Post by boobytrap on Oct 7, 2020 16:45:20 GMT
“NNOO MOOREE!! I GIIVVVE UUUUPPP!!”
FAWN Commissioner Bethany Christian taps her mouse so hard it almost breaks closing the tab. For weeks now she’s been bombarded with clips of her rookie year matches with recently appointed Commissioner of Daytona Beach Fighting, Glenn close. This one was autotuned. Many of them had edited by fans with slo-mo, zoom-ins, sound effects and some cheeky bitches have been reenacting the finishes with added endings of Bethany and Glenn making out.
BETHANY CHRISTAIN
GLENN CLOSE
Bethany grumbled as more videos of her younger self being jugged out appear in her feed. For MONTHS she’s been getting these, ever since the beach event they’ve been trickling out, and each old match goes viral! Once she was in a powerful enough position she made sure those early embarrassments were buried DEEP, Bethany had to maintain an image of unsurmountable authority otherwise FAWN would be a chaotic mess. Someone dug them up and made sure the beach circuit had the ownership rights to keep them in circulation, someone with a high level of knowledge of the business side of professional wrestling, someone with a large network of influential wrestling fans, someone with a grudge against her, someone dumb enough to attempt to embarrass her.…
Christian leans back in her expensive leather chair and tents her fingers, breathing out, “... and savvy enough of social media to make sure it doesn’t die out.” She closes a clip of her rookie self being slaughtered in a mudfight to an employee file she’s been checking more and more often lately.
CASSAVA ONIKA
Bethany taps one finger on her handmade Italian desk, her mind buzzing with every inconvenience she’s had to deal with since hiring this bottom-heavy Sanders Stalker. The Buns of Mass Destruction belt Cassava’s been defending on dark matches, contract negotiations tilting in the talent’s favor with the release of vital information, press articles of Bethany purposefully creating a “toxic’ work environment. Christian was too valuable to the product to ever get of her, she knew that and the board knew that. But this sustained chipping away at her credibility had people whispering.
The powerful brunette muses to herself, “It has to be Onika. The timing of each new stumbling block appearing with every move I make. I give Trixie an overloaded schedule across the country, and John Oliver’s crawling up my perfectly toned ass about ‘abuses of power'.”
Of course, Bethany had no way to PROVE it was The BMD Champ. Cassava never claims credit for any pitfalls she’s suffered, but… whenever such incidents occurred Bethany noticed Cassava uploaded a video of herself twerking her heart out at a professional level. Somehow, Bethany KNEW she shaking dat ass as a taunt to the person who built a company around torturing her heroes.
She pulls up the file of Cassava's new talk show and watches The Online Sensation trip over herself in face of of her guest beauty. Possibilities begin to form in the HBIC's head.
Two Hours Later
ALOISIA BERGE
The tall Polynesian-by-way-of-Germany academic pokes her head into Bethany’s office. “I was told you wanted to see me. Any luck on finding out who helped Kate escape after jumping Trixie?” Aloisia’s voice is tinged with hope and anger.
Bethany broke into a disturbingly genuine smile, “Yes. Thank you for showing up on time. Not yet, the driver was wearing an old Missy Daniels mask but we’ll find her. This meeting is about you. I have an opportunity for you to display your… skills more on FAWN’s bigger stages” Bethany’s gaze roamed over Berge’s statuesque form during a telltale pause.
Aloisia doesn’t like that look. It usually ends with her getting played dirty at the claws of the likes of the Dennehys or Trisha Belle. Still, she was FAWN talent and she refused to back down. Aloisia strides into the room. “Yes, Ms. Christian. And what would you need my…” Aloisia looks down at her cartoonishly large cleavage, “... skills for.”
FAWN’s Commissioner clicked her mouse and turned her monitor to face Aloisia showing an image of Cassava geeking out over a vintage Kylie Sanders doll. “You’re familiar with Cassava Onika yes?” Not waiting for an answer she continues, “I want you to have a series of matches with her. I think you two had palpable chemistry on that little talk show she started and the fans would love to see you two mix it up.”
“Oh!” Aloisia almost seems relieved. “Cassava’s… nice. She seems a little easily distracted by…” The Ph.D. tried to find a nice way of putting it, but having rewatched the clip it was hard to be unaware, “well, my body. What matches will these be?”
Bethany leans on her desk tenting her fingers, "We're still collecting data on what types and how many matches there'll be, but each match will vary heavily from the one before it. Got to keep the fans interested." She reps out from behind her desk and sits on, Crossing her long legs in front of the still standing Berge. "There's a constant I want in these matches though, I want you to fight each other with all you have. No cutesy hugs and filtering like I get when Trixie faces anyone she likes or whenever Kanako faces that fat assed YouTuber herself. I expect a buzzsaw and she turns her into a teddy bear!"
Aloisia nods. “As much as I appreciate both of them, I understand. Turn any politeness off once I step between the ropes, assuming this will have ropes, of course. I can do this. When will this start? The November card? Digital stand-alone matches? I’d like to start preparing for her as soon as possible.”
Christian recesses her legs and deflects the question the tiniest bit, "we'll aim for the November card as long as the PPV is not too stacked. The series can pop up at any time. House shows, IPPVs, some free online matches. Cassava has to feel that any point her day's gonna get ruined… and you as well.".
Aloisia, for once, feels refreshed by this honesty. “Then it shouldn’t be on a pay-per-view. It should be stand-alone. Make it something it’s hard for both of us to prepare for. Maybe the matches don’t even take place in the arena. Vary it on us, put us in places we’re not used to being, where we can be distracted easily.” Aloisia rubs her chin. “Of course, making sure I’m barely dressed wouldn’t hurt my chances.”
Bethany's eyes widen in surprise and glee. She was worried she'd have to deal with that annoying Babyface fairness that slowed all her fun to a snail's pace. Aloisia at least had a competitor’s hunger. "I'll make sure to factor that into my choices. Actually…" Bethany reaches into a stack of papers, pulls one out and hands it to Aloisia "As a show of good faith I'll let you pick the first from this list."
Aloisia scanned the list and pointed. “This will be my one gift to Cassava. The food one. It’ll play for Thanksgiving. I personally hate messy matches and it seems like something she would enjoy. That will be my one kindness to her in these fights.” She looks back up to Bethany. “But, again, require me to be progressively more naked. It seems… Cassava has an issue with that.”
Bethany bites her lower lip to not let out an immature squeal. This is going so much better than she hoped. She speaks slowly, keeping the mask of a faux-neutral boss “We are amenable to that. Let’s see, if we keep to the theme….” Christain ponders this for a moment and snaps her fingers. Berge can see the lightbulb turn over her head. There was an electrician the next office over, “I got it! Aprons. You’ll wear them over your gear for the match, assuming you have anything under it.” Bethany snickered.
Aloisia smiles. “Fine. Done. Whatever. But I want you to know this newly amenable attitude of mine isn’t free,” Aloisia starts. “I’ll play as rough and gropey as you want on one condition - I want the book thrown at Kate and whoever her driver was. They hurt a friend, and it was cowardly. I know you’re angry about it, too, but I want their lives in FAWN to be a living hell.” She arches an eyebrow. “Make de Cyr sad and I’ll go as low as you need me to on Cassava. But if I think you’re not trying you can expect these matches to turn into limp wrist slapping and girlish squealing.”
Bethany looks a bit insulted. She leans in and speaks slowly, “I’m not some old man who expects slap fights in bra and panties will sell tickets. I want you to use every strange and tortuous move in that brilliant head of yours and make Cassava squeal. One or another.” Her eyebrow twitches the slightest bit, remembering several conversations with HR and adds, “For the goal of having the best show possible.”
Aloisia crosses her arms. “As I said, you’ll get me more violent and invasive than I’ve ever been… but I need assurance Kate, her driver, and de Cyr are getting some sort of punishment for what they pulled. I know it will take some time, but we both know what happened at FAWNmania crossed several lines. You assure me that, and I will set out to make a series of matches with Cassava that would make the old guard of FAWN blush.”
Bethany places a hand on heart mockingly but the intensity in her eyes lets Aloisia know she’s telling the truth, “I’m going to find out who tried to injure one of my talents. And I will make them pay. With every possible avenue, my quite considerable means allow me to do. And when I've made a suitable example of them, I’ll fire them. On my honor as FAWN Commissioner and a wrestler. Just make sure you hold up your end of the bargain and take the Kylie cultist to the brink of breaking. The brink, not over.”
Aloisia nods. “Just this time, I’ll go full FAWN. I’ll leave her so frustrated she’ll rub on anything and everything to get some sort of release. I don’t know exactly why you hate her… and I don’t care.” Aloisia turns to leave. “But if this buys some actual justice, I’ll make Cassava the example you want.”
Bethany claps her hands together, “Excellent!” she takes Aloisia in a firm handshake before walking back to her seat. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement. I like this new attitude I’m seeing, if your follow-through is as good as the advertising that’ll open up some doors for you. The title scene is in constant need of refreshment. Word of advice? I’d work on your grip strength, I found strong spanking and gripping hands are a good antidote to lower-body centric gals.”
Aloisia forces a smile. She knows this is what needs to be done but she feels like she’s making a deal with the devil, one she’s fought to not make until now. “Can do, Bethany,” she replies. “As long as my friend gets justice, I’ll do what I can to drop Cassava’s belt at your feet… with or without her fingers still attached.” Aloisia turned and left the room, unsure how to feel about the excitement welling up inside her.
FAWN Commissioner Bethany Christian taps her mouse so hard it almost breaks closing the tab. For weeks now she’s been bombarded with clips of her rookie year matches with recently appointed Commissioner of Daytona Beach Fighting, Glenn close. This one was autotuned. Many of them had edited by fans with slo-mo, zoom-ins, sound effects and some cheeky bitches have been reenacting the finishes with added endings of Bethany and Glenn making out.
BETHANY CHRISTAIN
GLENN CLOSE
Bethany grumbled as more videos of her younger self being jugged out appear in her feed. For MONTHS she’s been getting these, ever since the beach event they’ve been trickling out, and each old match goes viral! Once she was in a powerful enough position she made sure those early embarrassments were buried DEEP, Bethany had to maintain an image of unsurmountable authority otherwise FAWN would be a chaotic mess. Someone dug them up and made sure the beach circuit had the ownership rights to keep them in circulation, someone with a high level of knowledge of the business side of professional wrestling, someone with a large network of influential wrestling fans, someone with a grudge against her, someone dumb enough to attempt to embarrass her.…
Christian leans back in her expensive leather chair and tents her fingers, breathing out, “... and savvy enough of social media to make sure it doesn’t die out.” She closes a clip of her rookie self being slaughtered in a mudfight to an employee file she’s been checking more and more often lately.
CASSAVA ONIKA
Bethany taps one finger on her handmade Italian desk, her mind buzzing with every inconvenience she’s had to deal with since hiring this bottom-heavy Sanders Stalker. The Buns of Mass Destruction belt Cassava’s been defending on dark matches, contract negotiations tilting in the talent’s favor with the release of vital information, press articles of Bethany purposefully creating a “toxic’ work environment. Christian was too valuable to the product to ever get of her, she knew that and the board knew that. But this sustained chipping away at her credibility had people whispering.
The powerful brunette muses to herself, “It has to be Onika. The timing of each new stumbling block appearing with every move I make. I give Trixie an overloaded schedule across the country, and John Oliver’s crawling up my perfectly toned ass about ‘abuses of power'.”
Of course, Bethany had no way to PROVE it was The BMD Champ. Cassava never claims credit for any pitfalls she’s suffered, but… whenever such incidents occurred Bethany noticed Cassava uploaded a video of herself twerking her heart out at a professional level. Somehow, Bethany KNEW she shaking dat ass as a taunt to the person who built a company around torturing her heroes.
She pulls up the file of Cassava's new talk show and watches The Online Sensation trip over herself in face of of her guest beauty. Possibilities begin to form in the HBIC's head.
Two Hours Later
ALOISIA BERGE
The tall Polynesian-by-way-of-Germany academic pokes her head into Bethany’s office. “I was told you wanted to see me. Any luck on finding out who helped Kate escape after jumping Trixie?” Aloisia’s voice is tinged with hope and anger.
Bethany broke into a disturbingly genuine smile, “Yes. Thank you for showing up on time. Not yet, the driver was wearing an old Missy Daniels mask but we’ll find her. This meeting is about you. I have an opportunity for you to display your… skills more on FAWN’s bigger stages” Bethany’s gaze roamed over Berge’s statuesque form during a telltale pause.
Aloisia doesn’t like that look. It usually ends with her getting played dirty at the claws of the likes of the Dennehys or Trisha Belle. Still, she was FAWN talent and she refused to back down. Aloisia strides into the room. “Yes, Ms. Christian. And what would you need my…” Aloisia looks down at her cartoonishly large cleavage, “... skills for.”
FAWN’s Commissioner clicked her mouse and turned her monitor to face Aloisia showing an image of Cassava geeking out over a vintage Kylie Sanders doll. “You’re familiar with Cassava Onika yes?” Not waiting for an answer she continues, “I want you to have a series of matches with her. I think you two had palpable chemistry on that little talk show she started and the fans would love to see you two mix it up.”
“Oh!” Aloisia almost seems relieved. “Cassava’s… nice. She seems a little easily distracted by…” The Ph.D. tried to find a nice way of putting it, but having rewatched the clip it was hard to be unaware, “well, my body. What matches will these be?”
Bethany leans on her desk tenting her fingers, "We're still collecting data on what types and how many matches there'll be, but each match will vary heavily from the one before it. Got to keep the fans interested." She reps out from behind her desk and sits on, Crossing her long legs in front of the still standing Berge. "There's a constant I want in these matches though, I want you to fight each other with all you have. No cutesy hugs and filtering like I get when Trixie faces anyone she likes or whenever Kanako faces that fat assed YouTuber herself. I expect a buzzsaw and she turns her into a teddy bear!"
Aloisia nods. “As much as I appreciate both of them, I understand. Turn any politeness off once I step between the ropes, assuming this will have ropes, of course. I can do this. When will this start? The November card? Digital stand-alone matches? I’d like to start preparing for her as soon as possible.”
Christian recesses her legs and deflects the question the tiniest bit, "we'll aim for the November card as long as the PPV is not too stacked. The series can pop up at any time. House shows, IPPVs, some free online matches. Cassava has to feel that any point her day's gonna get ruined… and you as well.".
Aloisia, for once, feels refreshed by this honesty. “Then it shouldn’t be on a pay-per-view. It should be stand-alone. Make it something it’s hard for both of us to prepare for. Maybe the matches don’t even take place in the arena. Vary it on us, put us in places we’re not used to being, where we can be distracted easily.” Aloisia rubs her chin. “Of course, making sure I’m barely dressed wouldn’t hurt my chances.”
Bethany's eyes widen in surprise and glee. She was worried she'd have to deal with that annoying Babyface fairness that slowed all her fun to a snail's pace. Aloisia at least had a competitor’s hunger. "I'll make sure to factor that into my choices. Actually…" Bethany reaches into a stack of papers, pulls one out and hands it to Aloisia "As a show of good faith I'll let you pick the first from this list."
Aloisia scanned the list and pointed. “This will be my one gift to Cassava. The food one. It’ll play for Thanksgiving. I personally hate messy matches and it seems like something she would enjoy. That will be my one kindness to her in these fights.” She looks back up to Bethany. “But, again, require me to be progressively more naked. It seems… Cassava has an issue with that.”
Bethany bites her lower lip to not let out an immature squeal. This is going so much better than she hoped. She speaks slowly, keeping the mask of a faux-neutral boss “We are amenable to that. Let’s see, if we keep to the theme….” Christain ponders this for a moment and snaps her fingers. Berge can see the lightbulb turn over her head. There was an electrician the next office over, “I got it! Aprons. You’ll wear them over your gear for the match, assuming you have anything under it.” Bethany snickered.
Aloisia smiles. “Fine. Done. Whatever. But I want you to know this newly amenable attitude of mine isn’t free,” Aloisia starts. “I’ll play as rough and gropey as you want on one condition - I want the book thrown at Kate and whoever her driver was. They hurt a friend, and it was cowardly. I know you’re angry about it, too, but I want their lives in FAWN to be a living hell.” She arches an eyebrow. “Make de Cyr sad and I’ll go as low as you need me to on Cassava. But if I think you’re not trying you can expect these matches to turn into limp wrist slapping and girlish squealing.”
Bethany looks a bit insulted. She leans in and speaks slowly, “I’m not some old man who expects slap fights in bra and panties will sell tickets. I want you to use every strange and tortuous move in that brilliant head of yours and make Cassava squeal. One or another.” Her eyebrow twitches the slightest bit, remembering several conversations with HR and adds, “For the goal of having the best show possible.”
Aloisia crosses her arms. “As I said, you’ll get me more violent and invasive than I’ve ever been… but I need assurance Kate, her driver, and de Cyr are getting some sort of punishment for what they pulled. I know it will take some time, but we both know what happened at FAWNmania crossed several lines. You assure me that, and I will set out to make a series of matches with Cassava that would make the old guard of FAWN blush.”
Bethany places a hand on heart mockingly but the intensity in her eyes lets Aloisia know she’s telling the truth, “I’m going to find out who tried to injure one of my talents. And I will make them pay. With every possible avenue, my quite considerable means allow me to do. And when I've made a suitable example of them, I’ll fire them. On my honor as FAWN Commissioner and a wrestler. Just make sure you hold up your end of the bargain and take the Kylie cultist to the brink of breaking. The brink, not over.”
Aloisia nods. “Just this time, I’ll go full FAWN. I’ll leave her so frustrated she’ll rub on anything and everything to get some sort of release. I don’t know exactly why you hate her… and I don’t care.” Aloisia turns to leave. “But if this buys some actual justice, I’ll make Cassava the example you want.”
Bethany claps her hands together, “Excellent!” she takes Aloisia in a firm handshake before walking back to her seat. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement. I like this new attitude I’m seeing, if your follow-through is as good as the advertising that’ll open up some doors for you. The title scene is in constant need of refreshment. Word of advice? I’d work on your grip strength, I found strong spanking and gripping hands are a good antidote to lower-body centric gals.”
Aloisia forces a smile. She knows this is what needs to be done but she feels like she’s making a deal with the devil, one she’s fought to not make until now. “Can do, Bethany,” she replies. “As long as my friend gets justice, I’ll do what I can to drop Cassava’s belt at your feet… with or without her fingers still attached.” Aloisia turned and left the room, unsure how to feel about the excitement welling up inside her.