Wet and Wild: Beach Fight Special Event

Welcome to WET and WILD! A first of its kind, special event co-hosted between FAWN wrestling and the Daytona Beach Fighting Circuit. Today you’ll see matches under the harsh light of day fought in the ring, in the sand, for the main event, THE OIL PIT. If you watched the free pre-show you saw Molly O’Cannon defeat Danica Dadal in a lopsided victory aboard the pirate’s personal ring and ship, The Buccaneer's Booty. The fan favourite, enigmatic pirate trounced the LAW wrestler to keep her undefeated streak intact before tossing the pneumatic Polish woman overboard to be collected by officially licensed lifeguards. For all you paying viewers out there, put on another coat of sunscreen because we have a lot more action to go!!!

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POW!


“Errgh!” Emery shook her dark locks out of her face. Every time she got close to an opening, Olunike popped her in the face with a trained fist.


EMERY COLERIDGE




OLUNIKE WAITE




Emery was initially quite happy with the announcement that her second go ‘round with the big Canadian rookie would take place on the beaches. She had spent a good couple of years establishing herself as a contender on the surf circuit. “2 and 0, hope Waite won’t get discouraged,” Emery thought, genuine concern mixed with just a hint of smugness.



Pow!



“Pffth!” Waite lands a left cross that spins Coleridge around and plants her face in the sand. Pushing herself off the beach, Emery spits grains of sand out her mouth and gets back on her feet, dusting off her beach fight togs of an aqua two-piece bikini with a golden chain around her bottoms.



“A little grit is good for the soul. Come on, Emery, let’s get at ‘er.” The Canadian Destroyer urges her FAWN senior up in a friendly but professional manner. As always, Waite is dressed conservatively but beautifully in a burgundy one-piece that flattered her hardbody frame wonderfully. A small, white maple leaf is placed over where her navel would be.



The wrestlers are surrounded by fans, only kept back by audience decorum and carefully placed security guards, and the rolling waves of the ocean. Cheering for the stoic hardbody appropriately in the northern section of fans were Olunike’s fellow Canadians in the Northern Coalition. La Sombra, despite not being booked, is rocking the face paint, and Hazeema McMurray’s bosom is fully healed from her match with Rue Ann MacKenna. They cheer wildly for their stoic bestie in matching red bikinis with a white maple on the right cheek. The curvy pair jump up and down in excitement, fully distracting those standing by them, but the spectators seem to love the sideshow, especially Rue Ann, who accompanied the trio as a friend of McMurray’s. She was always up for a trip to the Candian team’s melon patch.



Olunike moves with surprising grace on the shifting sands, circling a watchful Emery. ”Had more than one brawl on a gravel driveway.”



Waite rushes in with clothesline but the billionaire dodges, a snappy kick to the Northener’s left calf as a forget-me-not. Waite then whirls around, sidestepping a follow-up kick. Olunike moves well but with a noticeable hitch in her step. Emery had landed mostly superficial offense before now but had been working Olunike’s leg consistently since the beginning of the bout. Emery zigzags, faking the farmer out and clapping her clavicle with a series of backhand chops, the beach FAWNatics crying out in Pavlovian flair after each hit.



“Gravel eh?” CHOP! WOOO! “Not my usual taste.” CHOP! WOOO! “But I’m open to it for our third match.” CHOP! WOOO!



The Greenwich Villager switches to pulling Waite’s head down into crisp European uppercuts that back the taller woman across the makeshift ring, and a trench of their combined footprints digs into the shore. Nearing a barrier of fans, Emery has Olunike by the back of the head and winds up a big final uppercut.



“Graaa!” Before Emery can swing, Olunike takes the rich girl by the straps of her bikini top and pulls her into a massive headbutt. The crowd groans as Emery stumbles back, rattled by the Canadian’s stone forehead.



A hand calloused by years of work on the farm takes Coleridge by the back of the neck and pushes her down and in between Olunike’s widespread legs. The Canadian Destroyer presses her front to Emery’s back and loops her arms around the billionaire’s waist and flips her up until she’s seated on the farmer’s shoulders. Emery has a moment to cast a worried look to the audience before Waite takes her by the waistband and slams her into the sand! The Coalitionite bends with the bomb for extra power, the beach indenting itself around Coleridge’s woozy form.



SNAP POWERBOMB

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTpn1zKHeo0



Emery’s arms are spread in the sand in a T, and her legs are still in Olunike’s possession. The larger girl widens Emery’s stems and leans forward until the billionaire’s ankles are past her head, and most of their combined weight is on Emery’s shoulders. Pressed against the Caucaisan’s rump, Oluinike spreads her legs to make the pin all the more domineering as she places her hands on the beach by Emery’s head. The visual of the two get some hoots and catcalls as the ref counts while Sombra and Hazeema feel a weirdly hot flash of Deja Vu. Both have had had the odd dream where Olunike has them in a similar position.



ONE!

TWO!!

Emery kicks out!



Forcibly bucking off the pin, Emery flops onto her front, her breathing making little clouds of dust. Her stern, inscrutable expression never wavering for a moment, Olunike pats Emery before somewhat gently pulling her up by under the armpits.



“Pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er,” the Canadian says, urging the high socialite up in her rural patois. Olunike has Emery on her feet, albeit stooped over, when the catfighter springs to life. Slithering her arms free, Emery takes her opponent in a front facelock and spins until they’re both facing the sunny blue sky. She abruptly falls back first onto the beach, jarring Olunike’s neck against her shoulder.



NECK TWIST

youtu.be/BN0S4I8gQdI?t=8



As Waite writhes and holds her neck, Emery quickly stands above the newer hire and falls back on one foot to drop an elbow above Waite’s heart. The Coalitionite convulses after the dagger sinks deep into breast meat, Emery gets back up in a flash and piles on two more elbow drops. Olunike’s got a lot of power in her frame, and the New Yorker prefers it dormant.



www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7GoXtOo0-s



Emery scoops two long ebony stems and pulls them into Olunike’s chest for a pin. The zebra gets his knees in the sand, checking her shoulder and slap the beach once… twice… thre--



Olunike bucks free! The toughest woman in Letterkenny turns onto her belly and climbs to all fours, but Emery’s right on top of her, spamming overhand forearms to the Canadian’s back. Still, Olunike continues to rise under the storm, firing a sneaky uppercut to the breadbasket. Emery groans and falls to a three-point stance, holding back a retch.



Still, Emery has her mind focused on the win and punches Waite’s calf, the same leg she’s been working all match. Waite grits her teeth and hobbles over like a newborn deer. Coleridge backs up, measuring her next move before she drives an elbow into the back of the Canuck’s left knee.



youtu.be/DnHSTm8b8J4?t=3



“Ahhh!”



A rare cry from the stoic woman concerns her friends at ringside, and La Sombra and Hazeema share a worried look. Rue Ann isn’t as close to Olunike but stops eyeing Northern pulchritude and adopts an appreciate expression.



The two battlers rise, Olunike in a trembling manner with her back to the billionaire. Emery retreats again, finding the hit and run tactic a successful one, before she extends an arm and sprints back for a lariat to the back of Olunike’s--



CRACK!!



Straightening up and spinning on a dime, Olunike strikes with a spinning back elbow to Coleridge’s chin!



MOOSEJAWBREAKER

www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzcEiZghNoI



Emery drops on the sand like a discarded beach towel seeing stars, the “Oooo…” of the crowd mixing oddly with the relaxing white noise of the slow crash of waves against the shore. Not trusting in a pinfall to win the match, Waite lumbers over and pulls Coleridge up in fits and starts, right into a standing headscissors. She flips the billionaire onto her shoulders and pushes her up by the waist until Olunike’s face, tense with effort, can be seen below Emery’s shapely buttocks. Then she just BASHES the socialite into the beach with an elevated powerbomb.



NIAGARA FALLS

youtu.be/hn-nNbBgBZY?t=7



A spray of sand showers the first row, and they love it. Coleridge’s eyes roll back in her head as she makes an angel in the beach before she flops still. Waite steps over a splayed leg and drops for a lateral cover, not bothering to hook a leg, either forgetting in her exhaustion or simply performing a rookie mistake.



ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!



DING!DING!



“Your winner, representing The Northern Coalition, Olunike Waite!”



La Sombra and Hazeema are back to jumping with glee, the Canucks sandwiching Rue Ann between them in a half hug. Not that the hillbilly minded having two pairs of large, shapely breasts ricocheting off her grinning cheeks. Olunike raises a fist in the air with a small smile, an extreme display of emotion in her case, and reaches down to shake a semi-conscious Emery’s hand.



“Great fight. Let’s set up that tiebreaker soon, yep?”



Olunke drops Emery’s hand in the dirt and walks over to her team to grab a Puppers and drink to her victory.



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YOONA PARK




Yoona Park, former Eurasian champion, the most dominant wrestler to hold the title and the longer reigning, fuck anyone who tries to add an asterisk (looking at you Kent Allard). The Queen of the Park Palace wearing hundred dollar shades taps hurriedly on her phone, in a bidding war for a limited edition strapon with a Canadian businessman. Completely ignoring the cheering of the adoring crowds attending the beach that day. This was no “special event” for her, Yoona dominated the beach circuit with absolute authority before she came to FAWN. Unless her opponent was Chrissy Daniel making a sudden and much-anticipated return to the sand this was an easy paycheque.



Still, apathy or not Yoona came in dressed to impress... an urge in Camille and Kanako to pull the trigger on that threesome. Switching from her usual bustier one-piece to a bandeau bikini top with matching bottoms with the same colour scheme as before, black with gold accents.



“Ha! Got it! Cam’s gonna be walking bow legged for a week.” Yoona chuckled to herself going over a listing of the martial aid’s long list of settings and features. The BlueTooth speaker seems an odd design choice but Park’s certain she’ll find a way to factor it in.



A bubbly, vaguely southern feminine voice interrupts Yoona’s musings with a giggle in her voice. “Eyes up, sweetheart.” Yoona keeps her head pointed at her phone but moves her shades down with a finger to get a look at today’s offering.



A young woman with dark blonde hair stood in front of Yoona with an arm on a cocked hip. Her best guess the beachcomber was about 5’5, maybe 120lbs or less. In her right thumb and index fingers, she held a green lollipop that she happily stuck through her lips which were coated with a pink lip gloss. For the match, she wore the slingest of sling bikinis(image not shown for decency reasons) that was yellow in make. It was basically a V of material that just covered the naughty bits enough for her not to be arrested.



DEBRA SUGERMEN




Yoona breathes heavily through her nose, yeah this bitch is hawt stuff but she has “Basic babyface meat” written all over her, and Yoona was half sure she was faking that accent. “What fresh hell is this?”



The beach fighter removes the lolly from her mouth with an audible “pop!” and points it at the FAWN wrestler, a bright smile on her face. “Debra Sugermen, formerly the face of Sugermen Candy. A pleasure to meet you, Honeybun. Welcome back to the surf. I hear you were something of beach fighter yourself, overseas?”



Yoona counts to ten in her mind, she promised Cam to be on her best behaviour, “Yeahhh… Look, how bout you just lay down now and get this over with? No fuss, no muss? You clearly have no idea what you’re doing going by the crotch floss you’re wearing.”



“Oh, this?” Debra executes a cute twirl that turns scandalous when she waggles her barely covered bottom at the ex-Eurasian champ. “It’s gonna be my signature look! I bought it to celebrate my first day and it’s got me three wins, I’d say I have some idea, gumdrop.”



Yoona speaks in a deadpanned tone after a beat of silence, “This candy nickname bit is going to be a real thing with you isn’t it?”



“Oh yes.” Debra twirls the sucker past her lips with a wink. Yoona Park breathes heavily as she puts her phone away, “All right, I promised Cam not to hurt you too bad cause she needs the big wigs to give her matches, but I got to teach you the basics.”



“Well, you certainly have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” Debra takes the slight in stride and with a raised eyebrow. The confectionary heiress walks over to the line of fans, picks out a strapping buck and places the used sucker in his mouth with a wink. “Maybe you need to remember the taste of sand in your teeth,” Little Debbie gets in a ready position across from Park, who took off her shades, folded them up and stuck them in the referee’s pocket without asking him first. Yoona interlaced her fingers and bent them back to an audible crack, “You got no idea who you’re talking to do you?”



Debra rolls her shoulders and shakes her hands loose as she gets low, “Why don’t you show me?”



Minutes Later



“AAAAIIII!!!” AAII! AAI! YAHAAi!!!”



Sugermen’s screams echoed over the lecherous cheers of the crowd and the crashing surf. The beach-bound rookie slapped and clawed ineffectually at the thighs looking to reduce the diameter of her skull, but it wasn’t the standing headscissors that her screaming. No, It was the horribly wicked wedgie Yoona was applying with a an amused expression and expert precision. Every sawing yank crept that material up higher and higher between the sugar seller’s cheeks, the swimsuit going from tawdry to explicit in a matter of seconds. Yoona ups the pressure on Debra’s head to mix in a bit of groan with the squeal, “Don’t think I’m letting you off with this. No one calls me pastries unless it’s Cam roleplaying Giorno Giovanna, whoever the hell that is...”



A Few Minutes later



“RAAAA!!” RAIII!!! STOP IT!!!”



“You stop assaulting my ears with your screams!”



Debra found no time to rally deeper in the match and found herself in what was known generically in wrestling as a shame hold; upside down in a seated Yoona’s clutches, Debra’s legs were spread painfully wide through the South Korean’s grapevine. Yoona stretched the former ad girl’s gams wider and wider and before clapping them together in the tune of We Will Rock You before setting into a near-perfect split.



SHAMEHOLD

youtu.be/vD_sYuk0a5w?t=1310



Not through with the critique of her foe’s choice of ring gear Park reached around to the front of Sugermen’s slingkini ripped a VICIOUS front wedgie that had the blonde hitting the high notes.



Two Minutes Later



“EEEeerrgnhFF!”



This is definitely the lowest point of Sugermen’s embryonic career. Now buck NAKED with her tits in the dirt, Yoona sat on the Southern(?) girls back using her thighs to keep Debra’s arms pinned to herself. With free rein over the barely-a-swimsuit Yoona worked the spandex through Debra’s mouth like a horse’s reins and has been wrenching the slingkini side to side in the first televised application of the dreaded “Face Wedgie.”



“Man, your refs are a lot more easygoing than FAWN’s,” remarks Yoona, pleased at the ‘girls will be girls’ approach the official is taking with their fight. Hot tears of pain and humiliation run down Debra’s red cheeks till they’re absorbed by the yellow band chafing harshly against her mouth. The most Sugerman can do is to kick her feet either to land a glazing blow against Yoona with her heel or get enough leverage to escape, at the moment all she’s achieving is kicking up a small cloud of sand.



“I’m not some prude or anything,” Park takes the makeshift rein in one hand to reach back with her free paw and give Debra’s bare bottom a smack. “But a lot of girls would jump at the chance to put you away with a concussion or an injury or make you a hand puppet for showing up to fight in an Acme slingshot.”



Yoona sits back further on Debra’s back and pulls back on the swimsuit to curve the dark blonde into a screaming C, the Eurasian standard-bearer subtly releases Debra’s arm so it looks like the rookie at least got an arm free to frantically tap out a surrender. The ref motions over to the timekeeper and there’s the bell!



DING!DING!



Yoona releases Sugerman, letting her flop face-first into the sand sobbing.“Thanks for the warm-up, stevia drop.” Yoona absentmindedly steps on Debra’s bare buns as she walks out the ring of sand, taking her sunglasses out of the officials pocket along the way. “I should be able to properly make Cam see God tonight without pulling a hammy.”



After retrieving her phone Park starts to text Camile that very thought when Desiree Dunbar, former FAWN tag champion and catfighter extraordinaire walks past in a strappy one-piece that had the South Korean rubbernecking to look down the redhead’s extremely generous cleavage. The peeking goes to gaping flabbergasted when Desiree walks up to an awkward looking Merle in heart patterned swim trunks and puts a hand on his arm flirtatiously.



“What the fuc-OOFFFF!!”



CRRAASHH!!



With the force of a linebacker behind it, a shoulder digs into Yoona’s side and takes the FAWN wrestler off her feet and through a water bottle display. Yoona’s form splinters the table as she’s buried under beach circuit branded aqua, the South Korean swears like a particularly salty sailor as she shoves the bottles of herself but that just displaces others making other heavy bottles fall on her head.



"Fucking goddammit...ow...you're gonna fucking pay for that, you cuntblanket!"



Yoona looks up at her attacker, the sun’s positioning behind her head making it difficult to the woman’s expression but Yoona could tell who it was.



DAYNA ERZA




Dressed in a modest yet sleek one-piece with a white maxi beach skirt that trailed by her left ankle, Dayna regarded the foulmouthed woman she just speared into next week with a cool stoic expression. Wordlessly Dayna slips two fingers into her waistband and pulls out a business card. The tycoon flicks it to her victim as she walks away, the card spins out of the Israeli Powerhouse’s hand and lands perfectly on Yoona’s rising chest. As the enraged ex-Eurasian champ pluck the card off her perfect, larger-than-average chest (shut up Cam!) Yoona yells at Ezra’s back.



“You could have just DM’d me you over-dramatic bitch!!”







DING!DING!DING!



“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring at this time, accompanied by the Red Death Eva May...From Detroit, Michigan...She stands five feet, five inches tall, weighing in tonight at one hundred fifteen pounds...This is CRYSTAL HILTON!!”



EVA MAY:



CRYSTAL HILTON:



A chorus of boos shower over the hated duo as they both flip the crowd off, letting them know what they think of their disapproval. Eva is dressed in normal street wear, a white tank top with what looks to be blood splatters across the low neckline, dripping down the center, and short denim shorts with Jordans. Wrestlers booked for this show had received a strong suggestion from the front office that, to keep in theme with the setting,they might want to consider beachwear in favor of their usual ring gear. With that in mind, Crystal is wearing a pink string bikini with a rose emblazoned on her ass, and white boots with the same rose on the sides. The couple decided to take an opportunity to make out for a bit as they waited for Crystal’s opponent to make her entrance.



Before long, being outdoors with no lights to turn off, the usual air raid siren and searchlights are absent. However, the fans explode in cheers when Halestorm’s “Black Vultures” blasts out over the loudspeakers.



HALESTORM - BLACK VULTURES: youtu.be/rwHXqeYhtZI



“And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California...She stands five feet, two inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred sixteen pounds...She is the Modern Day Ronin, this is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”



KANAKO AKIYAMA:



Kanako bursts from the curtains, drawing a loud roar of approval from the FAWNatics scattered along the beach. Kanako, likewise, had chosen to take the brass’s suggestion and was wearing a fairly skimpy (especially for her) red and black peppermint-striped bikini that showed off more of Kanako’s goodies than anything she ever wore before had. However, far from looking embarrassed by putting her body on display, Kanako actually seemed to revel in it, waving to the fans and holding her shinai, her wooden kendo fencing sword, high. Though she was dressed for a day of soaking up rays, the Japanese beauty still wore her signature black, fingerless mma-style gloves and red wrestling shoes to complete her ring gear. Ignoring Crystal and Eva’s death-glares, Kanako struts her way to ringside, slapping hands with as many fans as she can. When she arrives at ringside, though, her demeanour shifts on a dime. Her expression goes from jovial to malevolent, she points her sword at Crystal, who replies with a disrespectful handwave as she eases into the far corner while Long sees Eva out of the ring. As Kanako gets in the ring and backs into a corner for Long to check her over, Crystal glares at her, chomping at the bit for the bell to ring.



“I’ve been waiting a long time to get you back for what you did to my girl, bitch!” Crystal sneers at Kanako, who can only wrinkle her nose in confusion.



“Your girl? The hell are y - ?” she then looks past Crystal and sees Eva outside on the sand. “Oh, hey, Eva May! I’ll be damned, I forgot you two were a couple! How’s the ankle?” she taunts through a sweet smile.



Eva offers back an equally sickeningly sweet smile, “Oh, it’s just fine, Akiyama! It didn’t snap like your personality does, psycho!” She then tilts her head, “Or did we take our meds today?”



Kanako grins like a Cheshire cat, “Why don’t you come on in here and find out?” she offers with a hand gesture that communicates the same thing, “God knows your girlfriend is gonna need all the help she can get!”



“My girl can do JUST fine!” Eva retorts, pointing to Crystal who is now fuming in the corner at being treated with such disregard by the Japanese bitch. “And don’t be jealous. Ain’t my fault you got Emery’s leftovers!” she adds, referencing her current troubles with Emery Coleridge trying to interject herself into her girlfriend, Trixie Decker’s life.



For her part, though, Kanako appears to be unfazed by Eva’s tweaking, “Pffft...You got it backwards, May.” she scoffs, “Emery started stalking Trixie after she had her way with her and just tossed her aside.” She looks over at Crystal, who is now thoroughly outraged at being ignored, “Gimme a couple minutes - and I mean that literally - and we can continue this conversation.”



Eva ignores Kanako’s dig at her girlfriend’s capability in the ring, and again tries to get into her head via her own girlfriend, “Like Trixie didn’t sniff out every open cooch she could before you offered her harbour in yours.” she says with a mocking cackle, “Your girl is trash, Akiyama. Low-grade slut trash.”



The barrage of insults heaped upon the love of Kanako’s life seems to have finally gotten the reaction Eva was hoping for. “Like you know anything.” she answers with a sneer, “Look at the hoe you hitched your wagon to! Neither one of you got room to talk about Trixie being trash!”



Eva acts hurt, clutching imaginary pearls. "Oh, dear! I offended you! I'm so sorry!" Her worried expression curls with cruelty. "I forgot some bitches like you enjoy the taste of shit."



“She sure seems to, from what I hear.” Kanako retorts, jabbing a thumb in Crystal’s direction, “Looked like she was enjoying herself plenty while Coleridge made Crystal her bitch.”



That did it. The smile vanishes from Eva's face and obvious hate boils up in her. "CRYSTAL, BRING ME THAT WHORE'S HEAD!"



Kanako grinned triumphantly, winning the war of words with Eva, only to look up to see Crystal charging straight at her, the bell having sounded and the Latina absolutely seething at Kanako’s disrespect. However, Kanako’s quick reflexes allowed her to sidestep Crystal’s clumsy charge with almost no effort, leaving her to crash chest first into the turnbuckle and flop to the mat. Kanako only looks down at Crystal, then to the crowd, then over to a facepalming Eva, her “WTF was that?” expression never changing.



A couple minutes later…



“Y’know…” Kanako quips as she wrenches down on Crystal, stuck and bent over in the Tokyo Tiger’s side headlock, “I was just joking before, but you really are hapless, aren’t you? I mean, Christ, at least Eva can actually wrestle!” Indeed, from the start of the match and Crystal’s failed Pearl Harbor attempt, it has been all Kanako. As a matter of fact, one couldn’t be faulted for thinking that the Modern Day Ronin was just toying with Crystal, abandoning her normal high-impact arsenal for an offence that embarrasses as much as it hurts. Finally having enough of seeing the girl that nearly maimed her treating her girlfriend like a jobber, Eva hops up onto the apron, pointing and shouting.



“Hey!” she barks at the referee, “Make her take her shoes off, ref! We’re on a beach!”



“We might be on a beach,” Long explains calmly, “but it’s still a normal match. Kanako’s well within her rights to - “



“AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!!”



The crowd groans in sympathy as, while the zebra’s back was turned, Crystal managed to wriggle free, drop to her knees and deliver a wicked low blow that drops the Japanese lightweight like a stone. Her work done, Eva simply hops down off the apron with a sly grin on her face. Crystal takes a moment to recover from Kanako’s gentler-than-she-could’ve-done initial assault, but quickly scrambles to her feet and advances on her foe, practically frothing at the mouth with hatred. “Stupid bitch!” she spits out as she lays in the boot leather to Kanako’s midsection. After a few stomps, she drops to her own knees beside the Japanese girl and buries a fist deep into her chiselled belly a few times. “You’re nothing but a trash slut, just like your piece of shit girlfriend!” Kanako groans as the assault on her tummy and ears continue, but her pained sounds are cut off when Crystal’s hands wrap around her throat and squeeze. “And your movies suck, too!”



“ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!”



Long just gets to four when Crystal releases the chokehold, leaving Kanako to roll onto her stomach, coughing and clutching her throat. “That’s it!” Eva screams out her encouragement above the jeers of the FAWNatics, “You got her, baby! Now, don’t let up, keep your foot on the gas!” Crystal looks over to her girlfriend and gives her a grinning nod and blows her a kiss before returning her attention to the still writhing Tokyo Tiger.



A couple minutes later



“Stubborn bitch!” Crystal snarls as she throws Kanako’s legs down, releasing the Boston Crab, as the Modern Day Ronin had gotten her hand on the bottom rope. “Too proud to just give up, you stupid, overrated, piece of shit?!” she continues to berate Kanako as she struggles to get to her feet, using the ropes for support. As soon as she got herself upright, Crystal cupped her chin, going nose to nose with the smaller girl, “You NEVER should have even had a CHANCE at a title shot, you stupid hoe!” With that, she piefaces Kanako, and takes a half-step back to blind Kanako with some Flashing Lights!



FLASHING LIGHTS: youtu.be/eru8dIcX1v0



Kanako puddles to the mat and Crystal drags her away from the ropes by her ankles. Once she’s in the position Crystal wants her, she signals for the ropes, rotating her hands counter-clockwise to Eva’s approval and the crowd’s raucous disapproval. In a single bound, the athletic former actress vaults to the top rope. Taking a second to rise to full height, making sure she’s on solid footing, she flips first Kanako, then the fans off before launching into the air and nailing Kanako with a breathtaking corkscrew shooting star press!



CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFj8aik3gVE



ONE!



??



To everyone’s shock, most of all Eva and Crystal, Kanako kicks out with authority at barely one and a half! Crystal, bewildered, looks to her girlfriend for guidance, not seeing the rage in the diminutive Japanese girl’s eyes as she rises to a seated position.



“Nonononono!!!” Eva screams in disbelief, “STAY ON HER!! DON’T LET THAT BITCH GET UP!!” Crystal nods, slapping the mat and getting to her feet, looking to get in some kind of move that would keep Kanako on her back. Unfortunately for her, Kanako was way ahead of her, already on her feet and waiting as she uncorks a turning elbow strike that rocks Crystal and sends her staggering into the corner. The Modern Day Ronin allows her no time to breathe, closing ranks and unleashing a wicked combination of knife-edge chops and gut punches until the referee nears the five count. Before she can be disqualified, Kanako quickly backs away, retreating into the opposite corner. Breaking into a dash, Kanako then nails Crystal with a running dropkick into the corner, then rolls back and retreats a couple steps. She then runs at her target, who has dropped to one knee, hitting her with a running hip attack. She then rolls away again, backing into the opposite corner once more, and once more, she sprints towards her foe, throwing herself at the now seated Crystal with a Cannonball, completing the trifecta of corner moves Kanako calls the Triple Play!



TRIPLE PLAY: youtu.be/dVOyDXBIKf4

youtu.be/lxwIMde4qLg?t=100

youtu.be/6IyQidgD76M



Crystal slumps to her side, the ropes being the only thing keeping her from sliding to the outside. Meanwhile, Kanako clambers to her feet and raises her right hand, pulling her glove tight, signalling to the fans that she’s ready to end it. It’s a signal that Eva picks up as well, as she once again hops up onto the apron, shrieking and pointing her finger at the Tokyo Tiger.



“Now, listen here, you - “



We don’t get to hear the rest of Eva’s diatribe, as Kanako quickly shuts her mouth with a brutal superkick!



SUPERKICK: youtu.be/wdUwjHxB_e8



Eva flops off the apron and down to the sand below, her lights thoroughly put out, and Kanako turns her attention back to Crystal, just as she’s creeping up to her feet. Kanako is ready for her, though, for as soon as she steps out of the corner, she uncorks one of the deadliest weapons in her arsenal: the Uraken spinning back fist!



URAKEN: youtu.be/u_MjHqsYwFI



Evidently, Eva May’s distraction bought Crystal enough time to shake the cobwebs enough to duck the devastating strike. However, as Kanako connects with only air, she’s already prepared a follow-up. Once she’s turned back around, she waits until she sees the glassy whites of Hilton’s eyes before going into another spin, this time with a reverse roundhouse kick that may even be deadlier than the Uraken!



REVERSE ROUNDHOUSE KICK: youtu.be/y0byr2mZSg4



She catches Crystal flush on the jaw and the former actress drops like a stone. Kanako pauses and looks to the corner as she stands over her opponent, but she simply shakes her head and leans over the barely-conscious Crystal, telling her, “You’re not worth Running Through.” With that, Kanako lowers herself atop Crystal’s face and hooks both legs for the academic pinfall.



ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!



The crowd explodes in cheers as the bell sounds.



“Ladies and gentlemen...Your winner, via pinfall...KANAKO AKIYAMA!!!”



Not one for the raunchier side of FAWN, fans are pleasantly surprised to see that Kanako seems to be indulging herself in a little victory lap atop Crystal’s face, bumping and grinding for the cameras. She doesn’t indulge herself for long, though, as she climbs off her and allows Long to raise her arm in victory.



“I hope you were watching, Coleridge!” Kanako barks at the camera after Craig backs away to check on the loser. Her match with Emery Coleridge, originally scheduled for Heartbroken, had been postponed month after month. The reason given from the front office was that overseas commitments by Miss Emery had kept her from competing stateside. Kanako wasn’t buying it, though. “You can’t duck me forever! You threw the gauntlet down, and when I finally get my hands on you, that…” she points back at the wreckage of Crystal Hilton, “...that right there...that’s your fate, Emery.” Shots fired, Kanako gave the camera a kiss, then blew kisses to her fans as she exited the ring and did a more PG victory lap, slapping hands with her fans on the way to the back.





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Summer Hopkins lets out a half-choked cry as her hammerlocked shoulder is driven into the turnbuckle by Ketsu Ketsu. The powerhouse of The Sensationals falls to her knees and massages the joint, The Usagi Twins had been targeting it all night with brief periods of outlandish cheating that always seems just out of the referee’s gaze.



“Come on, Summer! You can do it!”



Jaime London slaps the top buckle of their home corner repeatedly inspiring the crowd to copy her beat. This FAWN vs LAW tag match started off evenly with a lot of quick tags from both teams, but for the last eight minutes, the latex narcissists have cut the ring in half and have been punishing her spiritual sister.



“Come on, Summer!” Jaimie yells encouragement at Hopkins



THE SENSATIONALS:

JAIMIE LONDON                                                                    



SUMMER HOPKINS





THE USAGI TWINS:

MUNE MUNE





KETSU KETSU




Ketsu Ketsu places her hands on the connecting ropes and leans over to place a dainty kiss on Mune Mune’s lips as a tag. Her body double slingshots into the ring to land an elbow drop into a retreating Hopkins back, stopping her progress spiking Summer belly first on the mat.

Ketsu Kestu hasn’t left the ring yet and slips behind the prone Brit and locks in a classic Camel Clutch. Mune Mune runs back to their side of the ring rebounding off the ropes to dash across the ring and back building up speed with each spring of the strands ignoring the disapproving chatter of the official.



“Get her out of the ring ref!” London voices her frustration at the LAW team’s flagrant rule-breaking to the referee. “Is this a Tornado Tag now? What ar-GHRH!”



Mune Mune blasts Jaime off the apron into the beach sand with a forearm to the left cheek. Recoiling off the blow she makes her fifth trip across the ring to hit a running dropkick to Summer’s left cheek, still pretzeled by the evil bunny the blonde’s head whips to the side, spit and sweat flying in the air.



youtu.be/Elh8MlB3D4o?list=WL



Ketsu Ketsu lets Summer sprawl to the canvas and pulls her partner in wrestling and life to her feet. “Finish the giant off with the Jade Rabbit?” Her mirror image nods, “Sounds good.” The masked rabbits converse in Spanish and Japanese respectively and part with another quick smooch. There’s a ripple of excitement from the crowd that mixes in with lecherous cheers that the dark duo doesn’t understand but ultimately are not bothered by. Ketsu finally rolls to the outside and runs to her corner, tensing for a leap to the top buckle for an avalanche double foot stomp. Mune pulls up a groggy Summer with a front facelock, takes the Brit’s dangling arm and puts it over her own neck and grabs a fistful of ring togs by Summer’s hip, ready to double up on the earlier damage to the blonde’s back with a vertical suplex.

Mune gives up 6 inches and 18 pounds to the Supergirl of Sheffield which makes it even more impressive when she hoists Hopkins to high noon and holds her there, but what’s this? Summer’s kicking her long legs and upsetting the smaller woman’s balance, down she goes and Summer’s back to where she started. Mune Mune tries again but Summer slips a leg around hers and blocks the attempt. The babyface lets out a small grunt as she reverses the hold, now a worried Mune is upside down with the blood rushing to her head.



With a half-step and a mighty heave, Hopkins throws the international star gut first on the top cable! The swimsuit-clad FAWNatics at ringside become unglued, cheering for this lucky break for the Sensationals, and there’s still that growing ripple of confusion and excitement for something outside the in-ring wrestlers’ line of sight….



Mune Mune retches as she jostles on the thin strand of rubber-coated steel struggling not to fall one way or the other. Wobbly on her feet but determined, Summer looks to her corner and sees Jaime climbing back into position, recovered from her fall and eager to get in the fight. The powerhouse of the team heads over with hand extended for a tag- Chopblock by Ketsu!



Scurrying into the ring the masked rabbit hits a low tackle to the pit of Hopkin’s knee! Summer falls to the canvas holding the joint, and gritting her teeth with a tear in her eye. Ketsu gets to her boots quick leaps forward to splash London off the apron but the 2nd Generation star proves faster and shoots a kick through the ropes into Ketsu’s Ketu’s navel, The latex narcissist doubles over with a groan and a hand on the top rope for balance. Jaimie shows off those highflyer credits by springing to the air by a pull of the ropes and planting Ketsu Ketsu with a Slingshot DDT.



www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPOSFaPa2j8



Ketsu goes into a brief headstand before tumbling into a seat with eyes dazed. Jaime London kips up with a victorious cry and fists clenched, she bounds over to the cables to Ketsu’s back and rebound to- a Crossbody from Mune!



After getting herself perched from the ropes Mune Mune shows off HER highflying credits with a slingshot crossbody across the ring sandwiching London between her and the canvas. Mune rolls off Jaime letting her shrink into a fetal position holding her stomach to scramble to a seated and dazed Ketsu. Shaking her by the shoulder to get Ketsu’s mind clear Mune plays ring general,”I’ll distract the ref, get the treat under the ring.”



KK nods and slides out of the squared circle, Mune stomps on London’s head and goes over to the referee, a Hawaiian man in his early forties, and gets in grill with a stream of Spanish, Japanese and English that was as aggressive as it was confusing. Tucked away under the ring skirt was a black, steel folding chair, a stable of any wrestling encounter. Ketsu Ketsu slides into the ring with the foreign object unseen by the referee, the zebra’s attention solely on the terrifying Mune. Ketsu Ketsu raises the chair over her head ready to slam it on the back of a kneeling London’s head, hesitating when she registers the loud cheers of the fans.



About time they recognize our greatness, she thinks smugly. Ketsu SLAMS the chair on Jaime’s skull… or at least she tries to. The latex narcissist keeps trying to bring the steel down but it feels like it’s caught on something. Ketsu Ketsu takes one hand off the chair and whirls around angrily, then stares dumbstruck at what she sees.









Soaking wet and staring back with the most intense expression was an intimidating, brightly garbed woman that towered over the tag team specialist from the ring’s apron, gripping the rim of the folded chair in one strong hand. Well muscled and of a darker complexion, a wrestler, Ketsu assumed. Going by the woman’s bright red boots, pink sports bra, and a rainbow of tassels tied to her shoulders that hung low and dripped on the hot sand. Her long, dark hair had bright streaks of random colours in random places and matted to her snarling face. This behemoth had slowly emerged from the sea itself, a confounding mystery to those in attendance and the crew of the event who had been occupying the beach for hours. This wrestling Kaju had been source the strange murmurs and cheers that had been sprouting up the least few minutes, a sizeable chunk of the crowd recognizing the stranger from her FAWN debut with Achara Danpae. Ketsu, however, had no clue who this monster was.



“Who the fu-? Let go, bitch!” Ketsu tries to yank free the folded chair from the wet intruder’s grip but to no avail. Without breaking eye contact and with a single heave the destroyer rips it out of the LAW wrestler’s hands and throws it carelessly behind her, the chair spinning rapidly till strikes the sand burying itself halfway deep into the beach.



In a strong, rumbling voice the destroyer speaks “I was summoned by cries of injustice!”



Ketsu Ketsu’s anger at the intervention outpaces her confusion and She rears back to slap the taste out of her mouth when a sneaking Jaime threads her head between Ketsu’s legs from behind and stands up, trapping the startled wrestler in an Electric Chair!



Mune Mune and the official had broke from their squabbling to gape at the large outsider some moments ago, Mune breaks out of her shock seeing her life-partner in trouble and runs to save- Summer snares Mune in a waistlock from behind! The big British powerhouse exploded off one knee grab her opponent as the bunny scurried past, shifting to a side to work her head under Mune Mune’s armpit Hopkins raises the rabbit onto her shoulders and falls back to slam Mune against the canvas with the blonde’s weight behind behind the throw.



ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM

www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZKN3221w9c



At the other side of the ring The Biracial Dark Angel windmills her arms as she wobbles off-balance atop Jaime’s shoulders pleading with the young woman holding her up, “whoaawhoAWHOAA!!” London drops her facefirst on a corner turnbuckle! Ketsu stumbles back checking that her nose isn’t broken and falls right into a risen Hopkin’s paws. Taking the lightweight by the scruff of the neck and her waistband Summer gives Kestu the drunkard’s toss through the top gape in the ropes, the LAW competitor flies a good ten feet before she crashes digging a light furrow in the sand. Ketsu Ketsu starts spiting up dirt she caught in her mouth and coughing, demanding an attendant with a water bottle to wash the sand from her eyes.



London puts both hands on the top rope and vaults over to the ring’s apron and extends her hand for a legal tag which Summer accepts with a crowd popping ‘CLAP!”



Each of the Sensational’s kept a wary eye on the big, wet, newcomer. Who has not moved one iota from her perch outside the ropes or changed from her wide-eyed and alert expression since arriving, but The Usagi Twins were the top priority! Summer steps to the outside as London slings herself over the ropes once again and hightails it over to a still groggy Mune and pulls her up by the wrist and tucks it behind one of the rabbit’s own knees while securing a firm front facelock. With an adorable grunt, Jaimie lifts and pivots Mune Mune 180 degrees spiking her crown first into the ring floor with a Wrist-clutch Fisherman Driver!



JAIME DODGER

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zy88c0afauY



London may have gotten the pin just then but the 2nd generation star’s not satisfied yet. She rolls back from the wreckage of Mune letting her unspool into a starfish and moves with a track and fielder’s stride to a corner and runs up the buckles with no hands needed. Turning to face the ring Jaimie kicks off the ropes to spring into the air rotating backwards into a flying somersault that turns into an avalanche leg drop on Mune’s throat and chest!



BURNING STAR

www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6PAg5ldWgA



Jaimie bounces off Mune Mune’s convulsing form and hurryingly crawls to the rabbit’s legs and throws them over her shoulders, crawling forward London stacks most of Mune’s weight on her upper back with her ankles by her head for a pinfall...



ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!



“Your winners are Summer Hopkins and Jaimie London, THE SENSATIONALS!!!”



Jaimie happily rolls off Mune’s still matchbooked form and gets up to hug a smiling Summer just entering the ring. The British besties get their hands raised by the ref among loving cheers from the FAWNatics as The Usagi Twins slink out of sight to lick their wounds, their celebration is briefly interrupted by the large stranger on the apron stepping over the rope to join them at center ring. The duo tense up unsure of the soaking wet monster’s intentions, a three-second staredown feels stretched to a full minute ends when the newcomer extends both hands to The Sensationals. They share a cautious look before taking her hands in their own.



Jaime nods to Fallout Sunrise, “Thanks for the assist, wouldn’t have enjoyed being benched with a concussion.”



“Yes, thanks for stopping that chair shot,” Summer looks up slightly, unused to not being the tallest person in the ring. “ Always appreciate a helping hand.”



The collection of muscles and colours smiles wide with the same intense stare she’s worn from the start and shakes the tag team’s hands with a grip that’s a touch too strong and speaks. “You are warriors of light and peace. Should you ever need my aid in battle, light a torch in the darkness and I will appear with a warrior’s roar!”



With that strange declaration, the rainbow raider runs full speed out of the ring and through the crowd, punching out a pickpocketer along the way without halting her momentum. Jaime looks to her partner with a look of befuddlement, “Did you know that person?”



Summer shakes her head, “Not at all.”



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Here it is! The long-awaited main event and the much-anticipated one-time return of FAWN’S Oil Pit. The expert craftsmen employed by FAWN and the Daytona beach circuit have built a temporary oil pit into the beach with an added barrier around the rim to prevent any sand leakage. On the north side of the beach in a large canvas tent serving as FAWN’s Gorilla position, FWB did their best to get rid of their first oil jitters. Beckett is a bit more on edge than Cassava.



“Maaaaaan...Why'd I let you talk me into this?"



CASSANDRA BECKETT





Cassandra paced back and forth in a simple string bikini of black and gold, the scarring of her back covered by strategically placed tape. The Nebraska native is not a fan of the more titillating aspects of ‘gimmick’ matches like the penthouse or the oil pit. In Cassandra’s heart, she's an old-school wrestler, and all this kinda stuff seems unseemly to her. “Why couldn’t we have just done this in the ring like normal wrestlers? Heck, a regular beach fight would have been enough for the pervs in the boardroom.”



“Oil wrestling predates mat work,” Cassava raises a finger to illustrate her point “and this is great for our team's standing. FAWN has a glut of teams in the main roster and The Jungle, we’ve got to set ourselves apart."



CASSAVA ONIKA





Cassava herself is looking delicious in a Hawkeye gold and black two-piece(not a thong, you want the good stuff you have pay for the BMD matches). The Online Sensation walks up to Cassandra and gives her a calming tight hug, Beckett wraps her arms around her shorter love and agrees, suddenly in a much better mood. “You make a good point, plus it doesn’t matter where we face ‘em; we can beat anyone any day!”



Onika shifts into a side hug wrapping her arm tight around Cassandra’s hip, “Exactly! And look great doing it, you’re rocking that swimsuit I got you.”



Cassandra smiles and blushes slightly, “Thanks, you’re looking hot tonight too. We’re gonna burn up that oil the second we step in it.”



On that moment of exchanged affirmations, the opening strums of their pop-rock theme trickle through the speakers getting a very positive reaction from the beach-bound FAWNatics. Cassandra looks to Onika, “They’re playing our song, let’s give me what they want.”



The shorter woman grins wide, this match and the entire event occurring tonight a result of her machinations and its yielding a fantastic reaction. “Heck yeah! Let’s do it to it!” In an unrehearsed moment of synchronicity, as they step forward, Onika and Beckett each swing a hand and smack their partner appreciatively on the rump and break through the curtains to cheers.



DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE- ELECTRIC SIX

www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-FxmoVM7X4



As the catchy as hell jam goes into its opening lyrics Cassandra and Cassava break through the curtains with a bounce in their step, any prematch trepidations are gone, replaced with a wave of optimism and incipient adrenaline. The least likely couple in wrestling forgoes their usual entrance ritual and plays to the sweaty but smiling wrestling fans, they spent the last hours in the hot Daytona sun but they haven’t lost an ounce of energy!



“THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM BOUT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA AND RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA… WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE POUNDS! CASSAVA ONIKA AND CASSANDRA BECKETT...THEY ARE...FRENEMIES WITH BENEFITS!!!”



FWB slap hands and hug fans over the rope barrier on their way to the oil pit and each completes a circuit around it from opposite paths, greeting and hugging every fan who supports this one-time special collaboration between FAWN and the Beach Fighting Federation of Daytona. Cassava descends the rope ladder into the pit first, Becketts slides down the ladder like a firewoman making a light splash of oil. Giggling, Cassava scoops some of the clear petrol solution coating the floor and smears it on Beckett’s tummy to get her acclimated and the brunette responds in kind, the lovebirds transforming into a pair of schoolgirls for a moment.



“Maaaaaan...Why’d I let you talk me into this?”









Savage comes up behind her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around Feral’s slender waist as she peeks out from behind the curtain. “Because I fucked your brains out before I brought the subject up.” she purrs as she kisses the Punk Princess on the neck, “Listen, it’s been over a year since that match with Lemachard, it’s time you got back on the horse!”



Feral lets out a sigh. She knows Savage is right, but all the same, getting trounced so badly in the oil pit her last time out was a devastating blow to her pride and self-confidence. “Why the fuck did they pick us for this, anyway? We ain’t got no beef with those bitches!”



“Doesn’t have to always be about settling a beef, hon.” the Blonde Bomber explains, “The way I hear it, the boss lady picked us specifically, for two reasons. One, we look damn good in that pit!” This brought a little smirk to Feral’s lips, “And two, apparently she and that Cassava chick don’t get along, and she wanted a team that would rough ‘em up some.”



“Well,” she answers with a chuckle, “she sure picked the right bitches for that job!” With that, the opening riff of Metallica’s “Battery” can be heard over the loudspeakers.



BATTERY: www.youtube.com/watch?v=md3B3I7Nmvw



“Come on, babe, they’re playing our song!”



Feral wrinkles her nose after giving her girlfriend’s hand a squeeze and a kiss. “I still don’t get why we had to change our music…” she grumbles.



“Babe, we’re good guys now,” Savage explains (again!) with a sigh, “We can’t have a song that talks about painting the sky with blood! It has “evil” in the damn title, for fuck’s sake!”



“Whatever,” Feral answers with a roll of her eyes, “Let’s go whoop some ass!”



“Now you’re talking!” Savage says with a grin. With that, the Queens of the Steel Jungle step through the curtains to raucous applause.



“And their opponents, representing the Steel Jungle...They weigh in tonight at a total combined weight of two hundred forty-two pounds...Savage and Feral, they are THE WILD ONES!!!”



The biker chicks march to the pit, their attire obscured by black silk robes with the symbol of the Steel Jungle emblazoned on their backs. Meanwhile, Beckett and Onika watch the two of them from the far corner of the pit, eying the pair appreciatively while sizing them up at the same time. “They sure know how to make an entrance,” Beckett notes to a nod from Cassava. The Wild Ones climb down into the pit, with Feral hopping down into Savage’s waiting arms, and the two of them share a sweet kiss before disrobing, revealing a very skimpy snakeskin-print string bikini on Savage, and a leopard-print sports bra and matching bikini bottoms on the more petite Feral.



The two teams stood in the oil pit staring across the sea of lubricant to see a twisted mirror image, it hadn’t occurred to The Wild One’s or Frenemies with Benefits till that exact moment how similar visually they are to each other.



Cassava mutters to herself under her breath, “It’s like in an anime where they met a rival school for the first time…”



Her musing on her life through a Japanese animation filter is interrupted by a chant from the crowd, “CA-SSA-VA! CA-SSA-VA!...” The online wrestling community and most of the general public are aware of the Milk Chocolate Mauler being the driving force behind these two contentious organizations coming together and for all this wet, sandy fun and the return of the beloved Oil Pit, and reward her efforts with an ovation. Onika laps up the applause greedily and goes into an impromptu cabbage patch, really working her hips into and grooving in full circles. Cassandra stands by laughing enjoying the show, as does Savage, Feral notes. The tall blonde, powerhouse’s eyes are riveted to Sanders-stan rolling glutes. Jealousy curdles Feral’s mind and she releases an audible growl, “Grrrrr….” Savage snaps out of her starring at looks at her road wife sheepishly, “Sorry babe, it’s hypnotic. Your brain snaps into slow motion looking at it.”



Feral scoffs, “It’s trying to save itself from going crazy,” she turns back to FWB ready to start this brawl but Cassava’s cabbage patching into a second turn and the sight of that rhythmically bouncing backside shuts off Feral’s brain and drops her jaw. With a smug smile, Savage places a finger under Feral’s chin and raises it shut. “See?”



Face reddening Feral shakes her head clear of the visions of booty, “Let’s see how it shakes after I kick it around her shoulders!” and stomps off to intimidate her thicc adversary making little splashes in the oil as she walks, subconsciously pressing a hand to her hip comparing size and shape. Savage follows a half step after her bikerbae meeting Frenemies With Benefits at centerpit. Cassandra Beckett stands across from the amazon giving her a bottom to top examination with her eyes, briefly stopping at the shelf of bewbage threatening to spill forth. Those are going to be trouble, Beckett thought, silky, warm trouble.



Cassava’s mood is at an all-time high at this moment, the cherry topping this super Sunday is facing another young woman of colour, a bit of a rarity in FAWN. “Nice to meet you, sister!” Cassava leans forward to extend a hand sending a small but noticeable wave through her infuriating large bosom, Feral glances down at her perfect… but noticeably smaller chest. The blonde and pink haired Youtuber doesn’t seem to notice, “Let’s end the show on a high note!”



Beside her Feral hears Savage inhale through her nose, her not-so-secret tell when Savage sees something hawt and doesn’t want Feral to know. A slow boil of anger, jealousy, and she hates to admit, arousal floods Feral’s senses. Slapping the offered hand away, The biker went face to gleeful face with Cassava, pressing her firm chest against The BMD champ’s boulders.



The lightweight lunatic of The Wild One’s is practically spitting on Onika with her fervour, “Girl unless you got one of these…” she points to a tattoo of the Steel Jungle symbol on the side of her neck, near her right ear, “you ain’t my sister. And as for ending this show? The high note will be us using you punks as squeegees to clean this pit! I hope that ass of yours is insured, cause I’m about to wreck it!”



Cassava strangely is unmoved and still all a-twinkle, “You're feisty, I like it!” she brings her face a touch further and gives a flabbergasted Feral an Eskimo kiss. Feral breaks away sputtering. Savage stifles a giggle as she takes in Cassandra Beckett, there’s something about the Atomic Redneck that gives off a sense of familiarity to the big blonde that she likes but knowing her past reputation and seeing some of her matches Savage knows not to underestimate her.



“Hey,” Cassandra gives the statuesque blonde a polite nod, noticing that they were both sizing each other up appreciatively, “your girl always this unfriendly?” she asks, tossing her head to the side towards Feral.



“Ehhh…” Savage begins to answer, rubbing the back of her head. She didn’t know Cassandra apart from her reputation. She didn’t know if Beckett was the jealous type like her beloved was, and she didn’t want to start things off on a bad note with a team they had no problems with. In all honesty, Savage dug Cassandra too, almost as much as Cassava. Whereas her attraction for Cassava bordered on animal lust, she was getting vibes from Cassandra that she was the kinda chick she’d love to hang out with. “Feral kinda caught me checking out your girl,” she explained as delicately as she could, “no offence.”



“None taken,” Beckett shrugs. In truth, Beckett was getting the same vibes about Savage and Feral and wanted to keep things as friendly as possible too. “Shit, I’d think there’s something wrong with you if you didn’t check her out! You ain’t too bad to look at yerself.” she adds, reaching a hand out to clap Savage on her oil-slick shoulder, “Good luck, girl, you’re gonna need it.”



“Funny,” Savage replies with a smirk, as she returns the gesture, “I was just thinking the same thing.”



Now that the crowd’s gotten their fill of the stare down the Official above the pit motions for the bell.



DING!DING!



Her mind and senses washed away under a torrent of a jealous lover’s rage Feral leapt at Cassava for either a Lou Thez Press or more likely a mauling worthy of the best catfighters. We’ll never know; Cassava effortlessly takes the biker in a snug Bearhug, their bellies audibly SLAPping together as The Superfan tightens the constriction, rubbing the knot of her fists up and down Feral’s spine. Punk Princess barely has the time to register being breathless combined with the feeling of Cassava’s significantly larger bounty overwhelming her own before she’s sent flipping overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Feral lands with a splash and slides across the floor of the Oil Pit till she hits the surrounding wall near matchbooked, the abrupt stop hurting her pride more than anything.



Her love splattering against the wall takes Savage out of her rubbernecking and breaks her into fight mode! She pivots towards the rising Cassava and throws up a long leg to tap the dyed blonde on the chin with a high front kick, The Superfan doesn’t see it coming but is saved by her partner Beckett snagging the limb by the knee and tossing it onto her shoulder. A surprised Savage windmills her arms amazingly keeping her balance on the slippery surface, Cassandra ends that little miracle by hooking her foot around Savage’s and pulling it from under her making the biker create ripples throughout the bottom of the pit with her pratfall. The bombshell natural blonde lands on her ass sending a shudder through her tailbone up her spine stunning Savage long enough for Beckett to follow up with a foot the chest that knocks her flat.



Beckett talks literally down to the prone biker, “Should have kept your eyes on the prize instead of my girl’s ass.” Speaking of; Cassava leaps from beyond Savage’s peripheral vision and collapses her stomach with a Seated Senton, The BMD champ’s gold-bearing glutes Jackknifing the bigger woman in an Oil Pit highlight.



Cassava looks up happily at Beckett still seated on the groaning biker, she raises a hand that the Queen B***h takes and pulls her up by, “That went so well it was like we planned it.” Beckett smirks and nods, “Yep! Now let’s do a move we did plan.” Beckett takes a step while Cassava hunkers down in a crouch, The Nebraskan Terror Irish whips her partner across the pit, Cassava doesn’t past a few steps, midstride she turns and drops onto the pit floor into a wide-legged split, The strength of the whip turning her glutes into a pair glossy torpedoes sliding swiftly on route to Feral’s face!



On her back with cheeks to the sun, Feral furiously twisted and sloshed in the mire to get onto her front, slipping multiple times and swearing constantly till she gets a stable mount on all fours parallel to the curved wall. Spitting out oil Feral angrily turns head back to the action, “Alright! try that again bitc-'' She has a split moment to burn the sight of Cassava’s glistening buns to memory before they crash into her face and bounce the back of Feral’s head against the tiles.



Stars explode across Feral vision as she collapses onto her cheek with a splash of oil, stunned by the slickest hipcheck in history. Walking backwards on her knees Cassava pulls her twisted mirror image farther into the well by the armpits, turning Feral onto her back The Superfan gingerly steps over the road warrior’s head to straddle Feral’s chest while facing her feet. With the lubrication of the oil(edible to those with safety concerns) Onika seamlessly slips her shins under Feral’s biceps and settles into a snug Reverse Facesit. Her dazed features disappearing under The BMD’s full moon, with the biker’s shoulders elevated Feral can’t be counted out so she has to find a way to escape this smother quickly or be subjected to a humiliating, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it loss in the Oil Pit. Her second loss in a row at this style of match.



In the Caucasian section of the pit, Cassandra takes advantage of Savage’s wheezy, belly-up state by dropping down into a north/south tummy smother. Taking the blonde by the wrists Beckett pulls her arms tight to her sides as she grinds her shiny abdominals into Savage’s protesting face till she feels a nose poke into her navel. Beckett muses to herself as she shimmies, “Starting to understand what that Pandora chick is talking about…”



Well, crap…Savage begins an internal monologue while she tries to figure out a way out of her predicament, wasn’t expecting that. Geez, you could grate cheese off this chick’s abs! Hold on, focus, girl...Gotta think of something, quick! With that, she shifts her weight from one side to the other, trying to use the slickness of their bodies to wriggle free. No such luck, as Beckett may be a newcomer to the oil pit, but she prides herself on her matwork, and is thus able to keep the bigger blonde pinned firmly underneath her chiselled belly.



“Ah ah ah!” Cassandra chides as she pins Savage’s wrists over her head, thinking this allowed her to better control the stronger girl, “You ain’t gettin’ outta this that easy, sugar! Hey...this gives me an idea!” She then tries to reposition her toned legs to snake around Savage’s neck, adding a reverse headscissors to the belly smother. Unfortunately, the division of the Atomic Redneck’s attention necessary to apply this new hold allows the Blonde Bomber to wrest her hands free from her tormentor’s grip. Well...doesn’t look like technique is gonna get me out of this...Brute force it is! With her hands free, the blonde powerhouse wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist, squeezing hard applying a rarely seen bearhug from underneath! “Nnngh!! Shit…” Beckett grunts and curses at her lapse, “You really are as strong as advertised, girl! But I reckon I can still keep you here until you...Wha - ?! Whoa!!”



Cassandra’s verbal response is cut off by the surprise of Savage turning over, performing an Oklahoma Roll, of all things, to reverse their positions. Now with Savage on top, she had options. Although she had the advantage, she also knew that Beckett was the superior grappler and the longer they stayed on the oil-slick floor of the fit, the more of a chance the former Queen Bitch had to regain control. Not sure this is gonna work, she thought as she squeezed hard forcing another pained grunt from the Nebraska native’s lips, given how slippery everything is, but I need to get back on my feet! With that, the Blonde Bomber sits up, then leans back on her haunches, pulling Beckett along with her, the bearhug still locked tight as she hoists her up onto her shoulder. That would be an impressive show of strength on its own, but the biker queen wasn’t done yet. Letting out a roar of determination, Savage pushes up with her legs and thus drags herself and Cassandra up to a standing position.



“GAAHH!!” Cassandra yelps in a combination of pain and surprise, “H-how the fuck did you do thaaaaAAAAARGH!!!” Her expression of disbelief becomes a cry of agony as Savage doubles down on the bearhug, now holding the Red Cloud native upside down as she puts the squeeze to her anew, jostling her about while Beckett herself is thankful her bosom isn’t any bigger than it is, lest she wind up finding herself being smothered by her own tits!



“Now, now...Don’t you worry about that, Miss Beckett,” Savage coos, a satisfied smirk across her lips, “It’s just about time for your nap…”



Her remark prompts the groggy Nebraskan Terror to look at her, as best she can considering Cassandra’s still upside down and being positioned lower on Savage’s body. Now belly to belly with the Blonde Bomber with the blood rushing to her head. “N-nap? What… the hell are you talking abou-ARRGH!!!” Beckett’s question is cut off as Savage drops to her knees, driving Cassandra’s head down onto the floor of the Pit in a bone-jarring tombstone piledriver.



As Savage and Beckett tussled titillatingly Feral struggled to escape her oily, satiny, prison of Cassava’s cheeks. The biker’s hands flap uselessly unable to get more than a light passing scratch on The Hipster’s knees with Feral’s arms trapped in her thicc legs. Feral does all she can to turn her head away from the all-encompassing weight of the Buns of destruction but this isn’t Cassava’s first rodeo! Displaying expertise that would be terrifying to a less experienced fighter Onika shifts her generous hips in perfect time with Feral’s movements keeping her pretty face sealed off from air and light. Cassava leans forward and puts a palm on each of the Punk Princess’ perky breasts and gives them a light squeeze and brief bongo riff, Feral angrily shouts her objections but they’re almost entirely muffled by cheek meat.



“Hebb! Geffb yorb hafnds obbmib twibbs!”



A mischievous twinkle in her eye Cassava takes her hands off the hills but light strokes Feral’s underboob, tickling them to frosting sensitivity. The Superfan hums happily feeling indignant squeaking and swearing vibrate through her nethers and turns her buns into a steel vice, wrenching a drawn-out wine from the biker when she feels her proboscis changing shape under the pressure.



Cassava places her hands flat against the biker’s tummy and eases up on the clench, not wanting to agitate the girl further. Feeling Feral’s movements slow she tries to speak in a tone that comes off as empathic but not condescending, “Any chance you want to tap out? End on a handshake and hit the snack tent?” Feral mumbles something but it’s too quiet to be comprehensible. Cassava furrows her brow and raises her haunches to let Feral get some much-needed air, “Sorry, not trying to rub it in, what did yoaAAH!?”



Feral’s ankles lock behind Cassava’s head whips her facedown into the oil! Feral sits up redfaced and gasping,” I said I’m gonna park my bike in your ass!!”



Keeping Onika sucking oil with her legs, Feral corrals the dyed blonde’s feet under her armpits before starting a revenge bongo solo on the wide ass that was about to snuff out her chance at oil pit redemption. Living up to her team’s name Feral goes WILD, slapping and groping and kneading and clawing at Cassava’s famous rump. At first, it was payback but judging the heat in Feral’s eyes she may just be caught up in a lustful fervour. Placing both hands on the slippery pit floor Cassava lifts herself a few inches above oil level spitting up solution, fighting off the downward push of Feral’s legs she turns her head to see Cassandra flailing, pulled from the pit floor after the piledriver her head now forcefully shoved by Savage in between her massive cleavage with a standing Front Sleeper.



Cassandra will get out of that on her own Cassava thinks, completely sure of her partner’s ability, I gotta last till then… The Superfan finishes her thought just as Feral whips her legs down to smack Cassava’s forehead against the tile floor. Feral untangles the knot of their bodies and slithers up the Iowan’s back, “Should’ve kept your eyes the road, hunny.”



Settling into a wide-legged seat Feral pulls Onika onto her back and between her legs. Lifting the stunned woman by the hair Feral bends her left stem under Casava’s chin and bends the right stem around her right ankle traping Cassava’s noggin in a secure Figure-Four Headscissors.



youtu.be/uevWJnSZGp4?t=195



In the hot, moist darkness of Savage’s cleavage, Beckett wondered if Onika was faring better than her at the moment. Still trapped in the Front Sleeper the brunette half of FWB punched and slapped at Savage’s sides ineffectually. all her blows bouncing off sinewy, taut muscle. The force behind them greatly lessened with the lack of air between the tall biker’s mighty mammaries for Cassandra to breathe in. Savage rolls her shoulders to scrub her dominance into Beckett’s face before cinching up on the smother, grabbing her elbows to mash Cassandra’s nose painfully against her sternum.



Savage peers down at Cassandra’s oil-drenched scalp and looks over at the hawt sight of Feral using the curvy Cassava’s head as a Thigh Master. The Blonde Bomber speaks to Beckett trusting her words could cut through the bust induced fog, “Seeing my girl put the squeeze on yours is stirring something in me, how about later we all meet up and- Hey!”



This being only the second time Savage has been more than a spectator to the pit she didn’t know to compensate for the lubrication of the oil covering her breasts so, when Savage applies just a touch too much pressure Cassandra is shot out from below her cleavage like a bat out of hell. Now freed of her prison of pulchritude but partially blinded by the oil Beckett relies on her honed fighting instincts. From a kneeling position, she pulls out Savage’s legs from under her The Queen of the Jungle windmilling her arms before flopping back first into the oil with a splash. Cassandra leaps straight up from between Savage’s akimbo legs and lands in a double foot stomp to the blonde’s abs. Savage lets out a deep guttural moan that stutters when Beckett vaults off her stomach into a perfect elbow drop that lands dead center of the blonde’s forehead.



Cassandra swipes a hand across her face and whisks away the film from her face. Seeing the corner of her eye Onika toiling in Feral’s clutches Cassandra starts sloshing over to her partner on all fours offering over her shoulder to Savage.”Later is likely but let’s focus on now.”



Cameras pointed around the pits ring zoomed in on Cassava’s pained face framed by Feral’s crushing thighs. The Punk Princess shredded her pythons into relief over and over until she got a satisfying groan from the bottom-heavy wrestler. Feral had her hands braced behind her for balance but when she felt stable enough Feral shook the excess oil off her hands and took them to Cassava’s healing rack. The biker bit her lip as she worked over the melons shipped from Iowa, “Dammit! You can one have one or another, not both!” Feral stopped squeezing and pressed Onika’s chest down and jiggled them like they were a new toy she was obsessed with, “Grrrr… I bet Savage would’ve just loved to get you first!”



“Yep!”



Feral looks up and gets a knee to the forehead by Beckett, knocked flat on her back with a splash, the Figure-four loosens and Cassava throws the legs off from around her head. Looking down at the crossed bike The Atomic Redneck points a thumb at herself, “But I get first dibs!”



Still lying in the oil, Cassava blinks and slaps her cheeks trying to break through the scissors induced fog and pushes up to her knees in stages while Beckett keeps their friend occupied with a foot to the belly. The Online Sensation pats her partner on the hip, “Thanks for the save. Go Double Dutch for a bit?”



Cassandra tilts her head to the side in agreement, “Sure, but no rhyming. Those always trip me up.”



Double Dutch is Frenemies With Benefits slang for two-on-one to clarify to newer wrestling fans devoid of context. Beckett recaptures a struggling Feral’s arms between her thighs and calves and applies a double breast… well... not a claw, pain does not seem to be the Queen B’s goal given how tenderly she’s teasing the twin peaks, dipping under Ferals swimsuit top to get those buds at full attention. Onika has one leg slung over her shoulder and the other pressed into the muck by the knee, keeping Feral from “kicking her tits off!” as Onika does some finger dancing that has the biker’s toes curling.



Onika and Cassandra lean in toward each other for a quick kiss that gets some boisterous catcalls from the fans watching above the pit and from a safe distance at home. Cassava looks down at Feral as she gives a twist of her fingers that sends a visible shudder through her glistening body asking. “See? We’re not so bad, wanna call it a day before we raise the sea level in this pit?”



Beckett bites back a laugh at Cassava’s way with words and Feral’s expression of indigestion and arousal. The biker seems dead set on hating her curvaceous opposite no matter what, yelling through moans “Listeen hereee! You big assed! Big titted! Sanders worsipinggGEE!!” Onika introduced a pinkie to the mix that performed naughty acts. Cassandra shrugs as she works a light nipple twist, “think she’s not feeling today babe. Go for the finish?”



Cassava would have said yes but the site of Savage’s barefoot smacking against Beckket’s face and knocking her into sprawl rendered her speechless. The blonde powerhouse of the team recuperated stealthily, backing up to a side of the pit waiting her moment(and enjoying the sight of Feral being worked over sensually by two hotties) followed Beckett’s example with a blindside sneak attack. The aforementioned redneck is blasted on to her side freeing Feral’s arms, half-submerged in the translucent oil. Cassava discards the leg on her shoulder and quickly stands to hammer elbows to Savage’s chest but the towering Wild One barely registers the hits, blocking a shot with her hand on Cassava’s bicep Savage pulls her into a thudding headbutt and noodles The Superfan’s arms and legs, Cassava eyes cross and she topples forward-leaning heavily on Savage. Her face slowly sliding down betwixt the biker’s breasts.



Savage smirks and circles her toned arms around Cassava’s waist pulling her closer. Enjoying the sight and feel of her chest and that of the blonde and pink coifed cutie’s competing for space, Savage clamps on the bearhug squeezing a little whine out of Cassava, shoving her up the biker’s front and arching her back. Also thrusting out The BMD’s JMDs (Juggs of Mass Destruction) under Savage’s chin, a view she took in delightedly. Onika throws her legs around Savage’s hips to alleviate some of the pressure currently collapsing her waist and starts slowly adding up clubbing blows to the natural blonde’s upper back, even so, she is shaken rapidly side to side by Savage like a dog with its favourite toy as the power of the vice ramps up. Savage’s mauling also has the added side benefit of sending visually pleasing jiggles through Onika’s oil glossy near-nude body, something Savage took much pleasure in, losing the hug by a fraction so she can switch to jarring ‘humps’ bouncing The BMD on her pelvis letting Cassava’s large breasts lightly smack against her own and tickle the Wild One’s chin.



Changing the position of her knotted fist to higher along the path of Cassava’s spine Savage gives her a looonng sustained constriction, purring when she feels a pained moan vibrate through the Hipster’s body into her own. Pressing her lips into Cassava’s ear Savage comes on to the young lioness whilst flattening her to a 2D image, ”Girl, you are fun to squeeze! Me and Feral should take you home to relieve stress on HARD days.” The muscles in Savage’s body shred exquisitely on ‘hard’ getting a pitiful gurgle out of the crushed Cassava.



“Hey!”



Savage turns her head to look down at her partner and GF, Feral, who has Beckett in a bodyscissors/Dragon sleeper combo. Reefing back on the sleeper to expose Cassandra’s neck, Feral crooks her arm into a V rams several spiteful, thumping blows to the top of the Nebraskan’s breasts, punctuating each hit with a word.



“Stop!Thump!Flirting!Thump! With!Thump!The!Thump!Enemy!”Thump!”



Savage speaks soothingly to her partner as she sets Cassava down, ”Just getting acquainted, babe.“ Turned wobbly limbed by the bearhug Cassava can do little to stop Savage from turning her around and taking an underhand grip of her breasts. The taller blonde seems to weigh the teats in her palms for a moment with a very impressed look on her face, she gives Cassava’s jubblies a quick squeeze for luck(and fun) and uses them as handholds for an unorthodox Suplex that sends the Hipster overhead!



Onika sends rippling waves throughout the oil pit when she crashlands in a matchbook. Savage’s raw power has The Superfan sliding across the floor with the momentum with her ankles around her head, slowing to a stop as her toes touch the pit’s wall. During Cassava’s womanhandling Feral had released her sleeper and contorted Cassandra into a Camel Clutch, the Frenemy’s arms hooked over Feral’s thighs as the biker sat on her back in a squat. Holding her left wrist in her right hand Feral cranked up on Cassandra’s chin exposing her neck to the crowd. Seeing the infuriatingly amiable Onika buns up in a heap filled The Punk Princess with schadenfreude she only slightly regretted, freeing up a fist Feral repeatedly hammers Beckett’s chest shouting. ”Yeah! Throw her into the cheap seats!”



“Keep focused, babe,” Savage looks behind her as she saunters over to her prey, “remember these chicks are serious business. If we want the W, it’s time to get serious.” Feral nods with a smirk, leaning into Beckett’s ear.



“You heard her, Beckett. Truth be told, she’s the brains of this outfit. Wrestling’s always been her dream. I’m just along for the ride because I’ve got her back always. For the record, you’re my kinda chick. For all the shit I’ve been talking, I’d be down for a double date later. But first…” she then slides her arms underneath Cassandra’s, locking her hands behind her head, adding a full nelson to the camel clutch, “we got a match to win!”



Meanwhile, Savage stalks her prey, carefully grasping Cassava by her oil-slick hair to pick her up. “Well, Cassava, this has been fun and all, but all good things gotta end. Although, between you and me, I’d be down for getting some drinks with you and Beckett later. But first…” The Blonde Bomber then shoves Cassava’s head in between her thighs. After taking a moment to note that she wouldn’t mind this position under a less violent circumstance, and then another to goose Cassava, unable to resist, before flipping her up onto her shoulders and sending her crashing down to the floor with an earth-rattling powerbomb.



...At least, that was the plan.



Savage’s ongoing infatuation with the Milk Chocolate Mauler has given Cassava the opening she needed to escape the potentially catastrophic slam, managing to power out and stand up, temporarily leaving Savage upside down on Cassava’s back. Only able to hook one of the blonde biker’s legs, rushed as she was to complete the reversal, she dropped to her knees, driving Savage’s head into the Pit floor, giving her a generous helping of Upside-Down Cake!



UPSIDE DOWN CAKE

youtu.be/8j3J-wXRRjk?t=7



Looking down at Savage, Cassava knew she didn’t get all of her feared finisher. But seeing her eyes glazed over, she knew she had time to lend a hand to her girlfriend before turning her attention back to Savage. Dashing towards Feral, she blindsided the Punk Princess with a monster hip check at high velocity.



HIP ATTACK

www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgZob0iDbhg



The mass of Cassava’s rear plus the velocity she was travelling on impact with Feral’s face plus the force with which Cassava threw her hip check equals Feral getting knocked off of Cassandra and travelling a good six feet away. As her girlfriend helps her up, Cassandra works out the kinks that have come as the result of Feral’s pretty thorough working-over. “You alright, Beck?” She asked her girlfriend, knowing that she had bought them enough time to catch their breath.



“Yeah, thanks for the save, babe.” Beckett answers her, giving her a playful swat on the butt, “That Feral chick might be small, but damn she packs a wallop!”



Cassava then gives the prone Savage a nod as she leans in to kiss Cassandra on the neck. “We had the appetizer, Honey Bunny… You ready for the main course?”



Cassandra purrs as she feels her beloved’s lips on her oily skin, “Let’s put a pin in that for a sec, baby…” she answers as her gaze falls upon the struggling Feral with a frown, “I got something to take care of right quick.” As turned on as she was by the whole scene, and as much as she was looking forward to even more fun, she couldn’t abide the abuse she took at the hands of the featherweight biker without responding at least a little in kind. With that in mind, she closes ranks on Feral, grasping the sides of her head. “We're tryna play nice, and you wanna be all nasty?” she says with a growl, “Well, I can dance to that tune too, sugar!" With that, she hurls Feral into the side of the Pit, headfirst. As she grasps her head in a futile attempt to alleviate the ringing in her head, Cassandra laid in a series of stomps to her unprotected midsection. Satisfied that she’d gotten a modicum of payback on the petite brawler, she returned to Cassava’s side and they both turned their attention to a still barely conscious Savage. A predatory grin on both of their faces, Frenemies With Benefits collectively licked their lips in anticipation as they sauntered over to the blonde biker.



Taking up position just as they had done with Feral earlier, Cassandra gives an appreciative whistle as she notices that in her writhing on the floor, one of Savage’s massive boobs had been freed of its skimpy cloth prison. Lowering herself gently onto Savage’s face for a reverse facesit (both Frenemies had a hunch that she would be less...combative, than her partner), Beckett proceeds to set the other one free as well. “Damn!” she exclaims at viewing her full, uncovered bounty, “These babies might even be bigger than Skank Larue’s! Difference being,” she purrs as she closes gentle fingertips over them to massage and knead, “she obviously ain’t had any work done.” She then looks over to her girlfriend, who watches Cassandra’s gentle ministrations and hears Savage’s muffled moans at the same, and bites her lower lip, a deep blush in her cheeks, “It’s okay, babe,” Beckett assures her, “I can see by the look in yer eyes that you want her just as bad as she wants you.” She then chews on her own bottom lip before saying the words that let Cassava off the proverbial leash, “Go nuts.”



That was all the permission she needed, Cassava takes Savage’s legs and near-splits them vertically, going crotch to crotch with the subdued destroyer class and grinding a pattern that Savage’s toes visibly curling. A good chunk of the crowd revealed themselves to be residents of Park Palace shouting, “SNU SNU!” though Cassava’s application was far less dangerous. If she tried it on Savage in a regular match the biker might be able to get out of the lustful hold without an extreme amount of effort, however with The Queen Bitch Cassandra Beckett riding her nose like a million-dollar sybian, escape was a non-starter.

Knowing what the pair were up to, and not wanting to just be a passive plaything to them, Savage decides to play the one card she has. Gripping Cassandra by her firm cheeks, first giving an appreciative squeeze, Savage picks her head up slightly to meet Cassandra’s crotch and begins tonguing the Atomic Redneck through her bikini bottoms. “WhooOOOOAAA!!” Cassandra hollers, needing to plant her hands on Cassava’s shoulders to prevent her from sliding off, such was the sudden shockwave of pleasure that the blonde biker’s tongue was providing. “B-babe...You know I love you..” she manages to gasp out in between heaving moans, “but this chick, man...her tongue is something el-AHHHHH!! Ohhhhh, wooooow!”



The Frenemies With Benefits gyrations began to sync up and increase in speed and ferocity their engines beginning to run red hot, Cassava feels Savage thrusting back with just as much vigour if not more. It’s unclear to viewers if this is a play to reverse the hold or if Savage is just lost in the heat of things, not that anyone truly cares either way when the spectacle is that damn good. The oil of the match’s namesake is playing a great and appreciated part in hurrying things along, it makes one wonder if this is what Bethany Christain intended for these matches to be from the start,



Their pulses pounding in their ears the writhing The Blonde Bomber and Frenemies With Benefits are about to tumble off the edge at the same time, a level of erotic combat that surely will be marked as a FAWN milestone. As they’re about to hit the figurative and literal climax the women and the crowd’s attention were divided by an echoing shout of, “HAND’S OFF, BITCHESS!!!”



Startled in mid-stroke Beckett and Onika whip their heads up at a soaring Feral backlit by the bright Florida sun, The Punk Princess defying sense, physics and the heavens climbed to the pit’s edge and leapt into a crossbody that collides with FWB with a wet SMACK! forcibly removing them from atop her girlfriend with enthusiasm.



youtu.be/7nhrlQYKmmM?t=220



Blindsided by a flying biker Cassava and Cassandra bounce off the pit floor launching Feral into a second mini-splash that slaps her tummy against The BMD’s while Beckett gets a glancing knee to the forehead. The next 3 seconds is the most violent slip n slide in recorded history, Spinning out of control Casava slaps her side harshly against the wall and lies still. Rippling waves of oil lapping at her ears. Beckett got a bit less of the avalanche maneuver but was heavily shaken by it, gawkily pushing up from all fours just to slip and fall flat into the solution. Savage sits up and shakes her head clear, the fog of lust leaving her mind with the help of new air in her lungs. Spotting her dizzy partner butt scooting to the perimeter for balance Savage gets to her feet to help Feral to hers. The tired but tough blonde breathily, asks, “Thanks for the save, how’d you get to the top?”



Feral points a thumb at the pit’s ladder swinging a quarter deep in the well then back down at her chest, she speaks with a bit of a hitch in her voice still feeling the shock of landing.



“Took my top off and hooked it around the ladder to pull myself up. Everyone was too distracted by the floor show you were putting on with squeezable and her pet redneck.”



“Hey, now,” Savage answers with a hint of hurt in her voice, “don’t be like that...They’ve been trying to be friendly this whole time. Why you gotta be so hostile?”



Feral shrugs in response, “Hey, in another setting, I might be into this. But don’t forget, this is a match. And we’re as good as dead if they get you all cross-eyed and stupid from making you - WHOA!!!” Feral’s explanation is cut off as she’s tackled down to the floor by a renewed Cassava, fueled by the kind of primal rage that can only come from being O-deprived.



“YOU CUNTBLOCKING BITCH!!!” the Milk Chocolate Mauler roars as they slide along the floor, “I’VE TRIED TO BE NICE TO YOU ALL THIS TIME AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME??!!”



“WhoawhoaWHOA!!!” Feral tries to calm her enraged adversary down while simultaneously trying to reverse their positions, creating a very crowd-pleasing catball situation, “We’re just tryna win the damn match!!”



“YOU COULD’VE AT LEAST WAITED ANOTHER MINUTE!!” Cassava retorts, “I WAS ALMOST THERE!!!” Meanwhile, Cassandra has found her feet and joins Savage in watching their respective paramours roll around in the oil, a look of amusement mixed with lust on their face.



“Y’know,” Savage finally speaks up to her friendly adversary, “she did have a point. Making me cum like you two were about ta do would’ve all but taken me out of the match. And that was really your goal there, right?”



“Naw, baby,” Cassandra answers, “I mean...yeah, sure that would’ve made winning the match a lot easier...but that ain’t what we were after,” she says with a grin, drawing nearer to the stacked and topless blonde, apparently eager to finish what they’d started. “You really caught me by surprise with that tongue of yours, girl. Feral’s one lucky gal.”



Savage chuckles at that, “I could say the same about your girl, Cassie. The way she moves is fucking magic!”



“Yeah...yeah, she is magic. Makes me wonder how I won her - HEY!!” Cassandra’s thoughts are interrupted when Savage catches her off-guard, wrapping her arms around her in a bear hug position.



“Sorry, Cassandra...I’d love to finish this up at a bar afterwards. Mmm, maybe someplace else after that.” she adds with a grin, “But first…” she then leaps into the air, taking Beckett with her and slamming her onto the floor in a breathtakingly picture-perfect belly-to-belly suplex! Beckett screams as her back splashes down, though the thin layer of oil does provide a slight cushion. She doesn’t have time to process the pain she’s just felt, though. To hers, and everyone else’s surprise, Savage maintains her grip around Cassandra’s torso and begins to stand up, hefting the only slightly smaller Beckett up with her, and flipping her up onto her shoulder in a torturous Canadian backbreaker!



CANADIAN BACKBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXhgq6AV7VA



Cassandra screams in agony as Savage bounces the Nebraska native up and down on her shoulder, mentally marvelling at the Blonde Bomber’s prodigious strength. Without warning, the rough ride stops, but only because Savage drives Beckett down on her outstretched knee, shoulder-first, saying as she executes the shoulderbreaker, “...we’ve got a match to win!”



SHOULDERBREAKER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MneN7EcimVY



Cassandra instinctively rolls onto her back after Savage pushes her down onto the floor off her knee, mostly to keep the nasty-tasting oil out of her mouth. All according to plan as it turns out because no sooner had Beckett rolled onto her back than she found Savage crawling on top of her sensually, giving the fans a hell of a show in the process. “I’m a girl who learns from her mistakes, Cassie. I’m sorry.” With that, she locks her hands behind Beckett’s head and forces her up into another faceful of oil-slick titty meat. Cassandra didn’t have the energy to do much, but mentally, she was panicking! From underneath, she had no leverage, and that brutal combo took a lot out of her. Escape from Savage’s soft, fleshy prison, this time, seemed impossible. Rescue by her partner seems to be her only hope.



Meanwhile, their respective tag team partners are busy with each other. Cassava Onika and Feral roll around on the other side of the Pit, thrashing and splashing. The Superfan’s been trying to save her partner since the belly to belly but Feral has been tenaciously trying to keep Onika from interrupting her soul mate’s killing blow.



“Get offa me, twisted sista!” Cassava yelps as the featherweight takes her back, struggling to lock in a full nelson to further immobilize the Sri Lankan beauty. “Our first match can’t end without me facesitting everyone I’m facing! I got a brand to protect!”



“Sorry, booty babe,” Feral answers, “but we don’t get paid by the hour, and I can’t let you interrupt my girl’s fun.” The Punk Princess almost manages to lock her hands behind Cassava’s neck when the Online Sensation suddenly twists, reversing their positions, putting Cassava on top, her barely contained glistening juggs dangling close to Feral’s nose. A position that she found herself not minding that much.



“You’re too high strung, girl. You’re in the entertainment business.” Cassava purrs as she pins Feral’s arms down, “You need to relax. Me and Cassie can help you with that, you know.” She looks over at Beckett slowly suffocating in Savage’s front sleeper, not looking terribly concerned at the moment, “Your girl certainly seemed down earlier. Let’s hang out after, how about a double date?”



Feral growls as she struggles against Cassava, getting rather turned on by the contact, and getting pretty salty about it. “Rrrrgh! God damnit, quit being so nice! You’re making me feel like an asshole!” Indeed, Feral had already started the match out in a bad mood when she caught Savage checking Onika out doing her pre-match stretches, made all the more galling by the fact that the sight of the BMD Champion in a barely-there black and gold bikini turned her on just as much as it did her girlfriend. She knew being salty at Savage for ogling Onika was hypocritical, but she couldn’t help it. And now she was making it even harder to be adversarial about the whole thing.



“You’re entitled to your feelings,” Cassava calmly replies, which only frustrates the Queen of the Steel Jungle further, “which are never wrong. This is a stressful situation, after all.”



“OH, COME ON!!” Feral shouts, but any further answer is cut short by a pained wail from Savage. Unable to get the biker’s perfectly proportional mass off of her, Cassandra takes two handfuls of bikini bottom and rips Savage a new one with a hellacious wedgie! Now sporting an unplanned and painful thong Savage’s sleeper loosens but doesn’t break, the Caucasian side of both teams locked in a stalemate. Onika plants a knee in Feral’s belly as she stands to keep her pacified and starts scurrying over to break the tie. The BMD’s within running Senton distance when she feels arms snaking around her waist and lifting Cassava up and over with a jarring Saito Suplex!



SAITO SUPLEX: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8a6NKZsDDso



Cassava rolls over onto her front upon impact, gritting her teeth and placing a hand at the small of her back. Feral powers off a knee holding her belly, fighting through the gutted feeling post stomach hit to give her girl the time she needed. Feral wheezed down at counterpart,” Maybe I did start off a little fractious,” Feral got a word of the day calendar as a gift from Savage, ”But when I see my girl eyeing up the competition-AHWATHEFUK!”



Sensing Feral directly behind her Cassava put her highly trained booty to work, making her hips go through a series of precious and sexy gyrations and making her cheeks clap! Sending droplets of oil flying in all directions- and into Feral’s eyes.



The Wildest One staggers, whipping at her face with one hand and swinging wildly with the other, "Argh! how did you aim that!?"



Cassava clumsily tries to get to her feet, slipping several times in the slick substance covering all the combatants before gaining stability. Blinking away oil Cassava finds her team as an aimless claw from Feral grazes her spine. Savage and Beckett were still fighting for dominance, rolling over and over for the top position, jugging vs wedgie.



Cassava yells to her partner, “I’m coming Beck!”



She was not coming.



“Where d’you think you’re going?” Now that she had a general sense of where her bottom-heavy target of the day was, Feral threw any shreds of caution to the wind and reached out blindly, taking Onika’s shoulders. Heaving herself atop The Superfan in an Electric Chair position, tightening her legs under Onika’s chin, Feral whips herself back SPIKING her victim's neck and shoulders first into the Pit floor.



POISONRANA

www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKpDWzW5aRc



Savage had been watching from atop Cassandra as this all unfolded, bracing herself for Cassava’s intervention. As she saw the Internet Sensation getting spiked, she winces and mutters, “Damn! She’s gonna be feeling that tomorrow!” She then turned her attention back to Beckett, still firmly tucked between her tits. “Looks like the cavalry ain’t coming for you this time, Cassandra.” To the Blonde Bomber’s amused surprise, Beckett replies by giving her the “OK” hand gesture, eliciting a chuckle from the biker chick. Cassandra understood that it was all but over if Onika was taken out of the equation, and to be perfectly honest, she was okay with it. There were far worse ways to go out than this, and she’d certainly been on her fair share of them in her career. “Y’know...We both know it’s over, you don’t have to go to sleep. You could just tap.” Cassandra appreciated the offer, but instead, she waggles her finger to politely decline. Truth be told, more than not minding her current predicament, Beckett was enjoying her stay in between Savage’s peaks and didn’t want to cut it short even as she felt herself fading. “Heh...You got your pride, I can respect that. Can’t speak for Feral, but I’m really looking forward to the next time I see the two of you. Enjoy your nap.”



No sooner had those words left Savage’s lips than Cassandra started to go limp in her arms. After calling the ref down to check on her, and confirming that she was indeed out, Savage releases the brunette beauty from her fleshy prison as soon as she hears him call for the bell.



“Ladies and Gentlemen...Your winners, by way of knockout...THE WILD ONES!!!”



Savage lays her victim down gently on the floor, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead while the fans cheered raucously. For a match with as much raunch as this one, it also had a surprising amount of great action, and the FAWN Faithful weren’t shy about expressing their appreciation. As Savage gets to her feet to soak up the cheers, Feral comes up beside her, wrapping an arm around her soul mate.



“Great work, hon!” she says with a grin. “I gotta admit, I was pretty sour about this to start with, but this whole thing was a lotta fun!”



“Told ya!” Savage relies as she leans down to kiss the petite biker on the cheek. “You were awesome!”



Feral’s cheeks blush uncharacteristically at both the kiss and the compliment. “Thanks.” She then looks around the Pit, seeing Cassava still writhing on the floor, groaning and holding her neck, while Cassandra was still enjoying her involuntary siesta. “Guess they ain’t gonna be up for hooking up later for a brew, huh?”



“Naw, they need time to heal up. I figure if we give ‘em a few days, they’ll be cool.” Savage answers, looking at her with a grin. “So...ya are interested in hooking up with ‘em, eh?” she teases, jabbing an elbow in her side playfully.



“Hey…” she begins to protest, but then lets out a breath before starting over, letting her guard down finally. “I mean...they are super hot...not as hot as us, though. And they were pretty cool, even though I was a bitch to them the whole time. If they still wanna, yeah, I’d be down.”



Savage smiles warmly at that. She’d been hoping that her girlfriend would warm up to the Frenemies. “I’m glad. Come on, babe. Let’s go celebrate. First in the shower, then at the bar.”



Feral smirks at that. “You read my mind, honey. Let’s go!” Arm in arm, the Wild Ones take their victory lap before heading to the back, leaving the Frenemies to recover and lick their wounds. Slowly, Cassava manages to crawl over to a just awakening Cassandra, inadvertently giving the fans a good show with her swinging hips.



“Hey…” she calls out to her girlfriend, brushing the oil-soaked hair from her face as her eyelids begin to flutter, “You okay, Cassie?”



After getting a few gulps of air back in her lungs, the Atomic Redneck looks at her lover and nods, “Yeah...Yeah, I’m good. Hell of a way to go out. How about you? Savage made it sound like you took a hell of a bump.”



“Yeah…” Cassava groans as she continues to massage her neck, “I’ll be fine. Just need a little hot tub time is all. C’mon…” she then offers Cassandra her hand to help her up, which she gladly takes. Once they’re both up and about, the crowd showers them with appreciative applause for their role in what they just witnessed. “Man,” Cassava quips as she looks the both of them over, both looking the worse for wear, “we look like Chrissy Daniel on an average Thursday!"



Cassandra chuckles at that, “Come on, babe...Let’s go tend to that neck and clean the stink of this L off of us!” With that, arm in arm, the former bitter foes turned lovers make their way to the back.