Post by boobytrap on Aug 1, 2020 13:49:45 GMT
“And who should I make this out too?”
Cassava scribbles her signature across a photo of herself and hands it to a nervous fan. Days before FAWN’s beach event the organization and the beach fighting circuit are holding a special meet and greet for the fans to build up buzz for the extra PPV. Her last fan before the time limit cut-off walks away on Cloud 9 leaving Cassava free for her plans that day.
CASSAVA ONIKA
“Pretty good turn out,” she muses out loud, looking over the busy shore. Watching fans of either league dart back and forth getting autographs, merchandise or snacks. “Although I guess it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t, tickets went fast!” Cassava smiles to herself. She planned this PPV for months before presenting it to Bethany Christain and so far it’s going off without a hitch.
Moving fast enough to deter eagle-eyed fans but not cause a scene The Superfan leaves the FAWN section of the convention floor and travels through the Beach Fighting aisles, making sure to maddog stare an oblivious Chrissy Daniel as she walked past, a hall of famer in both combat sports so she understandably had the biggest line of admirers, an unavoidable side effect of Cassava’s agenda. To those keeping score at home, Yoona had the second biggest line and Pandora the third, much to her annoyance...
She exits the lands of sun and surf enters The Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling section. The phoenix based promotion was Cassava’s home before FAWN and as of last Halloween, LAW has entered a working relationship with the number one wrestling company. Onika waved some brief hellos to her former colleagues entertaining long time Indie wrestling fans and introducing the more casual consumer to their work. Cassava spies a pair of new faces she doesn’t recognize, a duo of well-endowed brunettes in camouflage ring gear with a small gathering of diverse fans wearing clothes bearing slogans like “Climate Change is Real!” and “My Vagina My Rules.”
Cassava tried not to be too obvious as she rubbernecked what she assumed was a hot new tag-team, “Damn, didn’t know the Dunbars came in brown. Fans seem cool too.”
A cheery voice disrupts her ogling, “Hey Cassava!”
The dyed blond and pink shortie turns to see her old friend and LAW wrestler, Sarah Spencer adorned in her ring gear of a black sports bra with matching skirted bottoms and a baseball hat.
“SPORTY” SARAH SPENCER
The Sporty One gives her mentor the Baseball Valkyrie a hug goodbye and a parting pat on the butt, sportswoman-style and walks over to Cassava excitedly, wrapping Onika in a warm hug. “Hey, girl! It’s been too long, how’ve you been?”
Cassava gives her a squeeze and separates from The Angelic Athlete, “I’ve been doing well, thanks! Helping get this event off the ground. How are you?”
Spencer shrugs, looking satisfied but a little sad. “I’m good, LAW’s a bit weird these days though. Sin and Vice are weirdly focused, been eating up the tag scene. Danica still kinda nuts and ungrateful to Victoria, did you see the penthouse match they had?” Cassava shakes her head no, looking surprised. Spencer continues, “Danic went super hard and Vic lost. Like, lost the apartment. She still lives in the same building but it really affected her. She returned a few weeks ago but Vic comes in minutes before her match dressed to wrestle, puts down her opponent in less than 5 minutes and walks out. No talking, no eye contact with anyone.”
Cassava eyebrows raise, “whoa… I didn’t know things were that bad between them.” She casts her eyes over to where Danica’s booth is. The Squire turned “Daddy” has lost her cool and currently jugging out a tall coed who had congratulated her on “Humiliating that faux noble rich birch Victoria.” Apparently, Danica was of the mindset that only she earned the right to disparage her teacher and decorated young veteran Victoria Hackensmidt. “Everyone else better show some damned respect!”
As LAW founder Bobby Barnun Bartelby scurries over and tries to pry the hopefully non-litigious fan from Dadal’s valley Cassava turns back to Sarah, “I don’t know what her deal is but she needs to get her head straight.” Sarah nods in agreement watching five burly security guards pry a froth-mouthed Danica away form a cowering fan in Bartleby’s arms.
Cassava puts her hand on Sarah’s shoulder in a comforting, “If things get too weird for ya at home come up and visit me in Orlando, we’ll show ‘em some Black Girl Magic!”
The Sporty beams and takes her friend in a brief sidehug, “FAWN will see my skills soon enough, as soon as I finish a run with LAW’s title. You gonna be around?”
“I will be,” Cassava responds, “but I got to take care of some business for the PPV, can’t leave something for Bethany to take advantage of and screw someone over. Meet up for drinks after?”
Spencer tips her cap to The Superfan, “You know it.” Onika turns her back to Sarah realizing her mistake just after it’s too late to do anything…
CRACK!
“Knock ‘em dead!”
AAIEEEE!!!!, Cassava screams in her mind, bites her lip and her eyes become just the tiniest bit teary from the hardcore BDSM spank Sarah Spencer just unleashed on Bootybattler’s poor rump before walking away. A quirk of hers even before wrestling, Sarah tends to give her friends and teammates friendly pats on the butt. In Cassava’s case… that pat is minimum 10x as hard; Spencer seems to have no idea she does this and at this point, Cassava finds the situation too awkward to bring up.
Quickly sneaking out of the building through a side entrance (backside still smarting) Cassava walks to the shady side of the convention center by the hedges. Now what she said was true, Onika does have some last-minute details to work out for the FAWN/Beach summit but she has some personal business to take care of first….
A melodic, Julia child-esque voice calls out behind her “Ooh, Cassyyy!!”
Cassava turns around and only has a moment to grimace before her head is swallowed by two gigantic vanilla mountains.
GLENN CLOSE
The recently appointed Commissioner of the Daytona Beach Fighting, Glenn Close(no relation) wrapped The Superfan’s face in an affectionate, indirect, but very effective front sleeper as a greeting. One hand pressed the back of Cassava’s head DEEP into the valley where beachrats fear to tread, the other wrapped around Cassava’s side pinning her arm and rubbed Cassava’s back. The caresses descending gradually till Glenn cups The BMD’s right glue firmly.
“It’s so good to see youuu!” Glenn’s voice lilts musically, the Comissh waggling her shoulders in happiness repeatedly smacking Cassava’s face with her God-given weapons. “It’s been too loonng!”
“Ibf’s gffph twb sewb uub tube,” Onika’s voice is understandably muffled but Glenn was a competitor for several years and a trainer of beach fighters currently, so her trained ears translate her former student’s bewb speak to “It’s good to see you too.”
Finally getting enough wiggle room to get her hands on Close’s hips Cassava shoves her self free from the “hug” red-faced and gasping lightly she swipes a hand over her features to remove the light layer of salty cleavage sweat the raven-haired bombshell had collected under the hot sun. Once her eyes can focus she takes in her former beachfighting teacher’s appearance; her short, dark hair stylized in a classic coif that frames her face beautifully, a black skirt ending just past the knees that hugged her curves tightly and a short-sleeved white blouse with a scoop neckline so deep it practically a jacket and two large shiny bracelets, red and white respectively hung loosely on her left arm. Still tasting Glenn on her tongue Cassava speaks in a friendly manner only slightly irritated from her co-conspirator’s groping, “Your still as friendly as ever, glad to see the big office hasn’t worn you down.”
Glenn speaks in her ever-consistent giddy tone, “Oh heavens no, I love my new position. I’m interacting with the sport from a whole new perspective and I can finally bring the beach league to the next level, and thanks to your clever little ideas I’m more vital to the league than ever!.” As she speaks Glenn takes the short influencer in her arms once again, the ex-beachfighter’s bounty eclipsing Onika’s. This time Glenn sneaks both hands below Cassava’s waist and takes two greedy handfuls of buttcheek and kneads them like dough, much to The Superfan’s chagrin. The Iowan gives her teacher a small hug and takes Glenn’s paws by the wrists and moves them off her buns as she separates, giving them a small squeeze as a gesture of friendship.
Cassava respects Glenn as a fighter, trainer, administrator and loves her as a friend… but would prefer to keep their meetings as short as possible. She tries to maneuver the conversation to the reason they’re having a clandestine meeting, “I’m happy the old guard finally saw some reason and started listening to you, we’re gonna make BANK on this PPV! But first... “ Cassava leans back and takes a quick survey oh their surroundings, making sure they’re alone.
Onika speaks furtively in a whisper “Pleasure before business. Did you bring it?”
Glenn Close gives their surrounds a scan of her own before smiling widely,” Yes!” and reaches down and into her great canyon of cleavage, searching blindly for something pocketed away. The motions of her fingers created a distracting wave of jiggling in Glenn’s bosom that had Cassava fearing that shirt might pop under the strain. Finally locating the object trapped in her underboob Glenn Close pulls out a USB Drive.
Glenn gives another happy shimmy, “Here we are!” and places it in Cassava’s hands, the Drive is still warm from being trapped under those teats for god knows how long. Cassava can sympathize. Close tugs up on her dislodged blouse in a Sisyphean attempt to cover herself, “That’s every match I had with Bethany Christian in our rookie years! Every beachfight, penthouse fight, apartment fight and one mud wrestling session.”
Onika treats the drive like a precious object handling it with the utmost care, slowly putting it into a shock-absorbing, borderline bulletproof case. “It took me a long time to track that footage down,” Onika expounds to a patient Glenn, needing to vent her emotions. “Before the beach fights were mostly consolidated if a league went out of business it’s tape library gets pretty scattered depending on the contracts. It took months and months but I found a connoisseur in Lithuania and I fed that info to you, so Daytona gets a bigger catalogue and I get to spread the glorious visual of FAWN Commissioner Bethany getting JUGGED OUT time and time and again!”
Cassava pauses and looks at Glenn anxiously, “She’s never beaten you right?”
The buxom brunette shakes her head, still with that ever-present smile, “Nope! We only faced each other a little over a handful of times over a span of two years, but she never managed to get that W over me. Just lucky I guess.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Cassava glances down at Close’s prodigious chest before securing the case to the hem of her shorts. “Thanks for this, I’ll be sure to hype up the next beach fight you promote.”
Glenn sidles up, clearly getting ready ounce on Onika once again, “Any way I could lure away from FAWN to the sand and surf? I know you’ll do well here.”
The Superfan cuts off her potential jugging by slipping into a side huge with Close and gently maneuvering her back to the convention.
“Maybe for the odd match but I’m in FAWN for the long haul, I got a lot of plans. A lot of people to raise up...” Cassava’s voice loses all of its warmth as she completes her thought.
“...and a lot of people to break down.”
Cassava scribbles her signature across a photo of herself and hands it to a nervous fan. Days before FAWN’s beach event the organization and the beach fighting circuit are holding a special meet and greet for the fans to build up buzz for the extra PPV. Her last fan before the time limit cut-off walks away on Cloud 9 leaving Cassava free for her plans that day.
CASSAVA ONIKA
“Pretty good turn out,” she muses out loud, looking over the busy shore. Watching fans of either league dart back and forth getting autographs, merchandise or snacks. “Although I guess it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t, tickets went fast!” Cassava smiles to herself. She planned this PPV for months before presenting it to Bethany Christain and so far it’s going off without a hitch.
Moving fast enough to deter eagle-eyed fans but not cause a scene The Superfan leaves the FAWN section of the convention floor and travels through the Beach Fighting aisles, making sure to maddog stare an oblivious Chrissy Daniel as she walked past, a hall of famer in both combat sports so she understandably had the biggest line of admirers, an unavoidable side effect of Cassava’s agenda. To those keeping score at home, Yoona had the second biggest line and Pandora the third, much to her annoyance...
She exits the lands of sun and surf enters The Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling section. The phoenix based promotion was Cassava’s home before FAWN and as of last Halloween, LAW has entered a working relationship with the number one wrestling company. Onika waved some brief hellos to her former colleagues entertaining long time Indie wrestling fans and introducing the more casual consumer to their work. Cassava spies a pair of new faces she doesn’t recognize, a duo of well-endowed brunettes in camouflage ring gear with a small gathering of diverse fans wearing clothes bearing slogans like “Climate Change is Real!” and “My Vagina My Rules.”
Cassava tried not to be too obvious as she rubbernecked what she assumed was a hot new tag-team, “Damn, didn’t know the Dunbars came in brown. Fans seem cool too.”
A cheery voice disrupts her ogling, “Hey Cassava!”
The dyed blond and pink shortie turns to see her old friend and LAW wrestler, Sarah Spencer adorned in her ring gear of a black sports bra with matching skirted bottoms and a baseball hat.
“SPORTY” SARAH SPENCER
The Sporty One gives her mentor the Baseball Valkyrie a hug goodbye and a parting pat on the butt, sportswoman-style and walks over to Cassava excitedly, wrapping Onika in a warm hug. “Hey, girl! It’s been too long, how’ve you been?”
Cassava gives her a squeeze and separates from The Angelic Athlete, “I’ve been doing well, thanks! Helping get this event off the ground. How are you?”
Spencer shrugs, looking satisfied but a little sad. “I’m good, LAW’s a bit weird these days though. Sin and Vice are weirdly focused, been eating up the tag scene. Danica still kinda nuts and ungrateful to Victoria, did you see the penthouse match they had?” Cassava shakes her head no, looking surprised. Spencer continues, “Danic went super hard and Vic lost. Like, lost the apartment. She still lives in the same building but it really affected her. She returned a few weeks ago but Vic comes in minutes before her match dressed to wrestle, puts down her opponent in less than 5 minutes and walks out. No talking, no eye contact with anyone.”
Cassava eyebrows raise, “whoa… I didn’t know things were that bad between them.” She casts her eyes over to where Danica’s booth is. The Squire turned “Daddy” has lost her cool and currently jugging out a tall coed who had congratulated her on “Humiliating that faux noble rich birch Victoria.” Apparently, Danica was of the mindset that only she earned the right to disparage her teacher and decorated young veteran Victoria Hackensmidt. “Everyone else better show some damned respect!”
As LAW founder Bobby Barnun Bartelby scurries over and tries to pry the hopefully non-litigious fan from Dadal’s valley Cassava turns back to Sarah, “I don’t know what her deal is but she needs to get her head straight.” Sarah nods in agreement watching five burly security guards pry a froth-mouthed Danica away form a cowering fan in Bartleby’s arms.
Cassava puts her hand on Sarah’s shoulder in a comforting, “If things get too weird for ya at home come up and visit me in Orlando, we’ll show ‘em some Black Girl Magic!”
The Sporty beams and takes her friend in a brief sidehug, “FAWN will see my skills soon enough, as soon as I finish a run with LAW’s title. You gonna be around?”
“I will be,” Cassava responds, “but I got to take care of some business for the PPV, can’t leave something for Bethany to take advantage of and screw someone over. Meet up for drinks after?”
Spencer tips her cap to The Superfan, “You know it.” Onika turns her back to Sarah realizing her mistake just after it’s too late to do anything…
CRACK!
“Knock ‘em dead!”
AAIEEEE!!!!, Cassava screams in her mind, bites her lip and her eyes become just the tiniest bit teary from the hardcore BDSM spank Sarah Spencer just unleashed on Bootybattler’s poor rump before walking away. A quirk of hers even before wrestling, Sarah tends to give her friends and teammates friendly pats on the butt. In Cassava’s case… that pat is minimum 10x as hard; Spencer seems to have no idea she does this and at this point, Cassava finds the situation too awkward to bring up.
Quickly sneaking out of the building through a side entrance (backside still smarting) Cassava walks to the shady side of the convention center by the hedges. Now what she said was true, Onika does have some last-minute details to work out for the FAWN/Beach summit but she has some personal business to take care of first….
A melodic, Julia child-esque voice calls out behind her “Ooh, Cassyyy!!”
Cassava turns around and only has a moment to grimace before her head is swallowed by two gigantic vanilla mountains.
GLENN CLOSE
The recently appointed Commissioner of the Daytona Beach Fighting, Glenn Close(no relation) wrapped The Superfan’s face in an affectionate, indirect, but very effective front sleeper as a greeting. One hand pressed the back of Cassava’s head DEEP into the valley where beachrats fear to tread, the other wrapped around Cassava’s side pinning her arm and rubbed Cassava’s back. The caresses descending gradually till Glenn cups The BMD’s right glue firmly.
“It’s so good to see youuu!” Glenn’s voice lilts musically, the Comissh waggling her shoulders in happiness repeatedly smacking Cassava’s face with her God-given weapons. “It’s been too loonng!”
“Ibf’s gffph twb sewb uub tube,” Onika’s voice is understandably muffled but Glenn was a competitor for several years and a trainer of beach fighters currently, so her trained ears translate her former student’s bewb speak to “It’s good to see you too.”
Finally getting enough wiggle room to get her hands on Close’s hips Cassava shoves her self free from the “hug” red-faced and gasping lightly she swipes a hand over her features to remove the light layer of salty cleavage sweat the raven-haired bombshell had collected under the hot sun. Once her eyes can focus she takes in her former beachfighting teacher’s appearance; her short, dark hair stylized in a classic coif that frames her face beautifully, a black skirt ending just past the knees that hugged her curves tightly and a short-sleeved white blouse with a scoop neckline so deep it practically a jacket and two large shiny bracelets, red and white respectively hung loosely on her left arm. Still tasting Glenn on her tongue Cassava speaks in a friendly manner only slightly irritated from her co-conspirator’s groping, “Your still as friendly as ever, glad to see the big office hasn’t worn you down.”
Glenn speaks in her ever-consistent giddy tone, “Oh heavens no, I love my new position. I’m interacting with the sport from a whole new perspective and I can finally bring the beach league to the next level, and thanks to your clever little ideas I’m more vital to the league than ever!.” As she speaks Glenn takes the short influencer in her arms once again, the ex-beachfighter’s bounty eclipsing Onika’s. This time Glenn sneaks both hands below Cassava’s waist and takes two greedy handfuls of buttcheek and kneads them like dough, much to The Superfan’s chagrin. The Iowan gives her teacher a small hug and takes Glenn’s paws by the wrists and moves them off her buns as she separates, giving them a small squeeze as a gesture of friendship.
Cassava respects Glenn as a fighter, trainer, administrator and loves her as a friend… but would prefer to keep their meetings as short as possible. She tries to maneuver the conversation to the reason they’re having a clandestine meeting, “I’m happy the old guard finally saw some reason and started listening to you, we’re gonna make BANK on this PPV! But first... “ Cassava leans back and takes a quick survey oh their surroundings, making sure they’re alone.
Onika speaks furtively in a whisper “Pleasure before business. Did you bring it?”
Glenn Close gives their surrounds a scan of her own before smiling widely,” Yes!” and reaches down and into her great canyon of cleavage, searching blindly for something pocketed away. The motions of her fingers created a distracting wave of jiggling in Glenn’s bosom that had Cassava fearing that shirt might pop under the strain. Finally locating the object trapped in her underboob Glenn Close pulls out a USB Drive.
Glenn gives another happy shimmy, “Here we are!” and places it in Cassava’s hands, the Drive is still warm from being trapped under those teats for god knows how long. Cassava can sympathize. Close tugs up on her dislodged blouse in a Sisyphean attempt to cover herself, “That’s every match I had with Bethany Christian in our rookie years! Every beachfight, penthouse fight, apartment fight and one mud wrestling session.”
Onika treats the drive like a precious object handling it with the utmost care, slowly putting it into a shock-absorbing, borderline bulletproof case. “It took me a long time to track that footage down,” Onika expounds to a patient Glenn, needing to vent her emotions. “Before the beach fights were mostly consolidated if a league went out of business it’s tape library gets pretty scattered depending on the contracts. It took months and months but I found a connoisseur in Lithuania and I fed that info to you, so Daytona gets a bigger catalogue and I get to spread the glorious visual of FAWN Commissioner Bethany getting JUGGED OUT time and time and again!”
Cassava pauses and looks at Glenn anxiously, “She’s never beaten you right?”
The buxom brunette shakes her head, still with that ever-present smile, “Nope! We only faced each other a little over a handful of times over a span of two years, but she never managed to get that W over me. Just lucky I guess.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Cassava glances down at Close’s prodigious chest before securing the case to the hem of her shorts. “Thanks for this, I’ll be sure to hype up the next beach fight you promote.”
Glenn sidles up, clearly getting ready ounce on Onika once again, “Any way I could lure away from FAWN to the sand and surf? I know you’ll do well here.”
The Superfan cuts off her potential jugging by slipping into a side huge with Close and gently maneuvering her back to the convention.
“Maybe for the odd match but I’m in FAWN for the long haul, I got a lot of plans. A lot of people to raise up...” Cassava’s voice loses all of its warmth as she completes her thought.
“...and a lot of people to break down.”