Post by hawkeye on Jun 11, 2020 1:08:48 GMT
DAWN OF TWEENER
Fans scurry to their seats not wanting to miss a second of the imminent bout, a rematch of the highlight of the undercard of Spring Break 2020. Rumour has it Cassava and Wendy have some sort of side bet on the match, let’s see if that plays a factor….
KICKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
The short but curvaceous Black woman steps through the curtain, quickly raising a fist to the cries of the crowd. A smiling Cassava Onika paces from one side of the stage to another, she carries a medium-sized package wrapped in brown paper is clutching it loosely. The New Media Mistress starts punching the air to hype herself up then launches into a jumping spin kick that carries her back to the center. The giant screen above Cassava displaying a chibi anime version of the FAWN fresh meat; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric, keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white 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 and design of the belt dictated that the gold plate be showcased just above its holder’s buns. The inward curve of the center gold plate resting on Onika’s shelf of booty like it was always meant to be there. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
At the top of the ramp, Cassava swings her hips into a turn that puts her back to the audience, presenting an ass that makes LaKeisha Bates self-conscious whether she admits it or not. Doing a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling audience, Cassava dips low and makes her cheeks clap to a suddenly roaring and appreciative audience before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
“FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT, AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
CASSAVA ONIKA
The Superfan seems just a tad less fun-loving and a tad more fight oriented, greeting fans alongside the isle but keeping her sights on the ring ahead. Cassava wants to avenge her loss and cross Wendy’s name off her list, which fans are slowly becoming aware of, if not the reasons why the PA Powerhouse on it. Or why it’s such a focus for the booty battler... but the mystery of the list takes a backseat to the stellar in-ring action in the minds of the FAWNatics. the no strings wrestling exhibition from their last encounter was a palate cleanser from the emotion and grudge heavy battles that come with the territory of fighting in the top company.
Nearly completing her circuit of fan greets Cassava looks in the ring to the FAWN’s newest and buffest referee Reginald, who is just poured in those black and white stripes (Bethany Christian insisted on taking the measurements herself and supervised the fitting).
REGINALD ASHLEY WORTHINGTON THE THIRD
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A cheeky grin spreads across her face, she drops her package at her corner practically skips to the announcer, Onika cups his ear and whispers something. He chuckles and brings the microphone to his lips.
“OFFICIATING THE MATCH WILL BE THE ‘TESTOSTERONE TEDDY BEAR’ REGINALD WORTHINGTON THE THIRD!!!”
Reggie lets out a small laugh as he gets a small pop from the crowd and a playfully curls a bicep, causing men in the audience to wince from the high pitched squealing from the female fans. Giggling, Cassava rolls into the ring and goes to her corner for a pat-down. Reggie lightly touches her shoulders and wrists inspecting for foreign objects.
Kneeling down to check her feet he asks, “Been waiting to use that one?”
“Nah, just thought of it, got a good one in the waiting for Al, though… “ they share a chuckle as Smith’s music starts to play through the stadium’s speakers.
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
After the super-powered looking referee finishes inspecting Onika the ring announcer continues, “Ladies and gentlemen, she hails from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and she is the former two-time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and Mayor of Suplex City comes breezing through the curtain. Smith comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. In her left hand is a Target Bag. It seems like Wendy as always, looks fired up as she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
WENDY SMITH:
The FAWN crowd roars, as the PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledgehammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands and begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line across the canvas and hits the ropes and bounces back. She crisscrosses the ring before coming to a stop and raising her arms again to the crowd before she heads to her corner.
The crowd begins chanting, “What’s in the bag! What’s in the bag….“ Wendy just grins.
Smith allows the referee Reggie to check her over, Wendy seems less affected than most of the wrestlers at the sight of the man that stands over a foot taller than her and has the sculpted features of a god.
Reggie says, “All good, you ready for tonight?.”
Wendy nods and does give him a small smile, “How ya doing Reg?”
Reggie nods and smiles, “Good, you to going to tear the house down”
Wendy nods, “That’s the plan.”
The crowd grows quiet for a few seconds as Reg steps back out to the center of the ring, and in a loud voice yells, “Ring the Bell!”
DING! DING
The two powerful beauties dart out of their corners at a swift pace, meeting briefly at center ring for a quick handshake before separating and circling the perimeter in mirrored crouches. Wendy dashes forward for a single leg but Cassava moves it out of reach and goes low for a front facelock, Wendy sees it coming and retreats in time. She goes for a wrist lock but Cassava anticipates, ducking under the limb on one knee and slipping behind Smith for a waistlock, Wendy grabs The Superfan by wrists before her palms can meet and reverses the hold. The PA Powerhouse pops her hips for a German Suplex but Onika hooks her legs on Wendy’s thighs stopping the throw, using her naturally low center of gravity Onika escapes the hug by retreating through Wendy’s legs. Caught unbalanced by the newer hire’s escape Wendy catches herself mid stumble and whips a clothesline around to hopefully catch a still rising blonde. Cassava ducks the brawny arm just in time and uses the movement to launch a swinging roundhouse kick aimed at the decorated ex-champ’s cheek. Not her first time dealing with a striker; Wendy evades and jumps back a few steps, wanting some breathing room between the two. There’s a pregnant moment of silence, the two women staring each other down silently till Cassava throws both fists in air yelling “wooo!”
At that break in tension, the FAWNatics get loud and rowdy, who doesn’t love a couple of bodacious warriors going at it? Wendy grins and adds a golf clap to the cacophony. “Not bad, not bad. I hope you don’t mind me pointing those buns of yours to the lights one more time, gotta remind the bigwigs that I’m championship material.”
Cassava chuckles and jumps lightly foot to foot, imitating a trait of Smith’s,” If it happens, it happens. Either way, you’re getting a double serving of cake and if things go my way? Looking a lot different than how you came in.
After some gentle prodding from Ref. Worthington the opposing pair start circling once again. The dance ends almost as soon as it began, the two rush into an Elbow and Collar tie-up, each pushing and shoving in an attempt to overpower the other. Wendy gets a hand under Onika’s chin and starts craning her neck, The Superfan giving away ground slowly, controlled by her chin Smith points Onika’s back toward a set of buckles- Cassava breaks the tie-up and pivots on a heel, Wendy lurches forward under her own momentum and The Superfan works her head under the Pennsylvanian’s left shoulder while taking her hands. Cassava pulls down on Wendy’s wrists to make them hunch down then whips back in a wide arc slamming Wendy’s neck and shoulders first into the mat with a “Thud!”
T- DANGER SUPLEX
youtu.be/rTm8E60e6wI?t=323
Contrary to Smith’s previous statement it was HER buns pointed at the lights as the official dived for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-NOOO!!!
Wendy spasms out of the pin and falls onto her front, Cassava wins the race to their feet and pulls Wendy by the elbow. Mixed in with the crowd’s “Oooooh!” of respect to the rare move was a tone of “Oh no she didn’t!” Laying down the suplex gauntlet to the woman who made them famous.
Back in the ring, Onika was going to work on Wendy’s arm with wringers and tart little kicks to the bicep. Hissing in pain Smith takes a swipe at the Iowan but Onika twists into an armbar before she can connect, slapping at her own shoulder to dull the pain Wendy tries to talk some sense into The Online Sensation before she goes too far.
“Throwing out a rare suplex against me? Right at the beginning? Not sure you want to go down that road, Cassava.”
The dyed blonde chuckles and transitions into a deep hammerlock, trapping the brunette’s hand between her own shoulder blades. She purrs platonically as possible into Wendy’s ear, “No disrespect meant. I got a strategy to implement and new moves to carry it through, I’m not just a piece of assaAAH!”
Reaching behind to take Cassava by the back of the head Wendy Snapmares The BMD onto her famous cheeks. Digging her strong hands into Onika’s trapezius muscles Smith digs a couple of knee thrusts into a yelping Iowan’s back. After she’s good and tenderized Smith pulls her up by the armpits and Irish Whips Cassava to the far ropes. The Superfan rebounds with a clothesline cocked and ready that whiffs over a speeding Wendy’s head, Cassava stops herself and turns just to eat a Smith-style hip attack from off the cables.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=35SLmsvQVu4
The FAWNatIcs are aghast at the match’s blatant display of gimmick infringement! Cassava is blasted off her feet and flipped onto her face by Wendy’s powerful glutes.
The PA Powerhouse never gave much focus to her impressive backside as a weapon, but as Cassava just found out it’s in Smith’s playbook. Wendy grins, “Turn around being fair play. No disrespect.” and bows to Onika.
On the mat Kylie’s number one fan looks angry for a moment, but nods her head, “Touche”
Wendy waits for Cassava to get to her feet, the pair make a half-circle before moving back to lock up. Smith drops her hips and ducks under the Iowan fist, Smith’s left arm shoots under the BMD sensation’s own, the right follows quickly and Onika finds herself trapped in a full nelson. Wendy taunts, “Let’s see if your chin can touch those big boobs.”
Mostly thanks to the red bra Cassava is wearing the answer turns out to be a solid ‘Yes’.
The hold looks painful as Smith shoves the blonde’s face towards her own cleavage. Onika tries stomping on Wendy’s toes, but the veteran avoids the escape attempt. Cassava tries powering out of the hold to no avail. Wendy turns the dark-skinned beauty around, pulling her first to the left and then right to keep the trapped woman off balance. Having failed twice to escape Cassava calls on her biggest ‘Weapon’ she pulls her hips out as far as possible and then with all the steam she can sends the booty into Wendy’s lower belly and lap.
FAWNatics for several rows can actually hear the air escape Smith, and the Booty Queen repeats the hip attack. Wendy staggers backwards, arms folded across her lower stomach, Cassava spins wincing as she lifts her arm and slams a clothesline across the brunette’s D-cups. Wendy slams into the canvas with knees bent as she tries to refill now empty lungs.
Cassava with a little of her anger showing turns to race for the ropes Smith’s feet are pointed towards. The FAWN fan turned FAWN wrestler hits the cables springing back like a blonde pinball, Cassava is just about to run over Wendy when she leaps and throws her legs out, looking to land the biggest booty in the business on Wendy’s chest. Smith’s eyes go wide as she sees Onika take off and her wrestling experience kicks in as she rolls.
KAABLAAAM!
The ring shakes, rattles and rolls. Cassava sits in shocked pain as she comes up empty, tailbone and backside tingling from the impact. A few feet away Wendy sucks in large gasps of air, but then she’s on hands and knees crawling behind her seated opponent. Smith gets to one knee behind Onika sliding her arms around the thicc wrestler, working the reverse bearhug right under Cassava’s F-cups Wendy starts lifting her. She doesn’t stop, it’s nearly slow motion as Wendy bends backwards and puts Cassava’s head and shoulders on the canvas while the Suplex Machine holds a bridge. Now the champ of BMD has her BMD pointed at the lights.
ONE…
TWO...
NO!
Cassava gets her rump moving and rolls out of the pinning attempt. Reginald turns to the timekeeper holding up two fingers so there is no confusion.
The Suplex Machine rolls up to one knee, her face red from the lack of air and the exertion of lifting the blonde.
Taking a few deep breaths Wendy pushes up when she sees Cassava doing the same. Smith doesn’t let the Iowan stand full before she plows into her and forces her back against the turnbuckles pressed chest to chest. The PA Powerhouse hooks her opponent’s arms over the top rope. Still leaning in Wendy hoarsely says, “If you want witty banter, you need to stop knocking the wind out of me.”
Standing back Worthington orders Smith out of the corner, but only gets a smile and a nod, before Wendy turns and Onika gets a chop to the cleavage. Cassava hisses and shrinks her body, arms pulled in and chin down. The Suplex Machine doesn’t look apologetic as she works an arm under Onika’s looking to hip toss her out of the corner. Cassava hooks her free arm around the top rope to block, Wendy tries resetting the Head of the Kylie Cult but she pulls her in and trades places with the brunette.
The Autograph seeking fangirl seems to snap, the first is a straight punch into Wendy’s forehead, then she slams a trio of forearms to Wendy’s juggs, and then a pair of knee lifts to Smith’s stomach. Turning Cassava screams to the universe and makes a semi-circle to the center of the squared circle and rushes back in. Stunned, Wendy hangs in the corner, and this time can’t get out of the way as Cassava leaps and half turns in mid-air. The BMD slams into Wendy’s chest and stomach crushing her between booty and buckles.
Reginald tells Cassava to keep things out of the corner. The scolding from the giant referee seems to calm Onika down a bit. Wendy after being crushed sinks to the canvas, and then does the veteran move, she rolls out of the ring.
“Gawd damn it,” Wendy hoarsely out, rubbing her abdomen, “I think I have an ass imprint on my ribs.” The brawny brunette walks the perimeter of the guard rail to get her breathing back, fans slapping their support on her shoulder and arm as she passes. In the ring the official's count reaches “Three!! As Onika retreats to a corner and sits cross-legged, practicing Mokuso. Meditation learned through her martial arts training to clear her mind and get back her focus, losing a match because of your temper is a real rookie move. At “ Twelve!!” Cassava kips up to her feet and Wendy’s breathing and colour are back to normal. Wendy strides past the steel steps to roll under the bottom rope but sees Cassava sitting on the second and pushing up the first, offering Wendy a respectful way in or possibly some sort of ploy?
“No tricks,” Cassava promises, raising a hand in the air,” I swear on my official Kylie Corps membership certificate.” Wendy scrutinizes the young lioness before taking up her offer. Cassava had sat on the rope facing her, looking Wendy in the eyes. Had she sat facing away from her, pointing her god-given weapon at Smith she would have seen it as a clear taunt and made the potential bitch pay for it. Still, The Sultana of Suplex steps through the ropes cautiously with her head pointed towards Onika, looking for any sign of attack and giving Cassava a good view down her top at what'll smother her out if she fights dirty. It looks like those fears are unwarranted, Smith enters the ring unaccosted and Onika dismounts the cable to join her at the middle of the ring.
“Sorry I lost my cool there,” Cassava apologies, appearing genuine from what Wendy can see,” didn’t set out to come at you like that, my blood got up.”
Hands on hips Wendy tilts her head, “It happens. You didn’t go low or catty so we’re cool,” she raises her hand in the air for a test of strength. “Next time the match kicks into next gear, though? It’ll stay there.”
Cassava rises to the challenge and ups it with her other hand,” you got it.”
The muscles of their full bodies flex simultaneously, teeth-gritting and locked into a heated staredown Wendy and Cassava pour their everything into dominating the other. Smith seems to have superior upper body strength, overturning an increasingly worried Onika’s wrists and forcing her knee to lower inch by inch. Wendy looks down at a redfaced Cassava, The Online Sensation now having to crane her neck to look the decorated veteran in the eye or look straight ahead into the Pennsylvanian’s smother bumpers. With a playful look on her face Smith arches her back into the test and wags her shoulders treating Cassava to some light smacks on her cheeks (bapbapbap) with getting some sputters out of the BMD champ and making that knee go a little lower but still not touching the canvas.
“I know you’re a Sanders fan but follow a different workout regimine,” Smith gives her another boob slap earning some hooting from the FAWNatics. “I’d recommend Cardio as the next step up.”
Feeling that hot rumbling in the back of her head that told her to hurt people that disrespected her idol, Onika channelled that urge into her legs. Slowly reversing her descent with a growing roar that was echoed by stands.
With a pained grin on her face Cassava retorts through gritted teeth,” Considering her title history and my record…” she forces the brunette back a step, “maybe I should show you how it's done. We can make it a segment on my show!”
Onika doesn’t have junk in her trunk but a powerful engine. Her lower body strength is up there with FAWN’s best and she’s proving that with each step given away by the Suplex Machine. Using her superior grip of the mat with her bare feet Cassava points Smith towards a set of buckles, a place Smith wants to avoid at all costs knowing the multitude of stinkface techniques the Iowan has at her disposal. Widening her stance Wendy stops their trek with an abrupt ”smeck!” of their bellies. Not willing to let her carefully planned strategy slip away, Cassava slaps her toned but softer tummy against Wendy’s tight abs.
Smeck! Smeck! Smeck!
The Powerhouse slides back a few centimetres but Wendy bears down and answers with some belly flops of her own, her strengthened core getting deep grunts out of The Superfan.
SMECK! SMECK! SMECK!
Cassava loses all the ground she gained and then some, a battle of the bellies turned out to be a grave mistake. Her grunts become little whines as Wendy thrusts harder looking to back the unaffiliated upstart into her own corner. Timing Wendy’s next attack with desperation as a motivator Cassava lurches to the side knocking her opponent’s left shoulder with her right upsetting the brawny brunette and forcing them into another stalemate; now forehead to forehead with joined arms straight out at their sides and shaking with fatigue, neither lightweight will admit defeat, their pride and the future power dynamic between the two is on the line by this point. The intense gaze between the two wrestlers drew in the fans’ attention… then the collective conscious dropped its POV a few inches south, to wear each wrestler juggs rolled and mushroomed against each other; their combined volume far exceeding the space in which they share. The sight of Wendy’s mountains in a shoving match with Cassava’s slightly larger mountains distract the audience from the quality of match and they, for a moment, delight in the aesthetics presented. Even a polite and respectful gentleman of Ref. Worthington’s calibre stares at the collective sweat ebbing down their combatting cleavage. The feeling of turgid nipples flicking across her own makes Onika glance down at the epic battle going on below their noses and struck by a strange mix of arousal and inspiration.
“Omigawd I just thought of the next chapter of my Shrunken Sammie Sinclair fanfiction epic.”
Wendy Smith is broken out of her competitive haze immediately, “What? Ahh!!”
The Superfan takes a step back and kicks out her leg straight up and brings down her heel on Wendy’s left hand freeing her right, putting both hands on Wendy’s right wrist Cassava leads the brunette in the other direction with an armbar. A halting, excruciating pace fraught with arm wringers and jumping yanks of her elbow. Near the shadow of the post but not close enough for Smith to grab a rope break, Onika gives her foe a friendly warning, “Now this next part is gonna hurt a lot, but I practiced this a few times and you’re going to be fine.” Breaking into a full run while dragging Smith behind her Cassava races diagonally across the ring into a baseball slide out onto the padded concrete. Smith slides on her front, the coarse material of the canvas rubbing unkindly against her chin and top swell of her breast till her momentum is topped with a crowd cringing “CLANG” of her shoulder against the steel post.
“AAaargh!!!” Wendy screams and grabs her wounded limb, pain radiating from her shoulder throughout her body. Pulling herself to a seat in the corner she rests her head against the bottom buckle a moment with tears at the corners of her eyes, “Oh you goddamnmmPPGHH!”
As Smith collected herself The Buns of Mass Destruction Champion had sprinted around the outside of the ring to the farthest corner from Wendy and rolled back into the ring, kipped up, and ran full speed to blast Wendy in the forehead with her medicine ball like backside. The back of Smith’s head bangs against her bottom buckle making her chin an easy target for Cassava’s trained cheeks! Covering the brunette’s chin to the bridge of her nose, all of Wendy’s vision was encompassed by The BMD’s backside as she got her first stinkface in quite some time.
youtu.be/NsI3HqGDAmQ
As the Booty eclipse engulfs Wendy’s face, her arms and legs flail, Cassava tries to grind Smith’s nose off as her BMD shakes and gyrates. Onika’s almost lost in the stinkface is pulled back into reality when Reginald shouts, “FOUR!”
The Iowan shoots out of the corner realizing she is close to pushing the rules too far. Cassava is taking some shortcuts now but doesn’t want to go too far and be disqualified. Wendy, still seated in the corner, sputters and gasps in much-needed oxygen before she starts to pull herself up with aid from the ropes. The dyed blonde charges back in grabbing Smith around the noggin. Onika drops to one knee yanking Wendy over with a snapmare, the brunette lands on her butt with legs extended.
Cassava stands tall before cocking her elbow and dropping back to one knee drives the point of her elbow into Wendy’s shoulder, the same one that hit the ring post. Smith cries out as the pain is doubled in her shoulder, but Kylie’s number one fan isn’t done. She puts her knee into Wendy’s spine and cups her chin pulling back on the brunette’s head in a wicked-looking chinlock. Worthington kneels out in front of the action asking the former two-time lightweight champ if she wants to submit.
“GGRRRRNO!” Is the answer that comes through gritted teeth. Wendy pushes on Cassava’s hands as she turns her hips and manages to slide off Onika’s knee before pushing up to her feet. The blonde is about an inch or two shorter than the PA Powerhouse, but she hangs on switching to a side headlock. Wendy’s cheek is pressed against Cassava’s side boob as they stumble a few steps together. Smith gets her arm across the BMD champ’s back and shoves her off into the ropes. The only problem being they are too close to the strands for Wendy to catch a break, but she’s able to switch plans on a dime. Cassava is able to turn and hit the ropes properly and when she springs back Wendy’s shoulder is there to meet her.
Cassava blasted in the chest goes down, but Wendy who stays on her feet is the one that cries out and turns away clutching at her wounded shoulder, mentally cursing the lack of time to adjust her stance before the tackle. Wendy walks around the ring, rubbing her shoulder, shaking out her arm, so much so it prompts Reginald to ask, “You ok Wendy? Can you go on?”
Wendy only nods through a grimace. Kylie’s biggest fan is back up on her feet and seeing Smith’s discomfort charges down the brunette. Cassava clearly hoped to get the drop on Smith, but the Suplex Machine moves towards her and catches her in a bearhug. The exotic looking woman may have been able to power out of Wendy’s grip if the Suplex Machine didn’t send Cassava flying with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSyYU0M30rA
Cassava lands hard on the thinly covered boards, her juggs dancing around her chest. The move cost Wendy though, and it seems like her shoulder didn’t appreciate the move, but still, the veteran crawls over and with her good arm hooks one of Onika’s thick thighs maybe hoping to end things here.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The bottled blonde kicks out clearly in time. Wendy rolls over sitting on the canvas for a second and then huffs before getting back to her feet. The Suplex Machine rolls her shoulders, then giving the wounded one a rub she moves to catch Cassava as she starts to rise. Pulling the other woman into a front facelock, Wendy throws Onika’s near arm over her shoulders and reaches down taking a handful of her opponent’s bottoms at the hip. Wendy bends at the knees and snap suplexes Cassava out of her boots, if she was wearing any.
The ring rattles and ropes vibrate from the shockwave of impact, Wendy rolls over and crawls on top of the booty champ in a North to South pinning attempt, Wendy’s boobs in Cassava’s face and the Suplex Machine’s face turned sideways atop the Iowan’s F-cups.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Again Cassava kicks out, this time shoving Smith to the side enough that she can roll the opposite direction and buy a few moments. Both women are covered in sweat now, glistening under the hot house lights. Cassava’s white top is now see-through sheer. Both lay on the mat, chests rising and falling as Reginald moves back and forth between them, first to check on the battlers, then to let them know he’s about to start counting both out.
Before that, both women start moving and wobbly get back on their feet. Cassava’s foot shoots up as they close in, and Wendy is a half-second late reacting as the barefoot buries into her abs. Smith’s cheeks puff as her arms fold across her stomach as she doubles over. Onika then clasps her hands together and delivers a double axe handle to the brunette’s back sending her to her knees. Cassava swings her big glutes around and catches Smith in the side of the head, the blow nearly knocks Wendy out as she slumps over on to her side.
Wendy’s eyes look glassy as she slowly blinks looking out to the crowd, while Cassava seems to catch a second wind and yells at the crowd as she slaps her mighty backside, “Who wants some cake!” Going by the cheers? Many. Backing once more into the ropes Onika builds up a little steam and leaps into the air for a running seated senton that crushes Wendy’s gurls. Now straddling the reclining woman’s hills Cassava leans back to grab a leg pulls it forward for leverage, placing her other hand by the brunette’s head. The Superfan whispers as the count starts, “I got some CBD oil in the back for your arm when we’re done.”
ONE..
TWO…
TH-Wendy shoves Cassava off her chest, alternating between rubbing her chest and shoulder coughing out,” save it for your back after I suplex you through the ring.”
Not allowing herself to be discouraged The BMD scrambles to Wendy’s six o’clock. “While that would be cool to see, I’ve got other plans,” Cassava gets low and picks up Smith with a waistlock. Giving her a Heimlich to get her good and breathless Cassava hoists Wendy up and splits her wickets with an Atomic Drop, distracted by the vibrations travelling up her spine the Pennsylvanian couldn’t stop Onika from pulling her bad wing into another hammerlock. Wendy barks out a groan and reaches for Cassava’s face but that arm gets taken as well, The Superfan slips her head under Wendy’s left arm and grabs the back of her left thigh. Using the hammerlock and a hunk of thigh meat to pull the veteran onto her shoulder, Onika pauses to get the blood rushing to Wendy’s back AND to show off Wendy’s tush to the hard cam. After letting the audience enjoy the jiggling from Smith’s fruitless kicking for a bit, Onika throws herself back, smashing Smith onto her hurt forelimb.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQCr_uaWSj8
Wendy jolts and spasms like an electric current is running through her body, twisting to cradle her increasingly hurting arm. As the former Europa tag team champion writhes on the canvas Onika speeds to hit the ropes and rebounds into a low tackle that shifts into a sliding hip attack, pivoting on a foot with expert timing to turn her buns into a low flying missile that blasts Wendy in the face once again! The PA Powerhouse is knocked under the bottom cable onto the apron and slowly slinks off to fall to the floor, Wendy throwing her good arm out to soften her fall just in time. Looking over her shoulder, Cassava sees her target has been bounced to the lower floor, “dang it,” and follows after one half of FAWN’s couple of the year, two years running. She crawls over the bottom rope and hops off the apron onto her naked feet, “Come ‘ere you!’ The Superfan orders playfully, gingerly picking up Wendy from behind, “We’re leaving Suplex City and entering Buns Burg.”
Onika takes a step back to Irish whip the brunette into the farther away steel steps but Smith reverses and pulls the relative rookie into a knee to the gut, Cassava retches and doubles over thrusting out her famous ass for the lucky fans in the front row. Taking her by the bra strap and hem of her short-shorts, pulling up a little on the latter to give a little revenge wedgie, Smith throws Cassava stomach first onto the apron’s edge! The dyed blonde remains thrust on the lip; her upper body under the bottom rope with mouth and eyes wide, breathless and in pain till Smith takes her by the hips and reels her back.
Slinging The Online Sensation’s right arm over her neck The Suplex Machine reaches down and takes a fistful of meaty thigh and with one arm takes Cassava Onika up and splatters her on the padded concrete with a One-armed Back Suplex!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6W015a8ed_k
Both busty brawlers lay on the floor chests slowly rising and falling as the count increases. Placing a hand behind her to push herself up Wendy wearily turns her head to look down at the stunned Sanders-stan, “Buns Burg?” She asks in disbelief.
Still stupefied by the suplex, Cassava answers without moving in her spread-eagled position, “It was all I could think of…”
Wendy trudges on to her feet and into the ring just long enough to reset the count back to zero and heads back outside, deciding it was better tactics to soften up Onika on the outside before taking things back in the Squared Circle. The BMD champ has pulled herself to a seated position with legs splayed out, one hand rubbing the back of her head as she blinks away stars. Seeing an unsuspecting Cassava in prime position, Wendy decides to dust off an oldie. Sitting behind the curvaceous cutie Smith locks her steel hard gams around Cassava’s middle, the crushing vice of the Caucasian woman’s legs stabs sense into Cassava’s addled mind. Before she can even scream Wendy hooks her good arm under Onika’s chin in a Dragon Sleeper snuffing out the dyed blonde’s cry in its infancy.
BEAST CHOKER
youtu.be/3_w2xRJb-gA?t=33
FAWNatics are going NUTS for Wendy’s signature submission! It’s been years since the Beast Choker had graced Orlando’s shores. Onika’s thrashing and writhing in the hold looking for an escape but there’s no room for error in Smith’s application. Her brawny limbs constrict and relax at random moments before switching to steady. Long. Pulses that make Onika see spots and darken the edges of her vision.
“11!... 12!... 13!...”
Hearing the count looming Wendy ceases her pretzeling of The BMD and rolls onto the apron to break the count and goes back outside to collect her serving of rookie. Dragging a now ragdolled Onika by the shirt closer to the apron Wendy sits down and reapplies the Beast Choker! Gurgling piteously in the hold Cassava claws and gropes any part of The PA Powerhouse she can for leverage but another horrific squeeze from Wendy’s bodyscissors makes her lose feeling in her fingers, and when The Powerhouse leans harder into the Dragon Sleeper, thrusting out Cassava’s tits for the phone cams . One looonnng pulse later The Online Sensation feels the last bit of her resistance SNAP!
Now openly sobbing Onika taps, taps, TAPS! She can no longer stand one more second of this torture and taps fervently on the outside mats to end it, the Orlando crowd popping hard for a Smith win. The agonizing hold not relenting an iota, Cassava starts tapping on Smith’s body in a plea for her to let go; one hand weakly, but quickly tapping on the curve of her ass while the other beats a pattern on the swell of the brunette’s breast. Still, The Pennsylvanian does not let go, not because of cold cruelty or sending a message to the newer crop, submissions don’t count outside the ring!
Onika’s silent begging slowing as the Ref. Worthington’s count ticks closer to a draw, Smith finally relinquishes her junior wrestler letting The Superfan flop onto her face, one leg bent under Cassava’s body and letting out repeated short moans as her body convulses. The Suplex Stalwart climbs up the apron and just lays under the bottom rope; breathing heavily and rubbing some feeling into her bad shoulder. The Beast Choker took some pressure off Cassava’s targeted spot and evened the playing field but Wendy’s running on empty at this point. The world’s buffest zebra takes a knee by Smith’s prone form asking in his British accent,” Could we take this back in the ring Ms. Smith? We can’t have the whole match outside.”
Wendy nods listlessly and pats his large bicep, “just taking a breather, I’ll finish it now,” she says exhaustedly.
With a slight groan, Smith makes her now, routine walk to the outside to a still incapacitated Cassava, her face to one side against the pads, butt cheeks to the sky. Wendy huffs a bit at the idea of carrying a limp Cassava into the ring, lightweight or not. Wendy bends over, pulls Cassava’s shorts into a wedgie and gives a relatively light double “swat” on the ass to get her up. When that doesn’t get a response she does it again a little harder.
“Up.” Swat!
“Up!” SWAT!
“You’re in the big leagues now Cassava! Show you belong here!” CRACCK!!! “AAIEEE!!”
Whipping her good arm back, Smith gives The BMD’s BMD a chop that makes the first four rows wince. Ass cheeks wobbling like they’re in an earthquake, Cassava breaks out of her daze and slowly climbs to her feet and pulls her ring togs out of the box canyon. The outline of Smith’s hand peeks out just below the hem of her shorts. Taking The Superfan by the back of the ring togs Wendy gives her the drunkard’s toss through the bottom gap in the ropes, Cassava lumbers to get up as Wendy enters herself. Onika reaches for the ropes to correct her balance but gets turned and pulled into another knee to the navel. Her own knees shaking Cassava has to put a hand on Wendy’s abs to keep from falling over. Taking the bowed girl by the ears Smith pulls her into a standing headscissors.
“Normally I’d pin someone after all that, but I know you’d break the count. So I’m not pilling on. GraaAAAH!” Wendy pulls Onika onto her shoulders in the powerbomb position, the burning in her hurt shoulder wrenching a cry from her lips. Taking two groping handfuls of Onika’s bubble butt to steady the young lioness wrapped around her head, Smith walks her to the nearest corner post, still speaking to her junior despite Smith’s voice being muffled through Onika’s center. “Me making a crater in the ring with your behind is a show of respect.”
Placing the dyed blonde on the top turnbuckle for the N.G.N, Wendy pauses to take a breath and takes Casava by the top of the head to pull it down next to- SLAP! Cassava shows some spark and fires off a palm strike into Wendy’s face! The brunette is stunned for a moment and stumbles back a step, The ASStacular one pulls her back in and flips over the 2x lightweight champ to end up back to back. Cassava squats to creep her palms under Wendy’s armpits and lift the Suplex Machine in a Crucifix Powerbomb stall. With as big a roar as The Superfan can manage she breaks into a run and rams Smith into the canvas with ring rattling force.
BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER
youtu.be/osjsExbWFLk?t=10
The crash landing having by no means a pleasurable effect on her hurt shoulder Smith curls around her wounded wing almost immediately after initial contact. Knowing she had a small window to capitalize on, The Buns of Mass Destruction Champion summons every memory of Kylie Sanders getting up one last time for inspiration, and wills herself to do the same. Hobbling over to Smith she pulls her up quickly in fits and starts. “I respect the hell out of you too,” Cassava breathes out as she gets the brunette to stand somewhat straight, “It’s partly the reason I always wanted to face you.” Cassava bends over into a self-inflicted headscissors, takes Wendy by the back of the knees and stands up. The Suplex Machine’s face submerging booty briefly before Onika readjusts to loop her arms around Smith’s upside down thighs, “I wish I could say that’s why you were on my list.” Onika says in almost a whisper before dropping sharply on her calves knocking Wendy loopy with her patented Axe Guillotine Driver.
UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE
youtu.be/8j3J-wXRRjk?t=9
Wendy's skull is crushed between the rock that is Cassava’s clenched rear and the hard, thinly upholstered plywood, the life in the Powerhouse’s body leaving instantly. The BMD champ readjusts to get her legs out wide and straight and gets Wendy’s shoulders flat on the canvas. The decorated veteran’s face is buried chin to forehead in a facesit. Official Reginald dives to make the count, Cassava clenches her cheeks in time with each slap of the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING!DING!
“Your winner by pinfall… The Buns of Mass Destruction Champion! Cassava Onikaaaa!!!”
In what she’ll remember as one of the highlights of her career Cassava Onika has overcome Wendy Smith in a hard-fought match up. The Superfan collapses on top of the still unmoving Smith, basking in the adoration of the fans as the battle adrenaline begins to fade. The chiselled features of Reginald block Cassava’s view of the house lights, “Need a hand getting up, Miss Onika?”
The dyed blonde nods thankfully and throws a limp hand up that is grasped in Worthington’s larger one, the short victress is pulled up from the wreckage, Wendy’s face slips free from its gluteal confines and she takes in deep, greedy breaths. Cassava lets the Alpha zebra raise her hand for another heartwarming pop from the crowd before scampering off to her original corner. Remembering the bet they made Cassava knows she needs to move fast to reduce as much awkwardness as possible. Bounding over to Wendy’s side Cassava kneels and rips her package to shreds. The throngs chant “What’s in the box…” as the Superfans tears into the brown wrapping sending pieces of it flying. The camera is at just the right angle to block what Cassava is doing. The suspense becomes palpable, those seated closer to the action see Onika doing something to Smith’s attire and a premature cheer goes up! Are we about to see Onika go old school?
No.
In a way, this might be more humiliating for Wendy Smith. With a small smile Onika pulls an insensate Smith to a seat, the cameraman zooms on Wendy’s large chest, now covered in a University of Iowa Hawkeyes jersey!
To all those who haven’t heard Onika and Smith had a friendly bet where the loser had to alter her appearance at the whim of the winner, and it looks Cassava went after Smith’s home state pride. The apparel gets a loud, highly mixed reaction from the FAWNatics; Some find the rookie’s sense of daring delightful, other, more base fans revel in the public humiliation of a bosomy competitor, Diehard Smith and Sammie fans boo their hearts out. And the rest, the former, more obsessive members of the Kylie Corps are either aghast or getting a mild chuckle out of it.
In 2009, Wendy Smith and Kylie Sanders, who was still the apple of everyone’s eye had a heated disagreement in a bar, during a football game between their two schools. A bet was made that the loser had to wear the jersey of the winner, Sanders won, but by then the conflict had worsened and they had to settle things in a match. Smith won the contest and they left as friends, but the outcome of the bet was never addressed again. Until now...
“Hope this doesn’t affect our burgeoning friendship,” Onika gently lays Smith down,” I got a lot of names on the list before I make my BIG moves.” Glancing over Smith’s corner Onika feels an unbearable curiosity taking root. Rolling out of the ring Cassava jogs around the guardrail and looks into the Target bag.
The woman of 1000 Hip attacks is almost appalled, “Hair dye!” Inside the bag is a small box of Garnier permanent hair color creme, the same shade as Wendy herself. With a scoff, Cassava throws the dye back in the bag and drops it by the steps. “You’re damn lucky I didn’t see this before the fight, I would have ridden your nose in every corner. Twice.”
Cassava works a hand under the ring’s apron to pull out her hidden Kylie Corps autograph book with pen compartment, clicking the pen ready as she walks up the ramp Cassava opens the treasure to a bookmarked page where she crosses Wendy’s name off a list. A list containing a crossed-out Kendra LaRue and several unmarked names, among them: Gabby Mendoza, Maeve Kane, Moira Kane, Chrissy Daniel, every member of the Mitchell family, Pandora…
And Bethany Christian.
Fans scurry to their seats not wanting to miss a second of the imminent bout, a rematch of the highlight of the undercard of Spring Break 2020. Rumour has it Cassava and Wendy have some sort of side bet on the match, let’s see if that plays a factor….
KICKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
The short but curvaceous Black woman steps through the curtain, quickly raising a fist to the cries of the crowd. A smiling Cassava Onika paces from one side of the stage to another, she carries a medium-sized package wrapped in brown paper is clutching it loosely. The New Media Mistress starts punching the air to hype herself up then launches into a jumping spin kick that carries her back to the center. The giant screen above Cassava displaying a chibi anime version of the FAWN fresh meat; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric, keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white 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 and design of the belt dictated that the gold plate be showcased just above its holder’s buns. The inward curve of the center gold plate resting on Onika’s shelf of booty like it was always meant to be there. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
At the top of the ramp, Cassava swings her hips into a turn that puts her back to the audience, presenting an ass that makes LaKeisha Bates self-conscious whether she admits it or not. Doing a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling audience, Cassava dips low and makes her cheeks clap to a suddenly roaring and appreciative audience before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
“FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT, AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
CASSAVA ONIKA
The Superfan seems just a tad less fun-loving and a tad more fight oriented, greeting fans alongside the isle but keeping her sights on the ring ahead. Cassava wants to avenge her loss and cross Wendy’s name off her list, which fans are slowly becoming aware of, if not the reasons why the PA Powerhouse on it. Or why it’s such a focus for the booty battler... but the mystery of the list takes a backseat to the stellar in-ring action in the minds of the FAWNatics. the no strings wrestling exhibition from their last encounter was a palate cleanser from the emotion and grudge heavy battles that come with the territory of fighting in the top company.
Nearly completing her circuit of fan greets Cassava looks in the ring to the FAWN’s newest and buffest referee Reginald, who is just poured in those black and white stripes (Bethany Christian insisted on taking the measurements herself and supervised the fitting).
REGINALD ASHLEY WORTHINGTON THE THIRD
A cheeky grin spreads across her face, she drops her package at her corner practically skips to the announcer, Onika cups his ear and whispers something. He chuckles and brings the microphone to his lips.
“OFFICIATING THE MATCH WILL BE THE ‘TESTOSTERONE TEDDY BEAR’ REGINALD WORTHINGTON THE THIRD!!!”
Reggie lets out a small laugh as he gets a small pop from the crowd and a playfully curls a bicep, causing men in the audience to wince from the high pitched squealing from the female fans. Giggling, Cassava rolls into the ring and goes to her corner for a pat-down. Reggie lightly touches her shoulders and wrists inspecting for foreign objects.
Kneeling down to check her feet he asks, “Been waiting to use that one?”
“Nah, just thought of it, got a good one in the waiting for Al, though… “ they share a chuckle as Smith’s music starts to play through the stadium’s speakers.
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
After the super-powered looking referee finishes inspecting Onika the ring announcer continues, “Ladies and gentlemen, she hails from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and she is the former two-time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
It wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and Mayor of Suplex City comes breezing through the curtain. Smith comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, throwing up her fists and offering a bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. In her left hand is a Target Bag. It seems like Wendy as always, looks fired up as she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, she moves to the center of the ramp and crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt asking, “YOU GUYS READY!”
WENDY SMITH:
The FAWN crowd roars, as the PA Powerhouse jerks the t-shirt over her head and throws it out into the crowd. Wendy is clad in a black sports bra up top, her bottoms are a wrestling singlet that is a baby blue color with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet is little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel are a pair crossed of sledgehammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads.
The FAWNatics cheer their approval as Wendy is making her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slaps a few hands and begins sprinting down the runway. The FAWNatics cheer the bouncing brunette on as she dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith pops to her feet quickly and makes a bee-line across the canvas and hits the ropes and bounces back. She crisscrosses the ring before coming to a stop and raising her arms again to the crowd before she heads to her corner.
The crowd begins chanting, “What’s in the bag! What’s in the bag….“ Wendy just grins.
Smith allows the referee Reggie to check her over, Wendy seems less affected than most of the wrestlers at the sight of the man that stands over a foot taller than her and has the sculpted features of a god.
Reggie says, “All good, you ready for tonight?.”
Wendy nods and does give him a small smile, “How ya doing Reg?”
Reggie nods and smiles, “Good, you to going to tear the house down”
Wendy nods, “That’s the plan.”
The crowd grows quiet for a few seconds as Reg steps back out to the center of the ring, and in a loud voice yells, “Ring the Bell!”
DING! DING
The two powerful beauties dart out of their corners at a swift pace, meeting briefly at center ring for a quick handshake before separating and circling the perimeter in mirrored crouches. Wendy dashes forward for a single leg but Cassava moves it out of reach and goes low for a front facelock, Wendy sees it coming and retreats in time. She goes for a wrist lock but Cassava anticipates, ducking under the limb on one knee and slipping behind Smith for a waistlock, Wendy grabs The Superfan by wrists before her palms can meet and reverses the hold. The PA Powerhouse pops her hips for a German Suplex but Onika hooks her legs on Wendy’s thighs stopping the throw, using her naturally low center of gravity Onika escapes the hug by retreating through Wendy’s legs. Caught unbalanced by the newer hire’s escape Wendy catches herself mid stumble and whips a clothesline around to hopefully catch a still rising blonde. Cassava ducks the brawny arm just in time and uses the movement to launch a swinging roundhouse kick aimed at the decorated ex-champ’s cheek. Not her first time dealing with a striker; Wendy evades and jumps back a few steps, wanting some breathing room between the two. There’s a pregnant moment of silence, the two women staring each other down silently till Cassava throws both fists in air yelling “wooo!”
At that break in tension, the FAWNatics get loud and rowdy, who doesn’t love a couple of bodacious warriors going at it? Wendy grins and adds a golf clap to the cacophony. “Not bad, not bad. I hope you don’t mind me pointing those buns of yours to the lights one more time, gotta remind the bigwigs that I’m championship material.”
Cassava chuckles and jumps lightly foot to foot, imitating a trait of Smith’s,” If it happens, it happens. Either way, you’re getting a double serving of cake and if things go my way? Looking a lot different than how you came in.
After some gentle prodding from Ref. Worthington the opposing pair start circling once again. The dance ends almost as soon as it began, the two rush into an Elbow and Collar tie-up, each pushing and shoving in an attempt to overpower the other. Wendy gets a hand under Onika’s chin and starts craning her neck, The Superfan giving away ground slowly, controlled by her chin Smith points Onika’s back toward a set of buckles- Cassava breaks the tie-up and pivots on a heel, Wendy lurches forward under her own momentum and The Superfan works her head under the Pennsylvanian’s left shoulder while taking her hands. Cassava pulls down on Wendy’s wrists to make them hunch down then whips back in a wide arc slamming Wendy’s neck and shoulders first into the mat with a “Thud!”
T- DANGER SUPLEX
youtu.be/rTm8E60e6wI?t=323
Contrary to Smith’s previous statement it was HER buns pointed at the lights as the official dived for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-NOOO!!!
Wendy spasms out of the pin and falls onto her front, Cassava wins the race to their feet and pulls Wendy by the elbow. Mixed in with the crowd’s “Oooooh!” of respect to the rare move was a tone of “Oh no she didn’t!” Laying down the suplex gauntlet to the woman who made them famous.
Back in the ring, Onika was going to work on Wendy’s arm with wringers and tart little kicks to the bicep. Hissing in pain Smith takes a swipe at the Iowan but Onika twists into an armbar before she can connect, slapping at her own shoulder to dull the pain Wendy tries to talk some sense into The Online Sensation before she goes too far.
“Throwing out a rare suplex against me? Right at the beginning? Not sure you want to go down that road, Cassava.”
The dyed blonde chuckles and transitions into a deep hammerlock, trapping the brunette’s hand between her own shoulder blades. She purrs platonically as possible into Wendy’s ear, “No disrespect meant. I got a strategy to implement and new moves to carry it through, I’m not just a piece of assaAAH!”
Reaching behind to take Cassava by the back of the head Wendy Snapmares The BMD onto her famous cheeks. Digging her strong hands into Onika’s trapezius muscles Smith digs a couple of knee thrusts into a yelping Iowan’s back. After she’s good and tenderized Smith pulls her up by the armpits and Irish Whips Cassava to the far ropes. The Superfan rebounds with a clothesline cocked and ready that whiffs over a speeding Wendy’s head, Cassava stops herself and turns just to eat a Smith-style hip attack from off the cables.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=35SLmsvQVu4
The FAWNatIcs are aghast at the match’s blatant display of gimmick infringement! Cassava is blasted off her feet and flipped onto her face by Wendy’s powerful glutes.
The PA Powerhouse never gave much focus to her impressive backside as a weapon, but as Cassava just found out it’s in Smith’s playbook. Wendy grins, “Turn around being fair play. No disrespect.” and bows to Onika.
On the mat Kylie’s number one fan looks angry for a moment, but nods her head, “Touche”
Wendy waits for Cassava to get to her feet, the pair make a half-circle before moving back to lock up. Smith drops her hips and ducks under the Iowan fist, Smith’s left arm shoots under the BMD sensation’s own, the right follows quickly and Onika finds herself trapped in a full nelson. Wendy taunts, “Let’s see if your chin can touch those big boobs.”
Mostly thanks to the red bra Cassava is wearing the answer turns out to be a solid ‘Yes’.
The hold looks painful as Smith shoves the blonde’s face towards her own cleavage. Onika tries stomping on Wendy’s toes, but the veteran avoids the escape attempt. Cassava tries powering out of the hold to no avail. Wendy turns the dark-skinned beauty around, pulling her first to the left and then right to keep the trapped woman off balance. Having failed twice to escape Cassava calls on her biggest ‘Weapon’ she pulls her hips out as far as possible and then with all the steam she can sends the booty into Wendy’s lower belly and lap.
FAWNatics for several rows can actually hear the air escape Smith, and the Booty Queen repeats the hip attack. Wendy staggers backwards, arms folded across her lower stomach, Cassava spins wincing as she lifts her arm and slams a clothesline across the brunette’s D-cups. Wendy slams into the canvas with knees bent as she tries to refill now empty lungs.
Cassava with a little of her anger showing turns to race for the ropes Smith’s feet are pointed towards. The FAWN fan turned FAWN wrestler hits the cables springing back like a blonde pinball, Cassava is just about to run over Wendy when she leaps and throws her legs out, looking to land the biggest booty in the business on Wendy’s chest. Smith’s eyes go wide as she sees Onika take off and her wrestling experience kicks in as she rolls.
KAABLAAAM!
The ring shakes, rattles and rolls. Cassava sits in shocked pain as she comes up empty, tailbone and backside tingling from the impact. A few feet away Wendy sucks in large gasps of air, but then she’s on hands and knees crawling behind her seated opponent. Smith gets to one knee behind Onika sliding her arms around the thicc wrestler, working the reverse bearhug right under Cassava’s F-cups Wendy starts lifting her. She doesn’t stop, it’s nearly slow motion as Wendy bends backwards and puts Cassava’s head and shoulders on the canvas while the Suplex Machine holds a bridge. Now the champ of BMD has her BMD pointed at the lights.
ONE…
TWO...
NO!
Cassava gets her rump moving and rolls out of the pinning attempt. Reginald turns to the timekeeper holding up two fingers so there is no confusion.
The Suplex Machine rolls up to one knee, her face red from the lack of air and the exertion of lifting the blonde.
Taking a few deep breaths Wendy pushes up when she sees Cassava doing the same. Smith doesn’t let the Iowan stand full before she plows into her and forces her back against the turnbuckles pressed chest to chest. The PA Powerhouse hooks her opponent’s arms over the top rope. Still leaning in Wendy hoarsely says, “If you want witty banter, you need to stop knocking the wind out of me.”
Standing back Worthington orders Smith out of the corner, but only gets a smile and a nod, before Wendy turns and Onika gets a chop to the cleavage. Cassava hisses and shrinks her body, arms pulled in and chin down. The Suplex Machine doesn’t look apologetic as she works an arm under Onika’s looking to hip toss her out of the corner. Cassava hooks her free arm around the top rope to block, Wendy tries resetting the Head of the Kylie Cult but she pulls her in and trades places with the brunette.
The Autograph seeking fangirl seems to snap, the first is a straight punch into Wendy’s forehead, then she slams a trio of forearms to Wendy’s juggs, and then a pair of knee lifts to Smith’s stomach. Turning Cassava screams to the universe and makes a semi-circle to the center of the squared circle and rushes back in. Stunned, Wendy hangs in the corner, and this time can’t get out of the way as Cassava leaps and half turns in mid-air. The BMD slams into Wendy’s chest and stomach crushing her between booty and buckles.
Reginald tells Cassava to keep things out of the corner. The scolding from the giant referee seems to calm Onika down a bit. Wendy after being crushed sinks to the canvas, and then does the veteran move, she rolls out of the ring.
“Gawd damn it,” Wendy hoarsely out, rubbing her abdomen, “I think I have an ass imprint on my ribs.” The brawny brunette walks the perimeter of the guard rail to get her breathing back, fans slapping their support on her shoulder and arm as she passes. In the ring the official's count reaches “Three!! As Onika retreats to a corner and sits cross-legged, practicing Mokuso. Meditation learned through her martial arts training to clear her mind and get back her focus, losing a match because of your temper is a real rookie move. At “ Twelve!!” Cassava kips up to her feet and Wendy’s breathing and colour are back to normal. Wendy strides past the steel steps to roll under the bottom rope but sees Cassava sitting on the second and pushing up the first, offering Wendy a respectful way in or possibly some sort of ploy?
“No tricks,” Cassava promises, raising a hand in the air,” I swear on my official Kylie Corps membership certificate.” Wendy scrutinizes the young lioness before taking up her offer. Cassava had sat on the rope facing her, looking Wendy in the eyes. Had she sat facing away from her, pointing her god-given weapon at Smith she would have seen it as a clear taunt and made the potential bitch pay for it. Still, The Sultana of Suplex steps through the ropes cautiously with her head pointed towards Onika, looking for any sign of attack and giving Cassava a good view down her top at what'll smother her out if she fights dirty. It looks like those fears are unwarranted, Smith enters the ring unaccosted and Onika dismounts the cable to join her at the middle of the ring.
“Sorry I lost my cool there,” Cassava apologies, appearing genuine from what Wendy can see,” didn’t set out to come at you like that, my blood got up.”
Hands on hips Wendy tilts her head, “It happens. You didn’t go low or catty so we’re cool,” she raises her hand in the air for a test of strength. “Next time the match kicks into next gear, though? It’ll stay there.”
Cassava rises to the challenge and ups it with her other hand,” you got it.”
The muscles of their full bodies flex simultaneously, teeth-gritting and locked into a heated staredown Wendy and Cassava pour their everything into dominating the other. Smith seems to have superior upper body strength, overturning an increasingly worried Onika’s wrists and forcing her knee to lower inch by inch. Wendy looks down at a redfaced Cassava, The Online Sensation now having to crane her neck to look the decorated veteran in the eye or look straight ahead into the Pennsylvanian’s smother bumpers. With a playful look on her face Smith arches her back into the test and wags her shoulders treating Cassava to some light smacks on her cheeks (bapbapbap) with getting some sputters out of the BMD champ and making that knee go a little lower but still not touching the canvas.
“I know you’re a Sanders fan but follow a different workout regimine,” Smith gives her another boob slap earning some hooting from the FAWNatics. “I’d recommend Cardio as the next step up.”
Feeling that hot rumbling in the back of her head that told her to hurt people that disrespected her idol, Onika channelled that urge into her legs. Slowly reversing her descent with a growing roar that was echoed by stands.
With a pained grin on her face Cassava retorts through gritted teeth,” Considering her title history and my record…” she forces the brunette back a step, “maybe I should show you how it's done. We can make it a segment on my show!”
Onika doesn’t have junk in her trunk but a powerful engine. Her lower body strength is up there with FAWN’s best and she’s proving that with each step given away by the Suplex Machine. Using her superior grip of the mat with her bare feet Cassava points Smith towards a set of buckles, a place Smith wants to avoid at all costs knowing the multitude of stinkface techniques the Iowan has at her disposal. Widening her stance Wendy stops their trek with an abrupt ”smeck!” of their bellies. Not willing to let her carefully planned strategy slip away, Cassava slaps her toned but softer tummy against Wendy’s tight abs.
Smeck! Smeck! Smeck!
The Powerhouse slides back a few centimetres but Wendy bears down and answers with some belly flops of her own, her strengthened core getting deep grunts out of The Superfan.
SMECK! SMECK! SMECK!
Cassava loses all the ground she gained and then some, a battle of the bellies turned out to be a grave mistake. Her grunts become little whines as Wendy thrusts harder looking to back the unaffiliated upstart into her own corner. Timing Wendy’s next attack with desperation as a motivator Cassava lurches to the side knocking her opponent’s left shoulder with her right upsetting the brawny brunette and forcing them into another stalemate; now forehead to forehead with joined arms straight out at their sides and shaking with fatigue, neither lightweight will admit defeat, their pride and the future power dynamic between the two is on the line by this point. The intense gaze between the two wrestlers drew in the fans’ attention… then the collective conscious dropped its POV a few inches south, to wear each wrestler juggs rolled and mushroomed against each other; their combined volume far exceeding the space in which they share. The sight of Wendy’s mountains in a shoving match with Cassava’s slightly larger mountains distract the audience from the quality of match and they, for a moment, delight in the aesthetics presented. Even a polite and respectful gentleman of Ref. Worthington’s calibre stares at the collective sweat ebbing down their combatting cleavage. The feeling of turgid nipples flicking across her own makes Onika glance down at the epic battle going on below their noses and struck by a strange mix of arousal and inspiration.
“Omigawd I just thought of the next chapter of my Shrunken Sammie Sinclair fanfiction epic.”
Wendy Smith is broken out of her competitive haze immediately, “What? Ahh!!”
The Superfan takes a step back and kicks out her leg straight up and brings down her heel on Wendy’s left hand freeing her right, putting both hands on Wendy’s right wrist Cassava leads the brunette in the other direction with an armbar. A halting, excruciating pace fraught with arm wringers and jumping yanks of her elbow. Near the shadow of the post but not close enough for Smith to grab a rope break, Onika gives her foe a friendly warning, “Now this next part is gonna hurt a lot, but I practiced this a few times and you’re going to be fine.” Breaking into a full run while dragging Smith behind her Cassava races diagonally across the ring into a baseball slide out onto the padded concrete. Smith slides on her front, the coarse material of the canvas rubbing unkindly against her chin and top swell of her breast till her momentum is topped with a crowd cringing “CLANG” of her shoulder against the steel post.
“AAaargh!!!” Wendy screams and grabs her wounded limb, pain radiating from her shoulder throughout her body. Pulling herself to a seat in the corner she rests her head against the bottom buckle a moment with tears at the corners of her eyes, “Oh you goddamnmmPPGHH!”
As Smith collected herself The Buns of Mass Destruction Champion had sprinted around the outside of the ring to the farthest corner from Wendy and rolled back into the ring, kipped up, and ran full speed to blast Wendy in the forehead with her medicine ball like backside. The back of Smith’s head bangs against her bottom buckle making her chin an easy target for Cassava’s trained cheeks! Covering the brunette’s chin to the bridge of her nose, all of Wendy’s vision was encompassed by The BMD’s backside as she got her first stinkface in quite some time.
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As the Booty eclipse engulfs Wendy’s face, her arms and legs flail, Cassava tries to grind Smith’s nose off as her BMD shakes and gyrates. Onika’s almost lost in the stinkface is pulled back into reality when Reginald shouts, “FOUR!”
The Iowan shoots out of the corner realizing she is close to pushing the rules too far. Cassava is taking some shortcuts now but doesn’t want to go too far and be disqualified. Wendy, still seated in the corner, sputters and gasps in much-needed oxygen before she starts to pull herself up with aid from the ropes. The dyed blonde charges back in grabbing Smith around the noggin. Onika drops to one knee yanking Wendy over with a snapmare, the brunette lands on her butt with legs extended.
Cassava stands tall before cocking her elbow and dropping back to one knee drives the point of her elbow into Wendy’s shoulder, the same one that hit the ring post. Smith cries out as the pain is doubled in her shoulder, but Kylie’s number one fan isn’t done. She puts her knee into Wendy’s spine and cups her chin pulling back on the brunette’s head in a wicked-looking chinlock. Worthington kneels out in front of the action asking the former two-time lightweight champ if she wants to submit.
“GGRRRRNO!” Is the answer that comes through gritted teeth. Wendy pushes on Cassava’s hands as she turns her hips and manages to slide off Onika’s knee before pushing up to her feet. The blonde is about an inch or two shorter than the PA Powerhouse, but she hangs on switching to a side headlock. Wendy’s cheek is pressed against Cassava’s side boob as they stumble a few steps together. Smith gets her arm across the BMD champ’s back and shoves her off into the ropes. The only problem being they are too close to the strands for Wendy to catch a break, but she’s able to switch plans on a dime. Cassava is able to turn and hit the ropes properly and when she springs back Wendy’s shoulder is there to meet her.
Cassava blasted in the chest goes down, but Wendy who stays on her feet is the one that cries out and turns away clutching at her wounded shoulder, mentally cursing the lack of time to adjust her stance before the tackle. Wendy walks around the ring, rubbing her shoulder, shaking out her arm, so much so it prompts Reginald to ask, “You ok Wendy? Can you go on?”
Wendy only nods through a grimace. Kylie’s biggest fan is back up on her feet and seeing Smith’s discomfort charges down the brunette. Cassava clearly hoped to get the drop on Smith, but the Suplex Machine moves towards her and catches her in a bearhug. The exotic looking woman may have been able to power out of Wendy’s grip if the Suplex Machine didn’t send Cassava flying with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
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Cassava lands hard on the thinly covered boards, her juggs dancing around her chest. The move cost Wendy though, and it seems like her shoulder didn’t appreciate the move, but still, the veteran crawls over and with her good arm hooks one of Onika’s thick thighs maybe hoping to end things here.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The bottled blonde kicks out clearly in time. Wendy rolls over sitting on the canvas for a second and then huffs before getting back to her feet. The Suplex Machine rolls her shoulders, then giving the wounded one a rub she moves to catch Cassava as she starts to rise. Pulling the other woman into a front facelock, Wendy throws Onika’s near arm over her shoulders and reaches down taking a handful of her opponent’s bottoms at the hip. Wendy bends at the knees and snap suplexes Cassava out of her boots, if she was wearing any.
The ring rattles and ropes vibrate from the shockwave of impact, Wendy rolls over and crawls on top of the booty champ in a North to South pinning attempt, Wendy’s boobs in Cassava’s face and the Suplex Machine’s face turned sideways atop the Iowan’s F-cups.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Again Cassava kicks out, this time shoving Smith to the side enough that she can roll the opposite direction and buy a few moments. Both women are covered in sweat now, glistening under the hot house lights. Cassava’s white top is now see-through sheer. Both lay on the mat, chests rising and falling as Reginald moves back and forth between them, first to check on the battlers, then to let them know he’s about to start counting both out.
Before that, both women start moving and wobbly get back on their feet. Cassava’s foot shoots up as they close in, and Wendy is a half-second late reacting as the barefoot buries into her abs. Smith’s cheeks puff as her arms fold across her stomach as she doubles over. Onika then clasps her hands together and delivers a double axe handle to the brunette’s back sending her to her knees. Cassava swings her big glutes around and catches Smith in the side of the head, the blow nearly knocks Wendy out as she slumps over on to her side.
Wendy’s eyes look glassy as she slowly blinks looking out to the crowd, while Cassava seems to catch a second wind and yells at the crowd as she slaps her mighty backside, “Who wants some cake!” Going by the cheers? Many. Backing once more into the ropes Onika builds up a little steam and leaps into the air for a running seated senton that crushes Wendy’s gurls. Now straddling the reclining woman’s hills Cassava leans back to grab a leg pulls it forward for leverage, placing her other hand by the brunette’s head. The Superfan whispers as the count starts, “I got some CBD oil in the back for your arm when we’re done.”
ONE..
TWO…
TH-Wendy shoves Cassava off her chest, alternating between rubbing her chest and shoulder coughing out,” save it for your back after I suplex you through the ring.”
Not allowing herself to be discouraged The BMD scrambles to Wendy’s six o’clock. “While that would be cool to see, I’ve got other plans,” Cassava gets low and picks up Smith with a waistlock. Giving her a Heimlich to get her good and breathless Cassava hoists Wendy up and splits her wickets with an Atomic Drop, distracted by the vibrations travelling up her spine the Pennsylvanian couldn’t stop Onika from pulling her bad wing into another hammerlock. Wendy barks out a groan and reaches for Cassava’s face but that arm gets taken as well, The Superfan slips her head under Wendy’s left arm and grabs the back of her left thigh. Using the hammerlock and a hunk of thigh meat to pull the veteran onto her shoulder, Onika pauses to get the blood rushing to Wendy’s back AND to show off Wendy’s tush to the hard cam. After letting the audience enjoy the jiggling from Smith’s fruitless kicking for a bit, Onika throws herself back, smashing Smith onto her hurt forelimb.
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Wendy jolts and spasms like an electric current is running through her body, twisting to cradle her increasingly hurting arm. As the former Europa tag team champion writhes on the canvas Onika speeds to hit the ropes and rebounds into a low tackle that shifts into a sliding hip attack, pivoting on a foot with expert timing to turn her buns into a low flying missile that blasts Wendy in the face once again! The PA Powerhouse is knocked under the bottom cable onto the apron and slowly slinks off to fall to the floor, Wendy throwing her good arm out to soften her fall just in time. Looking over her shoulder, Cassava sees her target has been bounced to the lower floor, “dang it,” and follows after one half of FAWN’s couple of the year, two years running. She crawls over the bottom rope and hops off the apron onto her naked feet, “Come ‘ere you!’ The Superfan orders playfully, gingerly picking up Wendy from behind, “We’re leaving Suplex City and entering Buns Burg.”
Onika takes a step back to Irish whip the brunette into the farther away steel steps but Smith reverses and pulls the relative rookie into a knee to the gut, Cassava retches and doubles over thrusting out her famous ass for the lucky fans in the front row. Taking her by the bra strap and hem of her short-shorts, pulling up a little on the latter to give a little revenge wedgie, Smith throws Cassava stomach first onto the apron’s edge! The dyed blonde remains thrust on the lip; her upper body under the bottom rope with mouth and eyes wide, breathless and in pain till Smith takes her by the hips and reels her back.
Slinging The Online Sensation’s right arm over her neck The Suplex Machine reaches down and takes a fistful of meaty thigh and with one arm takes Cassava Onika up and splatters her on the padded concrete with a One-armed Back Suplex!
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Both busty brawlers lay on the floor chests slowly rising and falling as the count increases. Placing a hand behind her to push herself up Wendy wearily turns her head to look down at the stunned Sanders-stan, “Buns Burg?” She asks in disbelief.
Still stupefied by the suplex, Cassava answers without moving in her spread-eagled position, “It was all I could think of…”
Wendy trudges on to her feet and into the ring just long enough to reset the count back to zero and heads back outside, deciding it was better tactics to soften up Onika on the outside before taking things back in the Squared Circle. The BMD champ has pulled herself to a seated position with legs splayed out, one hand rubbing the back of her head as she blinks away stars. Seeing an unsuspecting Cassava in prime position, Wendy decides to dust off an oldie. Sitting behind the curvaceous cutie Smith locks her steel hard gams around Cassava’s middle, the crushing vice of the Caucasian woman’s legs stabs sense into Cassava’s addled mind. Before she can even scream Wendy hooks her good arm under Onika’s chin in a Dragon Sleeper snuffing out the dyed blonde’s cry in its infancy.
BEAST CHOKER
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FAWNatics are going NUTS for Wendy’s signature submission! It’s been years since the Beast Choker had graced Orlando’s shores. Onika’s thrashing and writhing in the hold looking for an escape but there’s no room for error in Smith’s application. Her brawny limbs constrict and relax at random moments before switching to steady. Long. Pulses that make Onika see spots and darken the edges of her vision.
“11!... 12!... 13!...”
Hearing the count looming Wendy ceases her pretzeling of The BMD and rolls onto the apron to break the count and goes back outside to collect her serving of rookie. Dragging a now ragdolled Onika by the shirt closer to the apron Wendy sits down and reapplies the Beast Choker! Gurgling piteously in the hold Cassava claws and gropes any part of The PA Powerhouse she can for leverage but another horrific squeeze from Wendy’s bodyscissors makes her lose feeling in her fingers, and when The Powerhouse leans harder into the Dragon Sleeper, thrusting out Cassava’s tits for the phone cams . One looonnng pulse later The Online Sensation feels the last bit of her resistance SNAP!
Now openly sobbing Onika taps, taps, TAPS! She can no longer stand one more second of this torture and taps fervently on the outside mats to end it, the Orlando crowd popping hard for a Smith win. The agonizing hold not relenting an iota, Cassava starts tapping on Smith’s body in a plea for her to let go; one hand weakly, but quickly tapping on the curve of her ass while the other beats a pattern on the swell of the brunette’s breast. Still, The Pennsylvanian does not let go, not because of cold cruelty or sending a message to the newer crop, submissions don’t count outside the ring!
Onika’s silent begging slowing as the Ref. Worthington’s count ticks closer to a draw, Smith finally relinquishes her junior wrestler letting The Superfan flop onto her face, one leg bent under Cassava’s body and letting out repeated short moans as her body convulses. The Suplex Stalwart climbs up the apron and just lays under the bottom rope; breathing heavily and rubbing some feeling into her bad shoulder. The Beast Choker took some pressure off Cassava’s targeted spot and evened the playing field but Wendy’s running on empty at this point. The world’s buffest zebra takes a knee by Smith’s prone form asking in his British accent,” Could we take this back in the ring Ms. Smith? We can’t have the whole match outside.”
Wendy nods listlessly and pats his large bicep, “just taking a breather, I’ll finish it now,” she says exhaustedly.
With a slight groan, Smith makes her now, routine walk to the outside to a still incapacitated Cassava, her face to one side against the pads, butt cheeks to the sky. Wendy huffs a bit at the idea of carrying a limp Cassava into the ring, lightweight or not. Wendy bends over, pulls Cassava’s shorts into a wedgie and gives a relatively light double “swat” on the ass to get her up. When that doesn’t get a response she does it again a little harder.
“Up.” Swat!
“Up!” SWAT!
“You’re in the big leagues now Cassava! Show you belong here!” CRACCK!!! “AAIEEE!!”
Whipping her good arm back, Smith gives The BMD’s BMD a chop that makes the first four rows wince. Ass cheeks wobbling like they’re in an earthquake, Cassava breaks out of her daze and slowly climbs to her feet and pulls her ring togs out of the box canyon. The outline of Smith’s hand peeks out just below the hem of her shorts. Taking The Superfan by the back of the ring togs Wendy gives her the drunkard’s toss through the bottom gap in the ropes, Cassava lumbers to get up as Wendy enters herself. Onika reaches for the ropes to correct her balance but gets turned and pulled into another knee to the navel. Her own knees shaking Cassava has to put a hand on Wendy’s abs to keep from falling over. Taking the bowed girl by the ears Smith pulls her into a standing headscissors.
“Normally I’d pin someone after all that, but I know you’d break the count. So I’m not pilling on. GraaAAAH!” Wendy pulls Onika onto her shoulders in the powerbomb position, the burning in her hurt shoulder wrenching a cry from her lips. Taking two groping handfuls of Onika’s bubble butt to steady the young lioness wrapped around her head, Smith walks her to the nearest corner post, still speaking to her junior despite Smith’s voice being muffled through Onika’s center. “Me making a crater in the ring with your behind is a show of respect.”
Placing the dyed blonde on the top turnbuckle for the N.G.N, Wendy pauses to take a breath and takes Casava by the top of the head to pull it down next to- SLAP! Cassava shows some spark and fires off a palm strike into Wendy’s face! The brunette is stunned for a moment and stumbles back a step, The ASStacular one pulls her back in and flips over the 2x lightweight champ to end up back to back. Cassava squats to creep her palms under Wendy’s armpits and lift the Suplex Machine in a Crucifix Powerbomb stall. With as big a roar as The Superfan can manage she breaks into a run and rams Smith into the canvas with ring rattling force.
BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER
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The crash landing having by no means a pleasurable effect on her hurt shoulder Smith curls around her wounded wing almost immediately after initial contact. Knowing she had a small window to capitalize on, The Buns of Mass Destruction Champion summons every memory of Kylie Sanders getting up one last time for inspiration, and wills herself to do the same. Hobbling over to Smith she pulls her up quickly in fits and starts. “I respect the hell out of you too,” Cassava breathes out as she gets the brunette to stand somewhat straight, “It’s partly the reason I always wanted to face you.” Cassava bends over into a self-inflicted headscissors, takes Wendy by the back of the knees and stands up. The Suplex Machine’s face submerging booty briefly before Onika readjusts to loop her arms around Smith’s upside down thighs, “I wish I could say that’s why you were on my list.” Onika says in almost a whisper before dropping sharply on her calves knocking Wendy loopy with her patented Axe Guillotine Driver.
UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE
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Wendy's skull is crushed between the rock that is Cassava’s clenched rear and the hard, thinly upholstered plywood, the life in the Powerhouse’s body leaving instantly. The BMD champ readjusts to get her legs out wide and straight and gets Wendy’s shoulders flat on the canvas. The decorated veteran’s face is buried chin to forehead in a facesit. Official Reginald dives to make the count, Cassava clenches her cheeks in time with each slap of the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING!DING!
“Your winner by pinfall… The Buns of Mass Destruction Champion! Cassava Onikaaaa!!!”
In what she’ll remember as one of the highlights of her career Cassava Onika has overcome Wendy Smith in a hard-fought match up. The Superfan collapses on top of the still unmoving Smith, basking in the adoration of the fans as the battle adrenaline begins to fade. The chiselled features of Reginald block Cassava’s view of the house lights, “Need a hand getting up, Miss Onika?”
The dyed blonde nods thankfully and throws a limp hand up that is grasped in Worthington’s larger one, the short victress is pulled up from the wreckage, Wendy’s face slips free from its gluteal confines and she takes in deep, greedy breaths. Cassava lets the Alpha zebra raise her hand for another heartwarming pop from the crowd before scampering off to her original corner. Remembering the bet they made Cassava knows she needs to move fast to reduce as much awkwardness as possible. Bounding over to Wendy’s side Cassava kneels and rips her package to shreds. The throngs chant “What’s in the box…” as the Superfans tears into the brown wrapping sending pieces of it flying. The camera is at just the right angle to block what Cassava is doing. The suspense becomes palpable, those seated closer to the action see Onika doing something to Smith’s attire and a premature cheer goes up! Are we about to see Onika go old school?
No.
In a way, this might be more humiliating for Wendy Smith. With a small smile Onika pulls an insensate Smith to a seat, the cameraman zooms on Wendy’s large chest, now covered in a University of Iowa Hawkeyes jersey!
To all those who haven’t heard Onika and Smith had a friendly bet where the loser had to alter her appearance at the whim of the winner, and it looks Cassava went after Smith’s home state pride. The apparel gets a loud, highly mixed reaction from the FAWNatics; Some find the rookie’s sense of daring delightful, other, more base fans revel in the public humiliation of a bosomy competitor, Diehard Smith and Sammie fans boo their hearts out. And the rest, the former, more obsessive members of the Kylie Corps are either aghast or getting a mild chuckle out of it.
In 2009, Wendy Smith and Kylie Sanders, who was still the apple of everyone’s eye had a heated disagreement in a bar, during a football game between their two schools. A bet was made that the loser had to wear the jersey of the winner, Sanders won, but by then the conflict had worsened and they had to settle things in a match. Smith won the contest and they left as friends, but the outcome of the bet was never addressed again. Until now...
“Hope this doesn’t affect our burgeoning friendship,” Onika gently lays Smith down,” I got a lot of names on the list before I make my BIG moves.” Glancing over Smith’s corner Onika feels an unbearable curiosity taking root. Rolling out of the ring Cassava jogs around the guardrail and looks into the Target bag.
The woman of 1000 Hip attacks is almost appalled, “Hair dye!” Inside the bag is a small box of Garnier permanent hair color creme, the same shade as Wendy herself. With a scoff, Cassava throws the dye back in the bag and drops it by the steps. “You’re damn lucky I didn’t see this before the fight, I would have ridden your nose in every corner. Twice.”
Cassava works a hand under the ring’s apron to pull out her hidden Kylie Corps autograph book with pen compartment, clicking the pen ready as she walks up the ramp Cassava opens the treasure to a bookmarked page where she crosses Wendy’s name off a list. A list containing a crossed-out Kendra LaRue and several unmarked names, among them: Gabby Mendoza, Maeve Kane, Moira Kane, Chrissy Daniel, every member of the Mitchell family, Pandora…
And Bethany Christian.