Post by boobytrap on May 4, 2020 9:46:48 GMT
Wendy Smith walks back into the FAWN arena with Sammie Sinclair and Bunny Cooper by her side. Smith and Cooper have been the tag team champs in Europe for over a year and now they are finally coming back to Orlando in style.
WENDY SMITH:
SAMMIE SINCLAIR:
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BUNNY COOPER:
Wendy stops, greeting some of the behind the scenes personnel of FAWN, she has always been friendly with the hard-working and unsung members of the wrestling industry. The Suplex Machine is talking with one of the camera operators when Sammie reaches out taking her arm saying. “Heads up, Wendy.”
The veteran looks at the Golden Girl and then scans the area, not seeing any immediate danger or what Sammie could be talking about Wendy asks, “What’s up?” A little perturbed that she cannot see a possible danger after being away for so long.
Sammie nods her head towards a blonde-haired, dark-skinned woman walking with a purpose towards them. Smith remembers seeing the newcomer before, but can’t pull her name or really anything about her, except she is a wrestler and packs a big old booty.
Cassava steels herself as she heads towards FAWN’s favorite couple, hands curled into fists swinging almost robotically with each step. Bootyshock’s gone to Mexico for a few months so better strike while the iron’s hot. No turning back now…
The BMD Champion stops a few feet away, close enough to mount an attack but far enough to escape one judged by Sammie and Wendy’s experienced eyes. Cooper hadn’t noticed the Social Media Superstar yet, her gaze was locked on FAWN’s newest and largest referee Reginald, who had just entered the room from the rear entrance and won her heart with a small, movie star smile and a wave.
Cassava briefly looks away from them to acknowledge the male personnel that Wendy was speaking with that were beginning to back away.
“Hey Esteban, Francis,” her body tenses and so does Wendy’s, subtly moving between her and her British beau, in case this was a preemptive strike against the Eurasian champ. Reginald had just left the room, so Bunny remembered there were other, far less handsome people in the area and turned to see this interesting tableau.
The voluptuous newcomer takes a breath and looks at the power couple “We haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Cassava Onika. Big Fan. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while…” Cassava reaches behind her back, Sinclair puts a foot back in prep for a Superkick while Smith seems more relaxed standing with enough distance that the newcomer can’t get off an attack without Wendy being able to counter.
Onika pulls out… a Kylie Corps branded notebook and a pen, “Could I get your autographs, please?” she asks, voice cracking slightly with nervousness.
Bunny, having watched the giant ref leave, turns back to her friends and Onika, “Hey, How’s it going?” the blonde then stutters a bit before adding, “Cassava! I knew I knew your name.”
Wendy reaches for the book and pen, “Sure, it’s a little unusual for wrestlers to ask for others autographs.” Smith opens the book, flipping through it until she finds a blank page. The former two-time lightweight champ writes.
She turns to hand the book to Sammie, the People’s Princess turns to the next page and starts writing. Wendy steps forward offering her hand to Cassava, “I haven’t been around, but welcome to FAWN.”
Smith’s hand hovers in the air in front of her. Behind Wendy Sammie finishes and turns to book over to Cooper, Onika starts to say something then shrugs as the Florida Powerhouse starts signing the book and takes the star’s hand.
“Thanks, I really appreciate this, I know it’s not the norm but I made a promise to myself to get the signatures of all my heroes and I plan to keep it.” She holds Wendy’s hand a little too long before letting go, still feeling a little nervous.
“Those were great victories you had over Bates and LaRue,” Sinclair chimes in, trying to ease the rookie’s nervousness. “So you’re clear to defend the Buns of Mass destruction now, correct?”
“Yes!” Cassava squeaks excitedly, “Bethany wanted the first two defences in FAWN to be against Lakeisha and Kendra but after I beat Bootyshock Jr Lakeisha announced they’ll be down south for a bit. So I’ve been defending in untelevised matches in The Jungle and the indies in the meantime, getting people hyped.”
As Onika explained her rebellion against management, Bunny craned her neck to subtly sneak a peek at the so-called ‘Buns of Mass Destruction,’ finally seeing them in person, her eyes widened and her mouth hung open for a moment. There was a hard truth in advertising for that title.
“Given that I’m being denied the right to my title, I was hoping, if you don’t mind and it fits into your schedule… if you’d accept my challenge for Spring Break?” Cassava lays down the gauntlet in the most gentle way possible, looking Cooper and Smith in the eye but not Sammie; her soul was so pure it hurt Onika in the best way possible to look at her directly.
“Oh, so you want to take on the former Europa Tag champs? Looking to put some shine on your new team” Wendy puts her hands on her hips, Bunny stands a little more aggressively, but not too much… This seemed like a friendly challenge.
“Oh no, no!” The Superfan waves her palms in the space between them, “I meant I was challenging Wendy for a one-on-one, she’s on a list of women I NEED to face.”
She looks at Sammie and Bunny, “not that I don’t want to wrestle you girls too, it’s a long story…”
Wendy holds back a smile, “You have a list?”
Cassava just nods.
Bunny hands Onika back her notebook and pen, “Wendy and I aren’t tagging here, we’re going back to singles wrestling.”
Wendy looks over the Milk Chocolate beauty, “So, how was it I came to be on your list?”
Smith holds up a hand as the BMD starts to answer, Wendy stepping closer. “I haven’t signed any match contracts, yet. If you want, I’ll meet you in the ring. Just no crazy stipulations, it has to be a straight-up match. Pinfall or Submission finish.”
A bright smile spreads across Cassava’s face “that’s exactly what I was hoping for, no weird stipulations till the rematch. That’s what my mother taught me.”
“For me, it was my Daddy,” Sammie chimed in. Cassava chuckled and mentally took note of Sinclair saying ‘daddy’ when she needed inspiration for writing fanfiction.
“Alright!” Onika clapped her hands together, “I’ll tell the office to put us on the card, get us a ref. I know Merle and Al are booked solid, I’ll ask for Reggie. He still hasn’t got much ring time.”
Still catching up with FAWN Homebase, Wendy asks “who’s Reggie?”
“Reginald. He’s the new official, just got his license, Merle’s childhood British friend. Very tall, biceps for days, looks like a Disney prince that's been hitting the gym.”
As Cassava described him she pantomimed his height and muscular body, sticking out and curling her arms while arching her back, thrusting her bikini stuffers out. The former FAWN Europa tag champs and current Eurasian title took note that newbie is a tank top terror as well as a booty battler, truly blessed with natural weapons.
Bunny tore her eyes from Cassava’s cleavage and looked at the newcomer’s face when the full picture formed in her head.
“I think I just saw him, what's his deal?” Cooper steps forward with some urgency, displacing and startling her friends a bit.
“Oh, you’ll love him. Sweet guy, smells like sandalwood,” Cassava looks wistful for a moment before shaking her head, “getting sidetracked, I’ll go get the match set up. You and me, Spring Break 2020, thanks for this!”
Happy as a clam, Cassava walks away to book the fight. Wendy tilts her head to the side, somewhat mesmerized by the sight of Onika’s undulating cheeks in her short shorts until a soft elbow to the side from Sammie wakes her up.
Wendy smiles at Sammie, “Just looking at the targets.”
Sinclair grins, “Sure you were.”
WENDY SMITH:
SAMMIE SINCLAIR:
BUNNY COOPER:
Wendy stops, greeting some of the behind the scenes personnel of FAWN, she has always been friendly with the hard-working and unsung members of the wrestling industry. The Suplex Machine is talking with one of the camera operators when Sammie reaches out taking her arm saying. “Heads up, Wendy.”
The veteran looks at the Golden Girl and then scans the area, not seeing any immediate danger or what Sammie could be talking about Wendy asks, “What’s up?” A little perturbed that she cannot see a possible danger after being away for so long.
Sammie nods her head towards a blonde-haired, dark-skinned woman walking with a purpose towards them. Smith remembers seeing the newcomer before, but can’t pull her name or really anything about her, except she is a wrestler and packs a big old booty.
Cassava steels herself as she heads towards FAWN’s favorite couple, hands curled into fists swinging almost robotically with each step. Bootyshock’s gone to Mexico for a few months so better strike while the iron’s hot. No turning back now…
The BMD Champion stops a few feet away, close enough to mount an attack but far enough to escape one judged by Sammie and Wendy’s experienced eyes. Cooper hadn’t noticed the Social Media Superstar yet, her gaze was locked on FAWN’s newest and largest referee Reginald, who had just entered the room from the rear entrance and won her heart with a small, movie star smile and a wave.
Cassava briefly looks away from them to acknowledge the male personnel that Wendy was speaking with that were beginning to back away.
“Hey Esteban, Francis,” her body tenses and so does Wendy’s, subtly moving between her and her British beau, in case this was a preemptive strike against the Eurasian champ. Reginald had just left the room, so Bunny remembered there were other, far less handsome people in the area and turned to see this interesting tableau.
The voluptuous newcomer takes a breath and looks at the power couple “We haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Cassava Onika. Big Fan. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while…” Cassava reaches behind her back, Sinclair puts a foot back in prep for a Superkick while Smith seems more relaxed standing with enough distance that the newcomer can’t get off an attack without Wendy being able to counter.
Onika pulls out… a Kylie Corps branded notebook and a pen, “Could I get your autographs, please?” she asks, voice cracking slightly with nervousness.
Bunny, having watched the giant ref leave, turns back to her friends and Onika, “Hey, How’s it going?” the blonde then stutters a bit before adding, “Cassava! I knew I knew your name.”
Wendy reaches for the book and pen, “Sure, it’s a little unusual for wrestlers to ask for others autographs.” Smith opens the book, flipping through it until she finds a blank page. The former two-time lightweight champ writes.
To Cassava,
Good Luck. here at FAWN! I know you’ll do great.
The PA Powerhouse Wendy Smith
She turns to hand the book to Sammie, the People’s Princess turns to the next page and starts writing. Wendy steps forward offering her hand to Cassava, “I haven’t been around, but welcome to FAWN.”
Smith’s hand hovers in the air in front of her. Behind Wendy Sammie finishes and turns to book over to Cooper, Onika starts to say something then shrugs as the Florida Powerhouse starts signing the book and takes the star’s hand.
“Thanks, I really appreciate this, I know it’s not the norm but I made a promise to myself to get the signatures of all my heroes and I plan to keep it.” She holds Wendy’s hand a little too long before letting go, still feeling a little nervous.
“Those were great victories you had over Bates and LaRue,” Sinclair chimes in, trying to ease the rookie’s nervousness. “So you’re clear to defend the Buns of Mass destruction now, correct?”
“Yes!” Cassava squeaks excitedly, “Bethany wanted the first two defences in FAWN to be against Lakeisha and Kendra but after I beat Bootyshock Jr Lakeisha announced they’ll be down south for a bit. So I’ve been defending in untelevised matches in The Jungle and the indies in the meantime, getting people hyped.”
As Onika explained her rebellion against management, Bunny craned her neck to subtly sneak a peek at the so-called ‘Buns of Mass Destruction,’ finally seeing them in person, her eyes widened and her mouth hung open for a moment. There was a hard truth in advertising for that title.
“Given that I’m being denied the right to my title, I was hoping, if you don’t mind and it fits into your schedule… if you’d accept my challenge for Spring Break?” Cassava lays down the gauntlet in the most gentle way possible, looking Cooper and Smith in the eye but not Sammie; her soul was so pure it hurt Onika in the best way possible to look at her directly.
“Oh, so you want to take on the former Europa Tag champs? Looking to put some shine on your new team” Wendy puts her hands on her hips, Bunny stands a little more aggressively, but not too much… This seemed like a friendly challenge.
“Oh no, no!” The Superfan waves her palms in the space between them, “I meant I was challenging Wendy for a one-on-one, she’s on a list of women I NEED to face.”
She looks at Sammie and Bunny, “not that I don’t want to wrestle you girls too, it’s a long story…”
Wendy holds back a smile, “You have a list?”
Cassava just nods.
Bunny hands Onika back her notebook and pen, “Wendy and I aren’t tagging here, we’re going back to singles wrestling.”
Wendy looks over the Milk Chocolate beauty, “So, how was it I came to be on your list?”
Smith holds up a hand as the BMD starts to answer, Wendy stepping closer. “I haven’t signed any match contracts, yet. If you want, I’ll meet you in the ring. Just no crazy stipulations, it has to be a straight-up match. Pinfall or Submission finish.”
A bright smile spreads across Cassava’s face “that’s exactly what I was hoping for, no weird stipulations till the rematch. That’s what my mother taught me.”
“For me, it was my Daddy,” Sammie chimed in. Cassava chuckled and mentally took note of Sinclair saying ‘daddy’ when she needed inspiration for writing fanfiction.
“Alright!” Onika clapped her hands together, “I’ll tell the office to put us on the card, get us a ref. I know Merle and Al are booked solid, I’ll ask for Reggie. He still hasn’t got much ring time.”
Still catching up with FAWN Homebase, Wendy asks “who’s Reggie?”
“Reginald. He’s the new official, just got his license, Merle’s childhood British friend. Very tall, biceps for days, looks like a Disney prince that's been hitting the gym.”
As Cassava described him she pantomimed his height and muscular body, sticking out and curling her arms while arching her back, thrusting her bikini stuffers out. The former FAWN Europa tag champs and current Eurasian title took note that newbie is a tank top terror as well as a booty battler, truly blessed with natural weapons.
Bunny tore her eyes from Cassava’s cleavage and looked at the newcomer’s face when the full picture formed in her head.
“I think I just saw him, what's his deal?” Cooper steps forward with some urgency, displacing and startling her friends a bit.
“Oh, you’ll love him. Sweet guy, smells like sandalwood,” Cassava looks wistful for a moment before shaking her head, “getting sidetracked, I’ll go get the match set up. You and me, Spring Break 2020, thanks for this!”
Happy as a clam, Cassava walks away to book the fight. Wendy tilts her head to the side, somewhat mesmerized by the sight of Onika’s undulating cheeks in her short shorts until a soft elbow to the side from Sammie wakes her up.
Wendy smiles at Sammie, “Just looking at the targets.”
Sinclair grins, “Sure you were.”