Dinner Destruction: Cassava Onika vs Aloisia Berge

The camera opens on the world-famous FAWN cafeteria. Long wooden tables with benches and a few chairs fill the large space in rows, each one covered in various trays or plates of food and drink. Upon closer inspection, each table's offerings were arranged by a theme. One table was filled with all the savoury dishes of Thanksgiving, another had sugary treats of Halloween, a couple of tables had meals typically made for Kwanzaa and Hanukkah respectively. Cassava struggled to determine whether that was inclusive or appropriative… and several other feasts filled the hall with a delicious aroma. The announcer stands at the side with a microphone to his lips, as he speaks the official subtly sneaks himself a bite of peach cobbler.



“Ladies and gentlemen, the next match will be Dinner Destruction! The winner will be decided via pinfall, knockout or submission! Your first participant…”



“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





Bare feet slapping against the linoleum, from the northern entrance walks in The Superfan. With no theme music to perform mock Karate, Cassava settles with friendly waves to the fans watching at home and the cameramen themselves. She takes in the strange battlegrounds with a toothy grin, “Man, everything looks tasty! It’s a shame we’re gonna turn it into a slobberknocker.” She sports her usual ring attire of white beater and red bra with pink booty shorts(painted on and a size too small) Cassava spots a favorite snack on a far table as she’s handed her choice of apron to wear tonight, a pink with white frill number, with the official Huggable and Kissable brand over the front pocket. It ended high on the thighs and allowed a good portion of cafe au lait cleavage to appease the audience. She flattens it against her body, licking her lips, “Mm, hope whoever I’m fighting agrees to leave a few trays untouched for post-match munchies.”



As if on cue the doors of the southern entrance open and Cassava’s opponent walks in with an air of extreme confidence. The Superfan’s jaw drops when she recognizes the woman she’s meant to tussle with, she swallows nervously, her heart beats faster and she feels her nipples harden as if on command from...



ALOISIA BERGE







Cassava shakes out her hands rapidly, trying to get her head straight and clear of visions of Aloisia’s beautiful body wrapped around hers.



“Her opponent this evening, hailing from Munster, Germany and standing at five feet, eight inches and one hundred forty pounds… she’s the hot teacher who’s here to school…” Aloisia rolls her eyes at this. “ALOISIA BERGE!”



Aloisia steps into the room in a black satin robe which she immediately drops, revealing a black lacy bra, panties, garter belt and fishnets. She comes in to meet Cassava like a combination of a model strutting the catwalk and the Terminator zoning in on its target. Her bra fights to contain her absurdly large gifts and her panties are already losing the war to cover her cheeks.



Aloisia looks to Cassava. “I know this is… not a normal match, but please understand I am here to win and, as it is apparently necessary, humiliate you. I apologize in advance. I have no ill will against you personally. You seem… sweet.” Aloisia heaves and exhales, her boobs shake distractingly as she does. “Although, truth be told, my being here is part of a bargain someone failed to keep. Nonetheless,” Aloisia holds out a hand, “have a good match, Cassava. Mayhaps we will meet under more friendly circumstances after, if you are amenable to it.”



Cassava bites the inside of her cheek to not openly drool over Aloisia’s chest and tries not to noticeably gawk at the vision of beauty in front of her (and failing). Worrying she’s spent too long staring in silence she stammers in a squeaky voice, “Wha..huh? Oh! Of course! This just the way of it. Can’t always wrestle someone you don’t like.” Cassava takes Aloisia’s hand in hers and The Superfan’s knees visibly knock at the smoothness of the destroyer’s skin and the strength in her grip. The more analytical side of the Iowan cracks through her lust the tiniest bit and forms a question. “Wait. You said bargain, so I’m guessing management. I’m guessing this somehow Bethany Christain up to her usual crap?” Cassava has either forgotten to let go of Berge’s hand or wants to hold it as long as possible.



Aloisia nods. “She was supposed to fire Kate for what she pulled on Trixie but,” Berge sighs, “well, I can’t hold that against her I suppose. She did try, Kate just managed to outsmart her. Either way.” Aloisia returns to her corner, stretching. “Let us begin. Have a good fight, Cassava. Give me hell.”



Cassava’s eyes travel up and down the length of Berge’s gam as she stretches it on the nearest table, as the Ph.D. intended. “...Ah! I will! I absolutely will! Mentally kicking herself for that damnable voice crack, the dyed blonde sneaks one last peak down Aloisia’s cleavage before retreating a few feet to her starting position by the picnic goods and starts some last-minute stretching of her own. An attendant goes to hand the big German an apron but she raises a hand and silently declines. Nowhere in the rules did it say she had to wear it and running some fight simulations in her head, would be an albatross on her skills. As it would no doubt be to Cassava.



Swallowing a bite of kreplach he sneaked, the referee motions for the bell.



DING!DING!



Cassava slaps at her face naughty thoughts later, time to focus! The BMD tentatively steps forward with hands raised, and is immediately crashed upon by a rushing wave of Berge! Aloisia nearly bowls the lightweight over as their bodies collide in an audible SMECK! Cassava’s face briefly slides between Aloisia’s juggs she forced into a rough Elbow and Collar, Cassava is roughly transitioned into a test of strength with a lot of unnecessary body on body scraping, Aloisia expertly using the fangirl’s attraction as a constant distraction. Cassava grimaces as her wrists are turned back, barely having time to think of a game plan before the teacher switches hers, breaking off the handholds to take Cassava in a powerful bearhug. Not her first time in a match Onika raises her arms for a bell ringer but falters when Aloisia gives her a Crushing squeeze. Then gives her shoulders the slightest shimmy to bat Onika’s large, jostling chest with her own, Aloisia’s eyes registering the combating sense of pain and pleasure on Cassava’s face as their nipples flick off one another.



Alosisia offers her apparent chew toy a friendly warning, “protect your neck for this next move dear,” and throws the bottom-heavy battler across the room in an overhead Suplex!



Cassava crashes down on a table of assorted typical American sides, knocking some mac and cheese onto her face.



“Oh, goodness, so clumsy of me,” Aloisia says as she bends down. She drags her tongue up the side of Cassava’s face, getting all the cheese. Cassava’s eyes widen and her face starts to blush when Aloisia hoists a leg up and drops her heel into Cassava’s midriff. The table shakes under her.



Aloisia grabs handfuls of blonde hair and rips the smaller fighter from the table, sending her clattering to the floor. Not wanting Cassava to have anything close to a break, Berge kicks her across the side of the head, spilling Cassava to the floor. “Oops, I’m just so clumsy today.”



She grabs Cassava’s ankle and lifts. “You do have such an amazing ass, love. So huge and firm.” Aloisia rears a foot back to kick. “And hard to miss.”



Even in the midst of a figurative, soon to be literal ass-kicking, Aloisia speaking kindly on her assets felt amazing, “Wh-why thank youahh!” A ‘spanking’ kick lands across her cheeks and ripples them. Aloisia whirls her leg back and peppers that pleasantly bulbous backside with a dozen wicking kickings. Alternate right and left, up and down and using her sole to ‘part the seas’ with little push kicks. All the while Cassava claws uselessly at the tile floor for purchase in a desperate bid to get away. “Ow! OW! Ow! Stop that! Stop wwoahh!”



Aloisia reels her in by the ankle into a wheelbarrow hold. Her hands in a tight S-grip under Onika’s navel Alosis slowly grinds her pelvis into the juncture of The Superfan’s thighs. Warning her again, this time with a husky bedroom voice, “You may want to keep your mouth closed for this next part.” Cassava tries to swallow back some light moans that escape her lips, Alosisa could work her hips like an expert Penthouse fighter, “OoowuhaaAA!” After a forceful hump that sends a jiggle through Cassava’s body Aloisia whips her up, turns and runs three big steps and slams the booty battler down facedown on the dessert tables with a SPLAT! Her face submerged in vanilla cake and her breasts concaving two blueberry pies, Cassava lays twitching on the dessert table. Her mind overburdened with lust and how far behind she is in this fight. With such a tempting target in front of her, she can’t resist. Aloisia flattens her hand and cracks a palm against The BMD’s left glute. She raises her eyebrows as she opens and closes her hands analyzing the sensation, “My, the hype is quite real.”



A thunderous crack fills the dining hall as Aloisia slams an open palm across Cassava’s ass. “Good acoustics in here,” Aloisia comments.



She pulls Cassava up by the hair and admires the mess covering her. “Oh, it looks like you’ve got a little something - I’ll get it for you.” Aloisia drags her tongue, slowly, through the blueberry mess on Cassava’s tits, eliciting a desirous gasp. Aloisia smacks her lips, blue lining them. “Oh, do I have something on my face now?” The German leans closer and whispers, “Can you get it for me?”



Cassava nods nervously and pushes closer to Aloisia’s lips.



Aloisia grasps Cassava by the back of the head and drives her face down into the table top. Lifting her leg at a near ninety degree angle, Aloisia drives her heel into the back of Cassava’s skull to bring the point home with a sickening thwack.



Aloisia surveys the splayed out woman and feels a small amount of guilt. Okay, maybe a bit more than “small.” But a job is a job. She takes two handfuls of blonde tresses and rips Cassava from the table, bringing the rest of the cake to the floor with her. Pivoting her hips, Aloisia discus whips Cassava across the polished floor into a wall, her side taking the impact. Aloisia races across the room, knee raised for Cassava’s head, but in a last moment of reflex, Cassava raises her own left leg to impale her.



In the heat of the moment, Aloisia forgot Cassava was a trained wrestler and not a sexy punching bag. “Gouhhh!” Cassava’s foot concaves Berge’s taut tummy, collapsing the tower of power the German’s been all night. Eyes bugging Aloisia drops into a sloppy three-point stance, wiping cake from her eyes Cassava jerks her head remembering she was in a fight and lunges for a confusingly hawt opponent. The Superfan wraps her arms around Berge as tight as she can, trapping the PhD’s to hers, Cassava knocks her noggin against Berge’s in a sawed-off headbutt before raising themselves into a crouch “Uh!” “Sorry!” The German lets a low yip and the Iowan immediately apologizes, instinctively feeling low status even as she threw the larger woman behind her to smack back first against the wall in a Smith worthy Belly to Belly,



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There’s a wet SLAP when Aloisia’s lightly perspiring back hits the wall, her training told her to protect her head and neck at all times and that she did, tucking in her chin and pulling her bowed arms around her head making the painful landing significantly less dangerous. Head still swimming from the throw Aloisia is easily scrapped off the floor into a gutwrench hold. With a minor huff, Cassava twirls Alosia onto her shoulders and breaks into a jog. Aloisia comes to her senses and rains down a couple of strong punches tp Cassava’s pate but she’s too late; fan’s watching at home hear the THUD but only the cafeteria occupants hear the ‘Squish” of Aloisia being slammed into a table of various jellos. Bits of fruit and a rainbow of gelatin spatter the referee and cameraman, Aloisia lies on the table in a messy spread eagle shifting slowly in delicious muck. Cassava breathes deep with her hands on her knees.



“Wheww,” Onika wheezes out, “That was a rougher start than usual.” Cassava raises her head and gets a glorious view down the length of Aloisia’s body with the center of the doctor’s lacy undergarments in the foreground, The BMD is tunned to stillness for a moment, lips parting. “Uhhh-huckk!” Aloisia’s long legs snap onto Cassava’s head like the jaws of a crocodile. The dyed blonde’s features morph into a humiliating fishface and redding instantly from the pressure, and from Aloisia’s closed-lipped, intense and focused expression that gave Cassava the strange urge to lick her feet. Seeing her admirer once again enthralled, Aloisia opens her mouth for another verbal feint but it’s lost in an arching yell as Cas grabs her by the firm thighs and whips her off the table, spilling multiple dishes. Cassava sweeps a the floor with Alosia’s hair as she swings her right nearly 300 degrees to smash her against the table’s legs, rattling the destroyer’s premium brain in her skull before dropping her in a heap.



Aloisia groans putting a hand to her temple, sparks going off behind closed eyes. “Ahhh… I see you’re living up to the agreement- wait!” She opened her eyes to see Onika mid-air with legs out, her famous behind poised to concave her sternum.



The plea is unheeded as Cassava’s ass meets Aloisia’s chest. Berge yelps in agony at the impact, managing to shove Cassava off and roll over onto her side. This seems to suit Cassava fine, who rises and drives a series of kicks into Aloisia’s gut and chest.



This is my fault, Aloisia tells herself. I didn’t respect that she’s still a fighter.



Aloisia rolls to her side, pushing up but guides herself straight into Cassava’s hands. The blonde pulls Aloisia into a side headlock, dragging her a few feet, before DDTing her into the spilt cake. Vanilla frosting coats Aloisia’s face and seeps into her hair. Turnabout is fair, she begrudgingly reminds herself.



Aloisia feels her arms pulled up tight behind her as Cassava chickenwings her against the floor, grinding a knee into her spine. She feels Cassava lean all her weight down, holding her tight. Aloisia realizes she’s not simply pulling free and begins to rock side to side.



Cassava jerks on the Chickenwing making Berge grimace then worms her arm under the German’s chin and traps it in the pit of her elbow. Cassavas peaks conversationally with a barely suppressed nervous twinge, “alright, what should we sample next?” Taking the knee of Aloisia back she forces her to rise to her in the the twin holds till she’s bowed over, Cassava makes her trot for in quick circle partially to confuse her, mostly to sneak quick sniff of Aloisia’s nape. Vanilla and a perfume she doesn’t recognize but loves fills Cassava’s nostrils.



Gawd she smells amazing is Cassava’s main thought as she shoves Aloisia in front of her, the doctor catching her lower abdomen on the the edge of table, Aloisia lets out a low groan but her hands out in time to stop a header into a plate potato salad, the pair unknowingly stumbled into the picnic section of the cafeteria.



Cassava grabs Aloisia’s dark brown hair and pulls her up, but the PhD flings an elbow into her chest to push her back. Berge grabs the potato salad and hurls it backwards. The Number One Fan deftly ducks the attack, watching it slam into one of the cameras instead.



Berge takes a swing at her opponent but Cassava snags and twists the arm, pushing the tall German down to her knees. Of course, now Cassava can see Aloisia’s generous rack in all its quivering glory. It’s a breathtaking sight up close.



And, unfortunately, attention taking.



Distracted, Cassava doesn’t notice the leg sweep her own, dropping the blonde to the tiled floor. Aloisia flings another elbow, this one absolutely connected between Onika’s eyes. Cassava is rocked backwards, stunned. Aloisia eyes the apron, and then the heavy, heavy wooden table weighed down with food.



Berge uses her back to lift the table slightly. She slides the apron under the leg, then lowers the table. She stands and walks a good few paces before turning and crouching.



Cassava sits up, blinking, and starts to rise but is halted by the weight on her apron. She looks down, seeing the garment pinned, then looks up to see Aloisia in full sprint, about to drive a knee into her mouth.



“Sheet!” Cassava brings up her hands in front of grill a microsecond before collision but it’s minimal protection at best, the impact of Aloisia’s knee travels through her hand knocking her flat, the back of her head hitting the tile floor scrambling her wits. Eyes scrunched and mouth open in pain Cassava cradles the back of her head, leaving her unprotected from the the knee drop that lands deep into her tummy. Cassava's face adopts an expression similar to a wide mouth bass as she heaves a breathless yell. Aloisia grabs her by the chin and makes steamy eye contact before slapping her across the face with a forehand, crack! “Language.”



Berge lifts the table off Onika’s apron and pulls her up by the back of neck, once she’s certain the Klie-stan won’t fall over she pulls the apron up and twirls it around the content creator’s head, blinding and muffling Cassava with her own ring gear in humiliating fashion.



Aloisi wraps her arms around Cassava’s torso, pinning the Instagram Icon’s arms to her side. She lifts her in a bearhug, breasts to breasts, and wrenches the hold in tight. From the depth of the apron a happy whimper can be heard - at least until Berge suplexes Onika onto the table behind her. Cassava lands in bowls of various gravies and mashed potatoes.



Berge turns around and smiles at Cassava sweetly. She really is cute. In a different situation, maybe things… She shakes her head. No, business. She grabs Cassava by the apron and rips her from the table. The blonde stumbles, managing to land on her feet. Aloisia, still gripping the apron, yanks her into a punch to the face the spirals Onika backwards.



“That looks like it hurt,” Aloisia says as she reaches out and grabs Cassava by the neckline of her gear. She yanks her forward. “Mama kiss it better?”



Cassava’s eyes turn to perfect circles as she watches Aloisia purse her lips and lower to kiss her - never noticing the knee about to fly upwards.



Cassava’s laser focus on Aloisia’s perfect lips of their own volition and her quaking voice leaks unfiltered, “Ahyess..mamaughh!” Again Berge’s knee impales Onika navel doubling the confused girl over, Aloisia rewraps Onika’s apron around her head and takes a clapping grip of her proud backside. Taking a few testing squeezes first Alosia gives Onika the bum's rush onto a table of pasta dishes, the Superfan’s front is slathered in lasagnas, spaghetti sauce and a bit of cannelloni. She attempts to push off the pastas when Alosia takes her by the hair and misplaced apron and bangs her head against the table, stunning her flat. The German grabs some plates of unspilled food, turns them over and runs the contents up and down Cassava’s back, shoulder, legs and rump. She’s starting to get into the spirit of things.



“You were already a tasty little treat,” Aloisia coos in Cassava’s ear. “Now you’re a full meal.” She slaps Cassava’s ass full force, then looks at the food covering her hand, instantly regretting her choice.



Aloisia hauls the messy fighter up onto her shoulders in a torture rack, pulling Cassava back violently like an upside-down “U.” She bounces a few times to really drive the pain home while parading her around the dining hall. “Are you still enjoying this?” Berge asks.



Cassava only answers with grunts.



Aloisia readjusts her hands so one is cupping Cassava’s tit. “Now?”



The grunts sound slightly lewder.



Aloisia’s eyes fall across the room on the punch bowl table. She grins as she saunters to the start of a clear path. She runs at the bowl but, just as she’s almost there and ready to launch, Cassava manages to break free of the rack and fall off Aloisia’s shoulders. Onika lands on her feet like a cat before sending one boot at Berge’s mid-back to propel her towards all the punch bowls.



Aloisia turns into a cat at bath time “No!No!No!” her manicured hands stabbing out to ground herself before taking a dunk, the punch bowls ripple and slosh at the table's movement. Berge breathes a sigh of relief at the near miss. A cheerful voice rings out “Cannonball!” Cassava leaps on Berge’s back like a cowgirl at the rodeo, shoving Aloisia head and neck deep into a large glass bowl of Hawaiian punch. The camera catches a fantastic shot of Aloisia’s distorted, submerged face letting out a gurgling scream that bubbles the drink. “Grurblurglurglurg!” Still forcing Aloisia to chug Cassava reaches back with hand for a payback spank on Aloisia’s rear, ripping the taut flesh. Cassava instantly regrets it, Dammit.” not because she felt guilty, because now she knows Berge’s ass is even better than imagined. She pulls Aloisia out of the punch bowl, the doctor's long hair whipping out ruby spatter that stains the official’s shirt. Cassava’s eyes dart between Aloisia’s red dyed, soaked face and her heaving breasts, clearly fighting a losing a battle not to stare. “ I know what you’re doing. Not that I’m able to make you or WANT you to stop, I’m just saying I know.”



Before Aloisia answers Cassava turns back to back balancing her feet on the bench of the table, reaching behind her to take Berge under chin and force her head over her over the Superfan’s shoulder. Cassava jumps off to land on the floor, awesomely cushioned ass first while Aloisia suffers a sitout neckbreaker.



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Aloisia’s body flops to the tiles. Cassava starts to climb atop her form but Berge bucks immediately, rolling onto all fours. Onika rises and grabs a cherry pie from the table. She slides it under Aloisia’s head and then shoves the professor’s melon between her thighs. Cassava raises both fists in triumph as she drops her weight and drives Aloisia’s face into the cherry pie with a satisfying “splut.”



Cassava clasps her hands and slams a double axe handle between Aloisia’s shoulder blades. As Berge struggles to push her way back up, Cassava hops up, jumps on the closest table just beyond Aloisia, and bounces backwards off it. Her perfect ass lands in the middle of Berge’s back, crushing air from her.



Cassava wiggles a little before standing up. Aloisia is obviously slower - and cherry flavored. Honestly the ideal opponent now. She drops an elbow into Aloisia’s back before sliding her hands around her opponent’s face to crank about a crossface.



Berge lets out a loud kreen as her neck is forced at an angle it was not built to be in, Cas licks miscellaneous foods off her lips while she applies the submission. Making sure to trap one of the Hawaiian hottie’s arms between her legs she rubs her thighs hard against the trap to give Aloisia another pain to think about… and memorize the feeling of the beauty having an arm between Cassava’s legs. The Online Sensation shakes her head rapidly side to side spraying more food waste “Focus!: she reprimands to herself. Cassava gives Aloisia’s head some sharp movements and feels some tremors of pain travel from her powerfully feminine figure, “Regretting asking me to give you hell now?”



Berge slowly… claws forward in the hold heading toward an unseen ropebreak, on instinct, assumes Onika. The trapped Alois responds through forcibly clenched teeth, voice going up and down with the levels of pain. “Nnnot at all. This has been an education experience for MAnnnY REAsons! I will be certain to teach you just as much till you beg me to stoOPP!”



Onika leaned back at the end of Berge’s sentence, looking to end the match quickly and cut off any lustful thought that may have intruded. “Ooo, don’t think I’m just gonna give you the key to my place… unless you really wanted it. Then I totally would, if you wanted to exchange numbers after this I-Oww!”



Berge was not crawling forward on instinct, she was heading toward a folding chair. Snagging it by the base, Berge rips it down, banging the backrest into Cassava’s face, battering her from Aloisia’s back.



Aloisia pushes up slowly, shaking the pain away. She looks behind her as Cassava, in a heap under the chair. She mostly feels guilty for hurting Cassava like that, despite it being completely legal. But a small part of her feels bad for how much she enjoyed it. She raises a leg and drops it on the chair, slamming the metal down into Cassava’s face.



Aloisia rises again, heaving Cassava to her feet by her bottoms. She slings Cassava in what would normally be a perfect Irish whip - were there ropes. However, the wall of the dining hall is less forgiving than cables and merely greets her with a sharp impact.



Cassava turns, dazed, just in time to be body splashed back into the wall by Aloisia. Mountainous breasts engulf her face and drive her back. Berge follows with two kneelifts to the gut and a chop to the breasts. As Cassava starts to yell, Aloisia grabs her by the lower jaw and slings her to the floor, following with a kick to the back.



As Cassava leans forward from the impact, Aloisia catches her breath. “Okay. That was a lot in a short amount of time.” She raises a finger. “One sec. One sec.” Finally, she nods. “Okay.” She grabs a metal mixing bowl full of jello and slams it down over Cassava’s head. “Sorry, Onika. I just want to get this done.” She hauls back to send a kick into the makeshift helmet.



Cassava’s eyes cross unseen as she collapses onto the cold floor. The ringing in her ears sound and feel like echoing church bells. The mixing bowl is pulled from her head and the cafeteria lights blind her, Cassava’s sluggish and barely resisting as Berge pulls her up by the waist and contorts her in a pumphandle position. Aloisia leans in and gives the curve of Onika’s breast the tiniest lick and her whole shudders. “You do taste like milk chocolate.” Berge pulls up harshly on the hold flipping Onika into the air for a pop up powerbomb- Cas kicks off the wall springing her free from Aloisia’s grasp! Just before landing in the German’s clutches Cassava’s martial arts trained body slams a foot into the nearest obstacle and flies a meter away into an ungainly crouch.



Shocked at the escape but quick to respond Aloisia rushes after her and takes her in a tight waistlock from behind. Brains still a mix from the mixing bowl Cas tense her whole body from toes to fingertips and releases the power through a close range hip attack, her hindquarters driving to Aloisia’s pelvis and sending her stumbling back into the wall. Nearly slipping in cream sauce Aloisia braces her hands against the wall long enough to be pasted by a proper running butt smash!



Cassava’s ass drives Aloisia into the unforgiving wall just as Berge had done to her earlier, this time folding the academic over. Cassava wraps an arm around Berge’s head and runs before bulldogging her into the side of a table. There’s a horrifying crack as skull meets oak and Aloisia topples to the floor.



Onika drops to the floor and slips the taller woman into a figure four leglock, noticing as she does how Aloisia’s panties easily give way and reveal her darker lips. Cassava feels her body temperature rise at this but still she maintains the hold, giving her trapped foe a bit of agony. It takes Aloisia a minute to realize what’s going on but, when she does, she violently shakes to life.



“Sorry, Aloisia, but I gotta do this!” Cassava says apologetically, trying desperately not to stare at the German’s crotch. “But we can end this now and maybe get drinks if you’ll just--”



Onika’s works are cut off as Aloisia reaches up and yanks the table cloth from the table she just planted on. It’s not a pull a magician would be proud of but it does send more than a few meat dishes to the floor, plates shattering and utensils scattering. More importantly, it distracts Cassava enough that Aloisia is able to pull free, roll back and kip up…



Just in time for Cassava to grab the giant roasted ham that landed by her, jump up, and use it as a cudgel across Aloisia’s jaw.



A wet “Thwak!” fills the room and the German topples like a cut tree onto a table of Mexican fast food, Bethany cutting some costs by doing a Taco Bell run. Cassava pauses to take a huge bite of her ham hammer before setting it aside, “Mmm, delicious.” She raises her knotted hands over head for a double ax handle and sees Aloisia’s underwear had slid halfway off her picturesque cheeks. Cassava breathes deep making her bosom heave in her now see-through apron and shirt. Transfixed, The Superfan slowly lowers her hands and reaches out fingers trembling...and slides them back up to their factory setting. Both proud, and hating herself for not even treating Aloisia to a little revenge spanking, Cassava climbs onto the table beside the brunette and peppers forearm blows up and down Aloisia’s back, mentally examining I really want to! But she feels too high status.



“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Berge bleats with each clubbing blow, and tries to return fire with some wild elbows thrown back as she rises on the taco table. Cassava puts a stop to that with a curt elbow of her own to the base of Berge's neck, the Polynesian powerhouse recollapsing on the table and crushing the food it presented. Onika kneels by Berge’s right side, takes the doctor by the arm and leg and starts muscling her head and shoulders underneath Aloisia. Cassava grunts as she powers to a knee with the heavier woman across her shoulders, “Alright,” Cas gets to her full height, “Time to make the bacon!”



The Superfan’s going for her idol's finishing move, The Pleasant Valley Driver. Cassava goes into a crouch, ready to leap into the slam. “Urrg!” Aloisia finally lands that elbow into the dyed blonde’s cheek, wobbling Onika’s knees but the half pint hottie steadies herself and keeps Aloisia in place- Bam! Bam! Bam! Aloisia gives her three more and slips out the back!



Aloisia throws what would be a perfect clothesline were it aimed at a throat. Still, aimed at the back of Cassava’s knees it does the same job - spilling the blonde onto her back. The table shakes and Berge is momentarily impressed at it’s build. The fact any of these tables had stood up so well to their attacks was a little shocking and made Aloisia want to test them a bit further.



She pulls Cassava off the table by the hair and slides the smaller woman’s head between her thighs. Aloisia shakes a little, rubbing her crotch on the back of her opponent’s head. “How’s that feel, Cassava? Do you like being trapped between my legs?” She doesn’t allow the woman to answer, instead yanking her up, spinning, and powerbombing her onto the edge of the desserts table. All the pies and puddings spill onto the floor, and the table itself topples onto its side, but still it’s in one piece… which might be more than can be said for Cassava.



Aloisia smiles down at Onika. “It’s been an amazing fight, better than I hoped, Cassava, considering the gimmick. But…” She reaches down and pulls Cassava up, sitting her on the edge of a table. Aloisia pulls the woman onto her own shoulders, folding Cassava upside down in a “c” shape. Berge raises a leg cautiously onto the table, then pulls herself up and walks down its length, straight to the turkey.



“I will admit, I considered piledriving you into this,” Aloisia confesses, “but you’ve worked so hard, I don’t want to disrespect you by ending our fight with you having your head stuck in a giant holiday bird but I feel I must incorporate it somehow.” Aloisia stands over the perfectly cooked bird for a minute. “I think we’re done, Cassava. Please allow me to end this match now so we can both get on with our lives.”



With that, Aloisia drops Cassava into the turkey with a muscle buster.



MUSCLE BUSTER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZXUNZjWTc8



The table shakes violently before the legs give our beneath it and the collapses to the floor in a spray of meats, gravy, and stuffing. Cassava’s body crushes the turkey, sending its meat and bones flying. She rolls off the wreckage of the table onto the floor, dazed, and Aloisia pulls herself on top of her for a pin.



There’s a split second where ref just stares on, the official has essentially a spectator the entire night with this being the first and potentially last cover of the fight, Luckily his training kicks in and he runs for the count with an unnecessary slide on his belly to get by Cassava’s head and shoulders. He slaps the porcelain tiled floor…

One…



No movement from Cassava, Aloisia has her in a snug crossbody pin. Knee pulled tight into her chest, their food covered fronts 'squelch’ together as the German presses in even closer.



Two…



Alois grinds a forearm into Onika’s cheek, a disrespectful move to be sure but in this case investigative, Cassava shows no signs of life aside from a flutter of her rolled up eyes and a weak groan.



Three!!!



DING!DING!



“Your winner by pinfall.... Aloisia Berge!!!”



With a small but pleased smile on her face, Aloisia slowly but deliberately pushes off of Cassava belly to stand. A soft “Uhhh...” wheezes out of the beaten BMD champ like a used up cushion. Aloisia looks down at her warmly, mulling over the entirety of the match, “Excellent fight, Cassava. That was fun, and surprisingly informative.” The referee goes to raise her hand but Berge raises a finger to halt him, “One moment. I need to commemorate my victory.”



Berge kneels down and gently turns a slightly stirring Cassava onto her front, the plants a foot across the expanse of the girl’s globally celebrated glutes. Then Aloisia offers her wrist to the official, it’s been a while since Gladiatrix had one of her wins on the cover and this was sure to be a front runner. As her hand is raised Aloisia presses down on Onika’s buns and wiggles her toes a bit, her smile growing into a bit of smirk she thinks I could get used to this[/i}.



Aloisia, having struck her pose, removes her foot and extends a hand to Cassava. “I apologize. I realize that was a bit much but thank you for being kind enough to humor me. Let me help you up.”



Cassava dizzily blinks and takes the offered hand and lets herself get pulled onto unsteady feet. “It’s alright I get it. First time match, gotta make the most of it.” In her pain addled state this was actually the most clear headed Cassaava’s been while being in the same room with Aloisia. “But I’ll get you next time!”



“You will, I am sure,” Aloisia confirms as she pulls Cassava to her feet. “But be careful. I am feeling a tad more confident and I seem to recall you have a belt.” She winks, then looks down. “Goodness, I missed some blueberry.” She licks along Cassava’s cleavage. “There, all gone. Oh, but I think I made you wet.” She wipes the spit off of Onika’s chest.



Cassava back becomes as straight as possible while her fingers and toes seem to pointing all directions as Aloisia’s tongue travels along her now candy coated juggs and bites down on a lip to keep from squealing when this bona fide Queen manipulates her breast in all the right ways as she’s getting it clean. Cas squeaks out “NoProblem!” She briefly runs through a hundred different ways of asking to return the favour in the span of a second, stuttering incoherently and pawing at the air in front of her. Eyes darting more often than not at Aloisia’s chest.



Aloisia pulls Cassava into a tight hug. “You are quite an accomplished fighter, Cassava Onika. You deserve all the attention you get from FAWN fans, and none of the negative attention Bethany gives you. I might have… words with her about that, as well as how she failed to live up to our bargain, if you’re okay with this.”



In this moment with Berge’s body pressed against hers, Polynesian puppies overwhelming her Iowan juggs. Cassava is alright with EVERYTHING. Shakily she answers, “Y-yes.. That would be fantastic…” Cassava feels the hug tighten a tiny bit high on her back, crushing their breasts together harder. Cassava feels her mind go blank and wistful as Aloisia speaks next.



Aloisia brushes Cassava’s hair playfully. “And now comes the part of the match I get to give you what I’ve been wanting to give you the whole time.” As Cassava’s eyes light up and widen, Aloisia drapes an arm over her shoulder… only to pull it back with a mop.



“I’m afraid, Cassava, the loser must clean up the mess.” She hands the mop over.



Cassava looks stupefied, taking the mop into her hands, she looks down at it, then back to Aloisia. The statuesque victress subtly cocks a hip and places a hand on while playfully purring “Loser cleans up.” Something in Cassava’s brain and libidio snaps in place and she is desperate to please. Onika gives a little salute with the handle “Yes Ma’am!” and walks away to start the sissyphean task of cleaning this charcuterie apocalypse.



Aloisia blinks. “I… didn’t think that would work,” she mutters to herself. As she watches Cassava begin to toil away, a mischievous grin spreads across her lips. “I wonder what else will?”