulls her head back by the hair to look at her pain-twisted face, “Any more witty comebacks? No? Well, then, let’s shut that smart mouth up for good, then!” LaKeisha then pulls Cassandra’s arms up to rest over her knees and then clasps her hands under her chin, pulling back with a punishing camel clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI
Cassandra moans and cries out in agony, though oddly not as loudly or as panicked as she had when her back met the steel or the turnbuckles. LaKeisha continues to trash talk her in her ear as she rocks back and forth in the hold. Luckily for the Red Cloud native, she was able to wriggle her right arm free and, after a little over a minute in the painful hold, is able to take hold of the bottom rope, forcing the break. Bates scoffs audibly, annoyed at her victim’s tenacity, before climbing off of her and dragging her away from the ropes. LaKeisha then grasps both of Cassandra’s wrists with minimal resistance. What little resistance she is met with is stomped out with a boot to her back, drawing another tortured howl from the Queen Bitch. Keeping her foot planted on Beckett’s form, Bates then pulls her into a torturous standing surfboard hold!
STANDING SURFBOARD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYzIi9Cc9HQ&list=PL2AFC85A888AAACB6&index=17
Al is quick to move in to check on her. “What do you say, Beckett? Do you wanna give it up?” he asks, in perfect position to hear her answer.
“Nnngh!!” Cassandra grunts. Again, she is clearly in pain, but seemingly not as much pain as when boot leather met her back. “NOOOO!!” she finally answers, “Fuck no!! This cunt doesn’t have what it taaaaAAARRGGHH!!” her retort is cut off by Bates pulling back harder on the surfboard.
“Hey, boo!” Kendra calls from the corner, “Don’t hog all the fun! I want a piece of that bitch too!”
The Rumpshaker spares a glance to her partner, “Sure thing, Kendra!” she answers before delivering another stomp, slamming Cassandra’s elevated body back into the mat, before strutting over to her corner and tagging LaRue in.
The dangerous and full body lubricated brunette enters the ring hooking an elbow around LaKeisha’s, and walks her to Beckett. The callipygian combo go back to back hooking their free arms as well, their gold winning glutes mashing against each other in friendly rivalry. Bootyshock goes into a deep crouch as if trying out a team building exercise then hops into the air over the stretched out Cassandra, their long legs kick out as they descend briefly casting a misshaping shadow of an “X” on the Frenemy With Benefits before Kendra and Bates combined cheeks land like four anvils on Beckett’s upper back. Cassandra lets out a gurgling wail and folds around the ball of buns, her limbs exploding up before flopping on the canvas, her body slightly twitching; the crowd gives the move a good cheer despite their ill feelings toward the career heels, the X splash has won Bootyshock more than one title on the latin circuit.
Bates rolls off the White girl to the outside before Da Man or Da Man’s pet can whine more about double teaming, Kendra looks over her shoulder with a shampoo commercial level swish of her hair to make steamy eye contact with a steaming Cassava, she blows the irate dyed blond a kiss and dismounts her broken filly. Muscling Beckett onto her back Kendra covers her from the side with a forearm pressing into her cheek. Al drops down for the count but a frantic Beckett shoves her onetime teammate off of her after One. She rolls onto her front and futilely tries to wipe off the second hand oil coating from Kendra’s rendevouz with Merle, LaRue slaps the back of Beckett’s head dismissively before retreating on her knees inches behind the Nebraskan’s long stems. Taking Cassandra’s feet in her hands picks them up and places around her shoulders, crawling forward Kendra bent the Queen Bitch’s legs towards her neck in some kind of inverted boston crab, not satisfied with that Kendra laces her fingers around Cassandra’s chin and points her face to the stadium lights, bending Beckett’s body in a torturous U.
MODIFIED CAMEL CLUTCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLslYdXah28
Beckett slaps and claws at Kendra’s grip on her chin but the brunette just smiles and folds the Queen Bitch further, Al goes to a knee near Cassanadra’s face reacting to a high pitched whine.
“Do you submit? There’s no point in injuring yourself.”
Cassandra couldn’t shake her head so she yells out a “noo!” that turns into a scream when Kendra curls her further. Giving up on breaking the hold Beckett dug her fingernails into the rough canvas and steadily crawls across towards the ropes with LaRue pretzeled around her, the duo resembling the world’s oddest and sexiest snail.
Not bothering to stop Cassandra’s progress, Kendra keeps the innovative and excruciating submission in place and lets her bodyweight slow the former LAW champ down and waste Beckett’s energy.
“I didn’t mind you taking out Loretta,” Kendra threateningly purred, “she was the goody goody on the team, I didn’t mind you fighting dirty in the finals of the tournament, that’s just us being us, but I do not tolerate you butting your misshapen nose in our business!!”
LaRue CRANKS on the hold touching the heels of Beckett’s feet to her ponytail, an elongated high pitched squeak hisses through the QB’s lips like a teapot at the boiling point as she wraps a finger around the bottom rope.
Al claps his hands and barks, “break!”
“I’m trying but she’s soft. It’s like wrestling Gumby,” LaRue keeps her spine crunching submission locked in, Cassandra’s tugging on the rope rapidly to urge the ref to do his job. This not being Al’s first day he skips the preamble and goes straight to counting firmly, “ One ! Two! Three! Fou-!”
Kendra slithers off Beckett’s body with a half second to spare, leaving a wet sheen where The Siren’s essentially oiled skin touched Cassandra’s twisted form. The Queen Bitch uncurls then recurls into a ball with an elbow around the bottom strand, buying time for the flames running up and down her back to die down.
“Keep that greasy bitch back!”
Referee Carpenter checks Beckett’s condition as Kendra crawls backwards a foot from the Red Cloud native and slowly rises, keeping her back slightly bowed and thrusting her perfectly round ass at Cassava. Without looking, the former Mexican champ swings her hands back and gives her own rump a loud, double-handed “SPANK!” that ripples through her sexy flesh and ricochets droplets of oil at the Milk Chocolate Mauler.
Amidst the hoots and hollers a red faced Cassava takes the bait, “You’re just warming up those potato sacks for me and Beck later, lumpy!”
“Masa will be taking a nap soon under my girl’s cheeks! Like you will be under mine wannabooty!” LaKeisha needles her young rival from the safety of her corner. The partners of each team trading scathing barbs from their posts, eager to prove whose buns are superior.
Cassandra pulled herself up with help from the coils, clenches her fists and sets after LaRue, “First off; you’re projecting, Toucan Sam.”
Kendra’s eyes harden and she walks the perimeter of the ring to keep her distance an approaching Queen B.
“Second; you’re business became mine when you came after Superfan over there,” Beckett crouched and shoots for a single leg, LaRue goes low to counter but Beckett was just feinting, landing a hard “Slap!” to The Siren’s right cheek. Kendra’s head swivels to the side and rights itself with a snarl, her long, black hair trailing every movement. Bootyshocker Jr whips out her palm for a retaliatory smack, Beckett ducks the hand but gets nailed with a lobb of spit just under her nose when she comes back up.
Kendra smirks like she just watched Juliet Bloodwind buy clearance jeans, “if you wanted a piece of the wannabe you should’ve just asked. We woulda left you the scraps.” Beckett stares LaRue down with burning eyes as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand, for a moment the audience forgets it’s a tag match with the explosive chemistry they’re witnessing. It’s The Jungle Queen vs The Queen Bitch.
Cassandra goes from 0 to 60 and force feeds Kendra a knuckle sandwich, the Aremenian answers back with a forearm to the chest. Not bothering to block or dodge, the two beauties fire punches to the face and chest for a good 40 seconds, neither willing to cede their ground. Beckett breaks the tie with a body blow that digs under Kendra’s ribs, bending her over with a wretch. She quickly goes behind and links her hands under the Bootyshocker’s navel, Beck sends a strong pulse through her arms trying to get LaRue as breathless as possible before she spikes her with a German suplex.
LaRue bites her bottom lip to keep from whining from the noose of Cassandra’s strong biceps crushing her waist. Feeling the hick about to hoist her up Kendra slips a leg behind hers blocking the suplex, Kendra tries to get lower and break Cassandra’s knotted hands. Looking past her own hypnotic cleavage Kendra is inspired by the gleam of lights reflecting off toned stomach. Taking her paws off Cassandra’s wrists LaRue raises her arms straight and wriggles like she’s at the club rather than a wrestling ring. Grinding her gaze stealing ass against a bewildered Beckett, Kendra uses the oil applied by Merle’s surprisingly strong and skilled hands to slip out of the Nebraskan’s grasp.
CLOSEST APPROXIMATION
youtu.be/jGoMmEaBAOY?t=343
“Geezuz! What, did you double book your Brazzers taping?”
The QB angrily shakes out her arms trying to rid herself of Kendra’s residue, who in response cocks a hip in Cassandra’s direction and spanks it.
“You wish. You clearly have a type. In Guatemala I couldn’t keep count of how many “friendly” slaps on the butt you gave me and Bates and now you’re slumming it with the geek over there.”
Beckett eyes LaRue’s claim to fame derisively, “I upgraded. You and Keish were like the last peaches at the bottom of the barrel, too soft and discolored.”
Visage twisted in rage, Kendra lashes out a high kick on track to Beckett’s face but is caught by the ankle, The former LAW champ forces the stem higher making LaRue hop for her amusement before wiping the limb westward to send the lubricated lass spinning into a clothesline that LaRue deftly dodges, escaping to Beckett’s back. Cassandra turns and takes a Latin flag pattern boot to the underbelly, Kendra pulls Beckett’s head in between her tan thighs by the ponytail and tries to flatten her skull like a pound of playdoh. The series of grunts of expletives from Cassandra are mix of pain, frustration, and anger that she’ll have to wash oil out her hair and ears later. LaRue gives Beckett’s leather covered, tight ass a taunting slap before bending down and wrapping her arms around the stone cold bitch’s middle and flips her onto a shoulder. Cassandra kicks her legs wildly trying to slide out but fails when The Jungle Queen treats her to a quick airplane spin; after one, two, three, four revolutions Kendra sits out while barrel throwing Beckett onto her face and tits.
OVEREASY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUzLCdxh3lc
Beckett splats onto her front, starfishing after the first bounce. LaRue shovels her and straightens The QB’s arms on the mat; holding one wrist down with her hands and grapevining the other, flattening Beckett’s juggs under her middle.
ONE!!
Kendra raises her pelvis and gives Cassandra’s hills a spiteful bounce and whispers “Stay down hick.”
TWO!!
Beckett bridges out at the last moment tossing LaRue off and rolling. The Red Cloud native flops onto her front and starts trudging where she remembers Cassava’s corner to be, getting it right purely by luck. Holding the minimum amount of tag rope allowed Cassava is hoping excitedly to get back into this match. She leans in as far as possible for a tag, treating the fans behind her to a great view of her ass, and the fans in front to a great view of her juggs. She’ll have to wait a bit longer however, Kendra takes a harsh grip of Beckett’s ponytail and uses it to yank the riotous but not quite a redneck to her feet. Shrieking, Beckett’s hands go to her scalp to pry LaRue’s grubby fingers from her hair follicles but The Jungle Queen uses the leash to sharply pull Beckett into a spine first fall onto her knee.
HAIRPULL BACKBREAKER
youtu.be/OLjm9anYvbE?t=8
Cassandra does a rapid Mick Jagger impression arching her back and kicking her legs in pain. Still on one knee The Siren looks to her mentor, “Just getting her primed for you, boo. Be there in a minute.”
LK waves at Beckett like she was a warm meal for her soul sister, “Take your time baby, this is a cakewalk.”
“I’ll give ya more cake then you can handle Laquisha,” Onika verbally jabs at her twisted reflection and gets a middle finger as a receipt.
Again using Cassandra’s ponytail as a leash The Siren jerks her up and whips her to the ropes , when Beckett turns to hit them with her back Kendra faces away and leaps into the air to blast her in the face with a rear view, not realizing the Frenemy With Benefits grabbed the top rope to stop her recoil. The moment Kendra’s comes down from her jump she’s blindsided by a by lariat to the back of the head and knocked flat on her face. The Red Cloud native starts getting stormy and rains down boots on Kendra’s body, concentrating her ire on Kendra’s round fleshy moons.
Cass grinds a heel on an upturned buttcheek,“Dammit! I’m gonna be smelling like Jergins for a week!”
Beckett stops her stomping and sends Kendra to the ring post adjacent to the Bootyshock corner with an Irish Whip that sends a ripple through the Aremenian’s body, unnoticed was a perfectly formed imprint of LaRue on the canvas made from the last of the excess oil. Cassanadra sprints full speed with arm drawn ready to bash Kendra into the buckles with a bicep across the clavicle. Seems the oil has made Kendra extra slippery today; she dips her head under Beckett’s invading arm and places her own over the Caucasian’s left shoulder, sneaks her free hand into a leg hole of Cassanadra’s short shorts, with the two grips Kendra rips Beckett into the air and RAMS her down with a slam that shakes the ring!
URANAGE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HskNtpXJwz0
Pissed off by the interruption in her dominance LaRue moves like greased lightning, reaching back to the top ropes on either side of the buckle LaRue pulls herself onto the bottom coils and slingshots into a frontfacing Banzai Drop with Cassandra’s pert nose as the landing target. Her rattled brain just settling into place Beckett opens her eyes just long enough to register the sight of The Jungle’s Queen’s glorious globes just before they descend with every ounce of power that ass can muster. Beckett’s limbs twitched and fell still, then weakly stirred when Kendra widens her legs to center all of her weight through her destroyer of an ass, which at the moment was enveloping the Arizonian’s face.
“Be Honest, this was your goal for the entire match wasn’t it?” LaRue clenches her cheeks and forces Beckett to draw a slow figure 8 with her nose, she grinds down a little more emphasis then dismounts without looking at her broken cushion.
“Come on Beck! Tag me in!” Cassava tries to rouse motionless Beckett, her rising and falling chest and blinking eyes her only indicators that she was still in this world. Instead of going for a potential pinfall LaRue saunters over to LaKeisha, teasing Cassava and the audience with her panther-like walk that drew all eyes to her undulating buns. Bootyshock Hi-Fives and LaKeisha Bates is now the legal woman; years of teaming meant no words were necessary, Kendra climbs to the outside making sure to waggle her ass at Cassava when she bends over. LaKeisha runs down the apron till she’s right across from Arizona’s Most Wanted, and showing off the grace and agility of a smaller athlete one she vaults over the top rope with one hand nails Beckett in the heart with an elbow drop.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMksMwkouXU
The joint seems to shock Cassandra back to life, jerking awake she tries to roll to the outside but a fasthanded Bates works her tines into the Nebraskan’s ponytail and drags her back in like an unruly dog.
“Not so fast, cracka,” LK puts a knee in Beck’s back then bends her backward, The Nubian Queen raises a long leg over Cassandra’s skull and sets up her patented reverse pedigree. “You ain’t had your daily Rumpshakin’.”
Cassandra grits her teeth as she struggles against LaKeisha’s grip, fighting to keep out of position. She’d never been on the receiving end of a Rumpshaker, but she knew that it rightly had the reputation of being one of FAWN’s top five all-time finishers. If Bates hits it, 9.9 times out of ten, that’s game over, unfortunately, Bates’ thighs were clamped tightly over her temples. Seeing her partner in dire straits, and realizing that this match could very well be over if she didn’t think of something quick, Cassava begins to climb through the strands, presumably to break the Rumpshaker up.
“Whoa, whoa!” Al Carpenter, the consummate professional that he is noticed Kylie’s Number One Fan out of place and aiming to break up Cassanadra’s imminent facebusting, he steps between Cassava and her partner in peril. “You can’t be in the ring till you’re tagged, Onika, you know that.”
“Keep that sell out ho back!” LaKeisha gives Beckett’s noggin a squeeze the make the Arizonan bleat against her will, “I gots a cracka to crack.”
“There’s a difference between selling out and making the effort to LEARN new moves!” Cassava shouts over the Official’s narrow but somehow appealing shoulders. Bates growls, just barely stopping herself from dropping the White bitch and slapping the taste out of that arrogant cunt’s mouth.
“Maybe if you stopped taking short cuts you’d learn how to actually use that ass,” on that biting remark Cassava turns her back to the rest of the ring occupants and starts to work. That. Ass.
Back and forth, in and out, Cassava danced to an unheard beat that had the crowd catcalling and whistling at a Shea London-topless level. Even the normally unflappable Carpenter had to stop and stare at this masterclass in twerking (something Jenny Jacobs will tease him about in a subtly threatening manner later that night) LaKeisha and LaRue were also engrossed with each movement of Onika’s hips. Neither would ever admit it but that rookie could really shake that booty.
HIP ATTACK 741- DISTRACTION TECHNIQUE 1
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Cassandra smirks as she realizes what’s going on, feeling LaKeisha’s grip on her slacking. As the distraction Cassava provided causes Bates to drop her arms, Beckett lets them flop to her sides to maintain the illusion that the Nubian Queen has got her helpless. As soon as she felt LaKeisha’s thighs loosen their vice-like grip on her head, Arizona’s Most Wanted drops to her knees and proves the adage that old habits die hard, using Cassava’s distraction to throw a hard forearm right between her foe’s legs.
LaKeisha shrieks in shocked agony as Beckett’s arm actually lifts the former World Champion off her feet and likewise sends her crashing down to the mat when she retracts her limb. As she groans and rolls around on the mat, massaging her assaulted womanhood, Cassandra rises to her feet and takes stock of the situation. Seeing that Kendra is still a bit shell-shocked from the combination of Cassava’s brief show and Beckett’s sudden burst of offense, the former Queen Bitch takes advantage of LaRue’s haze. Taking the few long strides it takes to get to the enemy’s corner, Cassandra delivers a jarring shoulder tackle through the top and middle ropes that sends The Siren crashing down off the apron and backwards into the guardrail, taking Bootyshock’s Lieutenant out of the equation for the time being. Turning her attention back to the General, Beckett knows that even that low blow won’t keep her down for too long, so she decides to solve that problem by dragging Bates to her feet roughly by the hair, sneakily burying a fist deep into her gut as she backed her into the ropes, which doubled the Bootyshocker over, gasping for air. Not wasting any time with trash talk, Cassandra then shoots LaKeisha across the ring with an Irish whip. She goes for another signature lariat, which Bates barely has the presence of mind to duck. On the next rebound, however, whatever counter-attack Bates had planned is interrupted as Cassandra lifts LK up off the mat and sends her crashing back down in a bone-rattling Ron Simmons-style spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_s4_vLkIGnk
LaKeisha lets out a pained shout as she bounces a few inches off the mat with the force of the spinebuster’s impact and starfishes back onto the mat, while Cassandra drops to her knees, her sudden burst of adrenaline-fueled offense seemingly reaching its end. The Nebraskan Terror slowly crawls her way to her own corner as Cassava excitedly holds her hand out for the tag, smacking the top turnbuckle rhythmically as the FAWNatics join in, clapping their hands to the rhythm of the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s beat, trying to will Cassandra to make the tag. Just as LaKeisha begins to stir and Kendra stumbles back to the ring apron and begins to climb back up to her corner, Beckett summons the last bit of energy in her reserves to leap forward and slap Onika’s outstretched hand to the earth-shaking roar of the crowd.
Body tensing moments before the skin of Beckett’s hand contacted her own, Onika bounds to the top buckle in one impressive vertical leap. Standing on the corner like a beacon of hope she waits till LaKeisha is halfway up to from her failed dive then launches herself at the frazzled heel. Cassava’s dainty feet speed past LaKeisha’s shocked then breathless face as The Superfan’s younger, firmer and highly trained rump flattens the legend’s mouth-watering bosom. Cassava rides LaKeisha down to the canvas like a Ferris wheel and springs off her front bumpers to the ropes, turning on a heel and throwing her arms wide, the BMD champ falls back smoothly onto the middle strand and rebounds to a resurgent Bates, who popped back up immediately after her mat and ass sandwiching. LK has fire in her eyes and has a lariat to take the upstart’s (no relation) head off, showing some London-esque reflexes and ducks the brawny arm and runs the expanse of the ring. Jumping onto the second rope Cassava slingshots into the air into a crossbody that hits with precision on the Texan, taking her to the canvas while squashing her world class milkers for the second time in under a minute.
SEATED SENTON/SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7Sz2uTYLCs
LaRue hit the guardrail hard with her shoulder but after a few seconds of writhing she musters up the stuff of champions and crawls back to her spot. With a hand massaging her left shoulder The Jungle Queen goes to one knee and leans in to rouse her partner out of this downward spiral, “Keish! Tag me in! We’re almost-!” Kendra was about to say “there” but it’s lost between Onika’s pink cloth covered cheeks; so focused on LaKeisha, Kendra failed to notice The Online Sensation pinballing off the ropes outside LaRue’s periphery, aiming her honed for battle backside at Kendra’s nose. A target Cassava hit with expert precision, the Bootyshocker’s proboscis deep between The Superfan’s cheeks before she’s knocked from the apron once again landing awkwardly on her hurt shoulder.
CLOSEST APPROXIMATION
youtu.be/ZtQV7Cihr3w?t=68
LK knows how dangerous Onika can be when she’s Sanders Running and aims a Big Boot to bring it to a halt, the young lioness ducks the offending gam, grabs LaKeisha’s wrist and sends her to the far ropes. After leaning into the near strands for speed boost Cassava sprints toward a returning Bates with a shoulder lowered for Classic Kylie style gore that LaKeisha leaps over effortlessly. Both women pivot hitting the coils with their backs and sprint toward each other making hard eye contact as they play chicken, neither breaking away their curves SLAP together in a hypnotic festival of jiggles. Despite their human car crash The Nubian Queen and The Booty Queen stay up right and stumble backwards from each other, Bates, the taller of the two holds an arm across her chest; the collision pancaking her bewbs for the third time in a very short period.
Grimacing and fed up, LaKeisha voices her displeasure, “What is it with you today and my tits, bitch? BLERGH!”
Cassava recovers a moment quicker than the older legend and uses her fantastic vertical leap to nail LaKeisha in the face with a standing dropkick, with the taste of the dyed blond’s toes on her lips The Girl from the Ghetto staggers back first into a set of turnbuckles. Feeling the goddesses of victory beginning to smile on Frenemies With Benefits Cassava gives a hip a telltale spank to hype up the crowd before dashing over to Bates and busting her gut with a butt smash, LK lets out a deep groan as her insides concave under the Iowan’s posterior, now bowed she’s easily corralled into to the opposite corner with Cassava hot on her heels. Bates turns into the post saving her breasts from a leather and steel barrier only for them to be mashed by Onika’s buns of mass destruction. LaKeisha doesn’t have much time to take inventory of her pain, Cassava grabs the back of the former world champ’s curly brown locks and hairmares her to an adjacent seat on the mat. Onika hurries to the far ropes and barrels into them as hard as possible, really stretching them out so Cassava is shot like a bullet toward a winded and hurting Bates. Jumping to a low altitude The BMD champ blasts LaKeisha in the ear with a side of rump roast, Pleasant Valley style.
THREE WISHES (HIP ATTACK 797)
youtu.be/203tQ8ns7Dg?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=645
Pain is a worthy trade off for a shot at gold. LaRue buries the debilitating agony in her left side and desperately barrels into the ring, aiming her good shoulder at Onika’s gut, only to be intercepted by a vigilant Beckett. The Queen bitch dethrones the Jungle Queen with a massive bicycle kick that sends sends the statuesque beauty tumbling head over heels. Brain addled, Kendra crab walks into a corner and sits there, eyes spinning.
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Behind Cassandra The Superfan has picked up Bates and threas her head between the legend’s sweaty legs and wraps her arms around the larger woman’s knees. As Cassava stands up the crowd shouts happily thinking it’s the set up for her finisher, the fan favorite mouths “Not yet,” before breaking out in a run with LaKeisha trailing behind her like a cape. At top speed Cassava bends forward whipping Bates into the farthest corner from LaRue, the Bootyshocker’s back and head BWOING against the turnbuckles before Bates falls to a seat, legs outstretched into a V.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZMhr0hgAmE
A wide eyed eye and intense Cassava runs over to her partner and slaps the shoulders of an alarmed Beckett, The ASStacular One raises her fists in the air and shouts to the heavens.
“SUPER THICC PARRRRTY!!!”
The audience freaks the hell out! They don’t know what’s happening but judging from what Onika just shouted they’re going to love it. Beckett grins excitedly now that she understands what her partner was signaling, the dichromatic duo clasp hands, and Irish Whip each other on route to the occupied corners. With a machine like synchronicity Cassandra and Cassava bash Bootyshock in the face with high powered hip checks! But they don’t stop there… Frenemies With Benefits bounce off their badonkadonks and run past each other to trade targets and treat their faces to another callipygian cudgel, not stopping to savor the feel of their enemies lips on there asses FWB criss cross the ring the ring again and again. The thousands in attendance counting along with each booty blast.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
At six everyone was with their agreed upon dance partners (Beckett with LaRue and Onika with Bates) and FWB grabbed the top ropes and started backing their asses up into the faces of the near lifeless Bootyshock, almost knocked loopy by glutes they regain some life in their fervor not to be smothered out by inferior(in their opinion) buns. LaKeisha kicked, scratched, flapped, and squirmed but all she could see and taste were Cassava’s cheeks and undercarriage. The woman of 1000 hip attacks compensated for for every miniscule movement LK made to make sure she got as much cake as possible, a literal nightmare for the FAWN legend; the existential terror of Cassava’s rear has given LK some bad nights ever since their first match and now it's all too real.
At the other side of the ring Beckett is keeping her booty pop to tight figure eights with the odd up and down grind. Making sure Kendra’s nose is deep in her trunks Cassandra asks, “Be honest, this was your goal for the entire match wasn’t it?”
SUPER THICC PARTY: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1D2Le1smz7I
Satisfied that the duo had dished out an appropriate amount of insult, Onika and Beckett made eye contact and nod, grinning wide, agreeing nonverbally that it was time to dole out some injury. As Cassandra steps away from the corner, the now freed LaRue slumps to her side, groaning and covering her newly ravaged face with her hands. Turning around to see this, Beckett decided to help Kendra the rest of the way. Grabbing the top rope with both hands for leverage, she then pushed her boot into the Jungle Queen’s oil-slicked side and unceremoniously dumps her out of the ring where she bounces upon impact and lies, face down, moaning in agony.
Meanwhile, Cassava drags LK out of the corner by the hair and YANKS her up to a standing position, drawing a shriek from the FAWN legend. Onika smirks and looks her rival in the eye, “Hey, Cassie!” she shouts to her partner, who had begun to make her way over to her after dealing with Kendra, “I think it’s time we take out the trash!” With that, she shoves the wobbly Bates into Beckett’s waiting arms.
“Shhhh!” Cassandra shushes her soon-to-be victim, placing a finger to her lips, “Shshshshsh! Don’t worry, sugar, it’ll all be over soon.” she assures her foe, her voice dripping with honey. Her seductive smile then curls into a malicious snarl and the shushing finger pulls away from Bates’ mouth to be transformed into a one-finger salute to the Bootyshock General. With that, she delivers a toe kick to LaKeisha’s gut, then turns her back to her, reaching up to grab her head. She then drops to a seat, rocking Bates with her signature finisher, the Bitch Breaker!
BITCH BREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_GkYqSJc
LaKeisha bounces off of Cassandra’s shoulder and stumbles right into Cassava’s waiting arms. Without a word, she slips her head between Bates’ thighs for self-inflicted headscissors. Wrapping her arms her arms around her knees, she stands up, draping the Texas native 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, giving LaKeisha a taste of some Upside Down Cake!
UPSIDE DOWN CAKE: youtu.be/IOlyOyXCMQo?t=60
Not releasing her grip upon impact, Cassava leans down as far as she can, folding Bates up in a tight matchbook pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics explode in raucous applause as the bell rings. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match: FRENEMIES WITH BENEFITS!!!” the ring announcer has to shout to be heard above the cheers of the crowd. Releasing LaKiesha from her gluteal prison, Cassava sits back on her haunches, wide-and-teary-eyed, overcome with emotion over what’s just happened. She did it! She gets to defend her BMD title now!
Meanwhile, Cassandra finishes the job of taking out the trash, dumping the limp LaKeisha to the outside, directly on top of her still-dazed partner, to the delight of the fans who see it. She then goes over to over to her partner. Cassava looks up to see Beckett’s smiling face, extending a hand to her to help her to her feet. After wiping her eyes, Cassava smiles back and takes the offered hand. As Cassandra pulls her up to standing, The Superfan pulls her partner in for a tight hug. Now it was Cassandra’s eyes that had grown wide. Despite their having grown closer over the last several weeks, she never in her wildest fantasies would’ve dared imagine that she would ever initiate such intimate contact.
“We did it, Cassie! You and me! Thank you so much for everything!” Cassava chirps her thanks to Cassandra as she loosened her grip on the Nebraskan brunette. Cassandra stares at her for a moment that felt like an eternity to her, biting her lower lip.
It’s now or never! she thinks to herself. With her mind racing, and her heart pounding in her chest, Beckett wraps her arms around Cassava and lays a passionate kiss on the longtime object of her affection. The crowd hoots and hollers and catcalls at the kiss, while Cassava’s shocked gaze eases into closed-eyed acceptance until Cassandra breaks the kiss off. To her horror, when Cassie opens her eyes, Cassava is staring back at her, her hand over her mouth, a shocked expression on her face.
“O-oh...oh, god!” Cassandra backs away from Cassava, looking as if she’d just been stabbed in the heart, “Cassava...I’m so sorry! I didn’t...I mean...God damnit, why does everything I do turn to shit?!” With that, she bails from the ring and hauls ass towards the curtain, fighting back tears as she goes.
“What? Beckett, wait! I-” Cassava blinks as she watches Cassandra freak out and run away. “Don’t - Damn it!” She pinches the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut before resolving to follow after her partner.
“Why can’t anything ever be easy, not even celebrating?”
“THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM BOUT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A TWENTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING FIRST, WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-THREE POUNDS! LAKEISHA BATES! KENDRA LARUE! TOGETHER THEY ARE BOOOOOOTYSHOCK!!!!
BUBBA SPARKS: MISS NEW BOOTY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1QUv4ERvEw
Stepping through curtains first like she owned the place was Senior Bootyshock member LaKeisha Bates. Her shapely bosom is swathed in a gold bandeau top with thick black edging with matching bikini bottoms. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connected the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script. LaKeisha proves the adage ‘Black don't crack’ is very true, looking just as powerful and beautiful as she was during her world championship run.
LAKEISHA BATES
Her second-in command Kendra LaRue strolls out after, completely at ease with the world Kendra moves like a panther on the hunt, each step accentuating every curve. Wearing the colors of the country that’s accepted her so readily, it’s the hottest the Mexican flag’s ever looked. Clad in a two-piece bikini, her top is tied at the sides and left her shoulders bare, visibly straining to hold back LaRue’s double D’s. In what was generously called a bikini thong, had far more in common with dental floss covered her unmentionables, displaying her version of their team’s namesake in heart attack inducing fashion. Her ensemble is completed with white pads and boots, ‘Siren’ is scrawled in pink flowing script around the rim of each boot, and if you had the glorious opportunity or disastrous misfortune, you could read it in tiny font at the center of her undercarriage. One last taunt before her victims succumb to an inevitable facesit.
KENDRA LARUE
The villainous combo share a hi-five, clasp hands and bump hips before walking down the ramp, ignoring any hands that dared to reach for their dangerous curves. Bates’ head is in the game and ready for action, but she can’t help but glance over and stifle a giggle at the sight of her totally relaxed partner. Smiling like she was just hours post a good shag, Kendra’s body glistens under the lights with excess baby oil. Looks like she warmed up for the match with something fun...
The former Queen of The Jungle and the former FAWN World and Tag Team champion reach ringside, Kendra ascends the stairs first and settles into her customary spot, holding the ropes open so LK could pass.
Bates slooooooowly slips through making sure the cameras get a good look at what made her famous, and takes a seat on the rubber-coated steel so Kendra can enter. The Siren tortures the masses by moving every bit as luxuriously and leisurely as her partner, the ladies of Bootyshock make their way to the corner opposite the of the newly formed and soon-to-be disposed of challengers.
ELECTRIC SIX: HIGH VOLTAGE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a4gyJsY0mc
The perfect storm of techno and rock trickles through the speakers and builds to a roar, the people will always groove to this dankest of jams but they’re a mite confused by this new theme. At least until Cassava Onika bursts onto the scene, jump kicking through the curtains to an Upstart level pop, the FAWNtron above her explodes into fiery text displaying her name.
CASSAVA ONIKA
Cassava playfully goes through some Martial arts exercises at the top of the ramp, her blonde hair with pink highlights bouncing in the air. Instead of an anime caricature of herself doing the same moves on the screen to various monsters, Onika is animated in a PowerPuff-esque style. She is dressed for battle in her standard wife beater shirt with a red bra to contain her envy invoking hills. Her bare feet tap against the metal of the ramp as she switches from kah rah tay to bouncing foot to foot, Onika turns so the audience can look at what they bought their tickets for; the best, biggest, and most highly trained ass in FAWN, tightly wrapped in pink short-shorts that seem painted on.
On the FAWNtron, Powerpuff Cassava becomes surrounded by the monsters. Just as they begin to close in on her, Powerpuff Cassandra Beckett bursts through the wall behind her and disposes of the vile creatures, while Cassava looks on, starry-eyed. While this is going on, in real life Cassava’s former tormentor and current tag team partner, Cassandra Beckett, struts out onto the stage. She is decked out in her usual ring attire of a black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with “BITCH” written across her shapely ass, and black boots. Cassava, her back still to the audience, makes eye contact with Beckett, and gives her a smile, which is reciprocated by the Queen Bitch with a little nod thrown in.
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
“THEIR OPPONENTS, AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE POUNDS! CASSAVA ONIKA AND CASSANDRA BECKETT...THEY ARE...FRENEMIES WITH BENEFITS!!!”
The fledgling team came up with the name for their team when the pair were looking through the latest Gladiatrix, specifically the write-up of their first match with Bootyshock. When they were referred to as “frenemies (with benefits?)”, they agreed they liked the sound of that, and decided to run with it. Introductions made, Onika pulls Beckett in for a warm embrace to a sizeable pop from the crowd. They then march down to the ring, hand in hand. Their show of solidarity has their opponents for the evening visibly shaken. They had expected that their shenanigans that earned them their win at Mayhem would have increased the schism between the two formerly bitter rivals. Instead, it seems that it only served to bring them closer together. As the new bloods make their way down the ramp, the former tag champs exchange whispers between them, hastily trying to come up with a new game plan on the fly.
The crowd was especially for this match, the only one on the card filled to the brim with royalty. Bates- The Nubian Queen, LaRue- The Jungle Queen, Beckett- The Queen Bitch, and Onika- aspiring Booty Queen to be.
Stopping just before the outside mats surrounding the ring, Cassava looked to Al Carpenter in confusion, “I thought Merle was booked for this match?”
Al placed his hands on his hips and shrugged his shoulders, confusion evident on his face as well, “we found him covered in oil, just wandering around backstage. We sent him to the showers to get his head straight.”
Two hours earlier…
MERLE
“Over, under, around and through… “ Merle muttered to himself on one knee, retying his shoe. Dressed to repress in his zebra stripes, Merle is getting ready to officiate his set of matches.
“OOF!”
Something large and satiny collides with the side of Merle’s head, forced into a tumble he rolls one and a half times before hitting the wall with his back. After an awkward groan Merle gets his eyes to focus on what hit him, his eyes travel up a woman’s boot connected by a long, powerful leg, which curved into a large, round mesmerising buttock belonging to the statuesque Kendra LaRue, already in her ring gear.
“You done staring?” Kendra questions, looking down her nose at Merle, who quickly apologizes despite the fact that LaRue purposefully hip checked him to the floor. Merle scrambles to his knees and LaRue helps him the rest of the way, yanking him to his feet with a rough grip of the front of his shirt.
“WHOA! Uh, thanks… aah, h-hold on there-”
Merle stammers as Kendra quickly backs him against the wall, her large front acting as the boulders in his path, trapping the ref in the corner.
“As long as you’re here, you can help get ready for my fight,” the Siren purrs, pulling out a bottle of baby oil from thin air. Popping the cap open with her thumb while keeping searing eye contact.
Merle audibly gulps.
Now
Cassava notices the lights bouncing off Kendra’s tummy and glares at the brunette’s smug face, instantly connecting the dots in her mind. Beckett mapped out the ref’s disappearance as well and is more bewildered at LaRue’s taste in men than angry at her actions. The newly minted Frenemies With Benefits slide into the ring only to be given the Italian hello by Bootyshock, the veteren pair trying to stomp the newbies into submission before the match properly begins. Really getting their legs in the air, Bates and LaRue try to leave imprints of their boots in FWB’s backs, Bates takes Onika by the scruff of the neck, and LaRue takes Beckett by the top and bottoms. They sling the new team over to the far ropes, on their return Bootyshock extend their arms for a dual clothesline but the Frenemies duck the limbs and go into a crouching halt just behind the legends, Bates and LaRue turn with another clothesline in mind but Onika and Beckett jump in the air backwards, knocking their foes down with some tush to face action! (hip attack 12)
The battle of booty has begun!
Cassandra and Cassava share a quick hi-five before resuming their attack. The ASStacular One gives LaKeisha some retaliatory stomps to the back while the Queen Bitch deals with Kendra.
“I may not pack as much in the back porch as much as you girls, but it’s got character don’t it?” Beckett taunts, flipping Kendra on to her belly and hooking her fingers into the Bootyshocker’s bikini top and bottoms. Giving LaRue a small wedgie just for the hell of it, Cassandra throws The Siren out of the ring under the bottom rope like a stone in a curling match. Normally the coarse material of the canvas would chafe Kendra’s soft skin but her application of excess body oil makes her slide to the outside like a penguin in the arctic, leaving a shiny trail; LaRue belly flops on the padded concerte, rolling after the impact and instinctively going into the fetal position and holding her middle.
youtu.be/hl0pZoJh2ME?t=65
Cassava forces LaKeisha to rise, peppering her gut with knees and overhand blows to the back, “Don’t sell yourself short! You could rock some yoga pantoOOF!”
LK buries a fist into Cassava’s belly button, as she bends over struggling not to heave LaKeisha takes a handful of multicolored hair to keep the Pleasant Valley Pleasure doubled over and starts flattening her breasts with a series of knees to nipples.
“Gawd! Damn! Oreo! Wannabe!”
The Fort Worth native punctuates each word with a mammary mash, then takes a step back to knock Onika out with a strike between the eyes, but is violently interrupted with a Lariat by Beckett to the side of the head! LaKeisha’s shoulder violently hits the mat, her legs kick in the air before they flop down akimbo.
Cassava fell to a three point stance holding her sore tits after the save by Beckett. Forcing herself up with a hand from her partner, the Frenemies With Benefits pull up Bates by the wrists and flings her to the strands. Seeing their proximity Cassava turns away, leans down and grabs the grabs the second rope, keeping her legs straight and thrusting out her delicious hindquarters; Becket stands in front of her blocking Cassava from LaKeisha’s sight as she rebounds off the coils. Still shaken by the lariat, the Rumpshaker is easily ensnared in a Drop Toe Hold and checks her chin on Cassava’s ass! After LK crumples to the ground Cassava keeps her position for a few seconds, and gives her backside a playful side to side swish to the whistles of the crowd (and a hungry look from Beckett).
HEAD TRIP- HIP ATTACK 80
youtu.be/Pr73MkRHGW0?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=385
“Someone’s got to head to the apron, this isn’t a Tornado Tag,” referee Al Carpenter informs them, trying to get things under control. Cassandra gives her partner a nod and heads to her team’s corner. Seeing LaKeisha had gotten enough of her witts back to get on hands and knees, Cassava uses the prostrating legend as a kick step to launch straight in the air, kicks out her legs and lands ass first on Bates’ shoulder blades! (Hip attack 13) Squished flatter than a pancake LaKeisha makes a sound reminiscent of a possum mid-roadkilling and lies limp, Onika shovels her belly to lights and collects her stems forcing LaKeisha into a tight ball for the pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!?
The Rumpshaker’s shoulders stay rooted to the mat for the three count but there’s no bell? Cassava looks to Al Carpenter in confusion, and he points to where Bates has just barely placed her middle finger on the bottom rope. Cassava grumbles and drags LaKeisha up by her long, curly brown locks.
“Aaaah! Cracka what are you here for? She’s messing up my do!” The Booty General questions Da Man’s work ethic, peppering fists into Onika’s sides and face. Cassava stops the comeback with a hard kick to LaKeisha’s left shin causing her to genuflect.
“I’ll buy you another dollar store weave, bitch!” Cassava yanks Bates towards her then away with an empathic Irish Whip, the more urban in the audience going “OOOOH!” in response to that burn. LaKeisha turns into the collision hitting the buckles with her back, hooking the top ropes to keep from falling to a seat in a prime position to a championship worthy stinkface. That doesn’t deter the dyed blond who takes a running leap toward the corner aiming her medicine ball of an ass at LaKeisha’s abs... but the veteran’s just getting warmed up, LK slips to the side letting The Superfan hit post, much in the same vein as she just did.
Hitting the buckles with a force that makes spectators wince, Cassava shudders and shouts, blindly grabbing at the ropes to keep from collapsing on her face. LaKeIsha quickly pounces, shoving the smaller woman back in the corner and lashing her abundant chest with loud, clapping chops. The fans try to fulfill their pavlovian response of “WOOO!” but the backhands and windmill slaps come at too fast and irregular a pace to follow. Legs kicking up with force of each hit Cassava can’t hold back her squeals after each CRACKing shot at her decolletage, Bates is doing her best to make the rookie’s tits match the hue of her red bra.
“That’s it! Make her saggy tits hit her chin!” Kendra provides a constructive suggestion after climbing up the steel steps to her spot on the apron, still rubbing the spot where her middle hit the padded floor. Still gleaming under the lights looking like she just went a round with Gabby in the oil pit.
Her fervor dying down, LaKeisha stops to shake out her chopping hand as Onika sags in the corner; the Fort Worth native bends down and takes Cassava’s left foot and hooks it behind the bottom coil. Placing both hands on the top rope LaKeisha pulls herself into the air and drops straight down, landing knee first between Onika’s calf and heel.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKgczgEyN_w
“GAHOooo!”
Cassava didn’t think her leg was broken, but she was sure it curved under LaKeisha’s boar like weight. Tears started to spill from the corners of her eyes as she gingerly touched her leg, the toes twitching on her bare foot eased a worry in the back of her mind. The Online Sensation just had a second or two for a medical evaluation before LK started putting boots to boobs, or to dust off an old classic, stomping a mudhole.
Al tries to reassert order and get the match going again, trying to point LaKeisha to the farthest turnbuckles “Come on Bates, take it out of the corner.”
The Girl From The Ghetto ceases her stomping and puts a hand in the refs face as she walks away, “Shut up, cracka I’m workin’!”
“On what, hopelessly clinging to past glory?” Beckett taunts from FWB’s corner. “‘Cause you damn sure sold out your dignity a loooooong time ago!”
Bates ignores the trash talk, save for flipping Cassandra off, keeping her focus on her half pint clone. Speeding to the diagonal post from the dishrag-like Cassava, Bates stops to flip a fuming Cassandra Beckett another bird, before flashing like brown lightning back to the wannabe, turning at the last moment bash Onika’s face with a side of Rump roast. Neck forced to hang over the bottom buckle by the ever dominating mass of ass pressing against her cheek. Instead of the usual FAWN stinkface that had was brimming with energy (a tradition Bates would claim was started by her, which has some truth to it) the Rumpshaker settled for a self satisfied wiggle that crowd still popped for, despite their allegiances. Cassava reacted like an electric shock went through her body, flapping her arms against LK’s toned musculature trying to squeeze out from under but LaKeisha just grabbed the top strands and leaned back on her heels, putting all her weight on the wannabooty’s face and chest through her lovely rump; crushing Onika like a bug while looking like she’s lounging in a comfy chair.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY9BffClNLc
“One! Two! Three!...” fed up with being ignored Carpenter begins his count, at four and three fourths Bates lifts herself off the visibly flatter newbie and pulls her off the canvas by the roots of Cassava’s dyed blond and pink hair.Taking a grip of the BMD champ’s wrist she sends her running to the corner LaKeisha just vacated and shadows Cassava just a couple of steps behind. The BMD’s front bumps are a course to collide with steel and rubber, but she leaps the last short distance to land on the second tier ropes, while holding on to the top strands Onika thrusts back her lower body concaving a charging LK’s tits(hip attack 920).
Stopped and breathless by the shorter girl’s glutes, Bates was too distracted by the pain in her chest to stop the Superfan from throwing back an elbow into her cheek’ then kicking her legs straight back and crossing her ankles behind LaKeisha’s head and giving her ears a good squeeze. Experience taught the veteran to plant her feet to stall a tilt a whirl headscissors or hurricanrana, so that’s what LaKeisha prepped for… meaning she was unprepared for another innovative hip attack by the woman who mastered 1000 of them.
The Buns of Mass Destruction champion pulls her knees in but keeps her back straight, driving LaKeisha’s shocked face into the peach that haunted her nightmares. Not satisfied with one Onika pulls the former world champ out of her trunks just to reel her back in for another booty bumping, again and again she pays back LaKeisha’s earlier stinkface with copious interest; the laughing fans count along, “ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!! SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!!”
At ten Onika swings her legs down driving LK face first into the middle buckle and hops lightly behind the Bootyshocker, long striding to the far corner Cassava gives her rear light slaps to hype up the crowd.
“WANT TO SEE SEE THIS DONE PROPERLY!?” She shouts to the screaming masses, running back to a sedentary and groggy Bates just turning away from the leather covering of the buckle. Only having the time to widen her eyes and scream a quick, “Noo!” before a side of cake blasts LaKeisha in the face, getting a painful 2-for-1 when the back of her head slams into the same buckle her face did
HIP ATTACK COMBO 336
youtu.be/NQ51KI5LEI0?list=PL5_ys9KcBG1YZY2lVLXK-IH6r0Csz65HB&t=126
“B-M-D!! B-M-D!! B-M-D!! B-M-D!!” the fans of the FAWN arena serenade the ring with the chant that's followed Cassava since she created that style of match for her belt, and has demonstrated it in defiance of Bethany Christan’s orders. After soaking the adulation in a moment Onika turns to her partner, pointing at the downed LaKeisha who was blinking circling canaries away from her eyes.
“You want a piece?”
“Of that skank? Hell yeah!” Beckett sticks her hand out for the tag, and Onika struts over to their corner to oblige her. Cassandra grins wickedly as she steps through the strands, eyeing LK like a fox stalking a rabbit. Seeing the former champion pulling herself up to a seated position in the corner, the Nebraskan Terror makes a beeline for the opposite post. Zeroing in on her prey, the former Queen Bitch raises her left hand, pointing at Bates as her hand forms a gun. After pulling the trigger with a “bang!”, Beckett races across the ring, launching herself at her foe, feet-first. However, a dropkick isn’t the brunette’s aim, instead connecting with LK’s face with her crotch. Upon impact, Cassandra began thrusting her hips, bouncing Bates’ head between the turnbuckle and her crotch.
BRONCO BUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH6d4pWs6Yk
After riding the Booty General’s face for roughly ten to fifteen seconds, Beckett performs a backward roll, smoothly rising to her feet. Once there, she again leaps at the dazed Bates, this time levelling her with a vicious knee strike right between the eyes!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHzJWqawCBg (close enough…)
The Bootylicious One groans and slumps to one side, rocked as she is by Beckett’s onslaught. But the Nebraskan beauty has earned a deserved reputation for being relentless in the ring, and this is no exception. Giving Bates no time to recover, she grabs a tight handhold of her hair and drags her out of the corner to yelping protests. Ignoring her wordless pleas, the Merciless Mauler hauls Bates up to her feet. She cups the punch-drunk veteran’s chin to look her in her glassy eyes before delivering a wicked headbutt, followed quickly by a disrespectful backhanded slap. Keeping LaKeisha upright by the hair, Beckett hooks her trunks and throws her right arm over her own head, lifting her up to a vertical suplex position. However, instead of dropping Bates to the mat, she instead drops her unceremoniously across the top rope. Bates groans as she’s hung out to dry, but she doesn’t stay up there for long, as Cassandra dashes into the far ropes and on the rebound, she levels Bates with a Yakuza Kick to the side of her face.
ROPE-HUNG SUPLEX: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWNgn_db5Kk
YAKUZA KICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xWzWJiFP50
LaKeisha sags over the top strand, eventually falling to the mat. However, before Beckett can grab her to visit more brutality upon her, Bates’ veteran instincts kick in and she rolls to the outside to escape her tormentor’s clutches, landing on the floor with a THUD!
“Ohhh, no!” Cassandra purrs, her first real trash talk since tagging back into the match, “You ain’t getting away that easy, you stupid hoe!” She licks her lips in sadistic anticipation as she climbs through the strands to follow after her prey to the outside.
“Eat this, you stupid cunt!” a voice yells from the behind the Nebraskan Terror. Beckett turns around in time to see LaRue launching herself off the ring apron, hands clasped over her head, looking to run interference and nail her bitter rival with a double axe-handle. Unfortunately for the Siren, Cassandra sees her just in time to prepare a counterattack, in the form of a big boot right to Kendra’s kisser as she flies down to the floor, forcing the busty brunette to flop backwards, yelling out in pain as her back and the back of her skull hit the concrete.
“Wait your damn turn!” Beckett growls, pointing down at the downed Bootyshocker as she groans and rolls onto her stomach to try and crawl away. “I ain’t forgotten about you, slut, and I damn sure got something for your bitch ass!” With that she turns back to the matter at hand. Seeing LaKeisha up on all fours, the former Queen Bitch grins and takes a couple long strides, giving the audience a good look at her shapely legs, before burying a boot deep into Bates’ ribs. The former World Champion cries out and rolls away from Beckett, making a couple rotations as she does, clutching her midsection. Cassandra continues to press her advantage though, taking hold of her prey by her top and her hair, hauling her up to her feet. Once there, Beckett braces Bates with her right arm and hurls her opponent into the guardrail, only for LaKeisha to reverse the whip and send Cassandra crashing into the steel instead.
“AAAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!” Cassandra screams in anguish as she flumps to her knees, clutching her back. Her chest heaves as her breathing becomes strained as Bates steadies herself before closing in on the downed brunette.
“Stupid ass cracka bitch!” LK spits as she reaches down to grasp a handful of Beckett’s hair. “I’m gonna teach you to learn your damn place and mind your own damn business!” Pulling Cassandra’s head back by her ponytail, the Rumpshaker rears back and pistons a trio of heavy fists to the indy veteran’s face, and likely would have done more, had she not heard Carpenter’s count reach seven. Bates pulls Cassie up to her feet and roughly rolls her back into the ring before following after her. Bringing her back to her feet and pushing her into the nearest corner, the Booty General paintbrushes Beckett a couple times across the face before launching her into the opposite corner. Cassandra hits the turnbuckles with such force that she collapses to the mat, screaming in pain upon impact.
Seeing a chance to pounce on her hated rival, Kendra quickly scrambles into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes, sliding over to the fallen Queen Bitch, grasping the back of her neck and slamming her head back down into the mat. “Come on, ‘Keish!” the Booty Lieutenant calls to her General, “Show this bitch what a real booty feels like!” LaKeisha grins as she comes out of the corner, clearly picking up what Kendra’s putting down. As Kendra picks Cassandra’s head back up by the scruff of her neck, as well as around her throat, planting a knee to the small of her back to keep her in place, LaKeisha turns her back to them and hikes her trunks up to expose as much cheek as she can. She then proceeds to back that thing up as LaRue shoves Beckett’s face into the center of the oncoming mass. It’s at this point that Cassava jumps in to try and break things up, only to be intercepted by Al.
“Come on, Al!” Onika shouts, gesturing towards the tableau as LK gleefully swishes her hips, paintbrushing Beckett’s face with her prodigious rump. “You gonna just let them double team her like that?!”
“If you would’ve stayed put and let me do my job,” Al points out, “I would’ve dealt with it already, instead of having to deal with you.” The Online Sensation crosses her arms and pouts, but Al stands his ground, pointing to Frenemies With Benefits’ corner, a stern look on his face. As she sees Bates start to make her cheeks clap in Cassandra’s face, Cassava finally acquiesces, going back to her corner to let Carpenter break the double team up. “All right, that’s enough!” the zebra barks as he turns back to the action, “Kendra, out of the ring now!” Amazingly, the Jungle Queen actually complies with the order with minimal additional prodding, sharing a knowing look with LaKeisha before releasing Beckett and letting her head drop back to the mat. As Kendra heads back to her corner, Bates keeps the pressure up, delivering a stomp to the small of Cassandra’s back, causing her to cry out, and her body to convulse.
“Got any shit to talk now, Beck?” Bates taunts her opponent as she hops onto her back, pulling another anguished scream from Beckett’s lips. She pulls her head back by the hair to look at her pain-twisted face, “Any more witty comebacks? No? Well, then, let’s shut that smart mouth up for good, then!” LaKeisha then pulls Cassandra’s arms up to rest over her knees and then clasps her hands under her chin, pulling back with a punishing camel clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI
Cassandra moans and cries out in agony, though oddly not as loudly or as panicked as she had when her back met the steel or the turnbuckles. LaKeisha continues to trash talk her in her ear as she rocks back and forth in the hold. Luckily for the Red Cloud native, she was able to wriggle her right arm free and, after a little over a minute in the painful hold, is able to take hold of the bottom rope, forcing the break. Bates scoffs audibly, annoyed at her victim’s tenacity, before climbing off of her and dragging her away from the ropes. LaKeisha then grasps both of Cassandra’s wrists with minimal resistance. What little resistance she is met with is stomped out with a boot to her back, drawing another tortured howl from the Queen Bitch. Keeping her foot planted on Beckett’s form, Bates then pulls her into a torturous standing surfboard hold!
STANDING SURFBOARD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYzIi9Cc9HQ&list=PL2AFC85A888AAACB6&index=17
Al is quick to move in to check on her. “What do you say, Beckett? Do you wanna give it up?” he asks, in perfect position to hear her answer.
“Nnngh!!” Cassandra grunts. Again, she is clearly in pain, but seemingly not as much pain as when boot leather met her back. “NOOOO!!” she finally answers, “Fuck no!! This cunt doesn’t have what it taaaaAAARRGGHH!!” her retort is cut off by Bates pulling back harder on the surfboard.
“Hey, boo!” Kendra calls from the corner, “Don’t hog all the fun! I want a piece of that bitch too!”
The Rumpshaker spares a glance to her partner, “Sure thing, Kendra!” she answers before delivering another stomp, slamming Cassandra’s elevated body back into the mat, before strutting over to her corner and tagging LaRue in.
The dangerous and full body lubricated brunette enters the ring hooking an elbow around LaKeisha’s, and walks her to Beckett. The callipygian combo go back to back hooking their free arms as well, their gold winning glutes mashing against each other in friendly rivalry. Bootyshock goes into a deep crouch as if trying out a team building exercise then hops into the air over the stretched out Cassandra, their long legs kick out as they descend briefly casting a misshaping shadow of an “X” on the Frenemy With Benefits before Kendra and Bates combined cheeks land like four anvils on Beckett’s upper back. Cassandra lets out a gurgling wail and folds around the ball of buns, her limbs exploding up before flopping on the canvas, her body slightly twitching; the crowd gives the move a good cheer despite their ill feelings toward the career heels, the X splash has won Bootyshock more than one title on the latin circuit.
Bates rolls off the White girl to the outside before Da Man or Da Man’s pet can whine more about double teaming, Kendra looks over her shoulder with a shampoo commercial level swish of her hair to make steamy eye contact with a steaming Cassava, she blows the irate dyed blond a kiss and dismounts her broken filly. Muscling Beckett onto her back Kendra covers her from the side with a forearm pressing into her cheek. Al drops down for the count but a frantic Beckett shoves her onetime teammate off of her after One. She rolls onto her front and futilely tries to wipe off the second hand oil coating from Kendra’s rendevouz with Merle, LaRue slaps the back of Beckett’s head dismissively before retreating on her knees inches behind the Nebraskan’s long stems. Taking Cassandra’s feet in her hands picks them up and places around her shoulders, crawling forward Kendra bent the Queen Bitch’s legs towards her neck in some kind of inverted boston crab, not satisfied with that Kendra laces her fingers around Cassandra’s chin and points her face to the stadium lights, bending Beckett’s body in a torturous U.
MODIFIED CAMEL CLUTCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLslYdXah28
Beckett slaps and claws at Kendra’s grip on her chin but the brunette just smiles and folds the Queen Bitch further, Al goes to a knee near Cassanadra’s face reacting to a high pitched whine.
“Do you submit? There’s no point in injuring yourself.”
Cassandra couldn’t shake her head so she yells out a “noo!” that turns into a scream when Kendra curls her further. Giving up on breaking the hold Beckett dug her fingernails into the rough canvas and steadily crawls across towards the ropes with LaRue pretzeled around her, the duo resembling the world’s oddest and sexiest snail.
Not bothering to stop Cassandra’s progress, Kendra keeps the innovative and excruciating submission in place and lets her bodyweight slow the former LAW champ down and waste Beckett’s energy.
“I didn’t mind you taking out Loretta,” Kendra threateningly purred, “she was the goody goody on the team, I didn’t mind you fighting dirty in the finals of the tournament, that’s just us being us, but I do not tolerate you butting your misshapen nose in our business!!”
LaRue CRANKS on the hold touching the heels of Beckett’s feet to her ponytail, an elongated high pitched squeak hisses through the QB’s lips like a teapot at the boiling point as she wraps a finger around the bottom rope.
Al claps his hands and barks, “break!”
“I’m trying but she’s soft. It’s like wrestling Gumby,” LaRue keeps her spine crunching submission locked in, Cassandra’s tugging on the rope rapidly to urge the ref to do his job. This not being Al’s first day he skips the preamble and goes straight to counting firmly, “ One ! Two! Three! Fou-!”
Kendra slithers off Beckett’s body with a half second to spare, leaving a wet sheen where The Siren’s essentially oiled skin touched Cassandra’s twisted form. The Queen Bitch uncurls then recurls into a ball with an elbow around the bottom strand, buying time for the flames running up and down her back to die down.
“Keep that greasy bitch back!”
Referee Carpenter checks Beckett’s condition as Kendra crawls backwards a foot from the Red Cloud native and slowly rises, keeping her back slightly bowed and thrusting her perfectly round ass at Cassava. Without looking, the former Mexican champ swings her hands back and gives her own rump a loud, double-handed “SPANK!” that ripples through her sexy flesh and ricochets droplets of oil at the Milk Chocolate Mauler.
Amidst the hoots and hollers a red faced Cassava takes the bait, “You’re just warming up those potato sacks for me and Beck later, lumpy!”
“Masa will be taking a nap soon under my girl’s cheeks! Like you will be under mine wannabooty!” LaKeisha needles her young rival from the safety of her corner. The partners of each team trading scathing barbs from their posts, eager to prove whose buns are superior.
Cassandra pulled herself up with help from the coils, clenches her fists and sets after LaRue, “First off; you’re projecting, Toucan Sam.”
Kendra’s eyes harden and she walks the perimeter of the ring to keep her distance an approaching Queen B.
“Second; you’re business became mine when you came after Superfan over there,” Beckett crouched and shoots for a single leg, LaRue goes low to counter but Beckett was just feinting, landing a hard “Slap!” to The Siren’s right cheek. Kendra’s head swivels to the side and rights itself with a snarl, her long, black hair trailing every movement. Bootyshocker Jr whips out her palm for a retaliatory smack, Beckett ducks the hand but gets nailed with a lobb of spit just under her nose when she comes back up.
Kendra smirks like she just watched Juliet Bloodwind buy clearance jeans, “if you wanted a piece of the wannabe you should’ve just asked. We woulda left you the scraps.” Beckett stares LaRue down with burning eyes as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand, for a moment the audience forgets it’s a tag match with the explosive chemistry they’re witnessing. It’s The Jungle Queen vs The Queen Bitch.
Cassandra goes from 0 to 60 and force feeds Kendra a knuckle sandwich, the Aremenian answers back with a forearm to the chest. Not bothering to block or dodge, the two beauties fire punches to the face and chest for a good 40 seconds, neither willing to cede their ground. Beckett breaks the tie with a body blow that digs under Kendra’s ribs, bending her over with a wretch. She quickly goes behind and links her hands under the Bootyshocker’s navel, Beck sends a strong pulse through her arms trying to get LaRue as breathless as possible before she spikes her with a German suplex.
LaRue bites her bottom lip to keep from whining from the noose of Cassandra’s strong biceps crushing her waist. Feeling the hick about to hoist her up Kendra slips a leg behind hers blocking the suplex, Kendra tries to get lower and break Cassandra’s knotted hands. Looking past her own hypnotic cleavage Kendra is inspired by the gleam of lights reflecting off toned stomach. Taking her paws off Cassandra’s wrists LaRue raises her arms straight and wriggles like she’s at the club rather than a wrestling ring. Grinding her gaze stealing ass against a bewildered Beckett, Kendra uses the oil applied by Merle’s surprisingly strong and skilled hands to slip out of the Nebraskan’s grasp.
CLOSEST APPROXIMATION
youtu.be/jGoMmEaBAOY?t=343
“Geezuz! What, did you double book your Brazzers taping?”
The QB angrily shakes out her arms trying to rid herself of Kendra’s residue, who in response cocks a hip in Cassandra’s direction and spanks it.
“You wish. You clearly have a type. In Guatemala I couldn’t keep count of how many “friendly” slaps on the butt you gave me and Bates and now you’re slumming it with the geek over there.”
Beckett eyes LaRue’s claim to fame derisively, “I upgraded. You and Keish were like the last peaches at the bottom of the barrel, too soft and discolored.”
Visage twisted in rage, Kendra lashes out a high kick on track to Beckett’s face but is caught by the ankle, The former LAW champ forces the stem higher making LaRue hop for her amusement before wiping the limb westward to send the lubricated lass spinning into a clothesline that LaRue deftly dodges, escaping to Beckett’s back. Cassandra turns and takes a Latin flag pattern boot to the underbelly, Kendra pulls Beckett’s head in between her tan thighs by the ponytail and tries to flatten her skull like a pound of playdoh. The series of grunts of expletives from Cassandra are mix of pain, frustration, and anger that she’ll have to wash oil out her hair and ears later. LaRue gives Beckett’s leather covered, tight ass a taunting slap before bending down and wrapping her arms around the stone cold bitch’s middle and flips her onto a shoulder. Cassandra kicks her legs wildly trying to slide out but fails when The Jungle Queen treats her to a quick airplane spin; after one, two, three, four revolutions Kendra sits out while barrel throwing Beckett onto her face and tits.
OVEREASY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUzLCdxh3lc
Beckett splats onto her front, starfishing after the first bounce. LaRue shovels her and straightens The QB’s arms on the mat; holding one wrist down with her hands and grapevining the other, flattening Beckett’s juggs under her middle.
ONE!!
Kendra raises her pelvis and gives Cassandra’s hills a spiteful bounce and whispers “Stay down hick.”
TWO!!
Beckett bridges out at the last moment tossing LaRue off and rolling. The Red Cloud native flops onto her front and starts trudging where she remembers Cassava’s corner to be, getting it right purely by luck. Holding the minimum amount of tag rope allowed Cassava is hoping excitedly to get back into this match. She leans in as far as possible for a tag, treating the fans behind her to a great view of her ass, and the fans in front to a great view of her juggs. She’ll have to wait a bit longer however, Kendra takes a harsh grip of Beckett’s ponytail and uses it to yank the riotous but not quite a redneck to her feet. Shrieking, Beckett’s hands go to her scalp to pry LaRue’s grubby fingers from her hair follicles but The Jungle Queen uses the leash to sharply pull Beckett into a spine first fall onto her knee.
HAIRPULL BACKBREAKER
youtu.be/OLjm9anYvbE?t=8
Cassandra does a rapid Mick Jagger impression arching her back and kicking her legs in pain. Still on one knee The Siren looks to her mentor, “Just getting her primed for you, boo. Be there in a minute.”
LK waves at Beckett like she was a warm meal for her soul sister, “Take your time baby, this is a cakewalk.”
“I’ll give ya more cake then you can handle Laquisha,” Onika verbally jabs at her twisted reflection and gets a middle finger as a receipt.
Again using Cassandra’s ponytail as a leash The Siren jerks her up and whips her to the ropes , when Beckett turns to hit them with her back Kendra faces away and leaps into the air to blast her in the face with a rear view, not realizing the Frenemy With Benefits grabbed the top rope to stop her recoil. The moment Kendra’s comes down from her jump she’s blindsided by a by lariat to the back of the head and knocked flat on her face. The Red Cloud native starts getting stormy and rains down boots on Kendra’s body, concentrating her ire on Kendra’s round fleshy moons.
Cass grinds a heel on an upturned buttcheek,“Dammit! I’m gonna be smelling like Jergins for a week!”
Beckett stops her stomping and sends Kendra to the ring post adjacent to the Bootyshock corner with an Irish Whip that sends a ripple through the Aremenian’s body, unnoticed was a perfectly formed imprint of LaRue on the canvas made from the last of the excess oil. Cassanadra sprints full speed with arm drawn ready to bash Kendra into the buckles with a bicep across the clavicle. Seems the oil has made Kendra extra slippery today; she dips her head under Beckett’s invading arm and places her own over the Caucasian’s left shoulder, sneaks her free hand into a leg hole of Cassanadra’s short shorts, with the two grips Kendra rips Beckett into the air and RAMS her down with a slam that shakes the ring!
URANAGE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HskNtpXJwz0
Pissed off by the interruption in her dominance LaRue moves like greased lightning, reaching back to the top ropes on either side of the buckle LaRue pulls herself onto the bottom coils and slingshots into a frontfacing Banzai Drop with Cassandra’s pert nose as the landing target. Her rattled brain just settling into place Beckett opens her eyes just long enough to register the sight of The Jungle’s Queen’s glorious globes just before they descend with every ounce of power that ass can muster. Beckett’s limbs twitched and fell still, then weakly stirred when Kendra widens her legs to center all of her weight through her destroyer of an ass, which at the moment was enveloping the Arizonian’s face.
“Be Honest, this was your goal for the entire match wasn’t it?” LaRue clenches her cheeks and forces Beckett to draw a slow figure 8 with her nose, she grinds down a little more emphasis then dismounts without looking at her broken cushion.
“Come on Beck! Tag me in!” Cassava tries to rouse motionless Beckett, her rising and falling chest and blinking eyes her only indicators that she was still in this world. Instead of going for a potential pinfall LaRue saunters over to LaKeisha, teasing Cassava and the audience with her panther-like walk that drew all eyes to her undulating buns. Bootyshock Hi-Fives and LaKeisha Bates is now the legal woman; years of teaming meant no words were necessary, Kendra climbs to the outside making sure to waggle her ass at Cassava when she bends over. LaKeisha runs down the apron till she’s right across from Arizona’s Most Wanted, and showing off the grace and agility of a smaller athlete one she vaults over the top rope with one hand nails Beckett in the heart with an elbow drop.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMksMwkouXU
The joint seems to shock Cassandra back to life, jerking awake she tries to roll to the outside but a fasthanded Bates works her tines into the Nebraskan’s ponytail and drags her back in like an unruly dog.
“Not so fast, cracka,” LK puts a knee in Beck’s back then bends her backward, The Nubian Queen raises a long leg over Cassandra’s skull and sets up her patented reverse pedigree. “You ain’t had your daily Rumpshakin’.”
Cassandra grits her teeth as she struggles against LaKeisha’s grip, fighting to keep out of position. She’d never been on the receiving end of a Rumpshaker, but she knew that it rightly had the reputation of being one of FAWN’s top five all-time finishers. If Bates hits it, 9.9 times out of ten, that’s game over, unfortunately, Bates’ thighs were clamped tightly over her temples. Seeing her partner in dire straits, and realizing that this match could very well be over if she didn’t think of something quick, Cassava begins to climb through the strands, presumably to break the Rumpshaker up.
“Whoa, whoa!” Al Carpenter, the consummate professional that he is noticed Kylie’s Number One Fan out of place and aiming to break up Cassanadra’s imminent facebusting, he steps between Cassava and her partner in peril. “You can’t be in the ring till you’re tagged, Onika, you know that.”
“Keep that sell out ho back!” LaKeisha gives Beckett’s noggin a squeeze the make the Arizonan bleat against her will, “I gots a cracka to crack.”
“There’s a difference between selling out and making the effort to LEARN new moves!” Cassava shouts over the Official’s narrow but somehow appealing shoulders. Bates growls, just barely stopping herself from dropping the White bitch and slapping the taste out of that arrogant cunt’s mouth.
“Maybe if you stopped taking short cuts you’d learn how to actually use that ass,” on that biting remark Cassava turns her back to the rest of the ring occupants and starts to work. That. Ass.
Back and forth, in and out, Cassava danced to an unheard beat that had the crowd catcalling and whistling at a Shea London-topless level. Even the normally unflappable Carpenter had to stop and stare at this masterclass in twerking (something Jenny Jacobs will tease him about in a subtly threatening manner later that night) LaKeisha and LaRue were also engrossed with each movement of Onika’s hips. Neither would ever admit it but that rookie could really shake that booty.
HIP ATTACK 741- DISTRACTION TECHNIQUE 1
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Cassandra smirks as she realizes what’s going on, feeling LaKeisha’s grip on her slacking. As the distraction Cassava provided causes Bates to drop her arms, Beckett lets them flop to her sides to maintain the illusion that the Nubian Queen has got her helpless. As soon as she felt LaKeisha’s thighs loosen their vice-like grip on her head, Arizona’s Most Wanted drops to her knees and proves the adage that old habits die hard, using Cassava’s distraction to throw a hard forearm right between her foe’s legs.
LaKeisha shrieks in shocked agony as Beckett’s arm actually lifts the former World Champion off her feet and likewise sends her crashing down to the mat when she retracts her limb. As she groans and rolls around on the mat, massaging her assaulted womanhood, Cassandra rises to her feet and takes stock of the situation. Seeing that Kendra is still a bit shell-shocked from the combination of Cassava’s brief show and Beckett’s sudden burst of offense, the former Queen Bitch takes advantage of LaRue’s haze. Taking the few long strides it takes to get to the enemy’s corner, Cassandra delivers a jarring shoulder tackle through the top and middle ropes that sends The Siren crashing down off the apron and backwards into the guardrail, taking Bootyshock’s Lieutenant out of the equation for the time being. Turning her attention back to the General, Beckett knows that even that low blow won’t keep her down for too long, so she decides to solve that problem by dragging Bates to her feet roughly by the hair, sneakily burying a fist deep into her gut as she backed her into the ropes, which doubled the Bootyshocker over, gasping for air. Not wasting any time with trash talk, Cassandra then shoots LaKeisha across the ring with an Irish whip. She goes for another signature lariat, which Bates barely has the presence of mind to duck. On the next rebound, however, whatever counter-attack Bates had planned is interrupted as Cassandra lifts LK up off the mat and sends her crashing back down in a bone-rattling Ron Simmons-style spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_s4_vLkIGnk
LaKeisha lets out a pained shout as she bounces a few inches off the mat with the force of the spinebuster’s impact and starfishes back onto the mat, while Cassandra drops to her knees, her sudden burst of adrenaline-fueled offense seemingly reaching its end. The Nebraskan Terror slowly crawls her way to her own corner as Cassava excitedly holds her hand out for the tag, smacking the top turnbuckle rhythmically as the FAWNatics join in, clapping their hands to the rhythm of the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s beat, trying to will Cassandra to make the tag. Just as LaKeisha begins to stir and Kendra stumbles back to the ring apron and begins to climb back up to her corner, Beckett summons the last bit of energy in her reserves to leap forward and slap Onika’s outstretched hand to the earth-shaking roar of the crowd.
Body tensing moments before the skin of Beckett’s hand contacted her own, Onika bounds to the top buckle in one impressive vertical leap. Standing on the corner like a beacon of hope she waits till LaKeisha is halfway up to from her failed dive then launches herself at the frazzled heel. Cassava’s dainty feet speed past LaKeisha’s shocked then breathless face as The Superfan’s younger, firmer and highly trained rump flattens the legend’s mouth-watering bosom. Cassava rides LaKeisha down to the canvas like a Ferris wheel and springs off her front bumpers to the ropes, turning on a heel and throwing her arms wide, the BMD champ falls back smoothly onto the middle strand and rebounds to a resurgent Bates, who popped back up immediately after her mat and ass sandwiching. LK has fire in her eyes and has a lariat to take the upstart’s (no relation) head off, showing some London-esque reflexes and ducks the brawny arm and runs the expanse of the ring. Jumping onto the second rope Cassava slingshots into the air into a crossbody that hits with precision on the Texan, taking her to the canvas while squashing her world class milkers for the second time in under a minute.
SEATED SENTON/SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7Sz2uTYLCs
LaRue hit the guardrail hard with her shoulder but after a few seconds of writhing she musters up the stuff of champions and crawls back to her spot. With a hand massaging her left shoulder The Jungle Queen goes to one knee and leans in to rouse her partner out of this downward spiral, “Keish! Tag me in! We’re almost-!” Kendra was about to say “there” but it’s lost between Onika’s pink cloth covered cheeks; so focused on LaKeisha, Kendra failed to notice The Online Sensation pinballing off the ropes outside LaRue’s periphery, aiming her honed for battle backside at Kendra’s nose. A target Cassava hit with expert precision, the Bootyshocker’s proboscis deep between The Superfan’s cheeks before she’s knocked from the apron once again landing awkwardly on her hurt shoulder.
CLOSEST APPROXIMATION
youtu.be/ZtQV7Cihr3w?t=68
LK knows how dangerous Onika can be when she’s Sanders Running and aims a Big Boot to bring it to a halt, the young lioness ducks the offending gam, grabs LaKeisha’s wrist and sends her to the far ropes. After leaning into the near strands for speed boost Cassava sprints toward a returning Bates with a shoulder lowered for Classic Kylie style gore that LaKeisha leaps over effortlessly. Both women pivot hitting the coils with their backs and sprint toward each other making hard eye contact as they play chicken, neither breaking away their curves SLAP together in a hypnotic festival of jiggles. Despite their human car crash The Nubian Queen and The Booty Queen stay up right and stumble backwards from each other, Bates, the taller of the two holds an arm across her chest; the collision pancaking her bewbs for the third time in a very short period.
Grimacing and fed up, LaKeisha voices her displeasure, “What is it with you today and my tits, bitch? BLERGH!”
Cassava recovers a moment quicker than the older legend and uses her fantastic vertical leap to nail LaKeisha in the face with a standing dropkick, with the taste of the dyed blond’s toes on her lips The Girl from the Ghetto staggers back first into a set of turnbuckles. Feeling the goddesses of victory beginning to smile on Frenemies With Benefits Cassava gives a hip a telltale spank to hype up the crowd before dashing over to Bates and busting her gut with a butt smash, LK lets out a deep groan as her insides concave under the Iowan’s posterior, now bowed she’s easily corralled into to the opposite corner with Cassava hot on her heels. Bates turns into the post saving her breasts from a leather and steel barrier only for them to be mashed by Onika’s buns of mass destruction. LaKeisha doesn’t have much time to take inventory of her pain, Cassava grabs the back of the former world champ’s curly brown locks and hairmares her to an adjacent seat on the mat. Onika hurries to the far ropes and barrels into them as hard as possible, really stretching them out so Cassava is shot like a bullet toward a winded and hurting Bates. Jumping to a low altitude The BMD champ blasts LaKeisha in the ear with a side of rump roast, Pleasant Valley style.
THREE WISHES (HIP ATTACK 797)
youtu.be/203tQ8ns7Dg?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=645
Pain is a worthy trade off for a shot at gold. LaRue buries the debilitating agony in her left side and desperately barrels into the ring, aiming her good shoulder at Onika’s gut, only to be intercepted by a vigilant Beckett. The Queen bitch dethrones the Jungle Queen with a massive bicycle kick that sends sends the statuesque beauty tumbling head over heels. Brain addled, Kendra crab walks into a corner and sits there, eyes spinning.
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Behind Cassandra The Superfan has picked up Bates and threas her head between the legend’s sweaty legs and wraps her arms around the larger woman’s knees. As Cassava stands up the crowd shouts happily thinking it’s the set up for her finisher, the fan favorite mouths “Not yet,” before breaking out in a run with LaKeisha trailing behind her like a cape. At top speed Cassava bends forward whipping Bates into the farthest corner from LaRue, the Bootyshocker’s back and head BWOING against the turnbuckles before Bates falls to a seat, legs outstretched into a V.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZMhr0hgAmE
A wide eyed eye and intense Cassava runs over to her partner and slaps the shoulders of an alarmed Beckett, The ASStacular One raises her fists in the air and shouts to the heavens.
“SUPER THICC PARRRRTY!!!”
The audience freaks the hell out! They don’t know what’s happening but judging from what Onika just shouted they’re going to love it. Beckett grins excitedly now that she understands what her partner was signaling, the dichromatic duo clasp hands, and Irish Whip each other on route to the occupied corners. With a machine like synchronicity Cassandra and Cassava bash Bootyshock in the face with high powered hip checks! But they don’t stop there… Frenemies With Benefits bounce off their badonkadonks and run past each other to trade targets and treat their faces to another callipygian cudgel, not stopping to savor the feel of their enemies lips on there asses FWB criss cross the ring the ring again and again. The thousands in attendance counting along with each booty blast.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
At six everyone was with their agreed upon dance partners (Beckett with LaRue and Onika with Bates) and FWB grabbed the top ropes and started backing their asses up into the faces of the near lifeless Bootyshock, almost knocked loopy by glutes they regain some life in their fervor not to be smothered out by inferior(in their opinion) buns. LaKeisha kicked, scratched, flapped, and squirmed but all she could see and taste were Cassava’s cheeks and undercarriage. The woman of 1000 hip attacks compensated for for every miniscule movement LK made to make sure she got as much cake as possible, a literal nightmare for the FAWN legend; the existential terror of Cassava’s rear has given LK some bad nights ever since their first match and now it's all too real.
At the other side of the ring Beckett is keeping her booty pop to tight figure eights with the odd up and down grind. Making sure Kendra’s nose is deep in her trunks Cassandra asks, “Be honest, this was your goal for the entire match wasn’t it?”
SUPER THICC PARTY: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1D2Le1smz7I
Satisfied that the duo had dished out an appropriate amount of insult, Onika and Beckett made eye contact and nod, grinning wide, agreeing nonverbally that it was time to dole out some injury. As Cassandra steps away from the corner, the now freed LaRue slumps to her side, groaning and covering her newly ravaged face with her hands. Turning around to see this, Beckett decided to help Kendra the rest of the way. Grabbing the top rope with both hands for leverage, she then pushed her boot into the Jungle Queen’s oil-slicked side and unceremoniously dumps her out of the ring where she bounces upon impact and lies, face down, moaning in agony.
Meanwhile, Cassava drags LK out of the corner by the hair and YANKS her up to a standing position, drawing a shriek from the FAWN legend. Onika smirks and looks her rival in the eye, “Hey, Cassie!” she shouts to her partner, who had begun to make her way over to her after dealing with Kendra, “I think it’s time we take out the trash!” With that, she shoves the wobbly Bates into Beckett’s waiting arms.
“Shhhh!” Cassandra shushes her soon-to-be victim, placing a finger to her lips, “Shshshshsh! Don’t worry, sugar, it’ll all be over soon.” she assures her foe, her voice dripping with honey. Her seductive smile then curls into a malicious snarl and the shushing finger pulls away from Bates’ mouth to be transformed into a one-finger salute to the Bootyshock General. With that, she delivers a toe kick to LaKeisha’s gut, then turns her back to her, reaching up to grab her head. She then drops to a seat, rocking Bates with her signature finisher, the Bitch Breaker!
BITCH BREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_GkYqSJc
LaKeisha bounces off of Cassandra’s shoulder and stumbles right into Cassava’s waiting arms. Without a word, she slips her head between Bates’ thighs for self-inflicted headscissors. Wrapping her arms her arms around her knees, she stands up, draping the Texas native 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, giving LaKeisha a taste of some Upside Down Cake!
UPSIDE DOWN CAKE: youtu.be/IOlyOyXCMQo?t=60
Not releasing her grip upon impact, Cassava leans down as far as she can, folding Bates up in a tight matchbook pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics explode in raucous applause as the bell rings. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match: FRENEMIES WITH BENEFITS!!!” the ring announcer has to shout to be heard above the cheers of the crowd. Releasing LaKiesha from her gluteal prison, Cassava sits back on her haunches, wide-and-teary-eyed, overcome with emotion over what’s just happened. She did it! She gets to defend her BMD title now!
Meanwhile, Cassandra finishes the job of taking out the trash, dumping the limp LaKeisha to the outside, directly on top of her still-dazed partner, to the delight of the fans who see it. She then goes over to over to her partner. Cassava looks up to see Beckett’s smiling face, extending a hand to her to help her to her feet. After wiping her eyes, Cassava smiles back and takes the offered hand. As Cassandra pulls her up to standing, The Superfan pulls her partner in for a tight hug. Now it was Cassandra’s eyes that had grown wide. Despite their having grown closer over the last several weeks, she never in her wildest fantasies would’ve dared imagine that she would ever initiate such intimate contact.
“We did it, Cassie! You and me! Thank you so much for everything!” Cassava chirps her thanks to Cassandra as she loosened her grip on the Nebraskan brunette. Cassandra stares at her for a moment that felt like an eternity to her, biting her lower lip.
It’s now or never! she thinks to herself. With her mind racing, and her heart pounding in her chest, Beckett wraps her arms around Cassava and lays a passionate kiss on the longtime object of her affection. The crowd hoots and hollers and catcalls at the kiss, while Cassava’s shocked gaze eases into closed-eyed acceptance until Cassandra breaks the kiss off. To her horror, when Cassie opens her eyes, Cassava is staring back at her, her hand over her mouth, a shocked expression on her face.
“O-oh...oh, god!” Cassandra backs away from Cassava, looking as if she’d just been stabbed in the heart, “Cassava...I’m so sorry! I didn’t...I mean...God damnit, why does everything I do turn to shit?!” With that, she bails from the ring and hauls ass towards the curtain, fighting back tears as she goes.
“What? Beckett, wait! I-” Cassava blinks as she watches Cassandra freak out and run away. “Don’t - Damn it!” She pinches the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut before resolving to follow after her partner.
“Why can’t anything ever be easy, not even celebrating?”