Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2020 1:33:54 GMT
Set sail for strange seas! We take you from the world-famous FAWN arena in Orlando to off the coastline for a live recording of a match on The Buccaneer’s Booty, Molly O’Cannon’s ship and wrestling ring. These high spectacle bouts are usually exclusive to the beach fight circuit but thanks to a new deal between the beaches and FAWN (facilitated by Cassava Onika) we are now privy to these fights of nautical naughtiness.
The classically crafted pirate ship sports two masts with large, gleaming white sails but at the very top of the crow’s nest sported the quintessential black pirate flag complete with skull and crossbones… and Molly’s signifier of a sewn image depicting a pair of barely clothed breasts under the X of bones. Rather than a falls count anywhere brawl throughout the decks of the ships Cassava Onika and Molly O’cannon will do battle in the ring built in the main deck, the pillars of the two masts making up the north and south corner posts with 300 lucky fans cheering ringside. One of them drunkenly explaining to an uninterested coed that ship is floatin in the same spot as the ship that held the Tyson/Secritariat bout.
FAWN’s announcer reads the wrestlers’ introductions to the masses in the Orlando arena with the audio being transmitted through the PA systems on the ship.
“FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT, AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
CASSAVA ONIKA
The BMD champ walks on bare feet through a small partition in the crowd hi-fiving rowdy drunken fans, many of whom are cosplaying either in pirate or navy gear from various eras and cultures. Cassava herself decided to switch up her standard ring gear for a visually delightful two-piece gold bikini in case of the unlikely but VERY possible chance the fight spills overboard into the water. Rolling under the bottom cable and kiping up all jiggle, Cassava runs the ropes in excitement and nervousness. Molly is 7 and 0; undefeated in these matches and at times extremely dominant, but there was no way Cassava would pass up the chance to do this.
I feel like I’m on the cover of the weirdest harlequin romance book ever!”
WHISKEY IN THE JAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsrvmNtWU4E
On the ship and in the arena Metallica’s “Whiskey in the Jar” begins to play, a few moments later the Scourge of the High Seas Molly O’Cannon comes out from the door leading into the aft castle. The busty brunette dances a jig drinking from a little brown jug before stopping at the edge of the hands holding her arms in a circle above her head, while she yells. “OOOOOOO’CANNON!” throwing her arms down the FAWNantics roar back “BOOM!”
MOLLY O’CANNON:
Molly wears a white linen top that is cut off and tied between her breasts holding them like two hammocks, her bottoms are black short shorts with the word booty scrolled on her backside, a red sash tied around her waist. Coming to the ring Molly carries a rapier and pistol tucked in the sash. Black knee, elbow pads and mid-calf boots with skulls and crossbones on the ankles finish her attire.
It’s hard to tell Molly is a heel as the fans love her, but the Pirate’s search for FAWN booty keeps her planted on the Naughty girl list. Tonight, against the biggest booty in FAWN the fans seem split between the Captain and her opponent. It’s O’Cannon’s charisma and popularity that overrides her wins, losses and in-ring tactics that keep the fans on the Pirate’s side. The Buccaneer raider now raises the Jolly Roger in the dangerous waters in search of the prime FAWN booty.
Molly takes a swig of her jug and calls out, “Ms. Smee!”
A tall shapely blonde comes down from the helm of the ship, she wears a bandana with gold skulls on it, a black bikini halter top with blue sequins over the breast and black booty shorts with a blue sash tied around her waist.
MS SMEE:
Molly leans into Ms. Smee giving her orders, “Take the wheel, Ms. Smee and await me orders.”
Ms. Smee answers, “Aye, Captain”
Before climbing the stairs to the ring Molly hands over the pistol and rapier to Ms. Smee and takes another swig from the jug before handing that to the blonde.
The Booty Pirate slips into the ring and does her jig to the center of the ring and the ring announcer says, “From the High Seas weighing in at 132 pounds…Molly OOOOOO’Cannon!” The Crowd offers another BOOM! More of the crowd joining in this time. Molly moves to her corner smirking at the fans, “Ye’re all fools!” Looking out at the crowd Molly sneers, “AHHRR, that’s some golden booty we hunt tonight.”
Cassava closes her eyes and shakes her head, trying not to laugh at the words spoken in a New York accent. “Wow, booty puns right off the jump. Can’t say I hate it. Well, I’m afraid this treasure is out of your reach Cap’n.”
She gives her rear a slap making a ripple in her cheeks that’ll be turned into a gif later. “Call me Davy Jones, cause I’m sinking this ship and claiming it as my own!”
Cassava takes a step up forward pointing at Molly, striking a bit of pose. Clearly playing up the drama of the sea battle. The curvy corsair laughs wholeheartedly at the young lioness, even throwing her arms over the top ropes so she can lean back and enjoy the view.
“Hahaha! I like your spunk lass! I hope you keep it after I spank yer ass into submission!”
Coming to the ring a bit late is FAWN referee Merle, the man looking a bit green as he enters the ring. Going over to The Milk Chocolate Mauler first, the man in the zebra shirt stops and holds his stomach for a moment, Cassava looks concerned, “You ok Merle?”
The man nods, and starts back over to her pointing at his stomach, “I just get a little seasick on boats.”
As Merle checks Molly’s boots and pads the Captain says, “Yer be looking a little green around the gills boy. Why did they send a landlubber to referee a match on my ship.”
Merle shrugs, “Bethany, probably thought it would be funny.”
After making it across the ring to check out the Booty Buccaneer, Merle calls for the bell.
DING!DING!
The Caribbean Sun beats down on the deck, as the ship sails along the Florida coast. Outside of the air-conditioned FAWN arena, the only relief is a nice breeze, still both Molly and Cassava, well for that matter everyone on the ship is sweating before the match even begins. The busty pair circle watching each other closely as they inch together and collide in a collar and elbow lockup.
Locked together Cassava and Molly pull down on each other’s necks and swaying under them are the massive F-Cups, and maybe a bit more for Molly. The cameraman can’t move away from the shot as the wrestlers remain stalemated.
The Captain calls out, “HARD TO PORT MS SMEE!”
The blonde at the wheel answers, “Aye, Capt’n” and spins the wheel making the ship turn left.
Not use to having wrestling rings move under her, Cassava loses her balance and is sent flying with a hiptoss from the Booty Pirate. The Iowan hits the canvas and rolls more than she would normally have expected, as the ship leans into the turn it’s making. Molly having no issues with the rocking ship is back on her feet and moving with some speed to the rising Onika, as she tries to stand with some help from the ropes.
Yelling as she runs, Molly orders, “Rudder mid-ship!”
Again the blonde Ms. Smee replies, “Aye, Capt’n” and spins the wheel back until the ship finishes the turn and is tracking on the new course.
Cassava gets to her feet, just as O’Cannon arrives and brings her thigh up into the Black woman’s bare stomach. The kneelift holds Onika on the ropes for a moment, just long enough for the Dread Pirate Molly to press into her Jugg to Jugg and begin grinding. The Superfan then realizes she’s not heard the order for a rope break and turns her head to see Merle hanging on to the ropes to her left as the ship completes the turn.
Now that the ship and the ring are stable again, Merle does order Molly off the ropes. Cassava’s upset as she’s been trapped longer than the normal five count would allow. Molly says to the zebra, “Ye Shouldn’t be giving orders to a Capt’n on her own ship.”
The Buccaneer obeys, sort of, grabbing Cassava by the shoulder and wrist she drops her hips and sends Kylie’s Number One Fan racing across the ring. The gold bikini top is not as snug as her normal ring gear, so the Booty Queen’s boobs bounce more than normal as she runs. Molly dances a jig to the center of the squared circle as she watches Onika bounce off the cables and comes straight back at the pale pirate. Molly lowers her shoulder and slams into Cassava hard.
SMMMACK!
Both the blonde and brunette stand firm, Cassava’s holding her ground and Molly’s a bit surprised. O’Cannon asking, “Ye be wanting to give that another go?”
Cassava nods and both women turn in opposite directions and hit the cables and come full steam ahead at each other.
SMMMMAAACK!
Both rock, but neither goes down. This time without a word then turn and races back to the same sets of ropes. Rebounding at the same time, heading towards the collision at center ring. Just before though both women jump and spin in the air leading with booty instead of a shoulder.
WWWHHHHAAAAP!
This could be called when worlds collide because both Molly and Cassava’s backsides ripple and each wrestler is knocked to her hands and knees from the galactic level impact. As the booty buccaneer and booty queen rise, there is again no clear winner. As if unable to back down from this test Cassava turns for another run, but while it looks like Molly will do the same at the last second, she turns grabbing two handfuls of blonde hair and yanks the Milk Chocolate Mauler down to the canvas.
Merle gives the warning about pulling the hair, and Cassava looks shocked that Molly would be willing to give up the contest without finding out who would prevail.
Molly shrugs, “Pirate”
As if that was all the explanation needed, Molly then stomps her boot down on Onika’s chest just above the swell of her breast. Molly stomps that hill twice more before grinding down, fists on her hips the Buccaneer leans down to make sure she has the grimacing Cassava’s full attention.
“Better get your sea legs fast, lass. With what I saw with Lakeisha, I thought I’d be blown overboard if we went broadside to broadside.” O’Cannon gives herself a cheeky slap. Trying in vain to pry the boot off her tit Cassava hisses a rebuttal,” You would be if your first mate wasn’t moving the ship out from underheAAi!!”
Molly scrapes her boot off Onika’s boobs just to kick her between the eyes, as The Superfan covers her face the brunette pulls her up by her multi-coloured locks into a seat, taking her own behind Onika. Molly cinches in a chewing bodyscissors that makes Cassava bite back a squawk, flexing her pale gams to work over the Iowan’s middle. Placing her hands on the deck for leverage, Molly raises her rump to really pour on the pressure. Cassava lets a small moan escape as she pries and pushes at the pirate’s gams to make some wiggle room. Laughing a piratey “Harharhar!’ O’Cannon ruffles the dyed blonde’s hair with one hand. A disgruntled Onika won’t have that, and starts wildly throwing back elbows but can’t seem to connect. Molly takes advantage of the flurry stealing one arm and then the other in a full nelson.
Shredding her legs into relief while twisting Cassava's upper body side to side, Molly was trying to tear The BMD champ in two by the waist. The seawolf cranks up on the full nelson thrusting out Cassava’s gurls while pressing her cannonballs into the fangirl’s back.
“Well aren’t you a treasure trove?” Molly repeatedly arches Onika’s back making her jiggle her bounty to O’Cannon’s crew of drunken FAWNatics, making sure the Iowan can feel Molly’s larger breasts sliding across the sweaty skin of her shoulder blades. “You’ll make a fine swabbie, by the time your back on land you’ll have the most highly trained tongue east of Galapagos!”
Cassava growled feeling her top becoming askew, making her sport a pie on the windowsill. “I already do, Cap’n Crunch. Not that you’ll ever find out!”
Molly grinned and gave her legs a powerful flex before doing another set of side to side wrenches, Cassava’s bikini top just barely covering her right tit by the devil’s luck. O’Cannon leans back till Onika’s bubble butt is on display for the camera and whips back to jar the gold wearing glutes on the hardwood with a keister bounce the brunette rebranded as the poop deck. Cassava certainly didn’t enjoy the experience and lets out a yelp, but Molly’s not satisfied with that reaction so she does it again, and again, and again but Cassava’s still composed.
“Too much natural padding for this move to work, Bluebeard,” Cassava gritted out, she would have turned her head for a smug look but Molly kept her chin in her cleavage. Molly’s eager to rise to the challenge, “The gauntlet has been thrown down!’ Molly throws themselves back to keister bounce The Superfan through the deck all the way to the orlop, just as Cassava intended. Kicking off the ring floor as O’Cannon rears back they push themselves past the tipping point so their ankles are over their heads in a double matchbook with the pirate’s shoulders on the canvas. Merle drops for the count hitting a 2.5 before Molly forcibly ejects her passenger sending rolling off in separate directions.
O’Cannon with her more experienced sealegs gets up first and sprints forward to take Cassava down with a Lou Thez Press, she leaps into the air like a house cat on a mouse and gets gutted by a back kick. Feeling the vibrations in the canvas through her bare feet Cassava threw a foot behind and hit paydirt. Molly gags and bends over holding her belly. Onika uses the privateer as a pommel horse and backrolls off Molly into a waistlock and plants her with a textbook German Suplex into a pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Molly escapes with a second to spare!
The Buccaneer falls onto her and immediately tries to rise but collapses under an elbow drop to the neck. Cassava hops over to straddle Molly’s back facing her feet, “I’m sure you’ve heard this a hundred times before,” Cassava places her right foot between the Caucasian woman’s legs and folds the pirate’s right stem into the knee of her left. “But get ready to swab the deck!” Pulling Molly’s left foot up Cassava traps it behind her right locking in a classic...
INDIAN DEATHLOCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTIgMTVCKTw
The Milk Chocolate Mauler pulls a scrambling O’Cannon’s torso off the floor by her top a moment before falling back first beside her, wrenching Molly’s knees and slapping her cannonballs against the canvas. The pirate spits out a nautical curse, “Bilgerat!”
Still lying beside her Onika smacks O’Cannon’s rump in a chiding manner, “Rude.” Onika gets back up and does a full vaudeville performance. Falling over and over making full use of her “natural padding” to mitigate any bump pain. Molly however suffered much worse, the deathlock was torture on her knees and her chest felt like it was down three cup sizes. Cassava calls out to the cheering crew “Let's switch things up!” This time she falls directly onto Molly, back to back. The pale-skinned lets out a sound that's a cross between a groan and a yip. Cassava loops her arms through O’Cannon’s elbows and pulls them back, linking her hands in an S grip adding a double armbar to the mix.
The Pirate Queen’s big breast mushrooms out to her sides as Molly is held face down with Cassava’s weight on top of her. Merle kneels in front of Molly asking if she wants to submit, but the Busty Buccaneer refuses. Rocking her body Molly is able to roll Onika off, both women end up on their sides and scramble to regain a vertical position first.
Cassava wins this race and grabs Molly’s right wrist before the Pirate is fully upright. The BMD Champ puts her other hand on O’Cannon’s back and whips her into the most convenient set of turnbuckles. As the Captain turns taking the pads to her spine and her chest arches out in pain the Booty Queen is running toward her, she leaps and swings her booty around slamming A to T with the brunette.
The impact drops Molly to her backside with legs extended in a ‘V’ as she leans back against the turnbuckles. Cassava sets up for her patented stinkface but passes. Instead, she takes hold of the top ropes while jumping and pulling her knees up. The Milk Chocolate Mauler swings back down driving both knees into Molly’s cannonballs and knocking the wind out of her sails.
Cassava steps out of the corner and looks down on the brunette smirking, “Just call me the British Navy, and we know what they did to pirates.”
Molly with her hands on her breast doesn’t answer, just staring forward transfixed.... and Cassava finally notices her top askew and pulls it back into its proper position. The Booty Queen bends down taking hold of the Pirate’s boots and drags her out from the corner out of the reach of the ropes. Cassava drops to her knees and falls across Molly’s huge bosom and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
The Captain kicks out and shoves Cassava aside as she rolls to her side. Onika looks over at Merle asking, but the seasick referee holds up two fingers standing by his call.
“Come on Capt’n Crunch, back on your peg legs.” Cassava smirks as she uses Molly’s linen top to pull her up, the sweat-soaked top is nearly see-through now. The drunken crowd turns on Cassava booing the Superfan as she pulls the Privateer to her boots and sends the brunette off towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Boobs bouncing as she runs, she turns, hitting the ropes with her back reversing direction and heading back at the Milk Chocolate Mauler, who’s ready to throw up a hard stop sign.
Cassava leaps sticking her booty out to slam into Molly’s cannonballs, but she feels no impact. She lands and feels Molly’s arms circle her waist, the Buccaneer slams on the breaks stopping before hitting Cassava’s big ass. Now she bearhugs the blonde from behind, lifting the Landlover and dropping to one knee bringing Cassava down on her posted leg. The Atomic Drop Molly calls Shiver Me Timbers.
SHIVER ME TIMBERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaPSvUVVCyE
Cassava’s big booty usually protects her, but the Atomic drop splits her buns and the impact shoots up her spine and catches her womanhood. Slowly Kylie’s Number One Fan slides off the Pirates thigh and to the canvas. Molly grins, “AAHHRR, that will sink yer ship.”
The BMD champ starts pushing up to her knees, one hand between her thighs tending to the fires down below. Molly a bit taken back by Cassava rising, reaches down grabbing the wrist of the hand tending to her womanhood and whips the sweat-soaked Booty Queen into the turnbuckles. Cassava turns and collides with the pads, sending a new wave of pain up her spine and her juggs rolling on her chest.
The Pirate doesn’t wait to follow, charging steps behind Cassava. When the blonde hits the pads, the brunette leaps swinging her backside around and crushes Onika’s F-Cups. The air can be heard leaving Cassava’s body as she drops down on her ass, legs extended out in a ‘V’, her left breast was knocked completely out of the gold bikini top. The Booty Queen wonders if that’s what her corner hip attack feels like, she knows hers is better, but damn did Molly’s Broadside hurt.
BROADSIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fxSipIgNDk
Cassava’s pained random thought is interrupted as she realizes that Molly is coming around for a second run at the Booty Queen. The recognition of the danger comes too late, Molly swings her ass around again, this time blasting the seated Iowan in the face with a Second Broadside.
SEATED BROADSIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WgfMDqONYE
Cassava’s head snaps back and her body goes limp, it’s not often that the BMD Champ has been on the receiving end of such a booty attack. Molly slaps her rump, “Pirates always have BOOTY!”
Molly steps between Cassava’s extended legs lifting her bare feet and tucks them under her arms as O’Cannon drags the Milk Chocolate Mauler out to the center of the ring cavewoman style. Dropping the thick legs Molly turns drops to her knees and falls across the Iowan’s F-Cups and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!”
Cassava’s entire body jerks as she kicks out, pulling her shoulders off the canvas. Molly grins, “This booty will be hard-won.” Driving a forearm into her back to keep Cassava pinned down. The Captain raises the stowaway’s feet by the ankles as she presses her black boot on the backs of Cassava’s thighs. Molly wraps Onika’s feet around her knees before bending over and jostling the challenger’s buns with a kneading grip. “Give your hands lass,” she punctuates the order with a squeeze, “or I’ll christen your hull with 40 whacks.”
Onika ignores the obviously-from-New York Caribbean criminal and tries to army crawl to a rope break, making little to no progress. “No chance, you Medieval Times offshoot. And stop pawing the goods, they aren’t for-ha-haha. Stop that!”
Rather than slap and scratch at The Superfan’s sides, The Buccaneer takes her digits to Onika’s soles and tickles them tauntingly. “Let’s those hips dance a jig!” With a gleeful smile, O’Cannon’s fingers become a blur. Dancing up and down and all-around a laughing-against-her-will Cassava’s feet, eyes trained on The BMD’s wiggling buns, “Like watching the sirens sing to sailors.”
Feeling tears at the corner of her eyes, a red-faced Cassava had enough of this! She reaches back with both hands clawing at the air to get Molly’s stroking fingers, Molly snatches them out of the air and yanks on ‘em! The drunken attendees of the good ship Buccaneer’s Booty get treated to another session of Cassava’s melons pushed towards them and the camera’s recording to the audience in Orlando. Working the young lioness like a perverted rocking horse, Molly pulls Cassava up and down by her taut arms while leaving boot imprints in her thick thighs. O’Cannon orders the crowd, “Get your camera’s ready lads and lasses!” And throws herself back first onto the ring floor, hoisting a trapped Cassava in the air completing the Surfboard stretch.
LOCKED IN IRONS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=00eao4dEB-o
“EEergh!! Put me down!” The Superfan struggled in the painful hold, briefly wondering if this what being lightly drawn and quartered was like. A shameful blush crept on her face hearing cameras focus and flash on her spread legs. Merle steps around to Cassava’s face to check on her, “How you doing, Cassava? Want to call it?”
“Nnnot a chance!” The BMD champion growls out a rejection through the pain, still trying to wiggle her arms loose from Molly’s grasp. Her machinations achieved nothing other than causing Onika’s hills to jiggle and roll in a distracting manner. Merle shakes out of an accidental drooling gaze, hoping the new redhead with a penchant for jugg smothers in his life.
Feeling the growing burn in her arms outpacing the fade of Onika’s will, O’Cannon calls it quits and lets go of The Superfan’s arms and launches Cassava forward into a face-first splat!
The Captain rises to her feet and walks over Cassava while widely swing her right arm in a circle to rile up the fans, some of which loudly predicting the “Yardarm!”
O’Cannon pulls Cassava up by the elbow and steps back for an Irish Whip, but Cassava sets her feet to stall and reverses, Molly reverses the reversal and goes for a short-arm clothesline. The Online Sensation ducks the limb while jamming an elbow into Molly’s kidney. The Privateer is staggered and grabs at her side making her an easy target for a barrage of forearm shots to the back and neck. A double overhand chop to her sweaty back Makes Molly hiss and grit teeth while Cassava runs to a near set of ropes for a rebound bicycle kick. Cass gets that knee up high for the move but has to put it down after O’Cannon impales her with a back kick that nearly makes the Superfan seasick. Molly steps beside the bent over and gagging Cassava and threads the Iowan’s arm through her legs in a pumphandle position, pausing a moment to let it sink in before hoisting Cassava stomach first onto her shoulder before driving the landlubber back first on the canvas.
BILGE PUMP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kJwypve9YY
Molly remains atop the wreckage of the dyed blonde, crawling back a bit to stuff her cannonballs into Cassava’s face during the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Cassava kicks out!
“Yer makin’ me work for it; I like that!” Molly pushes off Cassava’s tits to stand, putting a boot to Cassava’s head before heading to the nearest corner. As she ascends to the top buckle, she sees the Kylie-stan beginning to stir and roll onto her front, Lucky for Molly, she picked the south corner to climb; meaning the post is one of the two masts of the ship, with easy access to the rigging. With a delighted grin, the privateer wraps her hands around the wood pillar and climbs a few feet higher.
Molly gets her hands on a dangling hemp rope just as Cassava gets to her feet her back to the captain of the ship. Catching the subtle rise of the crowd’s tone Cassava’s relatively short ring experience and decades of wrestling fandom tell her Molly is on the top the ropes planning some sort of dropkick… Cassava combat rolls three feet forward and springs to her feet in a ready-crouch facing Molly’s corner, which is empty.
“Huh?”
“Boooom abooout!”
Cassava whips around to O’Cannon swinging on a rope in a wide arc with her black boots on a collision course with The Superfan’s boobs, O’Cannon’s about to end this match on a highlight- Cassava Matrix’s out of the way! With a timely backbend Cassava dodge’s Molly’s Errol Flynn moment letting the pale-skinned brunette soar past above her. Fans at ringside immediately start freaking out thinking the captain will swing onto the audience, a fret shared by Molly as well.
Good thing Molly has the Devil’s favour, her heels catch the top rope before she falls into the audience. Now swaying back and forth on the rubber-coated steel Molly’s arms windmill desperate to gain her balance, the drunken crew letting loose a growing “oooOOOHHH-” as the anticipation builds. O’Cannon pushes off the cable with her feet to springboard back into the ring with a minor stumble, once she finds her sea legs again Molly throws her fists up with a mighty cheer echoed by the FAWNatics on the boat and in the arena. Delighted by her show of acrobatics Molly turns about to face Cassava.
CRACK!
And is immediately felled by a heel to the face! Onika rebounded off the ropes to nail The Captain with a Koppu Kick.
KOPPU KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4-jX3op5Fs
“This battle ain’t over yet seadog!” Cassava still maintained her enjoyment of this rare matchup in rarer circumstances despite being on the losing end for the last few minutes.
The Milk Chocolate Mauler pulls the pirate back up on to her boots and points her at the far turnbuckles, whipping Molly towards the rocks Cassava waits a moment before following. The buccaneer’s boobs bounce wildly as she runs across the ring and turns slamming into the pads with her back. Molly’s eyes go wide as she sees Onika baring down on her and then leap sending her wide hips into O’Cannon’s globes with another corner hip attack.
Cassava bounces a few feet back out into the ring, turning seeing Molly wincing, but still standing. The Booty Queen moves back in grabbing O’Cannon by the wrist and shoulder pulling her out of the corner to send her towards the opposite pads. However, the Captain has other plans and after a reversal of the whip, it’s the gold bikini-clad girl racing towards the turnbuckles.
Cassava turns taking the pads to her back, and her eyes fly wide open as she sees Molly rushing at her and leaping the Booty Buccaneer swings her backside around hitting Onika with a broadside shot of her own. The Number One Kylie Fan is crushed in the corner, her juggs nearly knocked free of the golden bikini top as she sags in the corner. O’Cannon gives her backside a playful slap, “Arrrh! That’s how ye be doing the broadside”
Molly seems to think the Booty Queen needs another demonstration, and taking wrist and shoulder pulls Cassava from the corner to whip her back to the starting point. The Milk Chocolate Mauler hangs on and sends the brunette into the corner, the Captain turns and cries out as Cassava wants to show her booty is the prime booty on Land or Sea! The Iowan’s buttocks crush Molly’s massive breasts and knock a lot of the wind out of the Pirate’s sails.
This time Molly nearly collapses, but her arms wrapped around the top rope keeps her on her feet. Cassava pumps her fist and turns back, determined to finish Molly off with another breast crushing hip attack and pulls her out of the corner. The ship's Captain manages again to reverse the whip and a little wobbly follows behind. Cassava hits the turnbuckles hard and barely has time to brace for the impact to her F-Cups as Molly thick booty plows into the juggs again. Cassava’s head lolls as she hangs in the corner, each breath now seeming to cause pain to the youngster.
Molly holds a hand to her chest, the impact of Cassava’s hip attacks causing her discomfort as well. The Pirate reaches out like she plans to whip Onika back across the ring, but decides that she’s had enough of this game and instead sends a chop into the dyed blonde’s cleavage sending a spray of sweat into the air as the crowd cheer their Captain on.
“My crew is used to some ocean spray!” O’Cannon cackled madly, doing her best approximation of a Bloodwind chop massacre sending a yelping Onika’s chest flying in all directions. A series of small explosions of sweat go off from the challenger’s chest each with a CRACK that echoes over the open sea. Molly brings her chopping hand to her mouth and takes a long lick of Cassava perspiration and whips it back for a side chop that threatens to send The BMD’s tits into the third row.
WHIFF!
Still some fight in her veins Cassava ducks and rolls under the scythe letting Molly crash chest first into the corner. Cassava pops just behind the Privateer and reaches back to hook her palms under Molly’s armpits. The dyed blonde raises O’Cannon in the air and steps away from the buckles. Cassava yells because of the effort to hold O’Cannon up and to hype the crowd, “Let’s hope your crew is used to repairing holes in the deck!” before slamming the Caucasian with a THUD that ripples the ring with her Crucifix Powerbomb patented as BAMF.
Bad Ass Mother Fucker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjJDOmscyZo
Molly bounces once before flopping spread eagle on the head lolling, the softer curves of her body still jiggling a few moments after impact. Cassava jumps off her knees with the grace of a feline and bounds over the nautical ne’er do well’s body to stand by Molly’s middle while facing away from her. The BMD places her hands on her knees and pops dat ass one, two, three, four, five times (counted by a hooting audience) and blasts off into a standing moonsault that makes Molly’s limbs jackknife off the canvas before dropping back.
CHEEKYSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3G52fymLDQ
Merle goes to one knee for a pin but Onika pushes off Molly immediately to her full height eyes wide. She points to the northern mast and the inebriated crowd becomes ecstatic! Cassava runs over to the pillar, climbs the buckles and further up on the pillar till she can get her hands on the rigging. Making sure her hands are steady around the rope Cassava plants her feet against the mast and kicks off to swing on the rope into the ring like Jane of the Jungle! Cassava’s planning to break Molly’s undefeated strike with a record-setting senton!
“Gomu Gomu No Splash!”
Still lying flat on the canvas Molly bellows as Onika takes to the air, “Smee! Hard to starboard!”
“Aye! Aye!” Ms. Smee pulls rapidly on the ship’s steering gear, altering the ship’s position and the sway of Onika’s movement. Instead of dropping on Molly’s chest from a story up for the win, The Asstacular One drops crotch first on the thinly rubber-coated steel cables.
The “OOOOOHHH” of sympathy from the ship’s audience is loud, heartfelt, and echoed many times over at the FAWN arena where the match is being live-streamed. Cassava herself hasn’t uttered a word; shock still aside from trembling with her mouth agape and tears at the corner of her eyes. Both of her hands grasp the top rope she’s astride tighter than she’s held anything in her life.
The rocking of the ship sends Merle to the ropes hanging on for dear life. This means he’s not there to keep Molly from entering the corner and reaching up grabbing Cassava’s top, or the strip of material between her breasts and yank. The bikini snaps and comes away in the Captain’s hand. Molly tosses the gold top to the side before turning back to the still stricken Onika, “Ye be lookin’ a bit green around the gills girlie.”
Kylie’s number one fan finds herself in maybe the worst position of her FAWN career, frozen by pain and at the mercy of the Dread Pirate. Molly unleashes a jugg mugging that is meant to sink Cassava’s chances of winning on Molly’s ship. The smacking of flesh rings out across the decks of the Buccaneer’s Booty and Molly has the dark-skinned girl’s juggs dancing a jig as she slaps, punches, squeezes and twists for a long time as Cassava can only whimper. The Booty Queen tries to roll herself off the perch, but Molly holds her in place and continues her conquest of Cassava’s bounty.
Finally, Merle regains some of his composure and manages to walk along the ropes closer to the action and order Molly out of the corner. The pirate smiles, “Aye-aye governor.”
The Scourge of the high seas reaches out grabbing both of Cassava’s breasts and yanks her off the top rope flipping her over to the canvas with a tit-mare. Cassava lands flat on her back with knees bent, her bare tits rolling around her chest as her eyelids flutter. Molly moves to the landlover’s feet and turns her a quarter turn around before Molly now climbs the turnbuckles with the ease of a woman used to working in the riggings of the ship.
Cassava has sweat rolling off her body as her chest rises and falls, but her arms are helplessly splayed to her sides and her eyes have closed. Which might be well enough as Molly leaps into the void as if diving into the ocean. The trip doesn’t take long before Molly crashes down across Cassava with her 16-pound Gun Splash. The BMD champ’s head and legs kick up off the canvas but fall back down as Cassava shutters under Molly’s body.
The battle has been epic, and the crowd on the boat and in the FAWN arena are cheering wildly as Molly rocks up to her knees untying the knot between her breasts and peeling the sweat-soaked linen top off, then swinging a leg across the battered Iowan. Cassava may not be able to hear Molly, but the Captain says, “Time to be addin’ yer booty ta me Treasure Chest.”
Molly takes Cassava’s slack arms pulling them above her head and pinning them to the canvas as the Pirate lowers her big breast down engulfing the Booty Queen’s features in pillowy juggs. Trapped in sweaty darkness the last of Cassava’s consciousness leaves her and she enters jugg shock under Molly’s boobs.
Merle drops to the mat and crawls over on all fours to keep from swaying, he asks Molly, “Pin or KO?”
Molly rocks her shoulders swabbing Cassava’s slumbering features as she replies, “Ye be kind for asking, the landlover be motorboating me Jolly Rogers, so ye can check her arm.”
Merle takes Cassava’s left wrist from Molly and raises it and releases…
THUMP!
A second time has the same result…
THUMP!
Merle lifts for the third and does Cassava the chance by shaking her arm a bit letting her know this will be the last time…
THUMP!
The crowd on the boat roar as Molly remains undefeated on the Buccaneer’s Booty, back at the FAWN arena the ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER...BY KNOCKOUT...THE DREAD PIRATE...MOLLY O’CANNON!”
Both on the ship and in the arena a bell rings, Molly holds her position a bit longer before rising off Onika’s face, but she remains seated on the slumbering woman’s stomach. Molly slides back a bit and then drops her big tits down hard on Cassava’s impressive set several times, grinding the Iowan’s juggs between each blast.
Cassava’s torment isn’t over though as Molly dismounts and walks over gathering the blonde’s top before returning and confiscating Onika’s bottoms as well. The now naked Booty Queen groans coming back to the world, as Molly yells, “Ms. SMEE!”
The blonde comes running and stops at the ring apron, Molly tosses the outfit to her first mate ordering, “Run those up with the colours.”
Smee nods, “Aye-aye Captain!”
As the sexy blonde heads to fulfill the Captain’s orders, Molly turns back to her captured Prized Booty, taunting, “We be headin’ back to port, but first…”
Molly pauses and turns yelling, “Press Gang!”
Four sexy women dressed as pirates rush forward, standing at ringside all four salute and Molly says, “Our guest here will be making the trip back to port with us. Please strap her to the helm.”
All four in unison snap back, “Aye-aye Captain!”
Then they grab Cassava pulling her out of the ring and carry her up to the aft castle. The crowd cheer as Molly follows them through the crowd and takes several offered drinks downing them as she makes her way to the helm. Onika starts to struggle, but four on one she has no chance. The crew use leather straps to lash Cassava to the wheel, while Molly strolls up and pulling up a spyglass looks at the far off shore. O’Cannon nods, “Bout an hour to port, good. I will take the helm.”
Smee returns to the bridge pointing up to the top of the ship where Molly’s Pirate’s flag still flies, with a gold bikini right under it. Smee smiles, “Done Captain.”
Molly smiles, “Well done Smee. Time to head in and refill our Grog casks.”
Smee grins, “We will be needin’ to change course then Captain.”
O’Cannon nods, “I have it, Smee.”
Taking Cassava by the breast Molly pulls spinning the trapped blonde around as she changes the course of the ship. When she’s done Cassava is upside down and Molly holds her by the womanhood to hold the rudder. The Booty Queen groans and squirms, but says nothing as her breast hang down in front of her face.
After reaching their new course Molly spins the helm again and brings her prisoner back upright. Cassava looks angry, but she thinks better of saying anything in her current predicament.
The ring is broken down and now the ‘crew’ begin to celebrate the Captain’s win as they sail back to harbour.
The classically crafted pirate ship sports two masts with large, gleaming white sails but at the very top of the crow’s nest sported the quintessential black pirate flag complete with skull and crossbones… and Molly’s signifier of a sewn image depicting a pair of barely clothed breasts under the X of bones. Rather than a falls count anywhere brawl throughout the decks of the ships Cassava Onika and Molly O’cannon will do battle in the ring built in the main deck, the pillars of the two masts making up the north and south corner posts with 300 lucky fans cheering ringside. One of them drunkenly explaining to an uninterested coed that ship is floatin in the same spot as the ship that held the Tyson/Secritariat bout.
FAWN’s announcer reads the wrestlers’ introductions to the masses in the Orlando arena with the audio being transmitted through the PA systems on the ship.
“FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT, AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
CASSAVA ONIKA
The BMD champ walks on bare feet through a small partition in the crowd hi-fiving rowdy drunken fans, many of whom are cosplaying either in pirate or navy gear from various eras and cultures. Cassava herself decided to switch up her standard ring gear for a visually delightful two-piece gold bikini in case of the unlikely but VERY possible chance the fight spills overboard into the water. Rolling under the bottom cable and kiping up all jiggle, Cassava runs the ropes in excitement and nervousness. Molly is 7 and 0; undefeated in these matches and at times extremely dominant, but there was no way Cassava would pass up the chance to do this.
I feel like I’m on the cover of the weirdest harlequin romance book ever!”
WHISKEY IN THE JAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsrvmNtWU4E
On the ship and in the arena Metallica’s “Whiskey in the Jar” begins to play, a few moments later the Scourge of the High Seas Molly O’Cannon comes out from the door leading into the aft castle. The busty brunette dances a jig drinking from a little brown jug before stopping at the edge of the hands holding her arms in a circle above her head, while she yells. “OOOOOOO’CANNON!” throwing her arms down the FAWNantics roar back “BOOM!”
MOLLY O’CANNON:
Molly wears a white linen top that is cut off and tied between her breasts holding them like two hammocks, her bottoms are black short shorts with the word booty scrolled on her backside, a red sash tied around her waist. Coming to the ring Molly carries a rapier and pistol tucked in the sash. Black knee, elbow pads and mid-calf boots with skulls and crossbones on the ankles finish her attire.
It’s hard to tell Molly is a heel as the fans love her, but the Pirate’s search for FAWN booty keeps her planted on the Naughty girl list. Tonight, against the biggest booty in FAWN the fans seem split between the Captain and her opponent. It’s O’Cannon’s charisma and popularity that overrides her wins, losses and in-ring tactics that keep the fans on the Pirate’s side. The Buccaneer raider now raises the Jolly Roger in the dangerous waters in search of the prime FAWN booty.
Molly takes a swig of her jug and calls out, “Ms. Smee!”
A tall shapely blonde comes down from the helm of the ship, she wears a bandana with gold skulls on it, a black bikini halter top with blue sequins over the breast and black booty shorts with a blue sash tied around her waist.
MS SMEE:
Molly leans into Ms. Smee giving her orders, “Take the wheel, Ms. Smee and await me orders.”
Ms. Smee answers, “Aye, Captain”
Before climbing the stairs to the ring Molly hands over the pistol and rapier to Ms. Smee and takes another swig from the jug before handing that to the blonde.
The Booty Pirate slips into the ring and does her jig to the center of the ring and the ring announcer says, “From the High Seas weighing in at 132 pounds…Molly OOOOOO’Cannon!” The Crowd offers another BOOM! More of the crowd joining in this time. Molly moves to her corner smirking at the fans, “Ye’re all fools!” Looking out at the crowd Molly sneers, “AHHRR, that’s some golden booty we hunt tonight.”
Cassava closes her eyes and shakes her head, trying not to laugh at the words spoken in a New York accent. “Wow, booty puns right off the jump. Can’t say I hate it. Well, I’m afraid this treasure is out of your reach Cap’n.”
She gives her rear a slap making a ripple in her cheeks that’ll be turned into a gif later. “Call me Davy Jones, cause I’m sinking this ship and claiming it as my own!”
Cassava takes a step up forward pointing at Molly, striking a bit of pose. Clearly playing up the drama of the sea battle. The curvy corsair laughs wholeheartedly at the young lioness, even throwing her arms over the top ropes so she can lean back and enjoy the view.
“Hahaha! I like your spunk lass! I hope you keep it after I spank yer ass into submission!”
Coming to the ring a bit late is FAWN referee Merle, the man looking a bit green as he enters the ring. Going over to The Milk Chocolate Mauler first, the man in the zebra shirt stops and holds his stomach for a moment, Cassava looks concerned, “You ok Merle?”
The man nods, and starts back over to her pointing at his stomach, “I just get a little seasick on boats.”
As Merle checks Molly’s boots and pads the Captain says, “Yer be looking a little green around the gills boy. Why did they send a landlubber to referee a match on my ship.”
Merle shrugs, “Bethany, probably thought it would be funny.”
After making it across the ring to check out the Booty Buccaneer, Merle calls for the bell.
DING!DING!
The Caribbean Sun beats down on the deck, as the ship sails along the Florida coast. Outside of the air-conditioned FAWN arena, the only relief is a nice breeze, still both Molly and Cassava, well for that matter everyone on the ship is sweating before the match even begins. The busty pair circle watching each other closely as they inch together and collide in a collar and elbow lockup.
Locked together Cassava and Molly pull down on each other’s necks and swaying under them are the massive F-Cups, and maybe a bit more for Molly. The cameraman can’t move away from the shot as the wrestlers remain stalemated.
The Captain calls out, “HARD TO PORT MS SMEE!”
The blonde at the wheel answers, “Aye, Capt’n” and spins the wheel making the ship turn left.
Not use to having wrestling rings move under her, Cassava loses her balance and is sent flying with a hiptoss from the Booty Pirate. The Iowan hits the canvas and rolls more than she would normally have expected, as the ship leans into the turn it’s making. Molly having no issues with the rocking ship is back on her feet and moving with some speed to the rising Onika, as she tries to stand with some help from the ropes.
Yelling as she runs, Molly orders, “Rudder mid-ship!”
Again the blonde Ms. Smee replies, “Aye, Capt’n” and spins the wheel back until the ship finishes the turn and is tracking on the new course.
Cassava gets to her feet, just as O’Cannon arrives and brings her thigh up into the Black woman’s bare stomach. The kneelift holds Onika on the ropes for a moment, just long enough for the Dread Pirate Molly to press into her Jugg to Jugg and begin grinding. The Superfan then realizes she’s not heard the order for a rope break and turns her head to see Merle hanging on to the ropes to her left as the ship completes the turn.
Now that the ship and the ring are stable again, Merle does order Molly off the ropes. Cassava’s upset as she’s been trapped longer than the normal five count would allow. Molly says to the zebra, “Ye Shouldn’t be giving orders to a Capt’n on her own ship.”
The Buccaneer obeys, sort of, grabbing Cassava by the shoulder and wrist she drops her hips and sends Kylie’s Number One Fan racing across the ring. The gold bikini top is not as snug as her normal ring gear, so the Booty Queen’s boobs bounce more than normal as she runs. Molly dances a jig to the center of the squared circle as she watches Onika bounce off the cables and comes straight back at the pale pirate. Molly lowers her shoulder and slams into Cassava hard.
SMMMACK!
Both the blonde and brunette stand firm, Cassava’s holding her ground and Molly’s a bit surprised. O’Cannon asking, “Ye be wanting to give that another go?”
Cassava nods and both women turn in opposite directions and hit the cables and come full steam ahead at each other.
SMMMMAAACK!
Both rock, but neither goes down. This time without a word then turn and races back to the same sets of ropes. Rebounding at the same time, heading towards the collision at center ring. Just before though both women jump and spin in the air leading with booty instead of a shoulder.
WWWHHHHAAAAP!
This could be called when worlds collide because both Molly and Cassava’s backsides ripple and each wrestler is knocked to her hands and knees from the galactic level impact. As the booty buccaneer and booty queen rise, there is again no clear winner. As if unable to back down from this test Cassava turns for another run, but while it looks like Molly will do the same at the last second, she turns grabbing two handfuls of blonde hair and yanks the Milk Chocolate Mauler down to the canvas.
Merle gives the warning about pulling the hair, and Cassava looks shocked that Molly would be willing to give up the contest without finding out who would prevail.
Molly shrugs, “Pirate”
As if that was all the explanation needed, Molly then stomps her boot down on Onika’s chest just above the swell of her breast. Molly stomps that hill twice more before grinding down, fists on her hips the Buccaneer leans down to make sure she has the grimacing Cassava’s full attention.
“Better get your sea legs fast, lass. With what I saw with Lakeisha, I thought I’d be blown overboard if we went broadside to broadside.” O’Cannon gives herself a cheeky slap. Trying in vain to pry the boot off her tit Cassava hisses a rebuttal,” You would be if your first mate wasn’t moving the ship out from underheAAi!!”
Molly scrapes her boot off Onika’s boobs just to kick her between the eyes, as The Superfan covers her face the brunette pulls her up by her multi-coloured locks into a seat, taking her own behind Onika. Molly cinches in a chewing bodyscissors that makes Cassava bite back a squawk, flexing her pale gams to work over the Iowan’s middle. Placing her hands on the deck for leverage, Molly raises her rump to really pour on the pressure. Cassava lets a small moan escape as she pries and pushes at the pirate’s gams to make some wiggle room. Laughing a piratey “Harharhar!’ O’Cannon ruffles the dyed blonde’s hair with one hand. A disgruntled Onika won’t have that, and starts wildly throwing back elbows but can’t seem to connect. Molly takes advantage of the flurry stealing one arm and then the other in a full nelson.
Shredding her legs into relief while twisting Cassava's upper body side to side, Molly was trying to tear The BMD champ in two by the waist. The seawolf cranks up on the full nelson thrusting out Cassava’s gurls while pressing her cannonballs into the fangirl’s back.
“Well aren’t you a treasure trove?” Molly repeatedly arches Onika’s back making her jiggle her bounty to O’Cannon’s crew of drunken FAWNatics, making sure the Iowan can feel Molly’s larger breasts sliding across the sweaty skin of her shoulder blades. “You’ll make a fine swabbie, by the time your back on land you’ll have the most highly trained tongue east of Galapagos!”
Cassava growled feeling her top becoming askew, making her sport a pie on the windowsill. “I already do, Cap’n Crunch. Not that you’ll ever find out!”
Molly grinned and gave her legs a powerful flex before doing another set of side to side wrenches, Cassava’s bikini top just barely covering her right tit by the devil’s luck. O’Cannon leans back till Onika’s bubble butt is on display for the camera and whips back to jar the gold wearing glutes on the hardwood with a keister bounce the brunette rebranded as the poop deck. Cassava certainly didn’t enjoy the experience and lets out a yelp, but Molly’s not satisfied with that reaction so she does it again, and again, and again but Cassava’s still composed.
“Too much natural padding for this move to work, Bluebeard,” Cassava gritted out, she would have turned her head for a smug look but Molly kept her chin in her cleavage. Molly’s eager to rise to the challenge, “The gauntlet has been thrown down!’ Molly throws themselves back to keister bounce The Superfan through the deck all the way to the orlop, just as Cassava intended. Kicking off the ring floor as O’Cannon rears back they push themselves past the tipping point so their ankles are over their heads in a double matchbook with the pirate’s shoulders on the canvas. Merle drops for the count hitting a 2.5 before Molly forcibly ejects her passenger sending rolling off in separate directions.
O’Cannon with her more experienced sealegs gets up first and sprints forward to take Cassava down with a Lou Thez Press, she leaps into the air like a house cat on a mouse and gets gutted by a back kick. Feeling the vibrations in the canvas through her bare feet Cassava threw a foot behind and hit paydirt. Molly gags and bends over holding her belly. Onika uses the privateer as a pommel horse and backrolls off Molly into a waistlock and plants her with a textbook German Suplex into a pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Molly escapes with a second to spare!
The Buccaneer falls onto her and immediately tries to rise but collapses under an elbow drop to the neck. Cassava hops over to straddle Molly’s back facing her feet, “I’m sure you’ve heard this a hundred times before,” Cassava places her right foot between the Caucasian woman’s legs and folds the pirate’s right stem into the knee of her left. “But get ready to swab the deck!” Pulling Molly’s left foot up Cassava traps it behind her right locking in a classic...
INDIAN DEATHLOCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTIgMTVCKTw
The Milk Chocolate Mauler pulls a scrambling O’Cannon’s torso off the floor by her top a moment before falling back first beside her, wrenching Molly’s knees and slapping her cannonballs against the canvas. The pirate spits out a nautical curse, “Bilgerat!”
Still lying beside her Onika smacks O’Cannon’s rump in a chiding manner, “Rude.” Onika gets back up and does a full vaudeville performance. Falling over and over making full use of her “natural padding” to mitigate any bump pain. Molly however suffered much worse, the deathlock was torture on her knees and her chest felt like it was down three cup sizes. Cassava calls out to the cheering crew “Let's switch things up!” This time she falls directly onto Molly, back to back. The pale-skinned lets out a sound that's a cross between a groan and a yip. Cassava loops her arms through O’Cannon’s elbows and pulls them back, linking her hands in an S grip adding a double armbar to the mix.
The Pirate Queen’s big breast mushrooms out to her sides as Molly is held face down with Cassava’s weight on top of her. Merle kneels in front of Molly asking if she wants to submit, but the Busty Buccaneer refuses. Rocking her body Molly is able to roll Onika off, both women end up on their sides and scramble to regain a vertical position first.
Cassava wins this race and grabs Molly’s right wrist before the Pirate is fully upright. The BMD Champ puts her other hand on O’Cannon’s back and whips her into the most convenient set of turnbuckles. As the Captain turns taking the pads to her spine and her chest arches out in pain the Booty Queen is running toward her, she leaps and swings her booty around slamming A to T with the brunette.
The impact drops Molly to her backside with legs extended in a ‘V’ as she leans back against the turnbuckles. Cassava sets up for her patented stinkface but passes. Instead, she takes hold of the top ropes while jumping and pulling her knees up. The Milk Chocolate Mauler swings back down driving both knees into Molly’s cannonballs and knocking the wind out of her sails.
Cassava steps out of the corner and looks down on the brunette smirking, “Just call me the British Navy, and we know what they did to pirates.”
Molly with her hands on her breast doesn’t answer, just staring forward transfixed.... and Cassava finally notices her top askew and pulls it back into its proper position. The Booty Queen bends down taking hold of the Pirate’s boots and drags her out from the corner out of the reach of the ropes. Cassava drops to her knees and falls across Molly’s huge bosom and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
The Captain kicks out and shoves Cassava aside as she rolls to her side. Onika looks over at Merle asking, but the seasick referee holds up two fingers standing by his call.
“Come on Capt’n Crunch, back on your peg legs.” Cassava smirks as she uses Molly’s linen top to pull her up, the sweat-soaked top is nearly see-through now. The drunken crowd turns on Cassava booing the Superfan as she pulls the Privateer to her boots and sends the brunette off towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Boobs bouncing as she runs, she turns, hitting the ropes with her back reversing direction and heading back at the Milk Chocolate Mauler, who’s ready to throw up a hard stop sign.
Cassava leaps sticking her booty out to slam into Molly’s cannonballs, but she feels no impact. She lands and feels Molly’s arms circle her waist, the Buccaneer slams on the breaks stopping before hitting Cassava’s big ass. Now she bearhugs the blonde from behind, lifting the Landlover and dropping to one knee bringing Cassava down on her posted leg. The Atomic Drop Molly calls Shiver Me Timbers.
SHIVER ME TIMBERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaPSvUVVCyE
Cassava’s big booty usually protects her, but the Atomic drop splits her buns and the impact shoots up her spine and catches her womanhood. Slowly Kylie’s Number One Fan slides off the Pirates thigh and to the canvas. Molly grins, “AAHHRR, that will sink yer ship.”
The BMD champ starts pushing up to her knees, one hand between her thighs tending to the fires down below. Molly a bit taken back by Cassava rising, reaches down grabbing the wrist of the hand tending to her womanhood and whips the sweat-soaked Booty Queen into the turnbuckles. Cassava turns and collides with the pads, sending a new wave of pain up her spine and her juggs rolling on her chest.
The Pirate doesn’t wait to follow, charging steps behind Cassava. When the blonde hits the pads, the brunette leaps swinging her backside around and crushes Onika’s F-Cups. The air can be heard leaving Cassava’s body as she drops down on her ass, legs extended out in a ‘V’, her left breast was knocked completely out of the gold bikini top. The Booty Queen wonders if that’s what her corner hip attack feels like, she knows hers is better, but damn did Molly’s Broadside hurt.
BROADSIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fxSipIgNDk
Cassava’s pained random thought is interrupted as she realizes that Molly is coming around for a second run at the Booty Queen. The recognition of the danger comes too late, Molly swings her ass around again, this time blasting the seated Iowan in the face with a Second Broadside.
SEATED BROADSIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WgfMDqONYE
Cassava’s head snaps back and her body goes limp, it’s not often that the BMD Champ has been on the receiving end of such a booty attack. Molly slaps her rump, “Pirates always have BOOTY!”
Molly steps between Cassava’s extended legs lifting her bare feet and tucks them under her arms as O’Cannon drags the Milk Chocolate Mauler out to the center of the ring cavewoman style. Dropping the thick legs Molly turns drops to her knees and falls across the Iowan’s F-Cups and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!”
Cassava’s entire body jerks as she kicks out, pulling her shoulders off the canvas. Molly grins, “This booty will be hard-won.” Driving a forearm into her back to keep Cassava pinned down. The Captain raises the stowaway’s feet by the ankles as she presses her black boot on the backs of Cassava’s thighs. Molly wraps Onika’s feet around her knees before bending over and jostling the challenger’s buns with a kneading grip. “Give your hands lass,” she punctuates the order with a squeeze, “or I’ll christen your hull with 40 whacks.”
Onika ignores the obviously-from-New York Caribbean criminal and tries to army crawl to a rope break, making little to no progress. “No chance, you Medieval Times offshoot. And stop pawing the goods, they aren’t for-ha-haha. Stop that!”
Rather than slap and scratch at The Superfan’s sides, The Buccaneer takes her digits to Onika’s soles and tickles them tauntingly. “Let’s those hips dance a jig!” With a gleeful smile, O’Cannon’s fingers become a blur. Dancing up and down and all-around a laughing-against-her-will Cassava’s feet, eyes trained on The BMD’s wiggling buns, “Like watching the sirens sing to sailors.”
Feeling tears at the corner of her eyes, a red-faced Cassava had enough of this! She reaches back with both hands clawing at the air to get Molly’s stroking fingers, Molly snatches them out of the air and yanks on ‘em! The drunken attendees of the good ship Buccaneer’s Booty get treated to another session of Cassava’s melons pushed towards them and the camera’s recording to the audience in Orlando. Working the young lioness like a perverted rocking horse, Molly pulls Cassava up and down by her taut arms while leaving boot imprints in her thick thighs. O’Cannon orders the crowd, “Get your camera’s ready lads and lasses!” And throws herself back first onto the ring floor, hoisting a trapped Cassava in the air completing the Surfboard stretch.
LOCKED IN IRONS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=00eao4dEB-o
“EEergh!! Put me down!” The Superfan struggled in the painful hold, briefly wondering if this what being lightly drawn and quartered was like. A shameful blush crept on her face hearing cameras focus and flash on her spread legs. Merle steps around to Cassava’s face to check on her, “How you doing, Cassava? Want to call it?”
“Nnnot a chance!” The BMD champion growls out a rejection through the pain, still trying to wiggle her arms loose from Molly’s grasp. Her machinations achieved nothing other than causing Onika’s hills to jiggle and roll in a distracting manner. Merle shakes out of an accidental drooling gaze, hoping the new redhead with a penchant for jugg smothers in his life.
Feeling the growing burn in her arms outpacing the fade of Onika’s will, O’Cannon calls it quits and lets go of The Superfan’s arms and launches Cassava forward into a face-first splat!
The Captain rises to her feet and walks over Cassava while widely swing her right arm in a circle to rile up the fans, some of which loudly predicting the “Yardarm!”
O’Cannon pulls Cassava up by the elbow and steps back for an Irish Whip, but Cassava sets her feet to stall and reverses, Molly reverses the reversal and goes for a short-arm clothesline. The Online Sensation ducks the limb while jamming an elbow into Molly’s kidney. The Privateer is staggered and grabs at her side making her an easy target for a barrage of forearm shots to the back and neck. A double overhand chop to her sweaty back Makes Molly hiss and grit teeth while Cassava runs to a near set of ropes for a rebound bicycle kick. Cass gets that knee up high for the move but has to put it down after O’Cannon impales her with a back kick that nearly makes the Superfan seasick. Molly steps beside the bent over and gagging Cassava and threads the Iowan’s arm through her legs in a pumphandle position, pausing a moment to let it sink in before hoisting Cassava stomach first onto her shoulder before driving the landlubber back first on the canvas.
BILGE PUMP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kJwypve9YY
Molly remains atop the wreckage of the dyed blonde, crawling back a bit to stuff her cannonballs into Cassava’s face during the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Cassava kicks out!
“Yer makin’ me work for it; I like that!” Molly pushes off Cassava’s tits to stand, putting a boot to Cassava’s head before heading to the nearest corner. As she ascends to the top buckle, she sees the Kylie-stan beginning to stir and roll onto her front, Lucky for Molly, she picked the south corner to climb; meaning the post is one of the two masts of the ship, with easy access to the rigging. With a delighted grin, the privateer wraps her hands around the wood pillar and climbs a few feet higher.
Molly gets her hands on a dangling hemp rope just as Cassava gets to her feet her back to the captain of the ship. Catching the subtle rise of the crowd’s tone Cassava’s relatively short ring experience and decades of wrestling fandom tell her Molly is on the top the ropes planning some sort of dropkick… Cassava combat rolls three feet forward and springs to her feet in a ready-crouch facing Molly’s corner, which is empty.
“Huh?”
“Boooom abooout!”
Cassava whips around to O’Cannon swinging on a rope in a wide arc with her black boots on a collision course with The Superfan’s boobs, O’Cannon’s about to end this match on a highlight- Cassava Matrix’s out of the way! With a timely backbend Cassava dodge’s Molly’s Errol Flynn moment letting the pale-skinned brunette soar past above her. Fans at ringside immediately start freaking out thinking the captain will swing onto the audience, a fret shared by Molly as well.
Good thing Molly has the Devil’s favour, her heels catch the top rope before she falls into the audience. Now swaying back and forth on the rubber-coated steel Molly’s arms windmill desperate to gain her balance, the drunken crew letting loose a growing “oooOOOHHH-” as the anticipation builds. O’Cannon pushes off the cable with her feet to springboard back into the ring with a minor stumble, once she finds her sea legs again Molly throws her fists up with a mighty cheer echoed by the FAWNatics on the boat and in the arena. Delighted by her show of acrobatics Molly turns about to face Cassava.
CRACK!
And is immediately felled by a heel to the face! Onika rebounded off the ropes to nail The Captain with a Koppu Kick.
KOPPU KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4-jX3op5Fs
“This battle ain’t over yet seadog!” Cassava still maintained her enjoyment of this rare matchup in rarer circumstances despite being on the losing end for the last few minutes.
The Milk Chocolate Mauler pulls the pirate back up on to her boots and points her at the far turnbuckles, whipping Molly towards the rocks Cassava waits a moment before following. The buccaneer’s boobs bounce wildly as she runs across the ring and turns slamming into the pads with her back. Molly’s eyes go wide as she sees Onika baring down on her and then leap sending her wide hips into O’Cannon’s globes with another corner hip attack.
Cassava bounces a few feet back out into the ring, turning seeing Molly wincing, but still standing. The Booty Queen moves back in grabbing O’Cannon by the wrist and shoulder pulling her out of the corner to send her towards the opposite pads. However, the Captain has other plans and after a reversal of the whip, it’s the gold bikini-clad girl racing towards the turnbuckles.
Cassava turns taking the pads to her back, and her eyes fly wide open as she sees Molly rushing at her and leaping the Booty Buccaneer swings her backside around hitting Onika with a broadside shot of her own. The Number One Kylie Fan is crushed in the corner, her juggs nearly knocked free of the golden bikini top as she sags in the corner. O’Cannon gives her backside a playful slap, “Arrrh! That’s how ye be doing the broadside”
Molly seems to think the Booty Queen needs another demonstration, and taking wrist and shoulder pulls Cassava from the corner to whip her back to the starting point. The Milk Chocolate Mauler hangs on and sends the brunette into the corner, the Captain turns and cries out as Cassava wants to show her booty is the prime booty on Land or Sea! The Iowan’s buttocks crush Molly’s massive breasts and knock a lot of the wind out of the Pirate’s sails.
This time Molly nearly collapses, but her arms wrapped around the top rope keeps her on her feet. Cassava pumps her fist and turns back, determined to finish Molly off with another breast crushing hip attack and pulls her out of the corner. The ship's Captain manages again to reverse the whip and a little wobbly follows behind. Cassava hits the turnbuckles hard and barely has time to brace for the impact to her F-Cups as Molly thick booty plows into the juggs again. Cassava’s head lolls as she hangs in the corner, each breath now seeming to cause pain to the youngster.
Molly holds a hand to her chest, the impact of Cassava’s hip attacks causing her discomfort as well. The Pirate reaches out like she plans to whip Onika back across the ring, but decides that she’s had enough of this game and instead sends a chop into the dyed blonde’s cleavage sending a spray of sweat into the air as the crowd cheer their Captain on.
“My crew is used to some ocean spray!” O’Cannon cackled madly, doing her best approximation of a Bloodwind chop massacre sending a yelping Onika’s chest flying in all directions. A series of small explosions of sweat go off from the challenger’s chest each with a CRACK that echoes over the open sea. Molly brings her chopping hand to her mouth and takes a long lick of Cassava perspiration and whips it back for a side chop that threatens to send The BMD’s tits into the third row.
WHIFF!
Still some fight in her veins Cassava ducks and rolls under the scythe letting Molly crash chest first into the corner. Cassava pops just behind the Privateer and reaches back to hook her palms under Molly’s armpits. The dyed blonde raises O’Cannon in the air and steps away from the buckles. Cassava yells because of the effort to hold O’Cannon up and to hype the crowd, “Let’s hope your crew is used to repairing holes in the deck!” before slamming the Caucasian with a THUD that ripples the ring with her Crucifix Powerbomb patented as BAMF.
Bad Ass Mother Fucker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjJDOmscyZo
Molly bounces once before flopping spread eagle on the head lolling, the softer curves of her body still jiggling a few moments after impact. Cassava jumps off her knees with the grace of a feline and bounds over the nautical ne’er do well’s body to stand by Molly’s middle while facing away from her. The BMD places her hands on her knees and pops dat ass one, two, three, four, five times (counted by a hooting audience) and blasts off into a standing moonsault that makes Molly’s limbs jackknife off the canvas before dropping back.
CHEEKYSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3G52fymLDQ
Merle goes to one knee for a pin but Onika pushes off Molly immediately to her full height eyes wide. She points to the northern mast and the inebriated crowd becomes ecstatic! Cassava runs over to the pillar, climbs the buckles and further up on the pillar till she can get her hands on the rigging. Making sure her hands are steady around the rope Cassava plants her feet against the mast and kicks off to swing on the rope into the ring like Jane of the Jungle! Cassava’s planning to break Molly’s undefeated strike with a record-setting senton!
“Gomu Gomu No Splash!”
Still lying flat on the canvas Molly bellows as Onika takes to the air, “Smee! Hard to starboard!”
“Aye! Aye!” Ms. Smee pulls rapidly on the ship’s steering gear, altering the ship’s position and the sway of Onika’s movement. Instead of dropping on Molly’s chest from a story up for the win, The Asstacular One drops crotch first on the thinly rubber-coated steel cables.
The “OOOOOHHH” of sympathy from the ship’s audience is loud, heartfelt, and echoed many times over at the FAWN arena where the match is being live-streamed. Cassava herself hasn’t uttered a word; shock still aside from trembling with her mouth agape and tears at the corner of her eyes. Both of her hands grasp the top rope she’s astride tighter than she’s held anything in her life.
The rocking of the ship sends Merle to the ropes hanging on for dear life. This means he’s not there to keep Molly from entering the corner and reaching up grabbing Cassava’s top, or the strip of material between her breasts and yank. The bikini snaps and comes away in the Captain’s hand. Molly tosses the gold top to the side before turning back to the still stricken Onika, “Ye be lookin’ a bit green around the gills girlie.”
Kylie’s number one fan finds herself in maybe the worst position of her FAWN career, frozen by pain and at the mercy of the Dread Pirate. Molly unleashes a jugg mugging that is meant to sink Cassava’s chances of winning on Molly’s ship. The smacking of flesh rings out across the decks of the Buccaneer’s Booty and Molly has the dark-skinned girl’s juggs dancing a jig as she slaps, punches, squeezes and twists for a long time as Cassava can only whimper. The Booty Queen tries to roll herself off the perch, but Molly holds her in place and continues her conquest of Cassava’s bounty.
Finally, Merle regains some of his composure and manages to walk along the ropes closer to the action and order Molly out of the corner. The pirate smiles, “Aye-aye governor.”
The Scourge of the high seas reaches out grabbing both of Cassava’s breasts and yanks her off the top rope flipping her over to the canvas with a tit-mare. Cassava lands flat on her back with knees bent, her bare tits rolling around her chest as her eyelids flutter. Molly moves to the landlover’s feet and turns her a quarter turn around before Molly now climbs the turnbuckles with the ease of a woman used to working in the riggings of the ship.
Cassava has sweat rolling off her body as her chest rises and falls, but her arms are helplessly splayed to her sides and her eyes have closed. Which might be well enough as Molly leaps into the void as if diving into the ocean. The trip doesn’t take long before Molly crashes down across Cassava with her 16-pound Gun Splash. The BMD champ’s head and legs kick up off the canvas but fall back down as Cassava shutters under Molly’s body.
The battle has been epic, and the crowd on the boat and in the FAWN arena are cheering wildly as Molly rocks up to her knees untying the knot between her breasts and peeling the sweat-soaked linen top off, then swinging a leg across the battered Iowan. Cassava may not be able to hear Molly, but the Captain says, “Time to be addin’ yer booty ta me Treasure Chest.”
Molly takes Cassava’s slack arms pulling them above her head and pinning them to the canvas as the Pirate lowers her big breast down engulfing the Booty Queen’s features in pillowy juggs. Trapped in sweaty darkness the last of Cassava’s consciousness leaves her and she enters jugg shock under Molly’s boobs.
Merle drops to the mat and crawls over on all fours to keep from swaying, he asks Molly, “Pin or KO?”
Molly rocks her shoulders swabbing Cassava’s slumbering features as she replies, “Ye be kind for asking, the landlover be motorboating me Jolly Rogers, so ye can check her arm.”
Merle takes Cassava’s left wrist from Molly and raises it and releases…
THUMP!
A second time has the same result…
THUMP!
Merle lifts for the third and does Cassava the chance by shaking her arm a bit letting her know this will be the last time…
THUMP!
The crowd on the boat roar as Molly remains undefeated on the Buccaneer’s Booty, back at the FAWN arena the ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER...BY KNOCKOUT...THE DREAD PIRATE...MOLLY O’CANNON!”
Both on the ship and in the arena a bell rings, Molly holds her position a bit longer before rising off Onika’s face, but she remains seated on the slumbering woman’s stomach. Molly slides back a bit and then drops her big tits down hard on Cassava’s impressive set several times, grinding the Iowan’s juggs between each blast.
Cassava’s torment isn’t over though as Molly dismounts and walks over gathering the blonde’s top before returning and confiscating Onika’s bottoms as well. The now naked Booty Queen groans coming back to the world, as Molly yells, “Ms. SMEE!”
The blonde comes running and stops at the ring apron, Molly tosses the outfit to her first mate ordering, “Run those up with the colours.”
Smee nods, “Aye-aye Captain!”
As the sexy blonde heads to fulfill the Captain’s orders, Molly turns back to her captured Prized Booty, taunting, “We be headin’ back to port, but first…”
Molly pauses and turns yelling, “Press Gang!”
Four sexy women dressed as pirates rush forward, standing at ringside all four salute and Molly says, “Our guest here will be making the trip back to port with us. Please strap her to the helm.”
All four in unison snap back, “Aye-aye Captain!”
Then they grab Cassava pulling her out of the ring and carry her up to the aft castle. The crowd cheer as Molly follows them through the crowd and takes several offered drinks downing them as she makes her way to the helm. Onika starts to struggle, but four on one she has no chance. The crew use leather straps to lash Cassava to the wheel, while Molly strolls up and pulling up a spyglass looks at the far off shore. O’Cannon nods, “Bout an hour to port, good. I will take the helm.”
Smee returns to the bridge pointing up to the top of the ship where Molly’s Pirate’s flag still flies, with a gold bikini right under it. Smee smiles, “Done Captain.”
Molly smiles, “Well done Smee. Time to head in and refill our Grog casks.”
Smee grins, “We will be needin’ to change course then Captain.”
O’Cannon nods, “I have it, Smee.”
Taking Cassava by the breast Molly pulls spinning the trapped blonde around as she changes the course of the ship. When she’s done Cassava is upside down and Molly holds her by the womanhood to hold the rudder. The Booty Queen groans and squirms, but says nothing as her breast hang down in front of her face.
After reaching their new course Molly spins the helm again and brings her prisoner back upright. Cassava looks angry, but she thinks better of saying anything in her current predicament.
The ring is broken down and now the ‘crew’ begin to celebrate the Captain’s win as they sail back to harbour.