Post by hawkeye on Jul 5, 2020 18:09:56 GMT
Everybody loves a Rubber match! Whether its a blow-off to a short and glorious feud or just the first chapter in a rivalry that lasts decades, that third match in a series holds a special weight in hearts of competitors and fans alike. For some, that’s finally proving you got the skills to hang with the woman who was your better twice in a row. In Wendy and Cassava’s case it’ about making a declarative statement.
You’re good, but I’m better.
In Wendy Smith’s surprise homecoming she beat Cassava in an even fought, crowd-pleaser of a match that set an optimistic tone. Cassava took the second contest which was more intense in nature with pride on the line, the two having a friendly bet that winner would have fun with the loser’s look. The headmistress of hip attacks dressed a sleeping Wendy in a Hawkeyes jersey, a sore point for the Pennsylvanian as a football fan, and as a former friend of Kylie ‘Vanilla Chill’ Sanders. This was a payment for a bet made between the two that was never delivered from long ago. Cassava, being a hardcore believer in the Book of Sanders, took upon herself to act as a loan shark without anyone’s knowledge. Will the next fight be a hateful grudge match or just a thrilling example of a professional and friendly rivalry?
KICK PUNCH- 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, The New Media Mistress is 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).
“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
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. The lifelong influencer still got an overwhelmingly positive reaction from the fans… but there were a few pockets of the Orlando crowd that were throwing some shade. Some FAWNatics thought Casava’s actions made her loyalties clear with “the other locker room” but the dyed blonde has always been very open about her love for the FAWN original, so most fans expected some ‘unusual’ behavior.
Cassava’s past the ramp and doing a circuit of the guardrail when a voice calls out and stops her, “Hey, Cassava!” A voice she knows better than even her own parents. The voice of Vanilla Chill herself, Kylie Sanders!!!
KYLIE SANDERS
The bane of Da Man’s machinations was live and in person at ringside, the fans surrounding her were too shocked to go into their usual chants of “Troll! Troll! Troll!...” and just whipped out their phones to take pictures. Cassava moved towards the former World champion without realizing it, drawn toward the formally loved, currently hated FAWN Original like a moth to a flame. The platinum-haired pixie seemed unusually joyful, a wide grin on her face, for the Superfan is was akin looking directly into the sun. For others, it was just strange.
“Hey, BMD champ!” Kylie spoke casually and jovially as if they were long time friends despite them only meeting once and in that instance, she shoved her fangirl to the ground after threatening her. “I saw you butt that Wendy bitch out last month. Man that was awesome! That one-trick pony has been ducking me for eleven years about that bet. And you made Bootyshock fly down south to cry into some glasses of tequila! You’re settling all my old scores with these bitches.”
Praise from the corn goddess. Onika pinched her arm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, Emily West isn’t here in a leather corset and holding a flail. This is real! “Thank you, Miss Sanders!” her voice cracked with nervousness, “It bothered me for a long time and I wanted to make you happy.”
Da Chill reaches over the guardrail and grabs Onika’s shoulder. The Superfan’s toes instantly curl and she has to stop herself from fainting.
“Well, mission accomplished girl! Tell you what...” Kylie leans forward and half whispers into her ear. Cassava’s nipples visibly harden, and she trembles. “The Hot and Bothered’s membership is full right now, but if you take that piece of Smith down another peg, I’ll put you on the list for an internship.”
“Guh!” A jolt runs Cassava’s body, phase one of her dream is within reach. If this match goes well, she’ll be in a polyamorous marriage with Da Chill and The Black Queen in no time!
“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” Onika vigorously shakes Sanders’ hand and kisses it like she’s the pope.
Kylie’s smile looks slightly forced, a little off-put by the clearly-a-stalker’s enthusiasm, but it never hurts to have a devotee settling old scores for you. “Yeah… sure. But this only happens if Smith takes a nap under your Bates Breaker, so you gotta win!”
“I will, Miss Sanders! I WILL!” Cassava does something between a bow and a curtsey before she scrambles to the ring, too nervous to do her usual “tell the announcer to give the ref an inappropriate nickname” bit. Speaking of, the official for tonight’s bout was the zebra of many a woman’s dreams, Reginald Worthington III. Even without the audio cues, the tall drink of muscle milk still got some catcalls from the female fans in the crowd.
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!”
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
It wasn’t too long after the music began to play that the lightweight stalwart and Mayor of Suplex City came 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. The FAWNatics cheer Wendy as always, and she looks fired up as she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, and she moves to the center of the ramp. When she crosses her arms, she grabs the bottom edge of the t-shirt and asks, “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 colour with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet 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 shout their approval as Wendy makes her way down the ramp. 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, “Wendy’s gonna beat you!“ Smith 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. However, the appearance of former friend and rival Kylie Sanders at ringside does draw the PA Powerhouse’s attention.
“All good,” Reggie says in his British accent. “Third times the charm, right?”
Wendy nods and does give him a small smile. “How ya doing, Reg?”
Reggie nods and smiles. “Good, we’re staying in the rules tonight? Right?”
“That’s the plan.” Wendy nods. “Reg, this may get a little more intense than other nights. Stay loose with us.”
Worthington looks confused/ “Not planning anything are you?”
Smith glances at the blonde pixie at ringside and then at a clearly glowing Cassava. “I think Cassava may have someone in her head. Well, even more in her head. If what I think is going to go down goes down, things are going to be rough tonight.”
“I’ll do what I can.” The upright British Gentleman checks the tape around Smith’s wrists. “Don’t take things into your own hands.”
Smith has taken a liking to the new ref, but not like the other women that swoon in his presence. Instead, Wendy appreciates the dedication with which Reginald takes his job.
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 Suplex Machine and Hip Attack Queen walk across the ring, meeting inches apart. Onika puts her hands on her hips. “Good to see you again, Wendy. No hard feelings from last time?”
Smith stands casually but ready for action. “It was a good match, Cassava, but today is a new day. Can you bring it again?”
Though it’s not really an insult, the Mocha Mauler doesn’t like the question from the veteran. “Oh yeah, I’ll bring it. I have a lot riding on this match.”
Wendy nods. “There’s always a lot on the line when you get in the ring. Just make sure it’s worth it.”
“It is.” Cassava sighs and spares a glance at her hero. “Kylie has been guiding me my whole life from afar.”
The Suplex Machine looks disappointed. “Cassava, make your own way. Inspire little girls like Kylie once did. Don’t let that… twat control you.”
Wendy turns her head towards Sanders, so she misses the darkness move over Onika’s face as Smith insults her hero. The PA Powerhouse turns back just as Cassava’s forearm slams into Wendy’s impressive rack. The blow sends Smith back a step, but the brunette comes right back with a forearm of her own to Onika’s red-bra-clad boobs. Now, Cassava staggers back a step.
The leader of the Kylie Cult loads back up to blast the busty brunette, but Wendy throws up an arm, blocking the blow before she steps in beside Cassava to hug her from the side. The Suplex Machine dips her hips, lifting with her legs, and she makes a quarter turn and slams the Mocha Mauler into the canvas.
Side Suplex:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj2J7TBi4x8
The Suplex Machine has figured out Cassava is not right when it comes to Kylie Sanders. Her worship of her fellow Iowan seems to override everything else with Onika, even her love of Sammie Sinclair fan-fiction. The PA Powerhouse can’t help but feel a bit set-up by the Booty Queen. Reaching out, Smith uses a handful of hair to bring Cassava back up to her feet. Reginald reminds Wendy to stay off the hair as the BMD champ balls her fist and slams it home into Smith’s pelvis, not quite a low blow, but the threat is clear.
Wendy groans in pain and turns, stepping away gingerly hands clasped above her thighs. Cassava climbs back to her feet, but is shocked when Reg snaps, “Cass, keep the blows up!”
The Iowan seems concerned but tries to explain. “This is a Code K, Reg. There is nothing higher than a Code K!”
As if she’s justified her action, Cassava pushes past Reg and grabs two handfuls of dark locks. Then she runs Wendy towards the nearby turnbuckles and bounces the veteran’s forehead off the top pad. The dyed blonde and pink haired grappler pulls Smith back again and sends her head bouncing off the pad a second time.
“Out of the corner, Cassava!” Reginald orders from behind the action.
“CODE K!” Onika screams as she spins on the ref. “Reg! CODE K!”
The British official is still lost, but as Cassava turns back to Wendy, the Suplex Machine throws an elbow back, catching the young wrestler on the chin. Onika staggers backward, giving Wendy enough room to pick up some speed and launch herself shoulder first at Cassava. The PA Powerhouse’s shoulder drives into Cassava’s plush tummy, Wendy’s tackle makes football fans everywhere proud.
Smith pops up and reaches down for Onika’s left ankle, pulling the thick limb up. Wendy then delivers several kicks with the flat top off her boot to the back of Cassava’s thigh.
The FAWNatics are roaring, still split in their support of the ladies, but all supporting the battle going on. Wendy turns and puts her shin against Cassava’s inner thigh and drives it down into the canvas. Onika’s upper body rises off the mat as she cries out in pain. To press the assault, Wendy puts a hand below the Booty Queen’s knee and the other close to the leg opening of the white booty shorts. Then Smith pushes up on her toes and brings her shin down into the meaty thigh again.
Wendy pops to her feet and turns, racing past Reg and hits the cables. Bounding back like a blue pinball, Smith comes charging back and leaps into the air. Gravity does the rest of the work as Wendy’s firm tummy comes crashing down on the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s F-cups. The wind is ejected out of Cassava as her breast mushroom against her ribs. Wendy stays atop the blonde-and-pink-haired grappler as Reginald is already in position.
ONE...
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Cassava bridges and shoves. Wendy not hooking a leg made things easier for Onika to escape.
“You forgot the basics while you were wasting time in the minor leagues, huh, Wendy?!” Kylie taunts from the first row through cupped hands. “You almost had her, Cass! Butt that bitch out!”
Omigawd! I’m at nickname status!!! That imaginary milestone being reached floods Cassava with endorphins and dulls the pain in her leg, not that it mattered much at the moment. Wendy had The Superfan in a tight waistlock in preparation for a German Suplex, but Cassava keeps her weight as she bullies Wendy towards the cables for a forced break.
Not ready to let up on the rookie for that sucker punch, Kylie’s voice grating on her ears, Smith tightens her grasp, squeezing out a breath and a whine from Onika before sending her on an air trip that was low on altitude but high on impact.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifIim_bgaoI
The Online Sensation takes the landing hard on her back and bounces to a seat, legs splayed and mind dazed. Smith pushes off one knee and walks over to Onika, rolling her shoulders as she tries to block out Sanders’ taunting from the front row.
“Didn’t get much height on that last one, Wendy! Life as Queen of the Sinclairs making you soft?”
Smith grumbles, refusing to give her the satisfaction. Instead, she pulls up Cassava by the arm and scruff of her neck like an unruly kitten. The brunette takes aim at a far corner and takes a step to Irish Whip Cassava into another ring-rattling impact, but the dyed blonde reverses… then Wendy reverses that reverse. The dance stops in a tense lock up that has eyes locked and foreheads grinding.
“You need to learn to show some respect!” Cassava forces Smith back a step. “I get that you and Miss Sanders aren’t on good terms, but that doesn’t mean you get tooAH!”
Wendy pulls her head back from the grind and gives Cassava a Glasgow kiss a.k.a. a headbutt. The Superfan reels back, eyes watering and head ringing, and the PA Powerhouse yanks her back into a fist up the abdomen. Wendy throws the BMD champ over her shoulder, but Onika manages to land on her feet. Still keeping hold of Smith, Onika feints a hiptoss and instead lands a pop-up knee to the brunette’s forehead a.k.a. an Iowa handshake.
Now it's Wendy’s turn to count the birdies, but Cassava’s not giving her much time, the dyed blonde whips around and blasts Wendy’s cheek with a back fist and follows up on the other cheek with a left cross. Smith drops to a knee, clearly stunned, and Cassava breaks away from her in a sprint to cables, recoiling off them into a basement hip attack that sends Wendy head over heels!
“OOoooh!” Sanders does her best impression of a FAWNatic, acting overly impressed as she records the match on her phone. “Turning that one into a GIF! You can’t beat those cheeks, Wendy!”
The Asstactular kips up (mainly to impress Kylie) and yanks Wendy by the arm and shoulder to a vertical position. Onika then backs Smith into the ropes before sending her off. Wendy seems to get her wits back and a healthy stride as she comes off the next set of ropes but gets a face full of cake three steps in, Cassava knocking Wendy flat on her back with a running hip strike. Smith isn’t laying down from just that and immediately climbs back to her feet-- BAM! Cassava connects with another running hip strike, this one seems harder than the first. The Buns of Mass Destruction is living up to her title tonight. Wendy’s still not staying down and powers back to standing, but as she sets-- ASS PUNCH! Onika knocks her down with another face to cheeks collision. This time, the two-time lightweight champion lays still and flat on the canvas.
HIP ATTACK 303- TRIPLE BARREL
youtu.be/bN37j1pucoM?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=40
“Oh! Hoho!’ Kylie is guffawing in the expensive seats, pissing off the fans sitting on either side. “Three for three! Man, Sammie’s gonna get jealous of how much this girl’s sitting on your face!”
Cassava beams at the praise coming from the blonde pixie at ringside as she runs a finger along the openings of her booty shorts, adjusting them a bit on her massive but always alluring rear.
Stunned but shaking it off, Smith rolls over and pushes up to all fours. The barefoot Booty Assassin straddles her and drops the BOOM! on to Wendy’s back, driving her back to the canvas. The brunette’s boobs mushroom out the sides of her sports bra as she’s crushed under the powerful glutes.
Cassava rocks side to side, grinding Wendy under the BMD as Kylie and a few other FAWNatics cheer her on. The Milk Chocolate Mauler reaches a hand out, takes a grasp on Wendy’s thick mane, and pulls her back up as she stands. Onika, feeling herself and the presence of Vanilla Chill, leads Wendy to the corner near Sanders and shoves the PA Powerhouse into the buckles shoulder first. The Suplex Machine groans as Cassava adds her own weight to the crushing as she presses in tight.
“THIS IS FAWN!” Vanilla Chill calls out from ringside. “Let’s see some skin!” which does get some shouts of approval from the more lusty FAWNatics.
In the ring, Reginald orders Cassava out of the corner. The Leader of the Kylie Cult pauses for a moment but then nods. Stepping back to keep Worthington from starting a count, Cassava suddenly turns and fires a barefoot up into Wendy’s abs. The brunette’s cheeks puff as the wind is knocked from her. Cassava then grabs both shoulder straps of the blue singlet, pulling them down Wendy’s arms until they dangle at her hips.
Reginald again orders Cassava out of the corner while ignoring the stripping, perfectly legal under the rules of FAWN. Wendy’s head droops as Onika backs up to break the count. She still insists on following the British Gentleman’s instructions, but only a moment later, the Hip Check Queen moves back in on the sagging brunette, plowing a forearm into the Suplex Machine’s vaunted rack. Smith groans in pain as her juggs continue to jiggle after the blow, and then Onika grips the edge of the black sports bra.
Vanilla Chill cheers her new favorite wrestler on, calling her, “Chocolate Thunder!”, as Wendy’s breast falls out from the bottom of the sweat-soaked top. The dyed blonde stops there, leaving the top around Wendy’s neck. Cassava is both giddy with being acknowledged by Kylie and, well, a little shameful for exposing Wendy.
Reginald again orders Cassava to get the action out of the corner. This time, the dyed blonde nods and hooks the Suplex Machine under the arm to hip toss her out into the ring. However, the PA Powerhouse doesn’t budge, and with a glaring fire in her eyes of a blast furnace, Smith swings her leg around, ramming her thigh into Cassava’s stomach. Once Onika is bent over, the Suplex Machine hooks her other arm and forces her head down against Wendy’s stomach.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB7nM8v0K1A
Blonde and pink hair fly on the short trip before Cassava lands on her lower back and booty. Relentless, Smith is on her feet and pulling the Milk Chocolate Mauler back up into a waistlock. Wendy grunts from exertion, and Onika grunts from being squeezed in the Powerhouse’s grip. The crowd starts chanting, “Suplex City!” as Cassava goes flying again, this time thanks to a German Suplex.
GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1bhtOu9WAU
The BMD Champ nearly lands on her head this time but bounces and rolls once, ending up near the ropes. Smith pops to her feet, and upon seeing where Cassava came to the stop, she builds up some speed and launches herself into a low dropkick. The PA Powerhouse’s boots hit Onika in the hip and ribs and eject her from the ring, out over the apron, and onto the floor.
Cassava lands in a heap, and Wendy follows her out of the ring over Reg’s objections. The fired-up Suplex Machine pulls a groaning Cassava to her feet and whips her towards the railing in front of Vanilla Chill. The white-clad girl turns in, immediately regretting taking the steel to her back. But before she can crumple, Wendy is there, putting a palm on Cassava’s chin and bending the Booty Queen back over the steel guardrail.
Wendy locks eyes with Kylie as her free hand gives the thin white top a hard jerk, then, with a second tug, the fabric gives way. Balling the top up, Smith tosses it at Sanders. The Pleasant Valley Princess ducks and some semi-drunk FAWNatics gets hit right in the face with the sweat-soaked top, leaving only Onika’s scarlet bra. Wendy pulls Cassava from the railing, only to drive her back into the unpadded metal with a shoulder. Smith looks at Sanders again.
“You want to see some skin, huh?” she asks.
In the ring, Reginald counts methodically, “EIGHT!”
The FAWNatics at ringside cheer as Wendy spins Cassava around and bends her over the railing, but as she reaches for the strap of the red bra, Smith’s face gets a wicked grin. Onika’s eyes go wide as she feels Wendy hook two fingers inside the strap and slowly draw it back. The Milk Chocolate Mauler’s F-Cups bulge as Smith holds the fabric at its limits for a full second before letting loose.
SSNNAAAPP!
“YEEOOOWW!” Cassava cries out.
From the ring, Reg yells in his British accent, “Eleven!”
The damage done, Wendy neatly undoes the clasp holding the bra in place. The F-cups sag just a bit as Smith grabs a shoulder and wrist to whip Cassava back towards the ring. The Mocha Mauler turns her spine, colliding with the ring apron as her juggs roll around her chest. The PA Powerhouse takes a moment to pull her own sports bra over her head and tosses it to the floor. Wendy had warned Reginald tonight could get wild, and it turns out the veteran was correct. Smith passes by Cassava and rolls into the ring.
“Hi…” Wendy says as she looks at Reginald. “Bye!”
The brunette rolls right back out in front of Cassava and blasts her in the F-Cups with a forearm. The Booty Queen sags, wheezing in pain, and then a gasp of shock escapes her lips as Smith hooks a hand around the fabric between Onika’s boobs and yanks. The unhooked bra pulls Cassava forward a bit, but it slips from her shoulders and down her arms to let the Chocolate Melons bounce free. Her dark nipples engorge as the cool arena air hits them.
The PA Powerhouse pushes her left palm up under Cassava’s chin, and the FAWNatics let out an “OOOOO!” as Wendy raises her arm and hammers down her forearm across the F-Cups.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Cassava’s boobs dance around her chest as the PA Powerhouse hammers away. A mewling Onika bends over when the assault finally ends, cupping her boobs in her hands as Wendy steps back and looks over at Kylie.
Smith smirks. “Bringing back memories?”
With that, the former two-time lightweight champ lifts and shoves the Booty Queen back into the ring. As she rolls in after Onika, the giant British Referee stands there. “Let’s stay in the ring, Ms. Smith.”
“I’ll do my best, Reg,” Wendy grins, “but it looks like you’ll be reffing a boots-and-bottoms match the rest of the way. Let’s hope Kylie doesn’t ask Cass to take it further.”
True to her word, Wendy marches over to Cassava, who has pushed herself up to her hands and knees and starts making peach wine, the brunette getting her knees high to really put some force on the stomps to the Iowan’s rear. It is a sight watching those buns wibble and wobble under the force of Wendy’s boots. Smith looks over at Kylie and calls out, “Must be strange watching someone else get their ass kicked, huh?”
Ceasing her stomping, Wendy pulls up Onika by the hair. The Superfan’s hands massage her abused cheeks rather than go for her scalp, making it easy for The Suplex Machine to bend her over and secure a Double Undertook. Wendy tenses for the lift, but thinks better of it. Instead, she positions Cassava so her bent-over buns are pointed at the devil in the young lioness’s ear, Sanders increasingly red with anger at Wendy’s assured face.
But that scowl turns back into a smile as Onika powers straight up, lifting a frantic Smith until she’s upside down. The Superfan takes two steps forward and falls back, sandwiching Smith between herself and the mat. Reginald dives for the count, seeing Cassava spread herself out on Wendy’s upper body to apply as much of her weight as possible.
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Smith squirms free at the last moment, saving the match for herself. The two topless and top-heavy (or balanced, in Cassava’s case) wrestlers scramble up at the same. Wendy cocks an elbow for the umpteenth forearm shot to Onika’s gurls, but the Iowan gets low and fast by stepping forward with a gut punch that doubles Wendy over with a bellow. Onika completes the lunge to Wendy’s six o’clock and marks the offered back with an overhand chop that hits with a sick CRACK!, leaving a nasty red handprint behind. That makes the crowd finch and Smith scream. The half-naked PA Powerhouse arches her whipped back thrusting her tanned hills towards a sea of flashing cameras and hi-def phone cameras.
Cassava spins a grimacing Wendy around and sets her breasts alight the backhand chop. Wendy cries out and crosses her arms over her bounty but Cassava shoves them aside and chops her again, the “Woooo!” after each hit is 50% tradition and 50% seeing Wendy’s naked juggs out and about. Cassava keeps the chopfest going until she backs Wendy into the ropes.
Then Cassava presses her in, their nipples briefly glancing off each other before The Superfan sends her off Irish style and plants Wendy with an emphatic dropkick to the chest, Cassava’s bare feet rippling the brunette’s flesh before they both fall.
“Oh shieet!” Kylie slaps the shoulder of a startled fan. “Haven’t seen you get knocked that hard since you lost the Euro tag titles. How’d that feel by the way?”
As the leader of Hot & Bothered berated her from ringside, Wendy’s midsection was crushed under the curvy might of a Banzai Drop. Cassava made sure to put some real pep in it too by coming off a stalled run into the corner.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJTS48UlioU
“Ooof…” Smith feels all the air leave her body as she goes limp as a dishrag. Using her shins, Cassava traps Smith’s arms against her body and presses down hard on her shoulder for a pin. Worthington manages to get a 2.5 count before Wendy shows off the strength of her core and dislodges the BMD champ just in time!
Smith throws an arm over the bottom rope as Cassava backs up as per the ref’s order to take it out of the corner. Cassava paces as Smith climbs the ropes back to standing. She has this! Her dream was in reach! With that pep talk, Cassava bolts out of her corner with a lowered shoulder and the small of Wendy’s back as a target.
Her veteran senses register the vibrations of the canvas and the rise of the FAWNatics cheering, so Wendy acts on instinct. Gripping the top ropes, Smith pulls her legs in and kicks them out straight until her whole body’s rigid and parallel to the ring floor. Feeling a rush of air below her, Wendy knows to push off and lands just behind a bull-like and now-rattled Onika, The Superfan “bwuung”-ing off the buckles and lucky not to hit the steel post.
Smith loops her arms around Cassava’s in a double chickenwing and backs them up to center ring. Forcing her junior onto her tiptoes, Wendy shakes her back and forth lightly to bounce Cassava’s rarely seen but MUCH appreciated chest, particularly to a platinum-haired fan in the first row, before driving the short stack’s neck and shoulders into the canvas.
TIGER SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
Wendy releases the hold before the referee attempts to count, and Cassa flops onto her front in a pile. Wendy pushes off the mat with one hand to look, exhausted but heated, at Kylie across the stadium.
“How’d it feel to lose to Cynthia Mitchell for the hundredth time?”
“OOOOOO,” the fans sound the fire alarm to that brutal burn. Kylie’s face turns cold and hateful, her hands gripping the guardrail such ferocity, and then--
Sanders has jumped the barrier! She steams towards Wendy, and Wendy’s back on her feet and stomping towards the pixie. This match was headed for a brawl if not for Ref Reginald’s large frame slipping between the two before Kylie can step inside the ropes. The former friends claw at each other from around the pillar of muscles that prevents them from taking things to the next level. Kylie’s near rabid after Smith brought up her most hated enemy.
“Why don’t you say that shit to my face, bitch?!” Kylie spits. “No more running off to another country to duck me!”
Wendy seems enraged at the notion of her avoiding a fight. “I’m not the one who formed a group to carry your overrated ass!”
The British official has had enough of this poppycock. “That’s it!” Reginald forcibly separates the two, points a finger at Kylie, then points to the ramp.
“You’re out of here!”
Security personnel had been subtly encroaching since Sanders made her presence known and gathered on the floor below Kylie, still in a heated debate with the ref on the apron.
“This is bullshit! Da Man’s trying screw over another young wrestler of colour!”
Reginald and Wendy break out their respective states of exasperation and fury to stare at Sanders in absurd confusion.
“I meant Cassava, you puppets!” Kylie stomps up the ramp, cursing out the security guards around her, refusing to let “Da Man’s minions” touch her.
Reginald is not convinced. “Cassava will do fine on her own, but you have to go!”
“NA-NA NA, NA-NA NA, HEY HEY, GOOD BYE!” the crowd begins to sing.
Vanilla Chill looks like she’s about to blow, but then jumps down to the arena floor and starts walking towards the back to the cheers of the FAWNatics. Kylie looks back and shouts, “Check your Privilege!”
Wendy watches her go and waves a hand. “The only Privilege I have is kicking your sorry ass.”
Then comes the roar from behind. Cassava finally recovered from the tiger suplex and sees Kylie exiting the ring area. The anger at seeing, of all people, Reginald treating Sanders poorly is too much for the Superfan to take. The Booty Queen charges, raising both arms to deliver a double axe handle to the PA Powerhouse’s bareback… but the veteran grappler ducks and spins out of the way, leaving the Milk Chocolate Mauler to fall into the ropes as she swings and misses.
Bouncing off the cables, Cassava takes a couple of staggering steps backwards when she feels two strong hands grip her kitty. Onika’s mouth opens in an oval of shocked surprise right before the Suplex Machine dips and lifts, sending the BMD champ over with her crotch suplex.
CROTCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsauPVVQ10Y
Casava’s booty is up in the air as she lands on the back of her head and shoulders before momentum takes her body over and leaves her face down on the canvas. Wendy is back on her feet, and her breasts sway as she walks around Onika, the red marks of Cassava’s chops giving Smith’s orbs a ruddy glow. The Suplex Machine straddles the BMD champ, slides her hands under, and lifts. The Milk Chocolate Mauler cries out in pain as she’s hauled up by two handfuls of breast. The big F-Cups bulge around Wendy’s fingers as the Suplex Machine brings Cassava up and then, with a pop of her powerful hips, boobplexes her over again.
BOOBPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUj65V7D0aw
Onika lands hard on the canvas again and rolls, ending starfished on the mat with her F-Cups rolling around her chest before settling. The PA Powerhouse isn’t letting up, though, pulls Cassava up to a seated position, and takes a seat behind her. Her foggy brain barely registers the thick legs wrapping around her waist or the strong arm locking her under the chin. After locking in the Dragon Sleeper, Smith gives the blonde-and-pink-haired woman’s breast a hard open hand slap that snaps Cassava back to the present.
“OOOH FUUUDGE!” Cassava’s mind cries out. The last time Wendy caught her in this hold, she had had to tap out and only being outside the ring saved her from losing. And last time too, Wendy didn’t go to Cassava’s juggs as she’s doing now, slapping, pulling, squeezing the soft flesh in payback for the chops that the Milk Chocolate Mauler gave Smith’s boobs.
Wendy leans her head in closer. “You like dumb quips and puns. How about, ‘You want a milkshake, Cassava?’”
The Booty Queen doesn’t get it at first, but then Smith pinches her right nipple between thumb and index finger, pulls it out, then violently shakes the breast before letting it snap back with a big jiggle. The trapped rookie groans, either from the pain or the bad joke, probably both, but Cassava’s hopes sink as she raises a hand to begin tapping.
“NO! Kylie won’t quit, so I can’t, either.” The thought runs through the Superfan’s head, and she notices that they are near a corner, which means the rope is very close to one side.
Wendy doesn’t make it easy for the Iowan, but Onika reaches out, searching with a bare foot. Smith tenses her body putting more strain on the body scissors and the chin lock, stretching Cassava out. Onika struggles and finds that she can rock her booty to inch closer, and finally, her big toe comes to rest on the bottom rope. Reginald was positioned in expectations of Cassava making it to the ropes and calls for the break. Smith gives the dark-skinned beauty’s boob a playful pat as she unlocks the hold and rolls away to get to her feet first.
Cassava takes to the bottom rope like a lifeline, forcing the ref to step between the two grapplers so that The Superfan can collect herself. Wendy impatiently paces back and forth, eager to continue their guided tour through Suplex City. On shaky feet, Onika pulls herself up with the top rope, leaning heavily against the coils. Nearby, Wendy jumps foot to foot, staying warm and ready to do some meat tossing, her breasts swaying hypnotically. Fed up with waiting, Smith pushes the ref aside and charges in. Smith grabs a shoulder and turns Cassava to face her and--
SMACK! An open palm thrust turns Wendy’s cheek and rattles her brain in her skull. She steps back in defense, but Onika reels her back in. Cassava loops an arm over Wendy's shoulder and hooks the other between the brunette's thighs, gripping her hamstring and pulling the leg up tight. Subconsciously aware of her left and Wendy’s right breast mushrooming against each other, Cassava lifts with a grunt of effort and falls backward, tossing the Suplex Machine with an Exploder Suplex in the corner. Wendy’s right leg hits the buckles awkwardly as she hits the canvas.
EXPLODER SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TzsbBYO6_c
Whipping to her feet, Onika slips through the ropes, climbs to the top buckle, and leaps off, kicking her feet in the air. The BMD flattens Wendy’s JMDs with a wicked seated senton! A pitiful wheeze escapes Smith’s mouth as Onika takes a moment to grind the brunette’s chest under her rump before standing up.
Feeling the cusp of a London Run. Onika grabs the powerhouse’s ankles and pulls Wendy into a hard made tree of woe. The ex-lightweight weight champ struggles valiantly, punching at Cassava’s sides even as she’s hung upside down, but The dyed blonde puts an end to that with a double slap to Wendy’s Sinclair Smackers (an inside joke that Cassava is desperate to get the details on).
The Online Sensation runs full speed to the opposite corner, slaps the top buckle, and runs back, crushing Wendy’s abdomen with another running hip attack. Cassava reaches back for the middle ropes and slides her ass down to Wendy’s face, treating it to taut figure eights. Not a mere humiliation tactic, Cassava's movements squeeze out more of Smith’s precious oxygen as she frantically protests and slaps at the Kylie-stan’s weaponized rear.
Cassava ends with a couple of powerful twerks of her BMD, bouncing Wendy’s head around like a basketball off her bum. Reginald has reached four of five of his count for the action in the corner, and Cassava holds up her hands as she moves back out into the ring. That’s when Wendy finally gets her feet unhooked and crumples to the mat in a heap. The Milk Chocolate Mauler, seeing a chance to maybe finish things, moves back in a bit early, but nothing that sets off Worthington’s referee alarms.
Pulling Smith back to her feet, Cassava is shocked when she feels a firm grip applied to the center of her booty shorts. The brief moment is all Wendy needs to scoop the Iowan and hoist her up in the stalling position of a bodyslam. Onika thinks to point out to the Suplex Machine that she has a hold of her kitty, but then Wendy takes a few running steps and turns Cassava over, power slamming the Booty Queen into the ring.
Smith is so quick back to her feet that it looks like she sprang up off Cassava’s big juggs. Wendy turns and heads for the strands for some extra steam, and on the return, she leaps into the air above the prone woman. Gravity brings her down in a belly to boob splash that causes Cassava’s thick legs to jerk into the air. The Superfan groans in pain and at the sudden lack of oxygen in her lungs. Smith, not slowing, is back up and leaps again, this time bringing her thighs down across Cassava’s face and juggs.
Wendy, feeling it now, pulls her frenemy up and sends her off towards the ropes with an Irish Whip. Cassava’s boobs sway and her buttocks jiggle as she runs to the ropes, springs back, and is greeted with a spinning double axe handle from the PA Powerhouse. Onika is blasted to the canvas with the Altoona Sledge.
The sudden turn of events has the FAWNatics on their feet. Wendy pushes sweat-soaked hair out of her face. Kylie’s biggest fan is still on the canvas, gasping to refill depleted lungs, but the PA Powerhouse isn’t going to allow that to happen. Taking dual handfuls of hair, Wendy guides Cassava’s head up between her thighs and claps her shapely gams to the sides of the blonde’s head. The Suplex Machine leans forward, her breasts pressing into Onika’s back as the White girl wraps her arms around the thick middle of the FAWN youngster. With a loud grunt of effort to lift, Wendy flips Cassava up into the stall position of a powerbomb.
Cassava is shocked when she feels Wendy’s lips on her womanhood, she can’t believe Smith is actually kissing her kitty. Then again, it could be the Black girl’s mind, as to the outside world, it just looks like Wendy is struggling under the weight of a thick opponent. Cassava sighs, though, as she continues to feel the presence of Wendy’s mouth. Then, as distant alarms go off in her head, Onika realizes her position just before the Suplex Machine sends her speeding toward the canvas with the Powerbomb.
The ring ropes shake from the impact as Cassava is blasted into the canvas and lays starfished on the mat. Wendy leans back until her buttocks are on her heels, and with hands on her thighs, she takes several deep breaths.
“Are you going for a cover, Ms. Smith?” Reginald asks from close by.
Wendy sucks in another lung full of air before answering, “Nah, I have something else in mind.”
The PA Powerhouse gets up on one knee and puts the toes of her boot against the small wet spot on Cassava’s trunks, then she stands as she folds the dyed blonde’s legs around her own. The veteran then drops back to one knee, blocking Cassava from unfolding her legs. To make sure her opponent is properly ready for stage two, Wendy drops a hammering forearm down on the splayed out F-Cups. Cassava jerks, but little more.
The Suplex Machine pulls the Iowan up to a seated position and slides her arms under Cassava’s own before pulling her in until Wendy has Onika’s arms pressed to the sides of her head with Smith’s strong limbs wrapped around them. Cassava tries to squirm, but each move causes Wendy’s well-placed boot to rub her womanhood. Then what in her fanfiction Cassava calls Sinclair Smackers becomes Onika Smackers as her face is buried in the pillowy breasts of the PA Powerhouse.
The Milk Chocolate Mauler tries to fight free, but every motion seems to cause Wendy’s boot to rub her nether regions. The sounds of the crowd are becoming fuzzy as her arms cover her ears, and she feels light-headed from the lack of oxygen.
Reginald looks semi concerned, but Wendy reassures him, “Not yet.”
All the Booty Champ can think of is not giving up, but the salty, sweaty darkness her face is trapped in spreads into her brain, and the rubbing has her fully aroused. Honestly, Cassava isn’t sure she wants it to stop. The Kylie fan club president’s body jerks and jolts.
“Soon,” Smith says, giving Worthington an update. “She’s about out.”
Cassava’s body goes rigid and then slack. Wendy still holds her both of the Superfan’s arms up, but she drops one hand down to give Cassava’s right jugg a light slap, then a firm squeeze.
Nothing.
Letting Cassava’s right arm fall, Wendy says, “Go ahead and check her.”
RAW3 lifts the limb and lets go.
THUMP! ONE!
THUMP! TWO!
THUMP! THREE!
Reginald jumps up calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Wendy gently lays Cassava’s unconscious body down to the mat and unlocks their legs, revealing a larger wet spot on the front of Cassava’s trunks as the ring announcer makes it official.
“YOUR WINNER… BY KO… THE PA POWERHOUSE… WENDY SMITH!”
Wendy calmly walks over, offering her wrist to Reginald. As he raises the Suplex Machine’s arm, he congratulates her. “Well played, Wendy. I’m glad you and Cassava could settle things in the ring.”
Wendy grins. “Thanks for stepping in with Kylie.”
“It’s my job,” RAW 3 says with a nod.
Wendy steps away, and when Reg starts to say something, Smith cuts him off. “I’m not up to anything unsavory, Reg. I just a word with her.”
Onika is still flat on the canvas as Wendy kneels beside her and flicks her left boob a few times. “Hey! Wake up, Buns of Fun.” It takes a few flicks and rubs of Cassava’s boob to bring the girl around, and then Wendy places a hand on the jugg. “Good match, Cassava, but I think it’s time for you to move on to someone else on your list.”
Before the Superfan can form a response, Wendy is moving and out of the ring. Collecting her sports bra from one of the ring attendants, she heads towards the back and the next opponent FAWN throws her way.
You’re good, but I’m better.
In Wendy Smith’s surprise homecoming she beat Cassava in an even fought, crowd-pleaser of a match that set an optimistic tone. Cassava took the second contest which was more intense in nature with pride on the line, the two having a friendly bet that winner would have fun with the loser’s look. The headmistress of hip attacks dressed a sleeping Wendy in a Hawkeyes jersey, a sore point for the Pennsylvanian as a football fan, and as a former friend of Kylie ‘Vanilla Chill’ Sanders. This was a payment for a bet made between the two that was never delivered from long ago. Cassava, being a hardcore believer in the Book of Sanders, took upon herself to act as a loan shark without anyone’s knowledge. Will the next fight be a hateful grudge match or just a thrilling example of a professional and friendly rivalry?
KICK PUNCH- 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, The New Media Mistress is 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).
“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
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. The lifelong influencer still got an overwhelmingly positive reaction from the fans… but there were a few pockets of the Orlando crowd that were throwing some shade. Some FAWNatics thought Casava’s actions made her loyalties clear with “the other locker room” but the dyed blonde has always been very open about her love for the FAWN original, so most fans expected some ‘unusual’ behavior.
Cassava’s past the ramp and doing a circuit of the guardrail when a voice calls out and stops her, “Hey, Cassava!” A voice she knows better than even her own parents. The voice of Vanilla Chill herself, Kylie Sanders!!!
KYLIE SANDERS
The bane of Da Man’s machinations was live and in person at ringside, the fans surrounding her were too shocked to go into their usual chants of “Troll! Troll! Troll!...” and just whipped out their phones to take pictures. Cassava moved towards the former World champion without realizing it, drawn toward the formally loved, currently hated FAWN Original like a moth to a flame. The platinum-haired pixie seemed unusually joyful, a wide grin on her face, for the Superfan is was akin looking directly into the sun. For others, it was just strange.
“Hey, BMD champ!” Kylie spoke casually and jovially as if they were long time friends despite them only meeting once and in that instance, she shoved her fangirl to the ground after threatening her. “I saw you butt that Wendy bitch out last month. Man that was awesome! That one-trick pony has been ducking me for eleven years about that bet. And you made Bootyshock fly down south to cry into some glasses of tequila! You’re settling all my old scores with these bitches.”
Praise from the corn goddess. Onika pinched her arm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, Emily West isn’t here in a leather corset and holding a flail. This is real! “Thank you, Miss Sanders!” her voice cracked with nervousness, “It bothered me for a long time and I wanted to make you happy.”
Da Chill reaches over the guardrail and grabs Onika’s shoulder. The Superfan’s toes instantly curl and she has to stop herself from fainting.
“Well, mission accomplished girl! Tell you what...” Kylie leans forward and half whispers into her ear. Cassava’s nipples visibly harden, and she trembles. “The Hot and Bothered’s membership is full right now, but if you take that piece of Smith down another peg, I’ll put you on the list for an internship.”
“Guh!” A jolt runs Cassava’s body, phase one of her dream is within reach. If this match goes well, she’ll be in a polyamorous marriage with Da Chill and The Black Queen in no time!
“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” Onika vigorously shakes Sanders’ hand and kisses it like she’s the pope.
Kylie’s smile looks slightly forced, a little off-put by the clearly-a-stalker’s enthusiasm, but it never hurts to have a devotee settling old scores for you. “Yeah… sure. But this only happens if Smith takes a nap under your Bates Breaker, so you gotta win!”
“I will, Miss Sanders! I WILL!” Cassava does something between a bow and a curtsey before she scrambles to the ring, too nervous to do her usual “tell the announcer to give the ref an inappropriate nickname” bit. Speaking of, the official for tonight’s bout was the zebra of many a woman’s dreams, Reginald Worthington III. Even without the audio cues, the tall drink of muscle milk still got some catcalls from the female fans in the crowd.
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!”
Paramore’s ‘Misery Business’
www.youtube.com/watch?v=36ZOfeQKXUs
It wasn’t too long after the music began to play that the lightweight stalwart and Mayor of Suplex City came 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. The FAWNatics cheer Wendy as always, and she looks fired up as she bounces around with boundless energy. The brunette wears a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, and she moves to the center of the ramp. When she crosses her arms, she grabs the bottom edge of the t-shirt and asks, “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 colour with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders, the singlet 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 shout their approval as Wendy makes her way down the ramp. 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, “Wendy’s gonna beat you!“ Smith 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. However, the appearance of former friend and rival Kylie Sanders at ringside does draw the PA Powerhouse’s attention.
“All good,” Reggie says in his British accent. “Third times the charm, right?”
Wendy nods and does give him a small smile. “How ya doing, Reg?”
Reggie nods and smiles. “Good, we’re staying in the rules tonight? Right?”
“That’s the plan.” Wendy nods. “Reg, this may get a little more intense than other nights. Stay loose with us.”
Worthington looks confused/ “Not planning anything are you?”
Smith glances at the blonde pixie at ringside and then at a clearly glowing Cassava. “I think Cassava may have someone in her head. Well, even more in her head. If what I think is going to go down goes down, things are going to be rough tonight.”
“I’ll do what I can.” The upright British Gentleman checks the tape around Smith’s wrists. “Don’t take things into your own hands.”
Smith has taken a liking to the new ref, but not like the other women that swoon in his presence. Instead, Wendy appreciates the dedication with which Reginald takes his job.
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 Suplex Machine and Hip Attack Queen walk across the ring, meeting inches apart. Onika puts her hands on her hips. “Good to see you again, Wendy. No hard feelings from last time?”
Smith stands casually but ready for action. “It was a good match, Cassava, but today is a new day. Can you bring it again?”
Though it’s not really an insult, the Mocha Mauler doesn’t like the question from the veteran. “Oh yeah, I’ll bring it. I have a lot riding on this match.”
Wendy nods. “There’s always a lot on the line when you get in the ring. Just make sure it’s worth it.”
“It is.” Cassava sighs and spares a glance at her hero. “Kylie has been guiding me my whole life from afar.”
The Suplex Machine looks disappointed. “Cassava, make your own way. Inspire little girls like Kylie once did. Don’t let that… twat control you.”
Wendy turns her head towards Sanders, so she misses the darkness move over Onika’s face as Smith insults her hero. The PA Powerhouse turns back just as Cassava’s forearm slams into Wendy’s impressive rack. The blow sends Smith back a step, but the brunette comes right back with a forearm of her own to Onika’s red-bra-clad boobs. Now, Cassava staggers back a step.
The leader of the Kylie Cult loads back up to blast the busty brunette, but Wendy throws up an arm, blocking the blow before she steps in beside Cassava to hug her from the side. The Suplex Machine dips her hips, lifting with her legs, and she makes a quarter turn and slams the Mocha Mauler into the canvas.
Side Suplex:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj2J7TBi4x8
The Suplex Machine has figured out Cassava is not right when it comes to Kylie Sanders. Her worship of her fellow Iowan seems to override everything else with Onika, even her love of Sammie Sinclair fan-fiction. The PA Powerhouse can’t help but feel a bit set-up by the Booty Queen. Reaching out, Smith uses a handful of hair to bring Cassava back up to her feet. Reginald reminds Wendy to stay off the hair as the BMD champ balls her fist and slams it home into Smith’s pelvis, not quite a low blow, but the threat is clear.
Wendy groans in pain and turns, stepping away gingerly hands clasped above her thighs. Cassava climbs back to her feet, but is shocked when Reg snaps, “Cass, keep the blows up!”
The Iowan seems concerned but tries to explain. “This is a Code K, Reg. There is nothing higher than a Code K!”
As if she’s justified her action, Cassava pushes past Reg and grabs two handfuls of dark locks. Then she runs Wendy towards the nearby turnbuckles and bounces the veteran’s forehead off the top pad. The dyed blonde and pink haired grappler pulls Smith back again and sends her head bouncing off the pad a second time.
“Out of the corner, Cassava!” Reginald orders from behind the action.
“CODE K!” Onika screams as she spins on the ref. “Reg! CODE K!”
The British official is still lost, but as Cassava turns back to Wendy, the Suplex Machine throws an elbow back, catching the young wrestler on the chin. Onika staggers backward, giving Wendy enough room to pick up some speed and launch herself shoulder first at Cassava. The PA Powerhouse’s shoulder drives into Cassava’s plush tummy, Wendy’s tackle makes football fans everywhere proud.
Smith pops up and reaches down for Onika’s left ankle, pulling the thick limb up. Wendy then delivers several kicks with the flat top off her boot to the back of Cassava’s thigh.
The FAWNatics are roaring, still split in their support of the ladies, but all supporting the battle going on. Wendy turns and puts her shin against Cassava’s inner thigh and drives it down into the canvas. Onika’s upper body rises off the mat as she cries out in pain. To press the assault, Wendy puts a hand below the Booty Queen’s knee and the other close to the leg opening of the white booty shorts. Then Smith pushes up on her toes and brings her shin down into the meaty thigh again.
Wendy pops to her feet and turns, racing past Reg and hits the cables. Bounding back like a blue pinball, Smith comes charging back and leaps into the air. Gravity does the rest of the work as Wendy’s firm tummy comes crashing down on the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s F-cups. The wind is ejected out of Cassava as her breast mushroom against her ribs. Wendy stays atop the blonde-and-pink-haired grappler as Reginald is already in position.
ONE...
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Cassava bridges and shoves. Wendy not hooking a leg made things easier for Onika to escape.
“You forgot the basics while you were wasting time in the minor leagues, huh, Wendy?!” Kylie taunts from the first row through cupped hands. “You almost had her, Cass! Butt that bitch out!”
Omigawd! I’m at nickname status!!! That imaginary milestone being reached floods Cassava with endorphins and dulls the pain in her leg, not that it mattered much at the moment. Wendy had The Superfan in a tight waistlock in preparation for a German Suplex, but Cassava keeps her weight as she bullies Wendy towards the cables for a forced break.
Not ready to let up on the rookie for that sucker punch, Kylie’s voice grating on her ears, Smith tightens her grasp, squeezing out a breath and a whine from Onika before sending her on an air trip that was low on altitude but high on impact.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifIim_bgaoI
The Online Sensation takes the landing hard on her back and bounces to a seat, legs splayed and mind dazed. Smith pushes off one knee and walks over to Onika, rolling her shoulders as she tries to block out Sanders’ taunting from the front row.
“Didn’t get much height on that last one, Wendy! Life as Queen of the Sinclairs making you soft?”
Smith grumbles, refusing to give her the satisfaction. Instead, she pulls up Cassava by the arm and scruff of her neck like an unruly kitten. The brunette takes aim at a far corner and takes a step to Irish Whip Cassava into another ring-rattling impact, but the dyed blonde reverses… then Wendy reverses that reverse. The dance stops in a tense lock up that has eyes locked and foreheads grinding.
“You need to learn to show some respect!” Cassava forces Smith back a step. “I get that you and Miss Sanders aren’t on good terms, but that doesn’t mean you get tooAH!”
Wendy pulls her head back from the grind and gives Cassava a Glasgow kiss a.k.a. a headbutt. The Superfan reels back, eyes watering and head ringing, and the PA Powerhouse yanks her back into a fist up the abdomen. Wendy throws the BMD champ over her shoulder, but Onika manages to land on her feet. Still keeping hold of Smith, Onika feints a hiptoss and instead lands a pop-up knee to the brunette’s forehead a.k.a. an Iowa handshake.
Now it's Wendy’s turn to count the birdies, but Cassava’s not giving her much time, the dyed blonde whips around and blasts Wendy’s cheek with a back fist and follows up on the other cheek with a left cross. Smith drops to a knee, clearly stunned, and Cassava breaks away from her in a sprint to cables, recoiling off them into a basement hip attack that sends Wendy head over heels!
“OOoooh!” Sanders does her best impression of a FAWNatic, acting overly impressed as she records the match on her phone. “Turning that one into a GIF! You can’t beat those cheeks, Wendy!”
The Asstactular kips up (mainly to impress Kylie) and yanks Wendy by the arm and shoulder to a vertical position. Onika then backs Smith into the ropes before sending her off. Wendy seems to get her wits back and a healthy stride as she comes off the next set of ropes but gets a face full of cake three steps in, Cassava knocking Wendy flat on her back with a running hip strike. Smith isn’t laying down from just that and immediately climbs back to her feet-- BAM! Cassava connects with another running hip strike, this one seems harder than the first. The Buns of Mass Destruction is living up to her title tonight. Wendy’s still not staying down and powers back to standing, but as she sets-- ASS PUNCH! Onika knocks her down with another face to cheeks collision. This time, the two-time lightweight champion lays still and flat on the canvas.
HIP ATTACK 303- TRIPLE BARREL
youtu.be/bN37j1pucoM?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=40
“Oh! Hoho!’ Kylie is guffawing in the expensive seats, pissing off the fans sitting on either side. “Three for three! Man, Sammie’s gonna get jealous of how much this girl’s sitting on your face!”
Cassava beams at the praise coming from the blonde pixie at ringside as she runs a finger along the openings of her booty shorts, adjusting them a bit on her massive but always alluring rear.
Stunned but shaking it off, Smith rolls over and pushes up to all fours. The barefoot Booty Assassin straddles her and drops the BOOM! on to Wendy’s back, driving her back to the canvas. The brunette’s boobs mushroom out the sides of her sports bra as she’s crushed under the powerful glutes.
Cassava rocks side to side, grinding Wendy under the BMD as Kylie and a few other FAWNatics cheer her on. The Milk Chocolate Mauler reaches a hand out, takes a grasp on Wendy’s thick mane, and pulls her back up as she stands. Onika, feeling herself and the presence of Vanilla Chill, leads Wendy to the corner near Sanders and shoves the PA Powerhouse into the buckles shoulder first. The Suplex Machine groans as Cassava adds her own weight to the crushing as she presses in tight.
“THIS IS FAWN!” Vanilla Chill calls out from ringside. “Let’s see some skin!” which does get some shouts of approval from the more lusty FAWNatics.
In the ring, Reginald orders Cassava out of the corner. The Leader of the Kylie Cult pauses for a moment but then nods. Stepping back to keep Worthington from starting a count, Cassava suddenly turns and fires a barefoot up into Wendy’s abs. The brunette’s cheeks puff as the wind is knocked from her. Cassava then grabs both shoulder straps of the blue singlet, pulling them down Wendy’s arms until they dangle at her hips.
Reginald again orders Cassava out of the corner while ignoring the stripping, perfectly legal under the rules of FAWN. Wendy’s head droops as Onika backs up to break the count. She still insists on following the British Gentleman’s instructions, but only a moment later, the Hip Check Queen moves back in on the sagging brunette, plowing a forearm into the Suplex Machine’s vaunted rack. Smith groans in pain as her juggs continue to jiggle after the blow, and then Onika grips the edge of the black sports bra.
Vanilla Chill cheers her new favorite wrestler on, calling her, “Chocolate Thunder!”, as Wendy’s breast falls out from the bottom of the sweat-soaked top. The dyed blonde stops there, leaving the top around Wendy’s neck. Cassava is both giddy with being acknowledged by Kylie and, well, a little shameful for exposing Wendy.
Reginald again orders Cassava to get the action out of the corner. This time, the dyed blonde nods and hooks the Suplex Machine under the arm to hip toss her out into the ring. However, the PA Powerhouse doesn’t budge, and with a glaring fire in her eyes of a blast furnace, Smith swings her leg around, ramming her thigh into Cassava’s stomach. Once Onika is bent over, the Suplex Machine hooks her other arm and forces her head down against Wendy’s stomach.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB7nM8v0K1A
Blonde and pink hair fly on the short trip before Cassava lands on her lower back and booty. Relentless, Smith is on her feet and pulling the Milk Chocolate Mauler back up into a waistlock. Wendy grunts from exertion, and Onika grunts from being squeezed in the Powerhouse’s grip. The crowd starts chanting, “Suplex City!” as Cassava goes flying again, this time thanks to a German Suplex.
GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1bhtOu9WAU
The BMD Champ nearly lands on her head this time but bounces and rolls once, ending up near the ropes. Smith pops to her feet, and upon seeing where Cassava came to the stop, she builds up some speed and launches herself into a low dropkick. The PA Powerhouse’s boots hit Onika in the hip and ribs and eject her from the ring, out over the apron, and onto the floor.
Cassava lands in a heap, and Wendy follows her out of the ring over Reg’s objections. The fired-up Suplex Machine pulls a groaning Cassava to her feet and whips her towards the railing in front of Vanilla Chill. The white-clad girl turns in, immediately regretting taking the steel to her back. But before she can crumple, Wendy is there, putting a palm on Cassava’s chin and bending the Booty Queen back over the steel guardrail.
Wendy locks eyes with Kylie as her free hand gives the thin white top a hard jerk, then, with a second tug, the fabric gives way. Balling the top up, Smith tosses it at Sanders. The Pleasant Valley Princess ducks and some semi-drunk FAWNatics gets hit right in the face with the sweat-soaked top, leaving only Onika’s scarlet bra. Wendy pulls Cassava from the railing, only to drive her back into the unpadded metal with a shoulder. Smith looks at Sanders again.
“You want to see some skin, huh?” she asks.
In the ring, Reginald counts methodically, “EIGHT!”
The FAWNatics at ringside cheer as Wendy spins Cassava around and bends her over the railing, but as she reaches for the strap of the red bra, Smith’s face gets a wicked grin. Onika’s eyes go wide as she feels Wendy hook two fingers inside the strap and slowly draw it back. The Milk Chocolate Mauler’s F-Cups bulge as Smith holds the fabric at its limits for a full second before letting loose.
SSNNAAAPP!
“YEEOOOWW!” Cassava cries out.
From the ring, Reg yells in his British accent, “Eleven!”
The damage done, Wendy neatly undoes the clasp holding the bra in place. The F-cups sag just a bit as Smith grabs a shoulder and wrist to whip Cassava back towards the ring. The Mocha Mauler turns her spine, colliding with the ring apron as her juggs roll around her chest. The PA Powerhouse takes a moment to pull her own sports bra over her head and tosses it to the floor. Wendy had warned Reginald tonight could get wild, and it turns out the veteran was correct. Smith passes by Cassava and rolls into the ring.
“Hi…” Wendy says as she looks at Reginald. “Bye!”
The brunette rolls right back out in front of Cassava and blasts her in the F-Cups with a forearm. The Booty Queen sags, wheezing in pain, and then a gasp of shock escapes her lips as Smith hooks a hand around the fabric between Onika’s boobs and yanks. The unhooked bra pulls Cassava forward a bit, but it slips from her shoulders and down her arms to let the Chocolate Melons bounce free. Her dark nipples engorge as the cool arena air hits them.
The PA Powerhouse pushes her left palm up under Cassava’s chin, and the FAWNatics let out an “OOOOO!” as Wendy raises her arm and hammers down her forearm across the F-Cups.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Cassava’s boobs dance around her chest as the PA Powerhouse hammers away. A mewling Onika bends over when the assault finally ends, cupping her boobs in her hands as Wendy steps back and looks over at Kylie.
Smith smirks. “Bringing back memories?”
With that, the former two-time lightweight champ lifts and shoves the Booty Queen back into the ring. As she rolls in after Onika, the giant British Referee stands there. “Let’s stay in the ring, Ms. Smith.”
“I’ll do my best, Reg,” Wendy grins, “but it looks like you’ll be reffing a boots-and-bottoms match the rest of the way. Let’s hope Kylie doesn’t ask Cass to take it further.”
True to her word, Wendy marches over to Cassava, who has pushed herself up to her hands and knees and starts making peach wine, the brunette getting her knees high to really put some force on the stomps to the Iowan’s rear. It is a sight watching those buns wibble and wobble under the force of Wendy’s boots. Smith looks over at Kylie and calls out, “Must be strange watching someone else get their ass kicked, huh?”
Ceasing her stomping, Wendy pulls up Onika by the hair. The Superfan’s hands massage her abused cheeks rather than go for her scalp, making it easy for The Suplex Machine to bend her over and secure a Double Undertook. Wendy tenses for the lift, but thinks better of it. Instead, she positions Cassava so her bent-over buns are pointed at the devil in the young lioness’s ear, Sanders increasingly red with anger at Wendy’s assured face.
But that scowl turns back into a smile as Onika powers straight up, lifting a frantic Smith until she’s upside down. The Superfan takes two steps forward and falls back, sandwiching Smith between herself and the mat. Reginald dives for the count, seeing Cassava spread herself out on Wendy’s upper body to apply as much of her weight as possible.
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Smith squirms free at the last moment, saving the match for herself. The two topless and top-heavy (or balanced, in Cassava’s case) wrestlers scramble up at the same. Wendy cocks an elbow for the umpteenth forearm shot to Onika’s gurls, but the Iowan gets low and fast by stepping forward with a gut punch that doubles Wendy over with a bellow. Onika completes the lunge to Wendy’s six o’clock and marks the offered back with an overhand chop that hits with a sick CRACK!, leaving a nasty red handprint behind. That makes the crowd finch and Smith scream. The half-naked PA Powerhouse arches her whipped back thrusting her tanned hills towards a sea of flashing cameras and hi-def phone cameras.
Cassava spins a grimacing Wendy around and sets her breasts alight the backhand chop. Wendy cries out and crosses her arms over her bounty but Cassava shoves them aside and chops her again, the “Woooo!” after each hit is 50% tradition and 50% seeing Wendy’s naked juggs out and about. Cassava keeps the chopfest going until she backs Wendy into the ropes.
Then Cassava presses her in, their nipples briefly glancing off each other before The Superfan sends her off Irish style and plants Wendy with an emphatic dropkick to the chest, Cassava’s bare feet rippling the brunette’s flesh before they both fall.
“Oh shieet!” Kylie slaps the shoulder of a startled fan. “Haven’t seen you get knocked that hard since you lost the Euro tag titles. How’d that feel by the way?”
As the leader of Hot & Bothered berated her from ringside, Wendy’s midsection was crushed under the curvy might of a Banzai Drop. Cassava made sure to put some real pep in it too by coming off a stalled run into the corner.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJTS48UlioU
“Ooof…” Smith feels all the air leave her body as she goes limp as a dishrag. Using her shins, Cassava traps Smith’s arms against her body and presses down hard on her shoulder for a pin. Worthington manages to get a 2.5 count before Wendy shows off the strength of her core and dislodges the BMD champ just in time!
Smith throws an arm over the bottom rope as Cassava backs up as per the ref’s order to take it out of the corner. Cassava paces as Smith climbs the ropes back to standing. She has this! Her dream was in reach! With that pep talk, Cassava bolts out of her corner with a lowered shoulder and the small of Wendy’s back as a target.
Her veteran senses register the vibrations of the canvas and the rise of the FAWNatics cheering, so Wendy acts on instinct. Gripping the top ropes, Smith pulls her legs in and kicks them out straight until her whole body’s rigid and parallel to the ring floor. Feeling a rush of air below her, Wendy knows to push off and lands just behind a bull-like and now-rattled Onika, The Superfan “bwuung”-ing off the buckles and lucky not to hit the steel post.
Smith loops her arms around Cassava’s in a double chickenwing and backs them up to center ring. Forcing her junior onto her tiptoes, Wendy shakes her back and forth lightly to bounce Cassava’s rarely seen but MUCH appreciated chest, particularly to a platinum-haired fan in the first row, before driving the short stack’s neck and shoulders into the canvas.
TIGER SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
Wendy releases the hold before the referee attempts to count, and Cassa flops onto her front in a pile. Wendy pushes off the mat with one hand to look, exhausted but heated, at Kylie across the stadium.
“How’d it feel to lose to Cynthia Mitchell for the hundredth time?”
“OOOOOO,” the fans sound the fire alarm to that brutal burn. Kylie’s face turns cold and hateful, her hands gripping the guardrail such ferocity, and then--
Sanders has jumped the barrier! She steams towards Wendy, and Wendy’s back on her feet and stomping towards the pixie. This match was headed for a brawl if not for Ref Reginald’s large frame slipping between the two before Kylie can step inside the ropes. The former friends claw at each other from around the pillar of muscles that prevents them from taking things to the next level. Kylie’s near rabid after Smith brought up her most hated enemy.
“Why don’t you say that shit to my face, bitch?!” Kylie spits. “No more running off to another country to duck me!”
Wendy seems enraged at the notion of her avoiding a fight. “I’m not the one who formed a group to carry your overrated ass!”
The British official has had enough of this poppycock. “That’s it!” Reginald forcibly separates the two, points a finger at Kylie, then points to the ramp.
“You’re out of here!”
Security personnel had been subtly encroaching since Sanders made her presence known and gathered on the floor below Kylie, still in a heated debate with the ref on the apron.
“This is bullshit! Da Man’s trying screw over another young wrestler of colour!”
Reginald and Wendy break out their respective states of exasperation and fury to stare at Sanders in absurd confusion.
“I meant Cassava, you puppets!” Kylie stomps up the ramp, cursing out the security guards around her, refusing to let “Da Man’s minions” touch her.
Reginald is not convinced. “Cassava will do fine on her own, but you have to go!”
“NA-NA NA, NA-NA NA, HEY HEY, GOOD BYE!” the crowd begins to sing.
Vanilla Chill looks like she’s about to blow, but then jumps down to the arena floor and starts walking towards the back to the cheers of the FAWNatics. Kylie looks back and shouts, “Check your Privilege!”
Wendy watches her go and waves a hand. “The only Privilege I have is kicking your sorry ass.”
Then comes the roar from behind. Cassava finally recovered from the tiger suplex and sees Kylie exiting the ring area. The anger at seeing, of all people, Reginald treating Sanders poorly is too much for the Superfan to take. The Booty Queen charges, raising both arms to deliver a double axe handle to the PA Powerhouse’s bareback… but the veteran grappler ducks and spins out of the way, leaving the Milk Chocolate Mauler to fall into the ropes as she swings and misses.
Bouncing off the cables, Cassava takes a couple of staggering steps backwards when she feels two strong hands grip her kitty. Onika’s mouth opens in an oval of shocked surprise right before the Suplex Machine dips and lifts, sending the BMD champ over with her crotch suplex.
CROTCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsauPVVQ10Y
Casava’s booty is up in the air as she lands on the back of her head and shoulders before momentum takes her body over and leaves her face down on the canvas. Wendy is back on her feet, and her breasts sway as she walks around Onika, the red marks of Cassava’s chops giving Smith’s orbs a ruddy glow. The Suplex Machine straddles the BMD champ, slides her hands under, and lifts. The Milk Chocolate Mauler cries out in pain as she’s hauled up by two handfuls of breast. The big F-Cups bulge around Wendy’s fingers as the Suplex Machine brings Cassava up and then, with a pop of her powerful hips, boobplexes her over again.
BOOBPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUj65V7D0aw
Onika lands hard on the canvas again and rolls, ending starfished on the mat with her F-Cups rolling around her chest before settling. The PA Powerhouse isn’t letting up, though, pulls Cassava up to a seated position, and takes a seat behind her. Her foggy brain barely registers the thick legs wrapping around her waist or the strong arm locking her under the chin. After locking in the Dragon Sleeper, Smith gives the blonde-and-pink-haired woman’s breast a hard open hand slap that snaps Cassava back to the present.
“OOOH FUUUDGE!” Cassava’s mind cries out. The last time Wendy caught her in this hold, she had had to tap out and only being outside the ring saved her from losing. And last time too, Wendy didn’t go to Cassava’s juggs as she’s doing now, slapping, pulling, squeezing the soft flesh in payback for the chops that the Milk Chocolate Mauler gave Smith’s boobs.
Wendy leans her head in closer. “You like dumb quips and puns. How about, ‘You want a milkshake, Cassava?’”
The Booty Queen doesn’t get it at first, but then Smith pinches her right nipple between thumb and index finger, pulls it out, then violently shakes the breast before letting it snap back with a big jiggle. The trapped rookie groans, either from the pain or the bad joke, probably both, but Cassava’s hopes sink as she raises a hand to begin tapping.
“NO! Kylie won’t quit, so I can’t, either.” The thought runs through the Superfan’s head, and she notices that they are near a corner, which means the rope is very close to one side.
Wendy doesn’t make it easy for the Iowan, but Onika reaches out, searching with a bare foot. Smith tenses her body putting more strain on the body scissors and the chin lock, stretching Cassava out. Onika struggles and finds that she can rock her booty to inch closer, and finally, her big toe comes to rest on the bottom rope. Reginald was positioned in expectations of Cassava making it to the ropes and calls for the break. Smith gives the dark-skinned beauty’s boob a playful pat as she unlocks the hold and rolls away to get to her feet first.
Cassava takes to the bottom rope like a lifeline, forcing the ref to step between the two grapplers so that The Superfan can collect herself. Wendy impatiently paces back and forth, eager to continue their guided tour through Suplex City. On shaky feet, Onika pulls herself up with the top rope, leaning heavily against the coils. Nearby, Wendy jumps foot to foot, staying warm and ready to do some meat tossing, her breasts swaying hypnotically. Fed up with waiting, Smith pushes the ref aside and charges in. Smith grabs a shoulder and turns Cassava to face her and--
SMACK! An open palm thrust turns Wendy’s cheek and rattles her brain in her skull. She steps back in defense, but Onika reels her back in. Cassava loops an arm over Wendy's shoulder and hooks the other between the brunette's thighs, gripping her hamstring and pulling the leg up tight. Subconsciously aware of her left and Wendy’s right breast mushrooming against each other, Cassava lifts with a grunt of effort and falls backward, tossing the Suplex Machine with an Exploder Suplex in the corner. Wendy’s right leg hits the buckles awkwardly as she hits the canvas.
EXPLODER SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TzsbBYO6_c
Whipping to her feet, Onika slips through the ropes, climbs to the top buckle, and leaps off, kicking her feet in the air. The BMD flattens Wendy’s JMDs with a wicked seated senton! A pitiful wheeze escapes Smith’s mouth as Onika takes a moment to grind the brunette’s chest under her rump before standing up.
Feeling the cusp of a London Run. Onika grabs the powerhouse’s ankles and pulls Wendy into a hard made tree of woe. The ex-lightweight weight champ struggles valiantly, punching at Cassava’s sides even as she’s hung upside down, but The dyed blonde puts an end to that with a double slap to Wendy’s Sinclair Smackers (an inside joke that Cassava is desperate to get the details on).
The Online Sensation runs full speed to the opposite corner, slaps the top buckle, and runs back, crushing Wendy’s abdomen with another running hip attack. Cassava reaches back for the middle ropes and slides her ass down to Wendy’s face, treating it to taut figure eights. Not a mere humiliation tactic, Cassava's movements squeeze out more of Smith’s precious oxygen as she frantically protests and slaps at the Kylie-stan’s weaponized rear.
Cassava ends with a couple of powerful twerks of her BMD, bouncing Wendy’s head around like a basketball off her bum. Reginald has reached four of five of his count for the action in the corner, and Cassava holds up her hands as she moves back out into the ring. That’s when Wendy finally gets her feet unhooked and crumples to the mat in a heap. The Milk Chocolate Mauler, seeing a chance to maybe finish things, moves back in a bit early, but nothing that sets off Worthington’s referee alarms.
Pulling Smith back to her feet, Cassava is shocked when she feels a firm grip applied to the center of her booty shorts. The brief moment is all Wendy needs to scoop the Iowan and hoist her up in the stalling position of a bodyslam. Onika thinks to point out to the Suplex Machine that she has a hold of her kitty, but then Wendy takes a few running steps and turns Cassava over, power slamming the Booty Queen into the ring.
Smith is so quick back to her feet that it looks like she sprang up off Cassava’s big juggs. Wendy turns and heads for the strands for some extra steam, and on the return, she leaps into the air above the prone woman. Gravity brings her down in a belly to boob splash that causes Cassava’s thick legs to jerk into the air. The Superfan groans in pain and at the sudden lack of oxygen in her lungs. Smith, not slowing, is back up and leaps again, this time bringing her thighs down across Cassava’s face and juggs.
Wendy, feeling it now, pulls her frenemy up and sends her off towards the ropes with an Irish Whip. Cassava’s boobs sway and her buttocks jiggle as she runs to the ropes, springs back, and is greeted with a spinning double axe handle from the PA Powerhouse. Onika is blasted to the canvas with the Altoona Sledge.
The sudden turn of events has the FAWNatics on their feet. Wendy pushes sweat-soaked hair out of her face. Kylie’s biggest fan is still on the canvas, gasping to refill depleted lungs, but the PA Powerhouse isn’t going to allow that to happen. Taking dual handfuls of hair, Wendy guides Cassava’s head up between her thighs and claps her shapely gams to the sides of the blonde’s head. The Suplex Machine leans forward, her breasts pressing into Onika’s back as the White girl wraps her arms around the thick middle of the FAWN youngster. With a loud grunt of effort to lift, Wendy flips Cassava up into the stall position of a powerbomb.
Cassava is shocked when she feels Wendy’s lips on her womanhood, she can’t believe Smith is actually kissing her kitty. Then again, it could be the Black girl’s mind, as to the outside world, it just looks like Wendy is struggling under the weight of a thick opponent. Cassava sighs, though, as she continues to feel the presence of Wendy’s mouth. Then, as distant alarms go off in her head, Onika realizes her position just before the Suplex Machine sends her speeding toward the canvas with the Powerbomb.
The ring ropes shake from the impact as Cassava is blasted into the canvas and lays starfished on the mat. Wendy leans back until her buttocks are on her heels, and with hands on her thighs, she takes several deep breaths.
“Are you going for a cover, Ms. Smith?” Reginald asks from close by.
Wendy sucks in another lung full of air before answering, “Nah, I have something else in mind.”
The PA Powerhouse gets up on one knee and puts the toes of her boot against the small wet spot on Cassava’s trunks, then she stands as she folds the dyed blonde’s legs around her own. The veteran then drops back to one knee, blocking Cassava from unfolding her legs. To make sure her opponent is properly ready for stage two, Wendy drops a hammering forearm down on the splayed out F-Cups. Cassava jerks, but little more.
The Suplex Machine pulls the Iowan up to a seated position and slides her arms under Cassava’s own before pulling her in until Wendy has Onika’s arms pressed to the sides of her head with Smith’s strong limbs wrapped around them. Cassava tries to squirm, but each move causes Wendy’s well-placed boot to rub her womanhood. Then what in her fanfiction Cassava calls Sinclair Smackers becomes Onika Smackers as her face is buried in the pillowy breasts of the PA Powerhouse.
The Milk Chocolate Mauler tries to fight free, but every motion seems to cause Wendy’s boot to rub her nether regions. The sounds of the crowd are becoming fuzzy as her arms cover her ears, and she feels light-headed from the lack of oxygen.
Reginald looks semi concerned, but Wendy reassures him, “Not yet.”
All the Booty Champ can think of is not giving up, but the salty, sweaty darkness her face is trapped in spreads into her brain, and the rubbing has her fully aroused. Honestly, Cassava isn’t sure she wants it to stop. The Kylie fan club president’s body jerks and jolts.
“Soon,” Smith says, giving Worthington an update. “She’s about out.”
Cassava’s body goes rigid and then slack. Wendy still holds her both of the Superfan’s arms up, but she drops one hand down to give Cassava’s right jugg a light slap, then a firm squeeze.
Nothing.
Letting Cassava’s right arm fall, Wendy says, “Go ahead and check her.”
RAW3 lifts the limb and lets go.
THUMP! ONE!
THUMP! TWO!
THUMP! THREE!
Reginald jumps up calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Wendy gently lays Cassava’s unconscious body down to the mat and unlocks their legs, revealing a larger wet spot on the front of Cassava’s trunks as the ring announcer makes it official.
“YOUR WINNER… BY KO… THE PA POWERHOUSE… WENDY SMITH!”
Wendy calmly walks over, offering her wrist to Reginald. As he raises the Suplex Machine’s arm, he congratulates her. “Well played, Wendy. I’m glad you and Cassava could settle things in the ring.”
Wendy grins. “Thanks for stepping in with Kylie.”
“It’s my job,” RAW 3 says with a nod.
Wendy steps away, and when Reg starts to say something, Smith cuts him off. “I’m not up to anything unsavory, Reg. I just a word with her.”
Onika is still flat on the canvas as Wendy kneels beside her and flicks her left boob a few times. “Hey! Wake up, Buns of Fun.” It takes a few flicks and rubs of Cassava’s boob to bring the girl around, and then Wendy places a hand on the jugg. “Good match, Cassava, but I think it’s time for you to move on to someone else on your list.”
Before the Superfan can form a response, Wendy is moving and out of the ring. Collecting her sports bra from one of the ring attendants, she heads towards the back and the next opponent FAWN throws her way.