Post by hawkeye on Apr 13, 2020 1:06:13 GMT
BMD Title Defence
Cassava Onika vs Kendra LaRue
It’s finally happening.
Bootyshock’s other obligations are finally fulfilled and Cassava has wormed around Bethany Christian’s obstacles and jumped through enough hoops. FAWN is about to see the first televised defence of the Buns of Mass Destruction title! The announcer rechecks his cards before addressing the FAWNatics filling the seats.
“Tonight’s bout is for the Buns of Mass Destruction title! The rules are as follows…” As he reads the coming combat’s code of conduct the match stipulations appear on the FAWNtron for everyone to read.
The Official BUNS of MASS DESTRUCTION Rules:
-You can only win via pinfall and pinfalls must come via facesit
-Referee counts are to 10 in corners and ropes
-You can not win the match by submission, but if your opponent taps, you then can only be pinned via a 5 count
The announcer continued, “To prevent outside interference Lakeisha Bates and Cassandra Bates will be handcuffed together at ringside!”
The crowd is loud and rowdy throughout the reading of the rules, wrestling fans have been waiting on the edges of their seats for a long time now to see the BMD belt defended in an official fashion. The hot new rookie Cassava Onika introducing a new title the same night wrestling legend Lakeisha Bates returns, following that up is the comeback of a woman people were calling a future FAWN World Champion Kendra LaRue, fresh from setting Mexico on fire with her run as the top gal. Then months of feuding between the now internationally renowned tag team Bootyshock and FWB; A brand new team of Cassava Onika and Indie anti-darling Cassandra Beckett, all for the right to DEFEND the belt. All these events served as the perfect promotion to get fans hungry to see the belt on PPV and future challengers to come out of the woodwork. One such challenger being Mabel Powers, a friendly rival of Onika’s and now guaranteed contender.
MABEL POWERS
Wearing her customary black sports briefs and white sports bra, the fitness icon has been performing the Harvard step test by the entrance stage since the pre-show and will continue till a winner is decided in this future deciding match. Despite moving endlessly for the better part of an hour the hard body brunette only had a light sheen of sweat as she stepped up and down the portable steps.
The crowd dies down a bit and the announcer continues...
“Officiating the match will be Referee Al Carpenter,” The MC gestures to the lean man standing in the corner wearing the standard black and whites. Al gives a nod and gets a respectable pop from the audience. Many respected his tenure and professional reputation as FAWN’s law keeper, others just respecting his game with the ladies- Jenny Jacobs’ and Juliet Bloodwind’s war over him was something of an open secret by this point.
Enough table setting, let the party begin!
BOOTY- JENNIFER LOPEZ FT. IGGY AZALEA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
“From Los Angeles, California… THEE Ultimate Angel from the City… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds! She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle and a multi-Mexican champion... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LAAARRRUUUEEE!!!!!”
Out steps one of the most dominant teams in FAWN’s history despite never wearing Orlando gold together. The callipygian combo strides through the curtains like they own the building, and with their success that could honestly be true. Kendra LaRue is looking hot, lean, and mean in the all right ways. She’s wearing the colours of her adoptive country Mexico, it’s the sexiest that flag’s ever looked. Clad in a two-piece bikini, her top is tied at the sides leaving her shoulders bare, the cups are visibly straining to hold back LaRue’s double D’s. In what was generously called a bikini thong that had far more in common with dental floss covered her unmentionables, displaying her version of their team’s namesake in a 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 succumbs to an inevitable facesit.
KENDRA LARUE
Hands on wide hips Kendra scans her well-trained eyes through the crowd checking for that broke ass redneck Cassandra Beckett, the milk to Cassava’s Oreos was still pissed about LaRue taking her out like the trash she was backstage at All Hallows Evil. Bootyshock had worked with Beckett in the past and know The Queen Bitch’s penchants for revenge and ambushes go hand in hand.
Her partner, mentor, former World Champion and future hall of famer Lakeisha Bates was dressed in form-fitting blue jeans that framed her infamous and gold getting ass beautifully, and a black Dangerous Curves t-shirt that was back on sale for a limited time (get yours now). Arms crossed under firm bosom The OG Booty Queen of FAWN had her neck on a swivel as well but tries to assuage her sister in the booty arts so Kendra can keep her mind on the match.
LAKEISHA BATES
“Don’t fret none about the wannabe’s masa, I’m going to be next to that bitch the whole time. You just focus on buttin’ that Nebraska stain out, she’s a headcase but she’ll trip you up if you aren’t on point.”
Kendra nods and gives her soul sister a side hug, “Thanks Keish. Time to put an end to this stupid feud and bring the gold to the real Buns of Destruction.” Lakeisha grins and gives her a little peck on the cheek and the duo set off. The villainous combo shares a hi-five, clasp hands and bumps hips before walking down the ramp, ignoring any hands that dared to reach for their dangerous curves. Bootyshock’s sashay down the aisle eventually led them to ringside, Bates gave one last hug to Kendra before walking over to a pair of plush, royal purple high-backed chairs with high backs set by the commentators’ table. Placed arm against arm, a chain looping through a detachable metal bracket connecting each armrest with a handcuff on each end. Lakeisha Bates and Cassandra Beckett will be sitting there chained together for the duration of the match to prevent any tomfoolery for this title defence. She sits in the chair on the left and crosses her legs, her hands are gripping the armrests but Lakeisha hasn’t locked the cuff yet; no way she’s gets handcuffed till Cassandra does.
Kendra ascends the staircase with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her head to address the crowd. “If any of you losers and cretins have a heart condition, I suggest you avert your eyes now.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated her most prized asset...
... and quite possibly created a few new heart patients in the process.
LaRue settles in a corner and allows Carpenter to check her for foreign objects, feeling a bit miffed that her favourite chew toy Merle wasn’t scheduled to officiate her title match. The adorably hapless ref has been twisted around The Siren’s fingers the last few months, not so much dating as it was bullying with benefits. He isn’t bad too look at either she admitted, if you’re into the gaunt look. Plus, my privately wealthy sense is getting a ping…
Kendra’s musings of upgrading Merle from victim to boyfriend is interrupted by the nerdcore musical stylings of the Buns of Mass Destruction champion’s entrance theme.
KICK PUNCH- ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
“And her opponent...From Pleasant Valley, Iowa… She stands at five Feet two Inches tall and weighs in at 125lbs… The Woman of 1000 Hip Attacks… The Milk Chocolate Mauler! She is The First! Current! And only BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION Champion… This is CAASSAAVAAAA OOONNIIIKKAAAAAA!!!”
The FAWNtron above the curtains displays a chibi anime version of the Online Sensation; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA was at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Normally the shapely scrapper bursts out of the gorilla position with a positive attitude and some playful showings of her karate skills. Tonight; escorted by her Frenemy With Benefits, Cassandra Beckett, Cassava comes out with an intense expression. Hands balled into fists and shaking, not with nervousness but with excitement and righteous anger.
CASSAVA ONIKA
CASSASSANDRA BECKETT
Beckett pounds a fist into her palm as she and LaRue lock eyes across the building. Eager to smack a bitch down but she doesn’t want to spoil her girl’s moment. Onika does the same with Lakeisha, nearly a year of animosity started by an ambush Rumpshakin. Even during the ‘cold war’ phase where they couldn’t face each other the Girl from the Ghetto and the Superfan kept the hate going through social media and spiteful ‘ribs’ that increase in scope as time goes forward. Cassandra grabs Onika by the shoulders and pulls her close so they’re nose to nose.
“You worry about that over-inflated coattail-rider, hon... I’ll make sure the has-been keeps out of it. Just make sure you leave enough for me to get my pound of flesh too. This is your time, sugar. You wanted to leave a mark and they decided to cash in on your hard work. Let’s kick this hanger on to the curb and break out the champagne.”
Onika gives her former bully, now her biggest supporter, a nod and quick kiss, “That’s right. This is MY time. This OUR time. Not theirs. Let’s make them realize it.”
Beckett’s bitterness is momentarily forgotten at Cassava’s mention of ‘our time’ and a smile takes over her face before she refocuses and gives the Superfan a squeeze, “Yeah babe!”
The FWB descends the ramp, Cassava is clad in her standard battle togs of a white beater that showed a hint of bellybutton, a red bra is visible through the thin fabric keeping her C Cups (borderline Ds) from flashing the fans during a more athletic maneuver. On her wide hips were a pair of purple booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small), just above those was a wide leather strap of the BMD title, the nature of belt dictated that the lovingly detailed gold faceplate be showcased just above its wearer’s buns. Dangling from an empty belt loop on the left side of her shorts is a gold, Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hairstyle and dye (straightened blonde with pink highlights).
By her side keeping watch for sneak attacks, Cassandra is fashionably dressed in roughneck chic. Nice leather pants made for a night on the town hugged her lower half, and she’s representing Arizona tonight with a D-backs jersey, unbuttoned showing off Cassandra’s toned core and sumptuous breasts hidden by a black ‘fancy’ bra, as Beckett describes.
The new tag-team rounds the perimeter of the ring keeping an eye out for a drive by bootying. Lakeisha is staring DAGGERS at Cassava and the Superfan’s gaze is just as sharp, Kendra tries to bully past Al Carpenter to attack from the rear but the experienced ref has some FIFA level blocking skills. Carpenter slips to the outside and gets between the seated Bates and the standing Frenemies With Benefits.
“Let’s keep things peaceful till the bell, gang.”
The official has his arms spread out peacefully as a barrier between Lakeisha and everyone else. Beckett coolly pats Al on the shoulder and takes her seat beside The Rumpshaker, “No worries lawman, I’m just a fan tonight.” Al locks the handcuffs with a key and places it in his pocket, the two will remain imprisoned until the final bell has rung and enough security has arrived to keep them separated.
Lakeisha looks at Cassava with a hateful smirk, “Did you get the package I sent you? It's a photo book of some of the MANY times I’ve had Sanders’ face between my cheeks.” The smirk expands to a full grin when she sees the cold hate behind Onika’s eyes, “I’m gonna break bank at the merch table with those.”
Cassava matches Lakeisha’s expression and offers a rejoinder with the same tone, “I did… in fact I was skimming through it in the parking lot and I noticed someone had stolen the tires off your Jaguar.”
Revelling in the veteran’s shocked expression Cassava raises her hands and points her index fingers level with Lakeisha’s breasts, “need a lift?”
“In more ways than one, she does, babe,” Cassandra answers the rhetorical question with a smirk.
Bates lets out an audible, furious growl and whip out her leg to kick Cassava’s face off but The BMD backs up just in time. Cassava saunters off while Beckett chuckles at the red-faced legend. Onika takes her time getting to the ring, walking the long way to her corner, LaRue’s talking trash the entire time, calling her many variations of the slander coward. Passing by the MC, Cassava whispers something in his ear that makes him giggle as Cassava takes her spot in the ring to be inspected.
The announcer brings the mic to lips, “Once again, officiating the match will be Al ‘Big Daddy Energy’ Carpenterrrr!!”
The crowd erupts in laughter as Carpenter shakes his head, both Lakeisha and Cassandra raise an eyebrow at this gag. Cassava shrugs, “Just keeping my rhythm.”
Already exhausted, Al Wipes a palm over his face and checks to see that champion and challenger are in the corners and motions for the bell.
DING! DING!
Before the first rung of the bell finishes echoing The Superfan and The Siren explode from their corners and clash in the ring, it's a hockey fight! Each one throwing rapid-fire bombs with no intent to block; Kendra pasting away at Cassava’s head and shoulders and peppering in some rib work, the shorter Onika laying in uppercuts that spank up LaRue’s belly till they’re jostling underboob. The FAWNatics are on their feet and the cuffed together Bates and Beckett are shouting support for their respective partners and insulting their opposition.
“Get it girl! Smash that wannabe’s face in!”
“That’s it, Cassava! Work her soft underbelly!”
After tagging each other with simultaneous right hooks each battler stumbles back, Kendra lifts a stem for a flash kick but Cassava somersaults under to the Bootyshocker’s six. Cassava springs up spinning with a crisp roundhouse kick that Larue ducks, dropping on her cushioned bottom. LaRue attempts a leg sweep from her seat on the canvas but Onika cartwheels around Kendra’s swinging legs and back on to her feet. Kendra uses her momentum to get her feet under her and extends her right left arm for an old school clothesline but again Onika proves slippery, ducking the limb and turning back to face her foe Cassava rushes close and slips her arm under Kendra and takes her in a hiptoss but The Siren flips forward and lands on her feet. Still intertwined with The Superfan Kendra reverses the throw and sends Cassava over for what should be a rough landing but the BMD champ rolls neatly in her landing and stops on one knee with fist clenched, glaring and breathing lightly at the standing challenger whose expression mirrored her own.
At the first breath taken in a rapid flurry of action, the surrounding masses clap and cheer excitedly! Any ‘wrestling purists’ who thought the matches for this title would just be an excuse for some cheesecake on the card are likely deleting their twitter posts right now.
Cassava slowly gets off her knee, “Moving quick today, maybe you’re more graceful now that you’re not dragging around Lakeisha’s ego?”
Kendra rolls her right shoulder and speaks nonchalantly, “This is me going cold. Merle wasn’t free to do my usual pre-match massage; I’ll have to remember to punish him for that later.”
A scowl flashes across Cassava’s face at the mention of her friend. She throws herself forward in a front flip with a leg extended, the bridge of Kendra’s nose a tempting target for the Iowan’s heel.
KOPPU KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGaE8XSpjGI
The Siren’s baiting of Onika appears to have been strategic, Kendra sidesteps the swinging heel and lets Cassava fall to a seat before dropping to a knee and wrapping an arm under Cassava’s chin in a tight grounded headlock. Adding a few twists to put a crick in the champion’s neck, Kendra changes the flow of the match to high octane movement to slow and punishing in a second. Cassava kicks her feet and rakes at LaRue’s squeezing bicep and gets a digging knee in her spine for the trouble.
“From this point on I’m steamrolling your ass,” Kendra whispers threateningly before giving a crushing squeeze that makes Cassava whine involuntarily.
The Jungle Queen uses her noose around Cassava’s noggin to pull her slowly to her feet. Keeping the controlling arm pressed against Cassava’s jaw, Kendra uses her free hand to muss the champ’s hair before harshly pulling it back, driving Cassava spine first onto her knee. Onika spasms off the joint and falls to a seat, Kendra follows up with her a toe kick to the small of her back that makes the dyed blonde wince and clench her fists; hauling up the beleaguered young woman by the wrist LaRue whips her away Irish style, Cassava’s back bumps hard against the buckles and she has to grab the top ropes to keep from falling to a seat in prime stinkface territory. Unfortunately, that just made her a prime target for Kendra’s L.A. Wrecking Ball, the Bootyshocker’s signature running hip smash to the gut that threatens to disembowel the new champion.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fxSipIgNDk
“GoOhhh!!”
The breath leaves Cassava’s body as Kendra’s rump leaves an imprint on her insides, Kendra grabs the top ropes as she as grrriinds her backside deeper in the shorter girl’s belly. Kendra swings her pelvis forward letting Cassava take a breath just to steal it as she swings it back to bust a gut with her rump. The dyed blonde shudders and falls to a seat in the corner, the crowd popping loud despite their allegations as the BMD Champ is trapped and face level with LaRue’s dangerous derriere.
The Siren savours the moment with silence and just backs it up with a vengeance! Cassava’s head is enveloped by ass and treated to a hateful scrubbing, the Bootyschocker goes from zero to paint shaker in less than a second. In the history books it will say that in the first televised BMD match, the first BMD champion Cassava Onika took the first stinkface of the fight, and by gawd what a stinkface. The back of the Superfan’s skull will probably have a friction burn from all the figure eights it’s being forced to do against the leather turnbuckle. Knowing she has a MUCH longer count than normal Kendra makes sure to take full advantage, like a harsh lesson in braille she wants Onika will remember the feel of her superior ass against her face for the rest of life. Among the loud catcalls and whistles, Lakeisha’s ecstatic voice can be heard breaking through the noise.
“YEAH! That’s it! Show that wannabe how we do!”
Beckett glares at the legend handcuffed to her, "This shit's far from over, Bates. Ya girl gets too cocky, she's gonna get burned!"
She seems unfazed and amused at that notion, “I wouldn’t put money on that, bitch.”
Kendra offers her partner a grin as she switches from sexy swishes to simply pounding her rear into the hapless Cassava’s face which bangs the back of her head against the turnbuckle repeatedly.
“Eight! Nine! 10! Alright LaRue that’s enough, let her out!” Ever the professional Referee Al Carpenter was never distracted by The Siren’s gyrations and kept the 10-count steady after the FAWN house rule of a ‘2 Mississippis’ wait. Kendra bears down and treats Onika nose to one final clench before dismounting with a model’s strut, fluffing her hair as she walks to the adjacent corner. The official kneels between the splayed-out legs of the gasping champion and checks her condition.
“You good to continue Cass?”
Cassava absent-mindedly rubs the back of a hand across her mouth trying to remove the taste of Kendra’s sweat, “I’m good she’s got
nothaaAAIEE!”
Deciding she’s had enough rest Kendra pushes the ref to the side and takes two big handfuls of the Iowan’s blonde and pink hair and just tosses her to the other side of the Squared Circle by the roots in an impressive...and painful, feat of strength.
“Ooowww, why do these bitches keep going after my hair?” a wincing Cassava massages her scalp before she’s abruptly driven to the outside with a baseball slide dropkick that splats the young lion at Beckett’s and Bates’ feet.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJZJGOQuuQk
“HAHA! How’s the first defence going honey?” Lakeisha mocks the writhing wannabe at her feet while Cassandra looks concerned. LaRue swings a leg over the middle and dips under the top to continue her domination, pausing to giver her rear a quick slap to taunt the unworthy masses.
“We’ll have you uncuffed in a moment Keish,” a pleased and powerful Kendra pulls up Onika by the ears and gives her a stunning knee to the forehead setting the beleaguered champ upright, “I’ll have Merle book the victory suite.”
“But Skinny White’s not comin’ right?”
“No, I just like to keep him guessing.”
The Jungle Queen bends down and slips her head between Cassava’s thighs as the set up for her finisher The Siren Bomb, as Kendra stands up Beckett yells desperately, “Get outta there, Babe!!”
The cry of her partner may have roused the champion a bit. Regaining her senses as the abominable Armenian starts to wear her like a cape, Cassava repeatedly and accurately hammers elbows into Kendra’s spine. The taller woman is overcome by painful tremors and can’t rise to her full height; a head-crushing squeeze from Onika’s strong thighs takes the Bootyshock Lieutenant back Ninety degrees with Onika’s feet on the padded concrete. Looping her arms under Kendra’s stomach, Cassava hoists her opponent over her right shoulder and holds Kendra in the air by the armpits, dashing forward The Online Sensation runs and slams the brunette onto the steel steps!
BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER(ring instead of steps)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7LF7v_TaMM
“AAAHHHAA!!” LaRue lets out an anguished howl only partially drowned out by the “OOOHHH!!” of the audience, Kendra bounces once then tumble down the metal stairs into a heap, back arched and squirming. Onika takes a knee and a breather while Cassandra whooping and hollering in excitement, Lakeisha looks worried for her shocker sister. Typically, Cassava didn’t resort to this level violence unless you defamed the good and holy name of Kylie Sanders.
Cassava pulls herself up with the ring and walks over to the still writhing Kendra, looking over her shoulder to her Frenemy With Benefits, “Thanks for having my back Beck!”
“Always!”
The BMD champ rolls the wilted Larue under the bottom rope and takes the easy route of the stairs to the ring apron. As Cassava ascends Kendra rolls deeper into the ring on her own and scrambles to prepare a counter-attack; While a cringing LaRue, holding one hand to her aching gets up Cassava takes the top rope in hand and slingshots herself up and over blasting Kendra in her right cheek with a knee. The big brunette topples like a cut-down tree face first, the ripple of motion of the mat is echoed by the jiggles of the Bootyshocker’s upturned ass, Cassava gives her a quick swat on the buns for disrespecting her buddy Merle and flips her onto her back. Going into a reverse straddle and takes Kendra’s legs by the knee pits, Cassava plants her on top of Kendra’s face making sure to part her cheeks with the challenger’s nose the dyed blonde leans back till the top of her head is touching the mat and LaRue’s buns are pointing to the lights.
DUDLEY PIN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xTuXdJj6PI
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!
Kendra shakes off the canaries (and the ass on her face) just in time to save the match. With a massive shove, she puts Cassava and herself on their sides. Lakeisha’s shouting advice but Kendra’s still too rattled from the flying knee to make sense of it, Kylie’s Number One Fan womanhandles her into a seat and stands bestride the challenger’s splayed left leg facing away from her. Taking a fistful of LaRue’s long dark locks, Cassava glares over her shoulder and coolly states “Looks like you need a reminder,” before bashing her hip into Kendra’s visage.
“Guh!”
Kendra ping-pongs off the glute only kept upright by Onika’s grip on her hair. She gets another face full, and another, and another! A fourth hipcheck to the mouth makes The Siren limp giving Cassava time to work up the crowd with a twisting swivel that the FAWNatics loved playing into, the audience sounding off an “ooooOOH!-” that builds in speed and volume with each rotation of Cassava wide and shapely hips, finally climaxing with a cheer that rattles the building as The ASSassin connect with another hipcheck that flattens LaRue’s nose and gets a good bounce out of the brunette’s head off the canvas floor.
HIP ATTACK 92
www.youtube.com/watch?v=auW4NW_6ZEg
After the booty barrage Cassava stays in a crouched position and gives her out-thrust rump a couple of cheeky slaps to taunt the potentially concussed Kendra and rile up the shackled Lakeisha. The former world champ at ringside growls and yells at her partner to get back in the fight. The BMD champion speeds to the nearest set of ropes, hopping over the still prone LaRue to spin midair and land both bare feet on the bottom rope to spring into the air and give Kendra a rude awakening with a knee drop to the forehead.
MICRO TRANSGRESSION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RFossdjWFo
The mid coup Jungle Queen is brought to harsh reality with Cassava’s head focused fire, still blinking away the stars in her eyes and speed crawls on all fours to the ropes. Cassava could try to outpace her or risk some sort of senton but decided to keep a step behind and just whip forehands and backhands across Kendra’s large rear she scampers to safety.
SPANK! CRACKCRACK! SPANK! SPANK!
“Ropes! I’m in the ropes, do your job! AH! AIEEEE!!”
In her bid to save her glutes from getting permanent handprints Kendra had failed to consider the altered rules of this bout, it’s 10 counts for corners and ropebreaks. Both arms clutching the middle strand like a lifeline at sea Kendra tries to pull her knees to her chest but Cassava grabs an ankle and pulls the leg straight while stepping between LaRue’s kicking feet, flattening her free hand into a spade The Superfan turns Superspanker! An uncharacteristically sadistic smile on her face, Onika cracks her open palm across the Bootyshocker’s back porch; not a wild frenzy but swift, calculated strikes. Hitting above, below, and in the meat of each glute, Carpenter’s count reaches 7 before Onika ends her slappage with a final swat on the LaRue’s crack that ripples the hills from the center outward. When The Online Sensation let’s go of Kendra’s foot the big brunette turns her ass away from the paddling threat, a camera broadcasts the tan globes hanging over the bottom rope reddened and jiggling to seen on the FAWNtron for a laughing audience, the sight soon to be turned to a gif for thirsty Redditors later that night. Finishing another repetition on the Harvard Step Test Mabel chuckles to herself as she begins again. At the plush thrones, Cassandra Beckett’s about to bust a gut, “HAHAHA! Damn, who knew silicone could shake like jelly!”
Lakeisha is grinding her teeth so hard the boom mic can pick it up, “Kendraa! You’re representin’ the team out there! Take that punk down!”
Cassava slowly backpedals away with a fist in the air already looking like the victress while Al checks on a petulant Kendra. Onika turns to point her battle-honed cheeks at the Bootyshocker and gives them a clench, “You ready to admit you’re a false booty queen and stop harassing me?”
Kendra brings herself to her full stature and speaks in a scathing tone, the notion of her submitting her claim to a title a deeply insulting notion.
“False? Men offer me their homes for the chance to be in the same room as me! Your buns are day-old stale at best and I’m here to prove that.”
The shorter HIPster scoffs as she rolls a tense shoulder,” Oh yeah? How’re you gonna do that from the other side of the ring?”
LaRue extends her right hand and points to Cassava’s side and then her own, “Let’s do that contest you Keish had last tag match. We’ll run the ropes and collide hip attacks, my sculpted ass against your saggy peach!”
The FAWNatics get loud at the chance to see a repeat of one of the top highlights of last year. Cassava spreads her arms and leans hard into the ropes bouncing into them for a strong burst out, “Fine by me, you and Bates can bond over nightmares of me blowing you out of this ring.”
Beckett cups her hands around her mouth as an amplifier to shout support to her boo, “you got this, girl! Time for a repeat!”
Beside her, Lakeisha is quiet and perturbed. On one hand, if Cassava beats Kendra in a battle of booty it could shake her partner to her core and leave Kendra easy pickings for the rest of the match. A situation Lakeisha had intimate experience with… but on the other hand, if Kendra wins that could seriously affect the power dynamic in their relationship. LaRue having the gold AND trouncing the ass that trumped hers would put Bates at the bottom of the BMD totem pole, that’s something that That the Girl From The Ghetto would not tolerate.
Exchanging silent nods, The Siren and The Milk Chocolate Mauler break into sprints that burst past each other as they careen into the strands and recoil into another stretch. Each run of the ropes increases their speed and the tension in the air, the audience at the competitor’s first steps howl a rising “oooOOOOHHHH-” eager to see another EPIC ass to ass collision, a sentence that you would never expect to hear even in pro wrestling.
They pass each other a second time… a third… a fourth! On the fifth, they alter their paths and now beelining to a direct confrontation, a few feet from the center ring both competitors get low to leap into duelling hip attacks. Cassava is just a microsecond faster in her jump and twists in the air to aim her powerful posterior at Kendra’s, and the meeting-
Never happens.
Kendra never jumped. She leaned even harder into her run to safely pass under Onika’s missile of a rear right into the ahead strands. Half aware of her manipulation The BMD champ desperately tries to adjust in the air and not crash land on the canvas, barely managing to get her bare feet on the ground Onika is forced into a backwards stumble on her heel with arms wind milling by her body’s inertia. Hitting the cables with her back, Cassava recoils forward into three unsteady steps before the sole of LaRue’s white boot blasts her in the face and turns her inside out!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPVgl9R3EGc
The Siren never broke stride after dodging the hip attack and used the cables to put some extra “pow!” in an already powerful running big boot. Cassava lands hard on her back and pops up into a seat on the recoil, then slowly falling onto her side eyes glazed and body limp after being played for a sucker. The FAWNatics are pissed with the denial of a bootyful highlight and jeer Kendra as she pulls up Cassava by the ears, in the VIP seats Lakeisha is ecstatic and dancing her seat while Cassandra goes pale and silent, “Yeah! That’s how we dooo! You outsmarted that bitch!”
“Beauty AND brains,” LaRue taunts the brain-addled Cassava as she drives a hip into her tummy and traps the Iowan’s head between LaRue’s firm thighs. Tensing up her tan gams tight enough to get a whine out of her Kendra reaches into the leg holes of Onika’s shorts and pulls on them till its a makeshift thong. Letting out muffled high-pitched yips and forced to tiptoe Onika slaps and scratches at the Bootyshocker’s thighs which only makes Kendra seesaw HARDER. Using the taut shorts as a leash the big brunette pulls till Cassava’s feet leave the floor and turns so the champs nearly naked rear is facing the referee and waggles the goods in front of him, “Want a smack while she’s awake enough to squeal?”
Official Al Carpenter blinks at the wide expanse of the offered booty and responds firmly, “Stay out of her gear and get on with the match LaRue.” She smirks as she pulls Cassava up and balances her with the Superfan’s spine atop her right shoulder, “You hesitated. Jenny won’t be happy.” Al mentally curses realizing that may be true. As Kendra drops to her back, she shoves Cassava so she flips over and meets the mat kisser first.
OVER EASY
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Cassava pops to her knees with the canvas’ recoil and staggers to her feet, eyes watering and holding her nose. The Jungle Queen does a rare and visually pleasing nip up that puts a bounce in her bouncers and saunters over to Cassava who was leaning heavily against the ropes still massaging her proboscis. Tearing away the shorter girl’s hands from her face Kendra takes a harsh grip of multicoloured hair and cracks an open palm across Cassava’s cheek- CRACK! before the audience finishes wincing Cassava takes a harder backhand to the other cheek- CRACK!! The tiniest bit of red can be seen on the champion’s front teeth.
Kendra takes two raking handfuls of Onika’s blonde and pink hair, chests up, and hisses into her squinting face, “I’m gonna spank your ass back to the minor leagues!” then taking a step back and tossing Onika across the ring the follicles. The diminutive content creator spins in the air like a frisbee and lands near the ropes, getting her hands and knees just in time to avoid a faceplant. Cassava bounces up near instantaneously and after pulling her shorts out of Box Canyon breaks into a full run at Kendra LaRue, taking to the air with a forearm loaded and ready... and promptly denied. As Cassava jumps Kendra pivots and lowers to slither her arm between the Kylie Stan’s stems and traps the smaller girl across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. With nary a huff of effort LaRue hoists her up and spins Cassava to point her noggin at the ground and sits out while throwing Cass back and neck first between The Jungle Queen’s widespread legs.
SAMOAN DRIVER
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Cassava lets out a sound similar to a stomped-on cat, then unfolds like a slinky till she’s belly up on the mat with arms at her sides. Kendra leans over to dig her fingers into the flattened champ’s obliques to raise and drag her thinly covered crotch across Cassava’s face till it was properly obscured by the Bootyshocker’s weapon of choice. Official Al Carpenter slides to his kneel beside the women and to make his count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
(is this the end??)
THRENOOOOO!!!!!
Cassava gives Kendra a loud double slap to ears scrambling her senses and making the big brunette collapse forward, flattening her nose against Cassava’s mound and breaking the seal of Kendra’s ass on her face. Taking a big greedy breath that brings a modicum of clarity to her battered senses, The Superfan shifts so the pair is on their sides and works her thicc thighs around The Siren’s head and crosses her ankles while using her hands to keep Kendra’s legs together and out of the way. Displaying some technique stolen from Cricket Munro Cassava gives Kendra some facial friction burns, rubbing her thighs up and down the brunette’s cheeks.
“EEerrgff! SSTAP!” LaRue rakes her nails up and down Onika’s legs as she squirms like worm impaled on a hook. Cassava stops her gimmick infringement, not from Kendra’s fury but because she had achieved her goal. Without realizing it Kendra had been squeezed up Cassava’s thighs and now has her mouth pressed against the junction of the Superfan’s legs, a smother now being added to the mix. The champion adjusts her pelvis and legs get as much gluteal contact to Kendra’s nose as possible, nearly obscuring all of LaRue’s face from the camera’s gaze.
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With her air supply cut off, LaRue is in a frenzy! Clawing, slapping, squeezing, and raking at Onika’s butt and thighs, but the Asstacular One just flexes her thighs till they’re a sweet-smelling steel vice. Those scratches may have helped Cassava, the stinging of Kendra’s nails ground the Iowan in reality. The headscissors was out of desperation Onika didn’t trust herself to be able to stand AND defend herself. This submission buys Onika time to recover while depleting LaRue’s reserves. Feeling a muffled whine vibrate through her center distractingly Cassava grins and gives the meat of Kendra’s calf a retaliatory nip for the scratching, “had me there for a sec, Kendoll. Complacency screws you again.” She gives the Californian another crushing pulse, “I guess Lakeisha’s still influencing you-AAAI-!”
Slinging her unpinned arm over Onika’s hip, Kendra blindly gropes for The Superfan’s purple trunks and strikes oil. With perfection earned from practice, The Bootyshock Lieutenant hikes up Cassava’s ring gear into a savage wedgie! The crowd’s baser instincts take over once again the FAWNatics hoot and holler as The BMD’s sporting floss once again, Kendra rips the material against Cassava’s sensitive nethers like she’s starting a lawnmower. Biting back a scream, Cassava tries to crack Kendra’s skull like a walnut with the strength of her stems and judging by the spasms running up and down LaRue’s body, she’s close to succeeding. But LaRue and Bates didn’t earn all that gold by quitting like some damn jobbers! Her pulling may have paused but Kendra never let go of Onika’s shorts and in fact, doubled down. LaRue’s keen wrestling mind used her painful floundering to work her formerly pinned arm between Cassava’s body and her own and worked them under the hem of Cassava’s togs to latch on a vicious crotch claw!
After instinctively tensing up Onika lets out an ear-splitting shriek and breaks the scissors and shoves at Kendra’s wedgieing wrist with one hand and rapidly punches with the other to halt the brunette’s probing fingers that struck with medical precision. LaRue weathered the storm for a few more blows then released her claw with a wrenching twist that raised Cassava’s scream quite a few octaves. Kendra rolls then crawls away keeping the arm that suffered Cassava’s frenzied battering close to her body. As her opponent slunk away from the mauled milk chocolate wrestler the champion just remained where she was, curled in the fetal position massaging her center and trying not to cry on camera. LaRue takes a naturally cushioned seat on the canvas throwing an arm back over the middle rope to catch her breath and nurse her wounds. The audience fills the air with an excited hum and bubbling applause for the two women fighting their hearts out for their entertainment. Ref. Carpenter turns Friend At Court, dashing between the two wrestlers like a fast-paced tennis match to check on their condition. A teary-eyed Cassava offers him a shaky thumbs-up, Kendra goes with a different and far more offensive digit.
At ringside Bates and Cassandra are quiet and tense. Having spent most of the match cheering their respective partners and deriding the opposing team, now they’re both silent, Cassandra’s pitched forward with her arms against her thighs and hands intertwined; she wants her gal to come out of this intact and with gold, knowing what a loss tonight would do to her. Lakeisha is leaning heavily on an armrest, looking annoyed to mask her anxiousness. No way her Bootyshock sister is losing to this pipsqueak! And even if Kendra couldn’t hack it Lakeisha will take care of the wannabe herself.
As if hearing an unheard buzzer, the combating callipygians drag themselves to boot leather or foot skin in Onika’s case, each wrestler seems unsteady from the latest punishments exchanged. It seems the pounding in Kendra’s ears hasn’t completely gone away; The Siren falters and falls chest against the ropes, one arm dangling over the top strand into the outside. Seeing an unprotected back and backside Cassava puts the pain in a mental box and springs to action! Retreating against the cables for a starting burst The Superfan pumps her powerful legs crossing the diameter of the squared circle record time with a lariat primed, ready, and targeting the back of LaRue’s head. Lakeisha explodes out of her seat nearly toppling it and Beckett seated beside her, forgetting their handcuffs were connected in The Rumpshaker’s fervour to warn her teammate.
“Behindyouwatchout!!!”
Lakeisha was two syllables in and a step behind. Showing uncanny ring sense or God-given luck LaRue genuflects and back rolls dodging Cassava’s scythe of an arm without looking, the champ very nearly self launched to the cement floor- barely saved by the top cable bisecting her breasts. A panicking Onika slingshots into a waiting LaRue’s arms that knot together around her waist. Kendra pops her hips and sends the dyed blonde on a high angled arc, flipping Cassava against her shoulder turning Onika upside down as Kendra falls back spiking her victim on her neck and shoulders with a Back Drop Driver. Or more commonly known as a...
HOMICIDE BACKDROP
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“CHECK HER! CHECK HER NECK!!!”
Now Beckett almost flips the thrones over so desperate is she to check on her love’s safety. The seats are weighted and after banging her wrist from the White girl’s pull Lakeisha plants her feet and tries to drag more of the chain to her side, but Cassandra still manages to move a few inches closer. Her cries echo in a now silent building, the fans were aware of how dangerous this move was and Cassava hadn’t twitched a finger since she crumpled onto her front. By the entrance ramp, Mabel pauses mid-stride on her apparatus with a very concerned expression. Al immediately kneels beside Cassava checking her for injury and asking if she lost any feeling in her extremities. That move was banned in several wrestling leagues for a reason. Cassava appears to be awake after some gentle nudging from the ref, FAWNatics by the guardrail see the champ opening and closing her hands and wiggling her toes; a self-examination for any serious damage.
Kendra is of the mind that they can cart the bitch out after the belt is official Bootyshock property. Shoving the lanky official aside, The Ultimate Angel turns Cassava over and crawls on top of her in a full-body pin, then turning over herself to secure Cassava’s face between her cheeks.
Al slaps the mat…
ONE!!
TWO!!!
…
LaRue whips her head up to berate the zebra with a beautiful scowl “Make the count, asshole!”
Unfazed by this now routine reaction, Carpenter points silently to the bottom rope where Cassava is lightly pushing against with her big toe. Huffing with irritation Kendra raises her hips gives Cassava a heavy thump with her rump before rolling off.
“I’m getting sick of this, stumpy,” Kendra pulls a lolling Cassava up by the tresses so they’re both on their knees and gives her a slap across the face, “You could have made this a lot easier on yourself.” Cassava blinks unfocused and weakly paws at the hand in hair as Kendra rises over the still kneeling Iowan and gets a sharp backhand for her resistance. “Time to put the gold where it belongs, around my shapely waist.”
LaRue tries to pull Onika vertical but the dyed blonde is pure dead weight in her arms. After each yank The HIPster just reforms into a puddle on the canvas, A frustrated Kendra pulls at the front of Cassava’s top and CRACKs her one more time across the face shrieking “WAKE UP!!” into her sleepy features. One last attempt bears fruit; Cassava stands on shaking legs just long enough for Kendra to bend over into a self inserted headscissors. Taking a loose grip of Onika’s calves the brunette straightens up and drapes the dyed blonde over her back like a cape, the starting position of her finisher; The Siren Bomb. Kendra gives her tush a slow figure eight swish in front of the upside-down Cassava’s dazed face before kicking into a jog of 4 steps before leaping in the air and-
“AAAIEABYTCH!!!
Showing the same spirit as her hero, Kylie freakin’ Sanders, Cassava digs deep down... summons every once of every ounce of strength in her body… to give LaRue one of the worst wedgies she ever experienced in her time on earth! Whipping that thong up like she was starting a stubborn lawn mower Cassava makes Kendra rattle the windows with the frequency of her screaming. Shocked out of her jump Kendra awkwardly gets her feet under and goes into a teetering, aimless walk guided by each tug of her togs. Distracted by the tawdry assault on her bottoms Kendra releases Onika’s legs and the stacked shorty flips down her back onto her natural cushions, the challenger’s scandalous ring gear still in her tight grip Cassava pulls it forward like she’s striking the earth with a sledgehammer, briefly baring LaRue’s full moon to the crowd and the audience at home. The big brunette falls backward with arms wind milling over the champ’s shoulders in a sunset flip, Kendra ‘s glances off the bottom rope before falling still on the mat spurring Al to leap to her side as Cassava goes flat still feeling the effects of the Homicide Backdrop.
For the pro wrestling layman, the ropes of the ring are steel cables covered by rubber and an uncontrolled head bump again could lead to serious injury. Referee Al Carpenter is showing why he’s so respected as an official in this business checking LaRue for any signs of a concussion or other ailments, it looks like Kendra is responsive to his questions given the vividness of her insults but has a hand at the crown of her head and knocked breathless by the fall. Assured that the Bootyshocker can continue, Al steps away and sees Onika had crawled away from the wreckage and had taken residence on the other side of the ring, now lying on her side like a sleeping cat.
Seeing neither woman making any big movement the official starts a count, the spectators a half-second behind him.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Three!”
(Some light stirring from the wrestlers but nothing definitive)
“Four!”
“Five!”
“Six!”
“Seven!”
(Onika and LaRue slowly trudge to all fours.)
“Eight!”
“Nine!”
LaRue surges to her full height and throws an arm over the top strand to keep her steady and in the fight. Onika tries the same but only makes it to the second strand, knees visibly wobblier than her opponent. Al clears the match to continue as the FAWNatics heap their praise on both fighters, it doesn’t matter what a wrestler ‘alignment’ is, credit is given when credit is due. Kendra rolls her shoulders sending a visually pleasing shimmy through her gurls and sets off to squash the bug in front of her, trying her best to not show how DAMN tired she was as Kendra strode toward Bootyshock’s main practice dummy since returning to the states. Cassava tries to muster the same sort of authoritative air and fails miserably. Still rocked by the last few minutes of the match she tries to push off of one knee and succumbs to a wave of dizziness that makes her lean into and fall through the ropes onto the ring’s apron, still clutching the second cable.
Rolling her eyes Kendra mutters, “typical…” under her breath. Now moving almost casually she reaches Cassava’s side of the ring, “you’re gonna make me carry you the last moments of this match? You should have laid down as soon as the bell rang.”
Kendra bends over and reaches in the gap between the first and second rope to grab another raking fistful of the champion’s hair getting a hiss out of Cassava.
“Get up, you lazy slut,” Kendra is as exasperated as she is mean, taunting the ASStacular One as she jerks her head in all directions.
“We’re waiting, Wannakylie! Get your cottage cheese ass in geaAAAIE!!”
As LaRue tries to remove her hairdo by the roots Cassava pulls back on the rope she was holding, and lets it snap forward, whipping LaRue across her melons! Kendra immediately crosses her arms over her chastised chest and back peddles awkwardly away, tears in her eyes and wailing. Tripping on her own feet Kendra splats back first against the ring floor, rocking slightly she massages the welt spreading across her tits. Steeling her resolve The Siren takes her palms away from her aching orbs and places them on the mat to start pushing herself up. Kendra knows Onika’s still a limp noodle and if she can just get over there…
Her thoughts are interrupted by Cassava’s round ass landing on her chest with the force of an atom bomb! After flogging LaRue’s funbags Cassava rallied and climbed to her feet, grabbing the top rope with both hands she slingshots herself into the air to stand on the second rope from inside the ring just long enough for the hard cam to capture the image for Gladiatrix. Bouncing off the cable Cassava goes into a mid-air split and her Buns bring Mass Destruction unto Kendra’s body!
BOMBS AWAY (HIP ATTACK 50)
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Kendra lets out a deep mournful bellow as Onika’s rear nearly concaves her chest, echoing the “OOHHH!!” of the FAWNatics. Bouncing off the brunette’s juggs like they were rubber onto her bare feet Cassava yanks Kendra up by the wrist and Irish Whips her on route to the nearest corner and follows a step behind, one final surge of adrenaline coursing through her body.
Coerced into a sloppy run LaRue manages to take the turnbuckles on her back in the nick of time, and takes another high powered hipcheck! Onika aimed a little lower to rearrange the contender’s guts with her medicine ball of an ass; not satisfied with one, Cassava wrenched the Bootyshocker from the corner and whipped her diagonally across the ring into the next corner. LaRue hits buckles so hard she recoils off them into another gut-churning hipcheck! The ASStacular One rolls to the side and grabs Kendra by the back of the head and pulls her into a side snapmare, the large brunette somersaults in the air into a bouncing seat on the canvas, dazed and blinking. Onika breaks into a full run to a parallel set of ropes and ricochets off them to blast Kendra in the cheek with a side of rump roast!
THREE WISHES- HIP ATTACK 797
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Feeling the match slipping away from her Kendra rolls with the hit and powers to her feet to the surprise of the arena, rendered breathless, aching all over and seeing double from the storm of hip attacks The Jungle Queen is looking SHAKY. Evidenced by Kendra tilting backwards as soon as she stood and throwing wild hooks to keep the raging champion away. Onika had risen in the same breath as Kendra but had a better grasp of her balance, visibly in the throes of a Londonesque Run; shifting seamlessly into her Karate teaching Cassava slips past LaRue’s swinging fists to leave a footprint on the challenger’s sternum with a front snap kick, known as a Mae Keage. LaRue lets out a low “uuuhghh!!” as she rockets backwards into a seat in a corner she mistakenly travelled near.
No time to relish her luck Cassava leaps and turns mid-air to land between LaRue’s splayed legs in prime position for her MUCH delayed first booty pop of the night! Tensing her glutes into a steel wrecking ball she throws her pelvis back and rams them into LaRue’s forehead. Kendra’s head snaps back over the bottom buckle as Cassava unclenches, so when Kendra’s face recoils back it's swallowed by the champ’s gold-bearing cheeks. The crowd is popping at Malenko levels as Onika uses LaRue’s nose to draw the Konami code. 4 times. Soaking up all of the BMD match’s extended 10 count (and then some) and topping with a payback squeeze that Kendra fears will snap her nose clean off!
HIP ATTACK- 5
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Cassava releases LaRue’s proboscis before Al can give a warning, after throwing up a blink-and-miss-it fist to the crowd she turns to pull an equal parts sweaty and greasy faced Kendra onto wobbly feet and deeper into the ring. “Next time you leave, stay gone!” Onika slams a palm thrust up under LaRue’s chin correcting her posture from slouched to upright and facing the lights. Slick and quick as Mercury Onika bends over to place her head between the Bootyshocker’s thighs and takes a firm grasp of each leg just above the knee, and stands up to hang the larger woman upside down on her back, her stunned face just visible under Cassava’s center. This was the set up to her finisher a variation of the Axe Guillotine Driver, which was very similar to Kendra LaRue’s Siren Bomb. Depending on how the next moment goes… some might say perfected.
With a face of complete focus, The Superfan switches to an overhand clutch of the Armenian’s legs. Cassava goes to her tiptoes and sits down full force on her calves squashing Kendra’s melon between the plywood and the awesome weight of the champion’s ass!
UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE
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Kendra’s face is completely obscured by cake. All the muscles in her body visibly relax and go limp; Cassava leans harder into her seat while straightening out her legs, pressing Kendra’s shoulder flat to the mat. Al slides in for the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Cassava growls, “And stay away from Merle.”
THREE!!!!
The announcer yells into the microphone over the window-rattling roar of thousands, “Your winner… and still The Buns of Mass Destruction champion… CASSAVA ONIKAAAA!!”
Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding; Cassava shakily gets to her feet keeping back tears by a hair’s breadth as the building becomes undone with excitement!
Mabel Powers finishes one last trek down the stairs and gives Onika a tired, but genuine applause of respect to her friend to add to the choir of the FAWNatics in attendance, Powers turns and heads to the back on quaking legs for a long dip in the ice bath, tonight was Cassava’s night but down the line, Mabel’s gonna have that gold on her waist…
Al Carpenter takes her right wrist in hand and raises it in victory to another ecstatic cheer from the crowd, Al leans over and says, “great job, Cassava. That'll be one they remember.”
The retaining champion takes a big sniff trying not to give in to the wave of emotions threatening to overtake her and croaks out, “Thanks…” She looks over to an ecstatic Cassandra Beckett giving a standing ovation beside her a still seated and glowering Lakeisha.
After trading meaningful smiles Cassava glances over at Kendra, who had one arm braced against the mat and was blinking her way to the realization that she lost. “Oh no, you don’t!” Cassava flashed over, hopped into the air and flattened LaRue again with another bomb directly on her face, to the surprise and happiness of the crowd The BMD trapped the brunette’s legs in a matchbook and treated her face long, sweeping, grinding movements of her hips.
Cassava was going old school.
Seeing this, and knowing exactly where Cassava was going, like everyone else in the building, LaKeisha springs to her feet beside Cassandra, shouting protests to the referee, demanding he intervene as Al undoes the clasp connecting the chairs. So focused on the ring was Bates, that she had forgotten that she was linked to Beckett and didn’t notice when the Queen Bitch started to pull their joined arms across the Booty General’s throat until the noose was pulled tight, choking the former champion out.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Cassandra hissed in Lakeisha’s ear, “You ain’t doing nothing about this but watch and know as I’m putting your skank ass out that this is your future. For everything you’ve done to her over the last year, it’s no less than you deserve. Enjoy dreamland, ho!” she continues to taunt her as the flow of blood is gradually cut off and Bates finally goes limp.
Now this tried and true method of post-match humiliation is not something Cassava planned to make a regular habit or something she planned to do in advance, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to do it properly and perfectly. As a mistress of hip attacks and facesits Cassava knows how to keep Kendra in place and awake to feel the depth of the humiliation the Bootyshocker had dealt out to many wrestlers and bystanders over the years. If she wanted Cassava could stretch out this grind session for another thirty minutes if she was so inclined, but right now The Superfan just wanted to make a point and set an example; if you want a shot, just come up and ask. Take cheap shots and play games? This. Is. What. Happens.
Feeling the slew of bodily threats and pleas for mercy beginning to die down along with LaRue’s conciseness Cassava changes gears from slow, meaningful sweeping to high powered paint shaker. A face ride from the friendlier side of the fence is a RARE sight in FAWN and they are all in for it, hootin’ and hollering like the world’s biggest bachelor party. Even her fervour, Onika can still feel LaRue’s last defeated moan before setting off to dreamland timed perfectly with a telltale tingling in her toes means it's time for the grand finale; still self-restrained by a threadbare sense of modesty Onika manages to contain herself to only a small explosion going off in her soul before she falls onto her hands breathing heavily in the afterglow, rising her rump off Kendra’s face. Beckett slides into the ring carrying Cassava’s famous autograph book and hands it to the slightly trembling champion, “Babe… that was hawt.”
Cassava squeaks “Thanks!” before opening up a small compartment on the book to reveal a wet, ink pad. Taking the hand of a sleeping LaRue and presses her thumb into the compartment and then into a blank page over the former champion of Mexico’s full printed name. “My heroes get to sign,” Cassava pants, “bitches get the ink.”
Giving her a helping hand off her knees Cassandra grins at her unofficial girlfriend finishing the fight that these two bitches started. Her expression then turns dark as her gaze falls upon the deposed Jungle Queen, rolling onto her stomach and hiding her face in her hands. Her business with Cassava may finally be at an end, but she still has her own pound of flesh to extract from LaRue, and it’s time that she reminds her of that fact. She crouches down, still hovering above Kendra, as she grabs a tight handful of the Booty Lieutenant’s dark tresses, and pulls her head back roughly to force eye contact, ripping a pained yelp from her full lips.
“Your nightmare’s just beginning, sugar.” Beckett snarls at her, “Cassava just showed you why she’s the real Queen around here, but you and me? We’re just getting started. Now, I ain’t above a little humiliation, like what Cassava just dished out to you. But after what you did to me at All Hallow’s Evil? All I’m fixin’ to do now is put your bicycle-pumped ass in the hospital. See you in a month, slut. Rest up, heal up. I don’t want no damn excuses from you when I beat you within an inch of your damn life and take your soul.” Threat delivered, the Queen Bitch delivers a stinging bitchslap to her future victim, eliciting a pitiful whine from LaRue, and then stands back up again, putting an arm around the victorious Cassava. “How’d that feel, baby?” she asks with a smirk.
Cassava goes wide-eyed remembering the experience of roughly one minute ago, “Not what expected. I can see why it's an addictive habit, but I think I’ll file that away for special occasions only.” She pats Cassandra’s midsection as they exit the ring.
“I meant just beating that skank, hon.” Cassandra chuckles. “Anywhere you wanna go, or do, to celebrate your win, babe? I’m buying.”
I think The Northern Coalition is setting up territory in a Canadian sports bar down the road, let's head there. I’ll text Mabel the dets.”
Cassandra shrugs and kisses Cassava on the cheek, “As long as I get to spend the night with you, I don’t care who else we hang out with, Cassava. You’re the only girl in the world to me.”
“Aww,” Onika places her head on Beckett’s shoulder as she takes the Buns of Mass Destruction from an attendant. “Don’t make me blush, my face is too sore.”
At the top of the ramp, Cassava clasps the belt tight around her middle, the camera getting a great zoomed in of the gold plate resting on her glutes. Giving her cheeks a parting slap as a treat and a warning Cassava Onika, along with her tag and life partner, exit through the curtains to celebrate.
Cassava Onika vs Kendra LaRue
It’s finally happening.
Bootyshock’s other obligations are finally fulfilled and Cassava has wormed around Bethany Christian’s obstacles and jumped through enough hoops. FAWN is about to see the first televised defence of the Buns of Mass Destruction title! The announcer rechecks his cards before addressing the FAWNatics filling the seats.
“Tonight’s bout is for the Buns of Mass Destruction title! The rules are as follows…” As he reads the coming combat’s code of conduct the match stipulations appear on the FAWNtron for everyone to read.
The Official BUNS of MASS DESTRUCTION Rules:
-You can only win via pinfall and pinfalls must come via facesit
-Referee counts are to 10 in corners and ropes
-You can not win the match by submission, but if your opponent taps, you then can only be pinned via a 5 count
The announcer continued, “To prevent outside interference Lakeisha Bates and Cassandra Bates will be handcuffed together at ringside!”
The crowd is loud and rowdy throughout the reading of the rules, wrestling fans have been waiting on the edges of their seats for a long time now to see the BMD belt defended in an official fashion. The hot new rookie Cassava Onika introducing a new title the same night wrestling legend Lakeisha Bates returns, following that up is the comeback of a woman people were calling a future FAWN World Champion Kendra LaRue, fresh from setting Mexico on fire with her run as the top gal. Then months of feuding between the now internationally renowned tag team Bootyshock and FWB; A brand new team of Cassava Onika and Indie anti-darling Cassandra Beckett, all for the right to DEFEND the belt. All these events served as the perfect promotion to get fans hungry to see the belt on PPV and future challengers to come out of the woodwork. One such challenger being Mabel Powers, a friendly rival of Onika’s and now guaranteed contender.
MABEL POWERS
Wearing her customary black sports briefs and white sports bra, the fitness icon has been performing the Harvard step test by the entrance stage since the pre-show and will continue till a winner is decided in this future deciding match. Despite moving endlessly for the better part of an hour the hard body brunette only had a light sheen of sweat as she stepped up and down the portable steps.
The crowd dies down a bit and the announcer continues...
“Officiating the match will be Referee Al Carpenter,” The MC gestures to the lean man standing in the corner wearing the standard black and whites. Al gives a nod and gets a respectable pop from the audience. Many respected his tenure and professional reputation as FAWN’s law keeper, others just respecting his game with the ladies- Jenny Jacobs’ and Juliet Bloodwind’s war over him was something of an open secret by this point.
Enough table setting, let the party begin!
BOOTY- JENNIFER LOPEZ FT. IGGY AZALEA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
“From Los Angeles, California… THEE Ultimate Angel from the City… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds! She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle and a multi-Mexican champion... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LAAARRRUUUEEE!!!!!”
Out steps one of the most dominant teams in FAWN’s history despite never wearing Orlando gold together. The callipygian combo strides through the curtains like they own the building, and with their success that could honestly be true. Kendra LaRue is looking hot, lean, and mean in the all right ways. She’s wearing the colours of her adoptive country Mexico, it’s the sexiest that flag’s ever looked. Clad in a two-piece bikini, her top is tied at the sides leaving her shoulders bare, the cups are visibly straining to hold back LaRue’s double D’s. In what was generously called a bikini thong that had far more in common with dental floss covered her unmentionables, displaying her version of their team’s namesake in a 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 succumbs to an inevitable facesit.
KENDRA LARUE
Hands on wide hips Kendra scans her well-trained eyes through the crowd checking for that broke ass redneck Cassandra Beckett, the milk to Cassava’s Oreos was still pissed about LaRue taking her out like the trash she was backstage at All Hallows Evil. Bootyshock had worked with Beckett in the past and know The Queen Bitch’s penchants for revenge and ambushes go hand in hand.
Her partner, mentor, former World Champion and future hall of famer Lakeisha Bates was dressed in form-fitting blue jeans that framed her infamous and gold getting ass beautifully, and a black Dangerous Curves t-shirt that was back on sale for a limited time (get yours now). Arms crossed under firm bosom The OG Booty Queen of FAWN had her neck on a swivel as well but tries to assuage her sister in the booty arts so Kendra can keep her mind on the match.
LAKEISHA BATES
“Don’t fret none about the wannabe’s masa, I’m going to be next to that bitch the whole time. You just focus on buttin’ that Nebraska stain out, she’s a headcase but she’ll trip you up if you aren’t on point.”
Kendra nods and gives her soul sister a side hug, “Thanks Keish. Time to put an end to this stupid feud and bring the gold to the real Buns of Destruction.” Lakeisha grins and gives her a little peck on the cheek and the duo set off. The villainous combo shares a hi-five, clasp hands and bumps hips before walking down the ramp, ignoring any hands that dared to reach for their dangerous curves. Bootyshock’s sashay down the aisle eventually led them to ringside, Bates gave one last hug to Kendra before walking over to a pair of plush, royal purple high-backed chairs with high backs set by the commentators’ table. Placed arm against arm, a chain looping through a detachable metal bracket connecting each armrest with a handcuff on each end. Lakeisha Bates and Cassandra Beckett will be sitting there chained together for the duration of the match to prevent any tomfoolery for this title defence. She sits in the chair on the left and crosses her legs, her hands are gripping the armrests but Lakeisha hasn’t locked the cuff yet; no way she’s gets handcuffed till Cassandra does.
Kendra ascends the staircase with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her head to address the crowd. “If any of you losers and cretins have a heart condition, I suggest you avert your eyes now.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated her most prized asset...
... and quite possibly created a few new heart patients in the process.
LaRue settles in a corner and allows Carpenter to check her for foreign objects, feeling a bit miffed that her favourite chew toy Merle wasn’t scheduled to officiate her title match. The adorably hapless ref has been twisted around The Siren’s fingers the last few months, not so much dating as it was bullying with benefits. He isn’t bad too look at either she admitted, if you’re into the gaunt look. Plus, my privately wealthy sense is getting a ping…
Kendra’s musings of upgrading Merle from victim to boyfriend is interrupted by the nerdcore musical stylings of the Buns of Mass Destruction champion’s entrance theme.
KICK PUNCH- ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
“And her opponent...From Pleasant Valley, Iowa… She stands at five Feet two Inches tall and weighs in at 125lbs… The Woman of 1000 Hip Attacks… The Milk Chocolate Mauler! She is The First! Current! And only BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION Champion… This is CAASSAAVAAAA OOONNIIIKKAAAAAA!!!”
The FAWNtron above the curtains displays a chibi anime version of the Online Sensation; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA was at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Normally the shapely scrapper bursts out of the gorilla position with a positive attitude and some playful showings of her karate skills. Tonight; escorted by her Frenemy With Benefits, Cassandra Beckett, Cassava comes out with an intense expression. Hands balled into fists and shaking, not with nervousness but with excitement and righteous anger.
CASSAVA ONIKA
CASSASSANDRA BECKETT
Beckett pounds a fist into her palm as she and LaRue lock eyes across the building. Eager to smack a bitch down but she doesn’t want to spoil her girl’s moment. Onika does the same with Lakeisha, nearly a year of animosity started by an ambush Rumpshakin. Even during the ‘cold war’ phase where they couldn’t face each other the Girl from the Ghetto and the Superfan kept the hate going through social media and spiteful ‘ribs’ that increase in scope as time goes forward. Cassandra grabs Onika by the shoulders and pulls her close so they’re nose to nose.
“You worry about that over-inflated coattail-rider, hon... I’ll make sure the has-been keeps out of it. Just make sure you leave enough for me to get my pound of flesh too. This is your time, sugar. You wanted to leave a mark and they decided to cash in on your hard work. Let’s kick this hanger on to the curb and break out the champagne.”
Onika gives her former bully, now her biggest supporter, a nod and quick kiss, “That’s right. This is MY time. This OUR time. Not theirs. Let’s make them realize it.”
Beckett’s bitterness is momentarily forgotten at Cassava’s mention of ‘our time’ and a smile takes over her face before she refocuses and gives the Superfan a squeeze, “Yeah babe!”
The FWB descends the ramp, Cassava is clad in her standard battle togs of a white beater that showed a hint of bellybutton, a red bra is visible through the thin fabric keeping her C Cups (borderline Ds) from flashing the fans during a more athletic maneuver. On her wide hips were a pair of purple booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small), just above those was a wide leather strap of the BMD title, the nature of belt dictated that the lovingly detailed gold faceplate be showcased just above its wearer’s buns. Dangling from an empty belt loop on the left side of her shorts is a gold, Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hairstyle and dye (straightened blonde with pink highlights).
By her side keeping watch for sneak attacks, Cassandra is fashionably dressed in roughneck chic. Nice leather pants made for a night on the town hugged her lower half, and she’s representing Arizona tonight with a D-backs jersey, unbuttoned showing off Cassandra’s toned core and sumptuous breasts hidden by a black ‘fancy’ bra, as Beckett describes.
The new tag-team rounds the perimeter of the ring keeping an eye out for a drive by bootying. Lakeisha is staring DAGGERS at Cassava and the Superfan’s gaze is just as sharp, Kendra tries to bully past Al Carpenter to attack from the rear but the experienced ref has some FIFA level blocking skills. Carpenter slips to the outside and gets between the seated Bates and the standing Frenemies With Benefits.
“Let’s keep things peaceful till the bell, gang.”
The official has his arms spread out peacefully as a barrier between Lakeisha and everyone else. Beckett coolly pats Al on the shoulder and takes her seat beside The Rumpshaker, “No worries lawman, I’m just a fan tonight.” Al locks the handcuffs with a key and places it in his pocket, the two will remain imprisoned until the final bell has rung and enough security has arrived to keep them separated.
Lakeisha looks at Cassava with a hateful smirk, “Did you get the package I sent you? It's a photo book of some of the MANY times I’ve had Sanders’ face between my cheeks.” The smirk expands to a full grin when she sees the cold hate behind Onika’s eyes, “I’m gonna break bank at the merch table with those.”
Cassava matches Lakeisha’s expression and offers a rejoinder with the same tone, “I did… in fact I was skimming through it in the parking lot and I noticed someone had stolen the tires off your Jaguar.”
Revelling in the veteran’s shocked expression Cassava raises her hands and points her index fingers level with Lakeisha’s breasts, “need a lift?”
“In more ways than one, she does, babe,” Cassandra answers the rhetorical question with a smirk.
Bates lets out an audible, furious growl and whip out her leg to kick Cassava’s face off but The BMD backs up just in time. Cassava saunters off while Beckett chuckles at the red-faced legend. Onika takes her time getting to the ring, walking the long way to her corner, LaRue’s talking trash the entire time, calling her many variations of the slander coward. Passing by the MC, Cassava whispers something in his ear that makes him giggle as Cassava takes her spot in the ring to be inspected.
The announcer brings the mic to lips, “Once again, officiating the match will be Al ‘Big Daddy Energy’ Carpenterrrr!!”
The crowd erupts in laughter as Carpenter shakes his head, both Lakeisha and Cassandra raise an eyebrow at this gag. Cassava shrugs, “Just keeping my rhythm.”
Already exhausted, Al Wipes a palm over his face and checks to see that champion and challenger are in the corners and motions for the bell.
DING! DING!
Before the first rung of the bell finishes echoing The Superfan and The Siren explode from their corners and clash in the ring, it's a hockey fight! Each one throwing rapid-fire bombs with no intent to block; Kendra pasting away at Cassava’s head and shoulders and peppering in some rib work, the shorter Onika laying in uppercuts that spank up LaRue’s belly till they’re jostling underboob. The FAWNatics are on their feet and the cuffed together Bates and Beckett are shouting support for their respective partners and insulting their opposition.
“Get it girl! Smash that wannabe’s face in!”
“That’s it, Cassava! Work her soft underbelly!”
After tagging each other with simultaneous right hooks each battler stumbles back, Kendra lifts a stem for a flash kick but Cassava somersaults under to the Bootyshocker’s six. Cassava springs up spinning with a crisp roundhouse kick that Larue ducks, dropping on her cushioned bottom. LaRue attempts a leg sweep from her seat on the canvas but Onika cartwheels around Kendra’s swinging legs and back on to her feet. Kendra uses her momentum to get her feet under her and extends her right left arm for an old school clothesline but again Onika proves slippery, ducking the limb and turning back to face her foe Cassava rushes close and slips her arm under Kendra and takes her in a hiptoss but The Siren flips forward and lands on her feet. Still intertwined with The Superfan Kendra reverses the throw and sends Cassava over for what should be a rough landing but the BMD champ rolls neatly in her landing and stops on one knee with fist clenched, glaring and breathing lightly at the standing challenger whose expression mirrored her own.
At the first breath taken in a rapid flurry of action, the surrounding masses clap and cheer excitedly! Any ‘wrestling purists’ who thought the matches for this title would just be an excuse for some cheesecake on the card are likely deleting their twitter posts right now.
Cassava slowly gets off her knee, “Moving quick today, maybe you’re more graceful now that you’re not dragging around Lakeisha’s ego?”
Kendra rolls her right shoulder and speaks nonchalantly, “This is me going cold. Merle wasn’t free to do my usual pre-match massage; I’ll have to remember to punish him for that later.”
A scowl flashes across Cassava’s face at the mention of her friend. She throws herself forward in a front flip with a leg extended, the bridge of Kendra’s nose a tempting target for the Iowan’s heel.
KOPPU KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGaE8XSpjGI
The Siren’s baiting of Onika appears to have been strategic, Kendra sidesteps the swinging heel and lets Cassava fall to a seat before dropping to a knee and wrapping an arm under Cassava’s chin in a tight grounded headlock. Adding a few twists to put a crick in the champion’s neck, Kendra changes the flow of the match to high octane movement to slow and punishing in a second. Cassava kicks her feet and rakes at LaRue’s squeezing bicep and gets a digging knee in her spine for the trouble.
“From this point on I’m steamrolling your ass,” Kendra whispers threateningly before giving a crushing squeeze that makes Cassava whine involuntarily.
The Jungle Queen uses her noose around Cassava’s noggin to pull her slowly to her feet. Keeping the controlling arm pressed against Cassava’s jaw, Kendra uses her free hand to muss the champ’s hair before harshly pulling it back, driving Cassava spine first onto her knee. Onika spasms off the joint and falls to a seat, Kendra follows up with her a toe kick to the small of her back that makes the dyed blonde wince and clench her fists; hauling up the beleaguered young woman by the wrist LaRue whips her away Irish style, Cassava’s back bumps hard against the buckles and she has to grab the top ropes to keep from falling to a seat in prime stinkface territory. Unfortunately, that just made her a prime target for Kendra’s L.A. Wrecking Ball, the Bootyshocker’s signature running hip smash to the gut that threatens to disembowel the new champion.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fxSipIgNDk
“GoOhhh!!”
The breath leaves Cassava’s body as Kendra’s rump leaves an imprint on her insides, Kendra grabs the top ropes as she as grrriinds her backside deeper in the shorter girl’s belly. Kendra swings her pelvis forward letting Cassava take a breath just to steal it as she swings it back to bust a gut with her rump. The dyed blonde shudders and falls to a seat in the corner, the crowd popping loud despite their allegations as the BMD Champ is trapped and face level with LaRue’s dangerous derriere.
The Siren savours the moment with silence and just backs it up with a vengeance! Cassava’s head is enveloped by ass and treated to a hateful scrubbing, the Bootyschocker goes from zero to paint shaker in less than a second. In the history books it will say that in the first televised BMD match, the first BMD champion Cassava Onika took the first stinkface of the fight, and by gawd what a stinkface. The back of the Superfan’s skull will probably have a friction burn from all the figure eights it’s being forced to do against the leather turnbuckle. Knowing she has a MUCH longer count than normal Kendra makes sure to take full advantage, like a harsh lesson in braille she wants Onika will remember the feel of her superior ass against her face for the rest of life. Among the loud catcalls and whistles, Lakeisha’s ecstatic voice can be heard breaking through the noise.
“YEAH! That’s it! Show that wannabe how we do!”
Beckett glares at the legend handcuffed to her, "This shit's far from over, Bates. Ya girl gets too cocky, she's gonna get burned!"
She seems unfazed and amused at that notion, “I wouldn’t put money on that, bitch.”
Kendra offers her partner a grin as she switches from sexy swishes to simply pounding her rear into the hapless Cassava’s face which bangs the back of her head against the turnbuckle repeatedly.
“Eight! Nine! 10! Alright LaRue that’s enough, let her out!” Ever the professional Referee Al Carpenter was never distracted by The Siren’s gyrations and kept the 10-count steady after the FAWN house rule of a ‘2 Mississippis’ wait. Kendra bears down and treats Onika nose to one final clench before dismounting with a model’s strut, fluffing her hair as she walks to the adjacent corner. The official kneels between the splayed-out legs of the gasping champion and checks her condition.
“You good to continue Cass?”
Cassava absent-mindedly rubs the back of a hand across her mouth trying to remove the taste of Kendra’s sweat, “I’m good she’s got
nothaaAAIEE!”
Deciding she’s had enough rest Kendra pushes the ref to the side and takes two big handfuls of the Iowan’s blonde and pink hair and just tosses her to the other side of the Squared Circle by the roots in an impressive...and painful, feat of strength.
“Ooowww, why do these bitches keep going after my hair?” a wincing Cassava massages her scalp before she’s abruptly driven to the outside with a baseball slide dropkick that splats the young lion at Beckett’s and Bates’ feet.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJZJGOQuuQk
“HAHA! How’s the first defence going honey?” Lakeisha mocks the writhing wannabe at her feet while Cassandra looks concerned. LaRue swings a leg over the middle and dips under the top to continue her domination, pausing to giver her rear a quick slap to taunt the unworthy masses.
“We’ll have you uncuffed in a moment Keish,” a pleased and powerful Kendra pulls up Onika by the ears and gives her a stunning knee to the forehead setting the beleaguered champ upright, “I’ll have Merle book the victory suite.”
“But Skinny White’s not comin’ right?”
“No, I just like to keep him guessing.”
The Jungle Queen bends down and slips her head between Cassava’s thighs as the set up for her finisher The Siren Bomb, as Kendra stands up Beckett yells desperately, “Get outta there, Babe!!”
The cry of her partner may have roused the champion a bit. Regaining her senses as the abominable Armenian starts to wear her like a cape, Cassava repeatedly and accurately hammers elbows into Kendra’s spine. The taller woman is overcome by painful tremors and can’t rise to her full height; a head-crushing squeeze from Onika’s strong thighs takes the Bootyshock Lieutenant back Ninety degrees with Onika’s feet on the padded concrete. Looping her arms under Kendra’s stomach, Cassava hoists her opponent over her right shoulder and holds Kendra in the air by the armpits, dashing forward The Online Sensation runs and slams the brunette onto the steel steps!
BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER(ring instead of steps)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7LF7v_TaMM
“AAAHHHAA!!” LaRue lets out an anguished howl only partially drowned out by the “OOOHHH!!” of the audience, Kendra bounces once then tumble down the metal stairs into a heap, back arched and squirming. Onika takes a knee and a breather while Cassandra whooping and hollering in excitement, Lakeisha looks worried for her shocker sister. Typically, Cassava didn’t resort to this level violence unless you defamed the good and holy name of Kylie Sanders.
Cassava pulls herself up with the ring and walks over to the still writhing Kendra, looking over her shoulder to her Frenemy With Benefits, “Thanks for having my back Beck!”
“Always!”
The BMD champ rolls the wilted Larue under the bottom rope and takes the easy route of the stairs to the ring apron. As Cassava ascends Kendra rolls deeper into the ring on her own and scrambles to prepare a counter-attack; While a cringing LaRue, holding one hand to her aching gets up Cassava takes the top rope in hand and slingshots herself up and over blasting Kendra in her right cheek with a knee. The big brunette topples like a cut-down tree face first, the ripple of motion of the mat is echoed by the jiggles of the Bootyshocker’s upturned ass, Cassava gives her a quick swat on the buns for disrespecting her buddy Merle and flips her onto her back. Going into a reverse straddle and takes Kendra’s legs by the knee pits, Cassava plants her on top of Kendra’s face making sure to part her cheeks with the challenger’s nose the dyed blonde leans back till the top of her head is touching the mat and LaRue’s buns are pointing to the lights.
DUDLEY PIN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xTuXdJj6PI
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!
Kendra shakes off the canaries (and the ass on her face) just in time to save the match. With a massive shove, she puts Cassava and herself on their sides. Lakeisha’s shouting advice but Kendra’s still too rattled from the flying knee to make sense of it, Kylie’s Number One Fan womanhandles her into a seat and stands bestride the challenger’s splayed left leg facing away from her. Taking a fistful of LaRue’s long dark locks, Cassava glares over her shoulder and coolly states “Looks like you need a reminder,” before bashing her hip into Kendra’s visage.
“Guh!”
Kendra ping-pongs off the glute only kept upright by Onika’s grip on her hair. She gets another face full, and another, and another! A fourth hipcheck to the mouth makes The Siren limp giving Cassava time to work up the crowd with a twisting swivel that the FAWNatics loved playing into, the audience sounding off an “ooooOOH!-” that builds in speed and volume with each rotation of Cassava wide and shapely hips, finally climaxing with a cheer that rattles the building as The ASSassin connect with another hipcheck that flattens LaRue’s nose and gets a good bounce out of the brunette’s head off the canvas floor.
HIP ATTACK 92
www.youtube.com/watch?v=auW4NW_6ZEg
After the booty barrage Cassava stays in a crouched position and gives her out-thrust rump a couple of cheeky slaps to taunt the potentially concussed Kendra and rile up the shackled Lakeisha. The former world champ at ringside growls and yells at her partner to get back in the fight. The BMD champion speeds to the nearest set of ropes, hopping over the still prone LaRue to spin midair and land both bare feet on the bottom rope to spring into the air and give Kendra a rude awakening with a knee drop to the forehead.
MICRO TRANSGRESSION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RFossdjWFo
The mid coup Jungle Queen is brought to harsh reality with Cassava’s head focused fire, still blinking away the stars in her eyes and speed crawls on all fours to the ropes. Cassava could try to outpace her or risk some sort of senton but decided to keep a step behind and just whip forehands and backhands across Kendra’s large rear she scampers to safety.
SPANK! CRACKCRACK! SPANK! SPANK!
“Ropes! I’m in the ropes, do your job! AH! AIEEEE!!”
In her bid to save her glutes from getting permanent handprints Kendra had failed to consider the altered rules of this bout, it’s 10 counts for corners and ropebreaks. Both arms clutching the middle strand like a lifeline at sea Kendra tries to pull her knees to her chest but Cassava grabs an ankle and pulls the leg straight while stepping between LaRue’s kicking feet, flattening her free hand into a spade The Superfan turns Superspanker! An uncharacteristically sadistic smile on her face, Onika cracks her open palm across the Bootyshocker’s back porch; not a wild frenzy but swift, calculated strikes. Hitting above, below, and in the meat of each glute, Carpenter’s count reaches 7 before Onika ends her slappage with a final swat on the LaRue’s crack that ripples the hills from the center outward. When The Online Sensation let’s go of Kendra’s foot the big brunette turns her ass away from the paddling threat, a camera broadcasts the tan globes hanging over the bottom rope reddened and jiggling to seen on the FAWNtron for a laughing audience, the sight soon to be turned to a gif for thirsty Redditors later that night. Finishing another repetition on the Harvard Step Test Mabel chuckles to herself as she begins again. At the plush thrones, Cassandra Beckett’s about to bust a gut, “HAHAHA! Damn, who knew silicone could shake like jelly!”
Lakeisha is grinding her teeth so hard the boom mic can pick it up, “Kendraa! You’re representin’ the team out there! Take that punk down!”
Cassava slowly backpedals away with a fist in the air already looking like the victress while Al checks on a petulant Kendra. Onika turns to point her battle-honed cheeks at the Bootyshocker and gives them a clench, “You ready to admit you’re a false booty queen and stop harassing me?”
Kendra brings herself to her full stature and speaks in a scathing tone, the notion of her submitting her claim to a title a deeply insulting notion.
“False? Men offer me their homes for the chance to be in the same room as me! Your buns are day-old stale at best and I’m here to prove that.”
The shorter HIPster scoffs as she rolls a tense shoulder,” Oh yeah? How’re you gonna do that from the other side of the ring?”
LaRue extends her right hand and points to Cassava’s side and then her own, “Let’s do that contest you Keish had last tag match. We’ll run the ropes and collide hip attacks, my sculpted ass against your saggy peach!”
The FAWNatics get loud at the chance to see a repeat of one of the top highlights of last year. Cassava spreads her arms and leans hard into the ropes bouncing into them for a strong burst out, “Fine by me, you and Bates can bond over nightmares of me blowing you out of this ring.”
Beckett cups her hands around her mouth as an amplifier to shout support to her boo, “you got this, girl! Time for a repeat!”
Beside her, Lakeisha is quiet and perturbed. On one hand, if Cassava beats Kendra in a battle of booty it could shake her partner to her core and leave Kendra easy pickings for the rest of the match. A situation Lakeisha had intimate experience with… but on the other hand, if Kendra wins that could seriously affect the power dynamic in their relationship. LaRue having the gold AND trouncing the ass that trumped hers would put Bates at the bottom of the BMD totem pole, that’s something that That the Girl From The Ghetto would not tolerate.
Exchanging silent nods, The Siren and The Milk Chocolate Mauler break into sprints that burst past each other as they careen into the strands and recoil into another stretch. Each run of the ropes increases their speed and the tension in the air, the audience at the competitor’s first steps howl a rising “oooOOOOHHHH-” eager to see another EPIC ass to ass collision, a sentence that you would never expect to hear even in pro wrestling.
They pass each other a second time… a third… a fourth! On the fifth, they alter their paths and now beelining to a direct confrontation, a few feet from the center ring both competitors get low to leap into duelling hip attacks. Cassava is just a microsecond faster in her jump and twists in the air to aim her powerful posterior at Kendra’s, and the meeting-
Never happens.
Kendra never jumped. She leaned even harder into her run to safely pass under Onika’s missile of a rear right into the ahead strands. Half aware of her manipulation The BMD champ desperately tries to adjust in the air and not crash land on the canvas, barely managing to get her bare feet on the ground Onika is forced into a backwards stumble on her heel with arms wind milling by her body’s inertia. Hitting the cables with her back, Cassava recoils forward into three unsteady steps before the sole of LaRue’s white boot blasts her in the face and turns her inside out!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPVgl9R3EGc
The Siren never broke stride after dodging the hip attack and used the cables to put some extra “pow!” in an already powerful running big boot. Cassava lands hard on her back and pops up into a seat on the recoil, then slowly falling onto her side eyes glazed and body limp after being played for a sucker. The FAWNatics are pissed with the denial of a bootyful highlight and jeer Kendra as she pulls up Cassava by the ears, in the VIP seats Lakeisha is ecstatic and dancing her seat while Cassandra goes pale and silent, “Yeah! That’s how we dooo! You outsmarted that bitch!”
“Beauty AND brains,” LaRue taunts the brain-addled Cassava as she drives a hip into her tummy and traps the Iowan’s head between LaRue’s firm thighs. Tensing up her tan gams tight enough to get a whine out of her Kendra reaches into the leg holes of Onika’s shorts and pulls on them till its a makeshift thong. Letting out muffled high-pitched yips and forced to tiptoe Onika slaps and scratches at the Bootyshocker’s thighs which only makes Kendra seesaw HARDER. Using the taut shorts as a leash the big brunette pulls till Cassava’s feet leave the floor and turns so the champs nearly naked rear is facing the referee and waggles the goods in front of him, “Want a smack while she’s awake enough to squeal?”
Official Al Carpenter blinks at the wide expanse of the offered booty and responds firmly, “Stay out of her gear and get on with the match LaRue.” She smirks as she pulls Cassava up and balances her with the Superfan’s spine atop her right shoulder, “You hesitated. Jenny won’t be happy.” Al mentally curses realizing that may be true. As Kendra drops to her back, she shoves Cassava so she flips over and meets the mat kisser first.
OVER EASY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3VLBqh0aS8
Cassava pops to her knees with the canvas’ recoil and staggers to her feet, eyes watering and holding her nose. The Jungle Queen does a rare and visually pleasing nip up that puts a bounce in her bouncers and saunters over to Cassava who was leaning heavily against the ropes still massaging her proboscis. Tearing away the shorter girl’s hands from her face Kendra takes a harsh grip of multicoloured hair and cracks an open palm across Cassava’s cheek- CRACK! before the audience finishes wincing Cassava takes a harder backhand to the other cheek- CRACK!! The tiniest bit of red can be seen on the champion’s front teeth.
Kendra takes two raking handfuls of Onika’s blonde and pink hair, chests up, and hisses into her squinting face, “I’m gonna spank your ass back to the minor leagues!” then taking a step back and tossing Onika across the ring the follicles. The diminutive content creator spins in the air like a frisbee and lands near the ropes, getting her hands and knees just in time to avoid a faceplant. Cassava bounces up near instantaneously and after pulling her shorts out of Box Canyon breaks into a full run at Kendra LaRue, taking to the air with a forearm loaded and ready... and promptly denied. As Cassava jumps Kendra pivots and lowers to slither her arm between the Kylie Stan’s stems and traps the smaller girl across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. With nary a huff of effort LaRue hoists her up and spins Cassava to point her noggin at the ground and sits out while throwing Cass back and neck first between The Jungle Queen’s widespread legs.
SAMOAN DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3LJ4QdZ1nU
Cassava lets out a sound similar to a stomped-on cat, then unfolds like a slinky till she’s belly up on the mat with arms at her sides. Kendra leans over to dig her fingers into the flattened champ’s obliques to raise and drag her thinly covered crotch across Cassava’s face till it was properly obscured by the Bootyshocker’s weapon of choice. Official Al Carpenter slides to his kneel beside the women and to make his count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
(is this the end??)
THRENOOOOO!!!!!
Cassava gives Kendra a loud double slap to ears scrambling her senses and making the big brunette collapse forward, flattening her nose against Cassava’s mound and breaking the seal of Kendra’s ass on her face. Taking a big greedy breath that brings a modicum of clarity to her battered senses, The Superfan shifts so the pair is on their sides and works her thicc thighs around The Siren’s head and crosses her ankles while using her hands to keep Kendra’s legs together and out of the way. Displaying some technique stolen from Cricket Munro Cassava gives Kendra some facial friction burns, rubbing her thighs up and down the brunette’s cheeks.
“EEerrgff! SSTAP!” LaRue rakes her nails up and down Onika’s legs as she squirms like worm impaled on a hook. Cassava stops her gimmick infringement, not from Kendra’s fury but because she had achieved her goal. Without realizing it Kendra had been squeezed up Cassava’s thighs and now has her mouth pressed against the junction of the Superfan’s legs, a smother now being added to the mix. The champion adjusts her pelvis and legs get as much gluteal contact to Kendra’s nose as possible, nearly obscuring all of LaRue’s face from the camera’s gaze.
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With her air supply cut off, LaRue is in a frenzy! Clawing, slapping, squeezing, and raking at Onika’s butt and thighs, but the Asstacular One just flexes her thighs till they’re a sweet-smelling steel vice. Those scratches may have helped Cassava, the stinging of Kendra’s nails ground the Iowan in reality. The headscissors was out of desperation Onika didn’t trust herself to be able to stand AND defend herself. This submission buys Onika time to recover while depleting LaRue’s reserves. Feeling a muffled whine vibrate through her center distractingly Cassava grins and gives the meat of Kendra’s calf a retaliatory nip for the scratching, “had me there for a sec, Kendoll. Complacency screws you again.” She gives the Californian another crushing pulse, “I guess Lakeisha’s still influencing you-AAAI-!”
Slinging her unpinned arm over Onika’s hip, Kendra blindly gropes for The Superfan’s purple trunks and strikes oil. With perfection earned from practice, The Bootyshock Lieutenant hikes up Cassava’s ring gear into a savage wedgie! The crowd’s baser instincts take over once again the FAWNatics hoot and holler as The BMD’s sporting floss once again, Kendra rips the material against Cassava’s sensitive nethers like she’s starting a lawnmower. Biting back a scream, Cassava tries to crack Kendra’s skull like a walnut with the strength of her stems and judging by the spasms running up and down LaRue’s body, she’s close to succeeding. But LaRue and Bates didn’t earn all that gold by quitting like some damn jobbers! Her pulling may have paused but Kendra never let go of Onika’s shorts and in fact, doubled down. LaRue’s keen wrestling mind used her painful floundering to work her formerly pinned arm between Cassava’s body and her own and worked them under the hem of Cassava’s togs to latch on a vicious crotch claw!
After instinctively tensing up Onika lets out an ear-splitting shriek and breaks the scissors and shoves at Kendra’s wedgieing wrist with one hand and rapidly punches with the other to halt the brunette’s probing fingers that struck with medical precision. LaRue weathered the storm for a few more blows then released her claw with a wrenching twist that raised Cassava’s scream quite a few octaves. Kendra rolls then crawls away keeping the arm that suffered Cassava’s frenzied battering close to her body. As her opponent slunk away from the mauled milk chocolate wrestler the champion just remained where she was, curled in the fetal position massaging her center and trying not to cry on camera. LaRue takes a naturally cushioned seat on the canvas throwing an arm back over the middle rope to catch her breath and nurse her wounds. The audience fills the air with an excited hum and bubbling applause for the two women fighting their hearts out for their entertainment. Ref. Carpenter turns Friend At Court, dashing between the two wrestlers like a fast-paced tennis match to check on their condition. A teary-eyed Cassava offers him a shaky thumbs-up, Kendra goes with a different and far more offensive digit.
At ringside Bates and Cassandra are quiet and tense. Having spent most of the match cheering their respective partners and deriding the opposing team, now they’re both silent, Cassandra’s pitched forward with her arms against her thighs and hands intertwined; she wants her gal to come out of this intact and with gold, knowing what a loss tonight would do to her. Lakeisha is leaning heavily on an armrest, looking annoyed to mask her anxiousness. No way her Bootyshock sister is losing to this pipsqueak! And even if Kendra couldn’t hack it Lakeisha will take care of the wannabe herself.
As if hearing an unheard buzzer, the combating callipygians drag themselves to boot leather or foot skin in Onika’s case, each wrestler seems unsteady from the latest punishments exchanged. It seems the pounding in Kendra’s ears hasn’t completely gone away; The Siren falters and falls chest against the ropes, one arm dangling over the top strand into the outside. Seeing an unprotected back and backside Cassava puts the pain in a mental box and springs to action! Retreating against the cables for a starting burst The Superfan pumps her powerful legs crossing the diameter of the squared circle record time with a lariat primed, ready, and targeting the back of LaRue’s head. Lakeisha explodes out of her seat nearly toppling it and Beckett seated beside her, forgetting their handcuffs were connected in The Rumpshaker’s fervour to warn her teammate.
“Behindyouwatchout!!!”
Lakeisha was two syllables in and a step behind. Showing uncanny ring sense or God-given luck LaRue genuflects and back rolls dodging Cassava’s scythe of an arm without looking, the champ very nearly self launched to the cement floor- barely saved by the top cable bisecting her breasts. A panicking Onika slingshots into a waiting LaRue’s arms that knot together around her waist. Kendra pops her hips and sends the dyed blonde on a high angled arc, flipping Cassava against her shoulder turning Onika upside down as Kendra falls back spiking her victim on her neck and shoulders with a Back Drop Driver. Or more commonly known as a...
HOMICIDE BACKDROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuyE1agUlP4
“CHECK HER! CHECK HER NECK!!!”
Now Beckett almost flips the thrones over so desperate is she to check on her love’s safety. The seats are weighted and after banging her wrist from the White girl’s pull Lakeisha plants her feet and tries to drag more of the chain to her side, but Cassandra still manages to move a few inches closer. Her cries echo in a now silent building, the fans were aware of how dangerous this move was and Cassava hadn’t twitched a finger since she crumpled onto her front. By the entrance ramp, Mabel pauses mid-stride on her apparatus with a very concerned expression. Al immediately kneels beside Cassava checking her for injury and asking if she lost any feeling in her extremities. That move was banned in several wrestling leagues for a reason. Cassava appears to be awake after some gentle nudging from the ref, FAWNatics by the guardrail see the champ opening and closing her hands and wiggling her toes; a self-examination for any serious damage.
Kendra is of the mind that they can cart the bitch out after the belt is official Bootyshock property. Shoving the lanky official aside, The Ultimate Angel turns Cassava over and crawls on top of her in a full-body pin, then turning over herself to secure Cassava’s face between her cheeks.
Al slaps the mat…
ONE!!
TWO!!!
…
LaRue whips her head up to berate the zebra with a beautiful scowl “Make the count, asshole!”
Unfazed by this now routine reaction, Carpenter points silently to the bottom rope where Cassava is lightly pushing against with her big toe. Huffing with irritation Kendra raises her hips gives Cassava a heavy thump with her rump before rolling off.
“I’m getting sick of this, stumpy,” Kendra pulls a lolling Cassava up by the tresses so they’re both on their knees and gives her a slap across the face, “You could have made this a lot easier on yourself.” Cassava blinks unfocused and weakly paws at the hand in hair as Kendra rises over the still kneeling Iowan and gets a sharp backhand for her resistance. “Time to put the gold where it belongs, around my shapely waist.”
LaRue tries to pull Onika vertical but the dyed blonde is pure dead weight in her arms. After each yank The HIPster just reforms into a puddle on the canvas, A frustrated Kendra pulls at the front of Cassava’s top and CRACKs her one more time across the face shrieking “WAKE UP!!” into her sleepy features. One last attempt bears fruit; Cassava stands on shaking legs just long enough for Kendra to bend over into a self inserted headscissors. Taking a loose grip of Onika’s calves the brunette straightens up and drapes the dyed blonde over her back like a cape, the starting position of her finisher; The Siren Bomb. Kendra gives her tush a slow figure eight swish in front of the upside-down Cassava’s dazed face before kicking into a jog of 4 steps before leaping in the air and-
“AAAIEABYTCH!!!
Showing the same spirit as her hero, Kylie freakin’ Sanders, Cassava digs deep down... summons every once of every ounce of strength in her body… to give LaRue one of the worst wedgies she ever experienced in her time on earth! Whipping that thong up like she was starting a stubborn lawn mower Cassava makes Kendra rattle the windows with the frequency of her screaming. Shocked out of her jump Kendra awkwardly gets her feet under and goes into a teetering, aimless walk guided by each tug of her togs. Distracted by the tawdry assault on her bottoms Kendra releases Onika’s legs and the stacked shorty flips down her back onto her natural cushions, the challenger’s scandalous ring gear still in her tight grip Cassava pulls it forward like she’s striking the earth with a sledgehammer, briefly baring LaRue’s full moon to the crowd and the audience at home. The big brunette falls backward with arms wind milling over the champ’s shoulders in a sunset flip, Kendra ‘s glances off the bottom rope before falling still on the mat spurring Al to leap to her side as Cassava goes flat still feeling the effects of the Homicide Backdrop.
For the pro wrestling layman, the ropes of the ring are steel cables covered by rubber and an uncontrolled head bump again could lead to serious injury. Referee Al Carpenter is showing why he’s so respected as an official in this business checking LaRue for any signs of a concussion or other ailments, it looks like Kendra is responsive to his questions given the vividness of her insults but has a hand at the crown of her head and knocked breathless by the fall. Assured that the Bootyshocker can continue, Al steps away and sees Onika had crawled away from the wreckage and had taken residence on the other side of the ring, now lying on her side like a sleeping cat.
Seeing neither woman making any big movement the official starts a count, the spectators a half-second behind him.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Three!”
(Some light stirring from the wrestlers but nothing definitive)
“Four!”
“Five!”
“Six!”
“Seven!”
(Onika and LaRue slowly trudge to all fours.)
“Eight!”
“Nine!”
LaRue surges to her full height and throws an arm over the top strand to keep her steady and in the fight. Onika tries the same but only makes it to the second strand, knees visibly wobblier than her opponent. Al clears the match to continue as the FAWNatics heap their praise on both fighters, it doesn’t matter what a wrestler ‘alignment’ is, credit is given when credit is due. Kendra rolls her shoulders sending a visually pleasing shimmy through her gurls and sets off to squash the bug in front of her, trying her best to not show how DAMN tired she was as Kendra strode toward Bootyshock’s main practice dummy since returning to the states. Cassava tries to muster the same sort of authoritative air and fails miserably. Still rocked by the last few minutes of the match she tries to push off of one knee and succumbs to a wave of dizziness that makes her lean into and fall through the ropes onto the ring’s apron, still clutching the second cable.
Rolling her eyes Kendra mutters, “typical…” under her breath. Now moving almost casually she reaches Cassava’s side of the ring, “you’re gonna make me carry you the last moments of this match? You should have laid down as soon as the bell rang.”
Kendra bends over and reaches in the gap between the first and second rope to grab another raking fistful of the champion’s hair getting a hiss out of Cassava.
“Get up, you lazy slut,” Kendra is as exasperated as she is mean, taunting the ASStacular One as she jerks her head in all directions.
“We’re waiting, Wannakylie! Get your cottage cheese ass in geaAAAIE!!”
As LaRue tries to remove her hairdo by the roots Cassava pulls back on the rope she was holding, and lets it snap forward, whipping LaRue across her melons! Kendra immediately crosses her arms over her chastised chest and back peddles awkwardly away, tears in her eyes and wailing. Tripping on her own feet Kendra splats back first against the ring floor, rocking slightly she massages the welt spreading across her tits. Steeling her resolve The Siren takes her palms away from her aching orbs and places them on the mat to start pushing herself up. Kendra knows Onika’s still a limp noodle and if she can just get over there…
Her thoughts are interrupted by Cassava’s round ass landing on her chest with the force of an atom bomb! After flogging LaRue’s funbags Cassava rallied and climbed to her feet, grabbing the top rope with both hands she slingshots herself into the air to stand on the second rope from inside the ring just long enough for the hard cam to capture the image for Gladiatrix. Bouncing off the cable Cassava goes into a mid-air split and her Buns bring Mass Destruction unto Kendra’s body!
BOMBS AWAY (HIP ATTACK 50)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wq58qvVhxv4
Kendra lets out a deep mournful bellow as Onika’s rear nearly concaves her chest, echoing the “OOHHH!!” of the FAWNatics. Bouncing off the brunette’s juggs like they were rubber onto her bare feet Cassava yanks Kendra up by the wrist and Irish Whips her on route to the nearest corner and follows a step behind, one final surge of adrenaline coursing through her body.
Coerced into a sloppy run LaRue manages to take the turnbuckles on her back in the nick of time, and takes another high powered hipcheck! Onika aimed a little lower to rearrange the contender’s guts with her medicine ball of an ass; not satisfied with one, Cassava wrenched the Bootyshocker from the corner and whipped her diagonally across the ring into the next corner. LaRue hits buckles so hard she recoils off them into another gut-churning hipcheck! The ASStacular One rolls to the side and grabs Kendra by the back of the head and pulls her into a side snapmare, the large brunette somersaults in the air into a bouncing seat on the canvas, dazed and blinking. Onika breaks into a full run to a parallel set of ropes and ricochets off them to blast Kendra in the cheek with a side of rump roast!
THREE WISHES- HIP ATTACK 797
youtu.be/203tQ8ns7Dg?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=645
Feeling the match slipping away from her Kendra rolls with the hit and powers to her feet to the surprise of the arena, rendered breathless, aching all over and seeing double from the storm of hip attacks The Jungle Queen is looking SHAKY. Evidenced by Kendra tilting backwards as soon as she stood and throwing wild hooks to keep the raging champion away. Onika had risen in the same breath as Kendra but had a better grasp of her balance, visibly in the throes of a Londonesque Run; shifting seamlessly into her Karate teaching Cassava slips past LaRue’s swinging fists to leave a footprint on the challenger’s sternum with a front snap kick, known as a Mae Keage. LaRue lets out a low “uuuhghh!!” as she rockets backwards into a seat in a corner she mistakenly travelled near.
No time to relish her luck Cassava leaps and turns mid-air to land between LaRue’s splayed legs in prime position for her MUCH delayed first booty pop of the night! Tensing her glutes into a steel wrecking ball she throws her pelvis back and rams them into LaRue’s forehead. Kendra’s head snaps back over the bottom buckle as Cassava unclenches, so when Kendra’s face recoils back it's swallowed by the champ’s gold-bearing cheeks. The crowd is popping at Malenko levels as Onika uses LaRue’s nose to draw the Konami code. 4 times. Soaking up all of the BMD match’s extended 10 count (and then some) and topping with a payback squeeze that Kendra fears will snap her nose clean off!
HIP ATTACK- 5
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Cassava releases LaRue’s proboscis before Al can give a warning, after throwing up a blink-and-miss-it fist to the crowd she turns to pull an equal parts sweaty and greasy faced Kendra onto wobbly feet and deeper into the ring. “Next time you leave, stay gone!” Onika slams a palm thrust up under LaRue’s chin correcting her posture from slouched to upright and facing the lights. Slick and quick as Mercury Onika bends over to place her head between the Bootyshocker’s thighs and takes a firm grasp of each leg just above the knee, and stands up to hang the larger woman upside down on her back, her stunned face just visible under Cassava’s center. This was the set up to her finisher a variation of the Axe Guillotine Driver, which was very similar to Kendra LaRue’s Siren Bomb. Depending on how the next moment goes… some might say perfected.
With a face of complete focus, The Superfan switches to an overhand clutch of the Armenian’s legs. Cassava goes to her tiptoes and sits down full force on her calves squashing Kendra’s melon between the plywood and the awesome weight of the champion’s ass!
UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE
youtu.be/8j3J-wXRRjk?t=7
Kendra’s face is completely obscured by cake. All the muscles in her body visibly relax and go limp; Cassava leans harder into her seat while straightening out her legs, pressing Kendra’s shoulder flat to the mat. Al slides in for the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Cassava growls, “And stay away from Merle.”
THREE!!!!
The announcer yells into the microphone over the window-rattling roar of thousands, “Your winner… and still The Buns of Mass Destruction champion… CASSAVA ONIKAAAA!!”
Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding; Cassava shakily gets to her feet keeping back tears by a hair’s breadth as the building becomes undone with excitement!
Mabel Powers finishes one last trek down the stairs and gives Onika a tired, but genuine applause of respect to her friend to add to the choir of the FAWNatics in attendance, Powers turns and heads to the back on quaking legs for a long dip in the ice bath, tonight was Cassava’s night but down the line, Mabel’s gonna have that gold on her waist…
Al Carpenter takes her right wrist in hand and raises it in victory to another ecstatic cheer from the crowd, Al leans over and says, “great job, Cassava. That'll be one they remember.”
The retaining champion takes a big sniff trying not to give in to the wave of emotions threatening to overtake her and croaks out, “Thanks…” She looks over to an ecstatic Cassandra Beckett giving a standing ovation beside her a still seated and glowering Lakeisha.
After trading meaningful smiles Cassava glances over at Kendra, who had one arm braced against the mat and was blinking her way to the realization that she lost. “Oh no, you don’t!” Cassava flashed over, hopped into the air and flattened LaRue again with another bomb directly on her face, to the surprise and happiness of the crowd The BMD trapped the brunette’s legs in a matchbook and treated her face long, sweeping, grinding movements of her hips.
Cassava was going old school.
Seeing this, and knowing exactly where Cassava was going, like everyone else in the building, LaKeisha springs to her feet beside Cassandra, shouting protests to the referee, demanding he intervene as Al undoes the clasp connecting the chairs. So focused on the ring was Bates, that she had forgotten that she was linked to Beckett and didn’t notice when the Queen Bitch started to pull their joined arms across the Booty General’s throat until the noose was pulled tight, choking the former champion out.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Cassandra hissed in Lakeisha’s ear, “You ain’t doing nothing about this but watch and know as I’m putting your skank ass out that this is your future. For everything you’ve done to her over the last year, it’s no less than you deserve. Enjoy dreamland, ho!” she continues to taunt her as the flow of blood is gradually cut off and Bates finally goes limp.
Now this tried and true method of post-match humiliation is not something Cassava planned to make a regular habit or something she planned to do in advance, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to do it properly and perfectly. As a mistress of hip attacks and facesits Cassava knows how to keep Kendra in place and awake to feel the depth of the humiliation the Bootyshocker had dealt out to many wrestlers and bystanders over the years. If she wanted Cassava could stretch out this grind session for another thirty minutes if she was so inclined, but right now The Superfan just wanted to make a point and set an example; if you want a shot, just come up and ask. Take cheap shots and play games? This. Is. What. Happens.
Feeling the slew of bodily threats and pleas for mercy beginning to die down along with LaRue’s conciseness Cassava changes gears from slow, meaningful sweeping to high powered paint shaker. A face ride from the friendlier side of the fence is a RARE sight in FAWN and they are all in for it, hootin’ and hollering like the world’s biggest bachelor party. Even her fervour, Onika can still feel LaRue’s last defeated moan before setting off to dreamland timed perfectly with a telltale tingling in her toes means it's time for the grand finale; still self-restrained by a threadbare sense of modesty Onika manages to contain herself to only a small explosion going off in her soul before she falls onto her hands breathing heavily in the afterglow, rising her rump off Kendra’s face. Beckett slides into the ring carrying Cassava’s famous autograph book and hands it to the slightly trembling champion, “Babe… that was hawt.”
Cassava squeaks “Thanks!” before opening up a small compartment on the book to reveal a wet, ink pad. Taking the hand of a sleeping LaRue and presses her thumb into the compartment and then into a blank page over the former champion of Mexico’s full printed name. “My heroes get to sign,” Cassava pants, “bitches get the ink.”
Giving her a helping hand off her knees Cassandra grins at her unofficial girlfriend finishing the fight that these two bitches started. Her expression then turns dark as her gaze falls upon the deposed Jungle Queen, rolling onto her stomach and hiding her face in her hands. Her business with Cassava may finally be at an end, but she still has her own pound of flesh to extract from LaRue, and it’s time that she reminds her of that fact. She crouches down, still hovering above Kendra, as she grabs a tight handful of the Booty Lieutenant’s dark tresses, and pulls her head back roughly to force eye contact, ripping a pained yelp from her full lips.
“Your nightmare’s just beginning, sugar.” Beckett snarls at her, “Cassava just showed you why she’s the real Queen around here, but you and me? We’re just getting started. Now, I ain’t above a little humiliation, like what Cassava just dished out to you. But after what you did to me at All Hallow’s Evil? All I’m fixin’ to do now is put your bicycle-pumped ass in the hospital. See you in a month, slut. Rest up, heal up. I don’t want no damn excuses from you when I beat you within an inch of your damn life and take your soul.” Threat delivered, the Queen Bitch delivers a stinging bitchslap to her future victim, eliciting a pitiful whine from LaRue, and then stands back up again, putting an arm around the victorious Cassava. “How’d that feel, baby?” she asks with a smirk.
Cassava goes wide-eyed remembering the experience of roughly one minute ago, “Not what expected. I can see why it's an addictive habit, but I think I’ll file that away for special occasions only.” She pats Cassandra’s midsection as they exit the ring.
“I meant just beating that skank, hon.” Cassandra chuckles. “Anywhere you wanna go, or do, to celebrate your win, babe? I’m buying.”
I think The Northern Coalition is setting up territory in a Canadian sports bar down the road, let's head there. I’ll text Mabel the dets.”
Cassandra shrugs and kisses Cassava on the cheek, “As long as I get to spend the night with you, I don’t care who else we hang out with, Cassava. You’re the only girl in the world to me.”
“Aww,” Onika places her head on Beckett’s shoulder as she takes the Buns of Mass Destruction from an attendant. “Don’t make me blush, my face is too sore.”
At the top of the ramp, Cassava clasps the belt tight around her middle, the camera getting a great zoomed in of the gold plate resting on her glutes. Giving her cheeks a parting slap as a treat and a warning Cassava Onika, along with her tag and life partner, exit through the curtains to celebrate.