Post by hawkeye on Dec 10, 2020 1:05:42 GMT
KICK PUNCH- ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
Nerdcore rap blasts through the speakers of the arena. FAWNatics recognize it instantly and greet it with a loud, but mixed reaction. The first time Cassava’s been confronted with anything other than overwhelming positivity. The reason for this is her controversial corner woman for the night; her hero, idol, and obsession, Kylie Sanders.
CASSAVA ONIKA
KYLIE SANDERS
The Superfan and The Pleasant Valley Pariah break through the curtain. Cassava is a bundle of nerves, clapping her hands harshly to hype herself up and jumping up and down. She’s like a kid on Christmas morning crossed with a woman on trial for her life. The former Vanilla Chill beside her is caught between yelling predictions of Jasmine’s humiliating defeat under Cassava’s superior back porch and threatening Da Man’s peons to give her fangirl some love. They do, but not because Kylie told them. Speaking of, The New Media Mistress starts punching the air then launches into a jumping spin kick that whiffs above a startled Sanders’ hair. The giant screen above them displaying a chibi anime version of the FAWN fresh meat; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric, keeping her large breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights). If Kylie has noticed the tributes to her past in Onika’s looks, she hasn’t commented on them yet.
“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!!”
Kylie lightly slaps Onika on the shoulder and points a finger in her face, “This is your shot! You take that spayed bytch down, you’ll be on the fast ticket to joining Hot & Bothered.” Onika nods vigorously, “I’ll do it, Miss Sanders! I’ll Hip Check her out of the building and back to developmental where she belongs!”
With the two lightweights setting down the ramp, Cassava has her eyes dead set on the ring with giddy determination but extends a hand to slap the palms of the many fans that reach out. They may dislike her choice of idols but the FAWNatics don’t hold it against the Online Sensation. Said idol, Kylie Sanders, won’t go near Da Man’s army. Not that they were let down, the fans hated the former babyface with a passion and weren’t shy about sharing it. Reaching the ring, Cassava bounds up the steel steps and sits on the middle strand and pushes up the top making a gap for Sanders to step through. As she does, the former Vanilla Chill pats Cassava on the back, the slight tush from her obsession makes The Superfan break out in gooseflesh.
Before she heads to her corner Cassava reaches into her cleavage with two fingers, she pulls out some note cards and hands them to the announcer. Giving it a quick once-over, he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest, raising the microphone to his lips he heralds, “Accompanying Cassava Onika; A Television champion. Lightweight champion. Two time Tag team champion, uncrowned in her first run due to interference by management. Intercontentiantal champion. Wwooorrrld Chaampioonnn!!!” The announcer really puts some jazz on the high point of Kylie’s or what would be any wrestler’s career. Kylie is smiling wide at the announcer’s introduction. Finally, some proper respect.
He continues, “She holds the FAWN record most matches and wins. The top merchandise mover for multiple years. A FAWN Wrestler of the Year. Has been on the cover of Gladiatrix over 20 times. Has a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Iowa. Has beaten Emily West more times than anyone else in history. She brushes three times a day...”
As the announcer keeps going… and going, Kylie’s happy expression turns to bewilderment. She shifts her questioning gaze to Cassava, who has her eyes closed and is mouthing along with her prepared intro for her heroine.
“She has a holiday named after her in Pleasant Valley. A future Hall of Famer. She upset the gameboard of The Black Court. The founder of Hot & Bothered. Her best friend is from Nnnnnice, France! A goddess of the harvest. The cream in your coffee. The Ace in the deck. The perfect medium between cute and sexy. A cold scoop of Vanilla on a hot day. The Platinum Pixie, Kyliiiie Saanderrrrrs!!”
As the announcer began to speak Kylie’s name, Cassava spins her right fist at the elbow, and as he finishes Cassava jumps forward with the momentum of her arm, throwing up a triumphant fist into the air to cap off the retelling of Sanders’ storied career. This blatant display of fangirlism gets them some polite, to genuine cheers from the audience. The first Kylie’s received in years!
As if determined to cut off any show of positive emotion for FAWN’s Most Hated, however momentary, Jasmine V’s soft melodic ’That’s Me Right There’ fills the arena bowl and the crowd’s collective gaze turns to the upper stage.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
J-Dogg, off the chain, pushes through the curtains and sets herself in the middle of the stage, looking more than ready to chart her own course without ‘Karen’ Sanders holding her back. And if the lunatic fringe, encapsulated in Cassava Onika, wants to stick her tiny bootie in the Dogg’s business she’ll end up with some bite marks.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
Wash is dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ). Dogg angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks ( i.imgur.com/YEaJV9G.jpg ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
The Dogg Pound, previously small, has grown considerably with the ejection of Kylie from her yard, not that Washington seems to care one way or the other. As Jas heads down the ramp, the barking begins, the FAWNatics opening their arms and vocal cords, ready to accept the woman who stripped Vanilla Chill of her laughable street cred.
The gorgeous African-American grappler halts when she reaches the ring and points at Cassava’s back-up.
“You REALLY want to mess with me again? Bytch you takin’ the crazy pills again.”
Jasmine turns her attention to Cassava as she strides up the steps, swooshing her hips and backside until she reaches the top. She hesitates, keeping the corner between herself and the Platinum Pixie and her peon.
“And Miss BMD. What da hell wrong with you, girl. Ain’t no Buns of Mass Destruction. More like ‘Bytch Mussbe Dumb’ champion from that crazyass intro you gave. Get that leech outta da ring and I’ll come in there and kick that tiny, little set of cheeks.”
Lead ref Nick Castle asks Sanders to depart and a confused Kylie seems more than ready. Cassava rushes in front for her beloved to open the ropes wide as she did on the Hawkeye’s entry. Through the ropes but still on the apron, Kylie motions her former partner in and Jasmine takes her up. The ring announcer takes that as his cue.
“And her opponent…standing five feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 125 pounds. She put the Hot in H&B now it’s in Hotlanta’s Badass, the J-Dogg of the yard…Jasmine Washington.”
Jas swivels her badonka-donk through a pirouette, lifting a double-barreled, middle finger salute to Sanders then turning it on Cassava.
“I’ll teach you a lesson tonight, girlfriend. That little Vanilla Creampuff will teach you one later if you hang around her long enough.”
Jas heads for her corner, turning and leaning into the buckles, waiting for the bell to signal the ass-kicking to begin.
DING!DING!
Jasmine pushes off the top ropes into a march forward, arms open and ready to receive Cassava in an elbow and collar. Side eyeing Kylie at ringside she barks, “Time to bump your heifer simp out of my ring so I can deal with the Plathnium GrannyOOF!!”
Halfway across the ring before the bell finished ringing, Cassava snatches a chunk of J-Dogg’s hair with one hand and rapid fires forearm shots to the jaw with the other! A flailing Jasmine backpedals under Cassava’s assault, the Superfan’s teeth bared in a menacing scowl.
Threatening the Kylie Corps’ Queen is a huge trigger for the Iowan. When Jasmine’s back hits the strands, Cassava switches to softer targets and brings her forearm down hard on Jasmine’s pert chest, setting her precious puppies bouncing with each shot. Spitting with anger. Cassava yells in Jasmine’s face, “You ungrateful bitch! Miss Sanders dug you out of The Jungle and you betray her likeuRRK!”
Washington sneaks a knifehand through the storm of Onika’s blows and sinks it into the Superfan’s throat. Onika croaks and grasps at her neck. Now that she has some space, Jasmine swivels Cassava’s head back and forth with to CRACKing bytch slaps and shoves her away.
“I carried that has-been on my back since I debuted on the main roster! She was lucky I let her leech off my talent for long!”
Nearly nonsensical with anger Cassava leaps on top of Jasmine taking her to ground scratching and clawing at anything she can get her hands on! J-Dogg’s not taking this lying down, she’s giving as hard as she’s getting and jockeying for the dominant position. The two roll across the canvas in a vicious catfight in minute one of the match!
Kylie’s screaming at ringside, running over so she can be near the catball to back up her strange supporter if need be. Voice a bit gravelly from the throat strike, Cassava threatens the badass as they claw each other’s chests.
“You’re going to get a taste for cake tonight! They’ll need forceps to remove your face from my ass! I’m-hey! Let me go!”
Risking his life in the lion’s den, Craig Long wraps his arms around Cassava’s midsection and lifts her off Washington. Carrying 125 pounds of menacing Youtuber, the official sets her down several feet away turning so he was between the two battlers.
“This is an official match, not a brawl backstage. If you two don’t settle down I’m throwing this match out.”
As Cassava explains how this was an appropriate reaction to an assault on a living icon, Jasmine sat up near the ropes brushing her hair out of her face and fixing her askew ring togs.
“Damn bytch is crazy… it’s like I’m fighting that fat chick from Misery. Gakk!”
Never take your eyes off the vanilla that is no longer chill. Sneaking up in her blind spot, Kylie seizes her former protege by the follicles and chokes her on the bottom cable. Leaning in close to Jasmine’s gagging face, Kylie whispers, “Feel good about stabbing me in the back now? I just replaced your ass with a better one. And this knows how to treat a legend.”
Kylie releases Jas and drops to the mat just avoiding the referee’s gaze. He sees a redfaced Jasmine coughing on the mat and connects the dots, but until he sees Kylie doing it, his hands are tied.
Sounding like she’s coughing up a lung, Jasmine ladders up the ropes and rests against the nearest set of turnbuckles. She massages her throat while she points at the official and yells in a raspy accusing voice “Are you simple minded? Do you not get that this Karen is sneaking shots at me or are you just too chicken shit to do something about-!”
Jas cuts short her diatribe when Onika sprints past the ref, The Online Sensation taking a running leap and twisting in the air to aim those glorious glutes at the Hotlanta badass. Jasmine dodges to the right just avoiding a Hip check that shakes the ring when it connects with the buckles. Landing on padded steel instead of her rival jars Cassava. She shudders in pain and grabs the adjacent cables to not rebound into a fall.
Washington presses her back to Cassava’s front and reaches behind to take some blonde and pink in hand to flip the Superfan onto her ass in a hairmare. With the level of cushion Cassava’s pushing the landing isn’t too painful, but the following kick to the spine sets her teeth to gritting.
Jasmine swings her kicking boot in front of the seated Cassava and swings back to concave her left breast with a heel. “Ahh!” The BMD falls flat to the mat clutching her abused tit, Washington high steps over her and swiftly climbs to the second rope then leaps to land a bombshell of a hip drop, threatening to push Onika’s chest out through her back!
Badass Bomb
youtu.be/viHB4KxqLIA?t=323
Washington keeps her perch on her opponent’s jubblies, grinding her bootyliciousness as she taunts Onika’s gasping face. “How does a real ass feel, bootlicker?”
One…
Cassava’s shoulders stay on the canvas, but the count stops dead. Jas whips a stern gaze to the ref and points to the bottom rope, wrapped in Cassava’s strong grip.
Jasmine lifts her backside, rising to a kneel before dropping her ass into Cassava’s midriff, forcing a burst of an exhale from the curvy BMD titleholder’s lips.
“Yeah,” Washington growls, “figures Wonder Bread would be teaching you all those chickenshit escapes. Those are half her moves.”
Jas rises, pulling a yipping Onika up with her by her golden and pink strands.
“And don’t even think you’re gonna use that Cake anymore,” J-Dogg adds. “You don’t get to use MY Ass Backwards Driver anymore. I’m the ONLY one with the trunk to pull that off.”
Wash cocks a right forearm and SLAMS an uppercut European-style into the underside of Cassava’s chin, snapping the head of the Kylie Corps’ last, card-carrying member. Onika keeps her feet if barely, wobbling on spaghetti legs. Her gut is skewered with a toe kick to the navel from Jasmine, doubling over Sanders’ disciple.
With Onika bent and vulnerable, Jasmine turns and races to the ropes. She rebounds from the rubber-coated steel and leaps with her right leg extended. Laying it over the back of Cassava’s neck on the way down, a fierce J-Dogg introduces the BMD’s face to the canvas with her Jazzasser.
Jazzasser ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU ) 00:36
Cassava absently flips to her back from the collision, enormous orbs heaving as she draws in deep breaths, the shellshocked Onika appearing as if she’s going to follow in Kylie’s footsteps in losing to the Badass. Washington dives atop her foe, hooking a leg in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Onika shoves Jas off, pushing Washington up to all fours in the process, showing there’s plenty of fight left in her. On the outside, a frustrated Kylie slaps the canvas, shouting at her latest fall girl to get off her ass and start pummeling the woman that stole her Chill.
Jasmine takes a long, smirking glance at Sanders.
“You traded class for ass, Wonder Bread. And it ain’t gonna do you no good.”
As Cassava rolls to her chest and slowly pushes to all fours, Washington take a leisurely stroll in a wide arc, finally coming back to Onika from behind. She walks up the BMD’s horizontal frame in a standing straddle, stopping when she reaches Cassava’s noggin where she crosses her ankles, locking on a standing head scissors, her thighs pressing against Cassava’s temples.
“I’m gonna make your face as flat as dat ass of yours.”
Jasmine scoops Cassava’s arms at the elbows, pulling the limbs high and wide as she straightens to full vertical. Beaming, she drops to her knees, CRUSHING the features of Ky’s puppet into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a scissored facebuster.
Scissored Facebister ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
Jasmine spins to a seat, forcing Cassava along for the barrel roll. They end with Onika on her back, shoulders pinned by Washington’s draping legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
AGAIN Cassava forcefully shoves a shoulder free of the mat, Kylie giving her peon a nervous ovation but insisting she get on offense. Easier said than done against a raging J-Dogg.
Jasmine raises her right leg and bring her heel down like a hammer into the cleft of Cassava’s considerable bosom. Wash back somersaults to her feet then lands a pair of stomps to Onika’s breasts, flattening with her boot sole one then the other the little she can.
Wrapping her hands around the head of the wincing Iowan, the Badass from Hotlanta yanks the BMD to her feet in stages. With Onika up, she captures one of the stooge’s arms, Jasmine wrapping it around the back of her neck. Jas slips her arms behind the thick thighs of her opponent, ready to launch Cassava up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex.
Northern Lights Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek )
But before J-Dogg can lift and deposit, Cassava thumps a series of piston-like right fists just below Jasmine’s ribs, shutting down the Dogg and using the premade front facelock in spectacular fashion when she lays out and SPIKES Washington’s skull into the canvas with an emphatic DDT.
Jasmine flips to her back, crashing down atop her spine after having the crown of her cranium dented by the strike. Flopping to a wide and dazed spreadeagle, the Dogg is ripe for the picking. However, a recovering Cassava is slow to take advantage despite her hero’s loud demands. Finally, the Superfan senses the opportunity in full and scoots to a crossbody pin, hooking Jasmine’s limp far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
This time it’s Kylie’s former partner staying alive, kicking free of the pinning predicament, Sanders instantly complaining to Long his count lives up to his name.
Turning her attention to the BMD, Kylie shouts at Cassava to put the hurt on her former partner and Onika is more than ready to meet any request of her hero.
She collects Jasmine’s head in her hands and slowly pulls the woozy J-Dogg to her feet, stuffing the lowered skull of Washington between her muscular if abbreviated legs.
“If you’re some kind of Badass, let’s see if you can handle a B.A.M.F.”
Cassava wraps her arms around Jasmine’s gulping midriff and shows the strength packed into her short but powerful frame, flipping J-Dogg in front of her as she lifts Jasmine over a shoulder, catching her foe on the other side in a crucifix position.
With Onika’s hands pressed deep into Jasmine’s armpits, Cassava responds to the pumping first of a delighted Kylie, lifting Wash above her shoulders. Onika falls forward, tossing the carcass of the Badass; Jas getting MF’d with the impact of the BMD’s signature blow.
B.A.M.F. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI )
A waylaid Jasmine slides to a stop, ending in a demolished starfish, Ky shouting at the splayed, semiconscious Washington.
“How ya like me now?” Ky shouts. Then, realizing it isn’t she who’d hit the massive move. “How ya like my BMD?”, Sanders adds, nodding at Cassava, no doubt sending a shiver down the Superfan’s spine.
Hopeful thought traverses Cassava’s mind as she corrals Jas to her feet, This is going so well! She pumps the broadside of her leg into Jasmine’s belly, doubling her over. if I win this, I’ll be one step closer to a polyamorous marriage between me, Kylie and Emily West!
Cassava takes Jasmine’s right arm and traps it under her left armpit, then reaches between The Dogg’s smooth legs and takes her left wrist in hand. Taking a page out of the She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named, Cassava yanks Jasmine’s arm into her own crotch getting a small sob out of the Hot & Bothered traitor. This was no Cyn however, Cassava pulls Jasmine up by the arm dipping her in the air before she’s pulled down and broken over The Superfan’s posted knee.
Pumphandle Backbreaker
youtu.be/NveVCILQpZA?t=8
Washington slips off the knee into a bowed seat on the canvas before unspooling into a pain-filled sprawl in front of the genuflecting Iowan, Cassava surges into a jump and kicks her legs out to land a Splash across Jasmine’s gulping tummy. The limbs of the badass fly upward before flopping down, Cas snags the far leg and pulls it in for a pin.
One…
Two…
Jasmine gets a shoulder up but she’s lacking the zeal she had when the match started. Kylie isn’t pleased but the ball is rolling in her favor.
“Just a speedbump, Cassy. Keep on her!” Cassava smiles wide and whispers gleefully into Washington’s grimacing face, “I’m at nickname status!”
Though preoccupied with agony, this idiot expressing excitement to HER… makes Jasmine groggily comment, ”What is wrong with you?”
Cassava pulls her up by the ears while she answers, “Nothing, I just know to appreciate my blessings.”
She cracks a forearm into Washington’s cheek to pacify her before Irish whipping the now solo bothered hottie to a nearby corner. Jasmine’s on a one-way track to a bruised sternum from the turnbuckles when she ramps up her running speed and leaps to the top rope! Snapped to the air by the cable’s elasticity Jasmine twists mid-air and turns into Atlanta Airways. Her thighs shut around a shocked Onika’s face and send her on a rollercoaster ride with a truly fantastic hurricarana.
The world blurs for Onika as she’s sent head over heels into a strange and nasty landing. Cassava's back and rear colliding with the buckles high enough that in her spasms Cassava's legs hook around the steel beam by the ankles. Trapping her in what the wrestling community refers to as a tree of woe.
The crowd becomes unglued at this 1 in 1000 happenstance. On hands and knees, Jasmine looks over her shoulder to see Cassava upside down with arms and breasts drooping toward the mat, and grins. She slowly rises, gloating at a nervous Kylie, who has two handfuls of her own hair tugging in nervousness.
“She’s been around you for two minutes and already has your shit luck.” Jasmine stalks over to the trapped Cassava, working some kinks out of her back with little stretches, wincing as she does, “Erh! Bitch is gonna pay for this.”
Onika’s eyes stop spinning in her skull. She realizes the ring and the sky has switched places and legs are tied in a knot around the post. The bottom-up booty battler gets her fingers on the second ropes and begins a slow crunch of her abdomen to right herself, “damn it, ow! Dammit!” Jasmine cracks an overhand onto Onika’s back, then whips back down the weave, the midpoint of her foe’s shoulders banging against the middle buckle.
“You stay right there, faux-ass, you’ll get loose when I allow it.”
Jasmine raises her palms overhead and slaps them down hard on the underside of Cassava’s tits. The dyed blond shrieks and crosses her arms over her goodies to protect them but eats a boot to the face that straightens Cassava flat against the
turnbuckles. Jas marches away from her future crashpad and circles the perimeter of the ring, lightly slapping at her right butt cheek to tease the Dog Pound into clapping to the sexy beat. She’s normally not into playing with Da Man’s peons…
…but there are always exceptions. Washington races across the canvas at full speed and spins into a face-bashing hip check, ROCKING the BMD hard enough it shakes Cassava out of the Tree of Woe. It’s a sliver lining in a very dark cloud as Onika drops to the canvas in a daze from the Badass Booty Bounce.
Kylie’s head drops on the outside, chin falling to her chest in disappointment and things go from bad to worse for both Pleasant Valley natives. Wash gives Cassava a swift kick in the ribs, sending the curvy piece of sexual chocolate a barrel roll away from the corner. Judging the distance favorable, J-Dogg climbs the buckles and turns to face her bootylicious foe, standing atop the uppermost padding.
Jasmine gestures to Sanders with a wave that’s a confluence of beauty queen and gang signs from the Mean Streets of GA. Leaping from her penthouse perch, Jas pivots into an airborne 180-spin, NAILING the prone Onika with her Jazzy Jump.
Jazzy Jump ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3PnOnkrFJU ) 00:07
Cassava jackknifes under the ring-rattling impact, her far leg plucked by the covering Washington who turns and leans her back into the considerable chest of her counterpart and replacement for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The BMD proves she’s as durable as her fantasy BFF, shoving Washington off enough to eek a shoulder off the canvas before Long’s third slap. It’s close enough to a pin Kylie hops into the air in fear and sighs deeply when Craig skips to his feet and shows only two raised fingers.
The look of disappointment on Jasmine’s face fades quickly. She rises to a standing, reverse straddle of the Fangirl’s midriff. Dipping, she folds Cassava’s legs in a figure four then pulls them toward her.
Ky screams at her curvaceous minion to break loose, but when Jasmine lifts the legs and spins Onika onto her abundant bosom it’s too late. Jas has her Hotlanta Clutch secured.
Hotlanta Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPHttH4BXpg )
J-Dogg leans forward with her foe’s captured, knotted stems, adding to the torture of her foe’s legs with a back-breaking arch to her fellow African-American’s spinal column.
Cassava yelps in pain as Washington works her anguish-inducing magic. Kylie moves to the floor in front of her busty helper, demanding Onika reach her. The wincing, misty-eyed Fangirl bites her lower lip and digs in, crawling inch by painful inch toward the Platinum Pixie, no ache enough to halt her from meeting her beloved’s demands.
“Get dat ass over here,” Ky screams. “And I’ll give ya a smooch,” Sanders adds, seemingly understanding what’s driving Cassava more than the BMD realized.
It’s incentive enough for Cassava to slowly but surely make her way to the ropes despite the growling Jasmine’s best efforts to make her give in. Onika gets SO CLOSE to finally wrapping a palm around the bottom cable when Wash stops the forward progress and starts dragging her away.
Showing she’s got the making of a future manager, perhaps following in Portia’s footsteps, Sanders stretches under the bottom rope as far as her vertically-challenged frame will allow and clasps hands with Cassava. Not immediately aware she’s in a tug of war with her former partner, Jasmine loses the battle to “Wonder Bread”, Ky yanking Cassava the rest of the way to safety, drawing the curvy competitor close enough Onika can exchange her grip on Sanders’ hand to one curling around the lowest rubber-coated steel strand.
Kylie barks at Long, insisting on an immediate break even as Craig threatens her for cheating. Before the ref can get on the Dogg’s case, Jas has already released, letting Cassava’s abbreviated gams fall to the canvas. But instead of backing away, the furious Dogg forgoes any further attack on Cassava, deciding to deal directly with the bytch she’s un-Chilled.
Wash baseball slides under the ropes beside the face down BMD, her boot soles CRASHING into Kylie’s chest. The Platinum Pixie is sent flying backwards, only returning to earth a step in front of the metal barricade behind her, then crashing into said steel before sliding down to pool beneath her silvery bob. Arching in pain, hand reaching for her lower spine, Kylie doesn’t notice Jasmine’s not yet done with her former partner. Joining Ky on the outside, Jas sinks her nails into the scalp of the FAWN original.
Washington draws the former Vanilla Chill to her feet and delivers a stinging backhand chop to the blonde, a grimacing Kylie rocked back on her tiptoes, arms pinwheeling to stay standing.
Sidling next to her former partner, hip to hip in the same direction, Jasmine scoops Kylie off the arena floor. For a moment, it appears a side suplex is on the way for the Hawkeye, but J-Dogg has something more painful in mind. With Kylie’s legs elevated, Jas pushes next to the barricade and drops Sanders the way she’d risen, this time the top of the steel barricade splitting her slender, ivory thighs, ramming DEEP between. Kylie shrieks in agony, riding the steel pipe at the top of the divider, a smirking Jasmine getting the better of her former partner yet again.
As a mewling Sanders straddles the metal tube, the big-booty cavalry arrives, a furious Cassava evacuating the ring and charging Washington from her blindside. But Jasmine apparently has eyes in the back of her head. She pivots into a super kick, catching Cassava under her chin. The fireplug wobbles through a pirouette but remains upright.
J-Dogg goes back to the well and it’s still full. She lifts Onika in the same manner as Sanders, only with the Onika pointed in the opposite direction, so when Cassava’s thikk thighs are parted by the top of the barricade, her face is pointed toward that of her crush. Cassava and Kylie ride the rail together, the eyes of both women eyes brimming with tears from the ache of their throbbing crotches.
Moving to the apron to create some space, Jasmine charges and hits a dropkick to each, one boot a piece. The superfan and the object of her affection fly into front row laps to the delight of the recipients.
Sanders lands in the clutches of a pair of fit, middle-aged British women holidaying in the states, wearing some vintage London Run t-shirts. In their drunken states drunkenly cuss out the teary-eyed Kylie in a devastating manner only sloshed Brits can achieve, booze spraying from their lips onto Kylie’s face as they berate and insult her life’s choices.
Cassava’s landing was much better by comparison. Across the laps of comely Irish twins, long time fans of the young lioness’ online shows. They gently pat their support on Cassava’s legs and shoulders, urging her to “get back innit!” Unaware of her idol’s distress, Cassava pulls herself to a seat on the delight ticket buyers wiping a hand across her face to clear her eyes when Washington snags her by the follicles and pulls Onika into the circuit outside the ring, making sure to scrape Cassava’s whole body, from eye’s to thighs on the top of the guardrail before stopping at her ankles to suspend the Superfan like bridge.
Jasmine exchanges her hair hold for a chancery, “Maybe after I spike your head on the pavement I’ll knock some sense loose.” Jas quite literally chokes up on her grip and starts to lean back when Cassava shows some life and slips her ankles off the railing to kick off the steel with her bare soles. Caught off guard, Jasmine stumbles back but keeps the chancery intact. It turns out to the Dogg’s detriment, with her feet on solid ground Cas wraps her arms around Jasmine’s waist and barrels forward catching the middle of Jasmine’s back on the apron’s edge.
“Rraahhh!”
J-Dogg howls out, eyes wide and arching her back she drops the hold on Onika’s neck to tend to her new pain. Airways unrestricted, Onika pulls back and rams Jasmine into the ring again, and again, and again! Fourth time’s the charm, Jasmine’s legs buckle and she takes a messy seat on the padded cement before tilting to her side, face scrunched in a brutal grimace. The BMD takes a moment to roll into the ring to break the count before rolling back out, not to resume the offense but to pull Sanders away from the browbeating fans and carry her bridal style to a seat on a set of steel steps. Cassava rubs her obsession’s back with one hand cooing, “Stay here Miss Sanders I got this.” Kylie’s too shaken from the pain in her center and the psychological threshing she just endured to respond.
Cas slithers into the ring on her belly as Jasmine crawls in like an old mutt, the Superfan’s repeated attacks on her vertebrae having slowed her recovery time.
Gritting her teeth Jas powers to verticality, grunting, “I’m gonna ride that bytch’s face extra hard for this,” just before spying a charging Onika in her peripheral vision. The Hotlanta badass whirls around with a surprise clothesline ”Gotcha!” but Cassava ducks the scythe escaping to Jasmine’s six secures a waistlock.
The Social Media Superstar’s leg muscles flex hard hoisting Jas into the air, fans start to worry they’re about to see a strongstyle backdrop and burst into laughter at the most powerful Atomic Drop they’ve seen in some time!
Jasmine’s tough mystique shatters under the onslaught of agony that radiates from Cassava’s knee compacting her coccyx. Wailing, Jas bounces off the posted joint with hands massaging her abused buns. The hobbled Dogg waddles aimlessly in a rough circle back to Cassava’s clutches, the fearsome fangirl works her head under Jasmine’s right and takes her around the waist again.
Onika whispers “That was for Kylie,” she lifts Jasmine till she’s parallel to the canvas then genuflects as she SLAMs the traitor’s crotch on her posted knee, “that was also for Kylie!”
Jas felt some major Schadenfreude when she introduced some steel to the Iowa Idiots’ undercarriages and, in this moment, she felt the tiniest bit of regret… and nauseating waves of pain radiating from south of the border. Hands instantly between her legs Jasmine bounced off Cassava’s knee and backpedals on unsure steps before slowly tilting to the mat like a cut redwood. Down at the steel steps, Kylie raises a weak fist, still shook by the guardrail getting to third base, “Yeah! Beat her ass! Ow…”
The tiniest amount of approval shines like the sun to Cas, with a bright smile on her face she turns and drops an elbow to the base of Washington’s neck and unloads a barrage of punches to her face and forehead.
Ref Craig Long is swift to intervene, “no closed fists, Cas!” Cassava responds in a heartbeat “Got it!” Dragging Washington up to her full height by the hair before planting her back down with an emphatic Standing Bulldog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_M1FSOreBE
Casssava kips up (mainly to impress Kylie) takes the Dogg by the wrist and pulls her up into a Full Nelson. Pressing Wash’s chin tight to her chest she walks the Hotlanta badass to the corner, every few steps jolting her rival’s buttocks with a knee thrust. Hatefully, she whispers into Jasmine’s ear, Cassava telling the future.
“With me at her side, Kylie’s going to become a world champion again and lead this company into the future. And you'll be begging for ring time in the JungeRRRK!”
Getting her timing just right, Jasmine swings a heel behind her striking Cassava’s off button, steel sore from her encounter with the railing. J-Dogg thrusts her arms down, breaking the nelson and slugs the Superfan in the gut, doubling her over. With a growl, Jas hoists Cassava onto her shoulder and carries her the rest of the way to the corner, pressing her in close and tying her legs into another Tree of Woe.
Jas slaps an open palm into the center of Cassava’s shorts making her yip and shudder violently, “You are too stupid to see that Karen’s time is up. I should put both of you out of your misery tonight.”
With a parting boot to the gut, Jasmine runs to the diagonal corner, a noticeable hitch in her giddyup.
Spying the worried has-been at ringside she can’t help but rub Kylie’s nose into another loss, albeit by proxy, blowing the red-faced former Chill a kiss. When she reaches the corner,Jasmine points a finger at her unworthy opponent, “I’m about to destroy your whole world,” and breaks into a run.
Long, powerful strides take Wash ¾ of the way across the Squared Circle and leaps forward, turning to aim her beauteous backside at Cassava for a crushing Hip-bwung! with a heave of her generous juggs Cassava curls her up to a seat on the top buckle leaving Jasmine's buns to cringeworthy clash against the padded steel. Jas stops herself from screaming out, but fans could hear a muffled howl suppressed behind gritted teeth. J-Dogg halts a faceplant with a wide, crooked stance and with a grip of the ropes. This turns out to be a pitstop to a much harsher destination; Cassava unknots her legs from the steel post then scoots back to roll off the bowed Jasmine, grabbing the Hotlanta hottie behind the head as she does to turn her descent into an unpleasant Double Knee Facebreaker.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynP8QV2dmCE
Washington reels from the blow banging the back of her head against the top buckle. That hits the off switch to her legs, the badass dropping to a seat in the corner with legs akimbo. Cassava kips up to raucous cheers, half are for the Iowan, half are for what’s coming next. Cassava hits the gas and flashes along the ropes to the corner. Cassava points to a smug Kylie, earning some boos “This one’s for you!” The BMD beats feet back to Jasmine and rattles her braincase with a side of cake.
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The Buns of Mass Destruction champion’s right glute hits Washington’s cheek with the force of a charging bull. Cross-eyed, Jasmine’s head whiplashes over the bottom buckle before she sinks deeper into the mat, now resting against the leather pad. Cassava adjusts her hips and rears back to give the traitor an up close and personal look at her gold-bearing buns. Face DEEP in cake, Washington flails as Onika swishes her hip like a stripper on speed. FAWN refs are encouraged to give extra time for this crowd-pleasing spot, but this variation is based on some risqué belly dances that send Onika’s juggs a jiggle in such a mesmerizing way, even a professional of Craig Long’s level spends a few Mississippis staring. So Jasmine’s tour of Twerk City ends when the champ says it does.
In turn that means it ends when Kylie says it does and Sanders is thoroughly enjoying watching Cassava butt-scrub J-Dogg’s face raw. Ky is oddly not alone in her ‘YES!’ chant as a beaming Onika works her twerk for a good dozen seconds before Long breaks out of his spell and asks the BMD to put an end to her fun.
Cassava shows some disappointment, the Superfan wanting to continue as long as the Platinum Pixie prefers. Her mood lightens when she sees Kylie motion for her to pin Jasmine and finish her part of the retribution, Sanders no doubt with something in mind for her former partner after the three count.
Cassava grabs Washington by an ankle and drags her to the middle, cavewoman-style. She drops next to Jasmine and mounts her in a full body pin, Cassava’s rack dwarfing J-Dogg’s as she presses tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jasmine resuscitates with Craig’s hand on the way down for the third slap, pushing out from under her foe to shove a shoulder up.
A disbelieving Kylie hits the canvas in frustration. She runs her fingers through her silvery bob.
“You have to be kidding me, Long.”
Craig holds up two fingers, proving he’s not.
Cassava also lifts a hand, trying to calm her would-be future lovebug, but Sanders isn’t interested in letting Long get away with the slow count. She hops to the apron to make her point, Craig confronting the FAWN original, demanding she return to the floor. As the argument foments, the voice of reason is the BMD.
“I’ve got this,” Onika assures, drawing the greasy-faced Dogg up by her ebony locks, Jasmine in a butt-induced stupor, swaying dumbfounded in front of Cassava.
The Fangirl ducks her head between the trembling thighs of Wash. She wraps her arms around the back of Jasmine’s thighs and vaults the former member of Hot&Bothered off the canvas, ready to make Jas eat some Upside Down Cake, especially galling whenever the Dogg woke up due to the infringement on her own Ass Backwards Driver.
Cassava holds Jasmine suspended, draped down her back, not wanting to drop Washington on the crown of her skull until Kylie is paying attention to her and not the official.
“Kylie…KYLIE,” she pleads for her GOAT’s interest.
Finally, she draws the Pleasant Valley Pariah’s concentration, but only as a wriggling Jasmine slips loose of Cassava’s grasp, sliding down her foe’s back to the floor and pulling Onika over with her in a delayed Sunset Flip.
With Jasmine on her backside and Cassava stacked on her shoulders in a matchbook between Washington’s extended legs, Onika’s cake pointed to the rafters instead of atop J-Dogg’s face, Long breaks away from his dispute with the legendary traitor, diving beside the combatants and slapping the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Cassava writhes frantically but the usually bottom-heavy would-be BFF is weighted down by her booty being topside and…
THREEEEE! passes Cassava by with her shoulders firmly planted to canvas.
A barely aware Jasmine pushes Onika away, Cassava somersaulting to her haunches, eyes wide with disbelief. Her face falls into her hands while an agape Kylie glances between Cassava, Jasmine and Long, otherwise paralyzed by the catastrophe.
As Long jumps to his feet, Kylie tries to interrupt him, stuttering a series of ‘no’s, but Craig motions for the bell and receives it.
As Jasmine butt-scoots to a corner, in a degree of incredulity herself, the ring announcer clarifies the decision.
“Your winner…by pinfall…J-Dogg…Jasmine Washington!”
The Platinum Pixie dives through the ropes and gets in Long’s grill.
“You stole that. You stole that from me!”
Long throws up his hands. “That was three, Kylie. Clear as day.”
Deciding discretion is the better part of valor, Long takes his leave, slipping through the ropes, dropping to the floor and heading for the hills.
Her initial focus of blame departing, Sanders turns her gaze to the rising Cassava.
“What the hell is WRONG with you? Why didn’t you feed her the Cake? Are you stupid?”
A deflated Cassava casts her eyes downward, devastated something so close to being perfect went so wrong.
“I can’t deal with this incompetence,” Ky screams. “You had one job to do to become part of my team and you fucked it up. Get the hell out of my face!”
Sanders shoves Onika’s shoulders to punctuate her anger, the BMD stumbling back a couple steps, looking like a whipped puppy at being dressed down by her adoration.
The Fangirl turns and mopes to the ropes, slipping through and turning to face Ky, hoping to get some words of support akin to ‘we’ll get her next time’, but instead the raging Hawkeye takes it as a slap in her face.
She rushes to Cassava and shoves her off the apron, Cassava flopping to the floor, dropping to her bountiful booty. Propped on her palms, Onika looks up at the red-faced Sanders to receive her pink slip when Kylie shouts.
“YOU’RE FIRED!”
The already grumbling FAWNatics let loose with a bevy of boos while a teary-eyed Cassava pushes to her feet and trudges, heartbroken, up the ramp, passing into the backstage area with the crowd jeering her horrible former boss.
But the tone of the throng changes significantly, catching Kylie’s ear.
Ky turns and sees a wobbly Wash approaching. She charges only for the Badass, using her weapon of choice, to spin into her Rear End, the blast from J-Dogg’s cheeks ripping Kylie off her feet and POUNDING her into the deck, the back of Ky’s skull colliding with the canvas.
Rear End ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEFvAjqn7M8 ) 00:19
Jas hovers over the splayed Sanders, shaking some senses back into place then reaching down and collecting her former partner by Sanders’ bruised braincase. The Dogg rips the Hawkeye to her feet and ducks her head between the slender ivory thighs of FAWN’s Most Hated.
Effortlessly lifting Kylie with a grip around her foe’s legs, she drapes Sanders’ frame down her back. Jasmine lets the crowd savor the moment for a few precious seconds before plummeting to her booty, SPIKING Kylie’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood, an unconscious Sanders spreading into a starfish behind the seated Badass, Ass Backwards Driven for the third consecutive Pay-Per-View!
A grinning Jasmine wipes her hands dramatically to show a job VERY well done. She hops to her feet, looking more her Badass self by the second, and scrapes the dust from her boot soles onto Kylie’s carcass.
The joy of the crowd pulsating around her, J-Dogg leaves her yard to the broken chew toy Kylie had been made for the final time. She was someone else’s problem now.
And a clue as to whom that would be doesn’t take more than a tick of the clock after Jasmine disappears behind the curtain to show herself…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
Nerdcore rap blasts through the speakers of the arena. FAWNatics recognize it instantly and greet it with a loud, but mixed reaction. The first time Cassava’s been confronted with anything other than overwhelming positivity. The reason for this is her controversial corner woman for the night; her hero, idol, and obsession, Kylie Sanders.
CASSAVA ONIKA
KYLIE SANDERS
The Superfan and The Pleasant Valley Pariah break through the curtain. Cassava is a bundle of nerves, clapping her hands harshly to hype herself up and jumping up and down. She’s like a kid on Christmas morning crossed with a woman on trial for her life. The former Vanilla Chill beside her is caught between yelling predictions of Jasmine’s humiliating defeat under Cassava’s superior back porch and threatening Da Man’s peons to give her fangirl some love. They do, but not because Kylie told them. Speaking of, The New Media Mistress starts punching the air then launches into a jumping spin kick that whiffs above a startled Sanders’ hair. The giant screen above them displaying a chibi anime version of the FAWN fresh meat; smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters, the entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. Dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, a red bra visible through the thin fabric, keeping her large breasts from flashing the fans as she bounced to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of white booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights). If Kylie has noticed the tributes to her past in Onika’s looks, she hasn’t commented on them yet.
“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!!”
Kylie lightly slaps Onika on the shoulder and points a finger in her face, “This is your shot! You take that spayed bytch down, you’ll be on the fast ticket to joining Hot & Bothered.” Onika nods vigorously, “I’ll do it, Miss Sanders! I’ll Hip Check her out of the building and back to developmental where she belongs!”
With the two lightweights setting down the ramp, Cassava has her eyes dead set on the ring with giddy determination but extends a hand to slap the palms of the many fans that reach out. They may dislike her choice of idols but the FAWNatics don’t hold it against the Online Sensation. Said idol, Kylie Sanders, won’t go near Da Man’s army. Not that they were let down, the fans hated the former babyface with a passion and weren’t shy about sharing it. Reaching the ring, Cassava bounds up the steel steps and sits on the middle strand and pushes up the top making a gap for Sanders to step through. As she does, the former Vanilla Chill pats Cassava on the back, the slight tush from her obsession makes The Superfan break out in gooseflesh.
Before she heads to her corner Cassava reaches into her cleavage with two fingers, she pulls out some note cards and hands them to the announcer. Giving it a quick once-over, he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest, raising the microphone to his lips he heralds, “Accompanying Cassava Onika; A Television champion. Lightweight champion. Two time Tag team champion, uncrowned in her first run due to interference by management. Intercontentiantal champion. Wwooorrrld Chaampioonnn!!!” The announcer really puts some jazz on the high point of Kylie’s or what would be any wrestler’s career. Kylie is smiling wide at the announcer’s introduction. Finally, some proper respect.
He continues, “She holds the FAWN record most matches and wins. The top merchandise mover for multiple years. A FAWN Wrestler of the Year. Has been on the cover of Gladiatrix over 20 times. Has a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Iowa. Has beaten Emily West more times than anyone else in history. She brushes three times a day...”
As the announcer keeps going… and going, Kylie’s happy expression turns to bewilderment. She shifts her questioning gaze to Cassava, who has her eyes closed and is mouthing along with her prepared intro for her heroine.
“She has a holiday named after her in Pleasant Valley. A future Hall of Famer. She upset the gameboard of The Black Court. The founder of Hot & Bothered. Her best friend is from Nnnnnice, France! A goddess of the harvest. The cream in your coffee. The Ace in the deck. The perfect medium between cute and sexy. A cold scoop of Vanilla on a hot day. The Platinum Pixie, Kyliiiie Saanderrrrrs!!”
As the announcer began to speak Kylie’s name, Cassava spins her right fist at the elbow, and as he finishes Cassava jumps forward with the momentum of her arm, throwing up a triumphant fist into the air to cap off the retelling of Sanders’ storied career. This blatant display of fangirlism gets them some polite, to genuine cheers from the audience. The first Kylie’s received in years!
As if determined to cut off any show of positive emotion for FAWN’s Most Hated, however momentary, Jasmine V’s soft melodic ’That’s Me Right There’ fills the arena bowl and the crowd’s collective gaze turns to the upper stage.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
J-Dogg, off the chain, pushes through the curtains and sets herself in the middle of the stage, looking more than ready to chart her own course without ‘Karen’ Sanders holding her back. And if the lunatic fringe, encapsulated in Cassava Onika, wants to stick her tiny bootie in the Dogg’s business she’ll end up with some bite marks.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
Wash is dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ). Dogg angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks ( i.imgur.com/YEaJV9G.jpg ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
The Dogg Pound, previously small, has grown considerably with the ejection of Kylie from her yard, not that Washington seems to care one way or the other. As Jas heads down the ramp, the barking begins, the FAWNatics opening their arms and vocal cords, ready to accept the woman who stripped Vanilla Chill of her laughable street cred.
The gorgeous African-American grappler halts when she reaches the ring and points at Cassava’s back-up.
“You REALLY want to mess with me again? Bytch you takin’ the crazy pills again.”
Jasmine turns her attention to Cassava as she strides up the steps, swooshing her hips and backside until she reaches the top. She hesitates, keeping the corner between herself and the Platinum Pixie and her peon.
“And Miss BMD. What da hell wrong with you, girl. Ain’t no Buns of Mass Destruction. More like ‘Bytch Mussbe Dumb’ champion from that crazyass intro you gave. Get that leech outta da ring and I’ll come in there and kick that tiny, little set of cheeks.”
Lead ref Nick Castle asks Sanders to depart and a confused Kylie seems more than ready. Cassava rushes in front for her beloved to open the ropes wide as she did on the Hawkeye’s entry. Through the ropes but still on the apron, Kylie motions her former partner in and Jasmine takes her up. The ring announcer takes that as his cue.
“And her opponent…standing five feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 125 pounds. She put the Hot in H&B now it’s in Hotlanta’s Badass, the J-Dogg of the yard…Jasmine Washington.”
Jas swivels her badonka-donk through a pirouette, lifting a double-barreled, middle finger salute to Sanders then turning it on Cassava.
“I’ll teach you a lesson tonight, girlfriend. That little Vanilla Creampuff will teach you one later if you hang around her long enough.”
Jas heads for her corner, turning and leaning into the buckles, waiting for the bell to signal the ass-kicking to begin.
DING!DING!
Jasmine pushes off the top ropes into a march forward, arms open and ready to receive Cassava in an elbow and collar. Side eyeing Kylie at ringside she barks, “Time to bump your heifer simp out of my ring so I can deal with the Plathnium GrannyOOF!!”
Halfway across the ring before the bell finished ringing, Cassava snatches a chunk of J-Dogg’s hair with one hand and rapid fires forearm shots to the jaw with the other! A flailing Jasmine backpedals under Cassava’s assault, the Superfan’s teeth bared in a menacing scowl.
Threatening the Kylie Corps’ Queen is a huge trigger for the Iowan. When Jasmine’s back hits the strands, Cassava switches to softer targets and brings her forearm down hard on Jasmine’s pert chest, setting her precious puppies bouncing with each shot. Spitting with anger. Cassava yells in Jasmine’s face, “You ungrateful bitch! Miss Sanders dug you out of The Jungle and you betray her likeuRRK!”
Washington sneaks a knifehand through the storm of Onika’s blows and sinks it into the Superfan’s throat. Onika croaks and grasps at her neck. Now that she has some space, Jasmine swivels Cassava’s head back and forth with to CRACKing bytch slaps and shoves her away.
“I carried that has-been on my back since I debuted on the main roster! She was lucky I let her leech off my talent for long!”
Nearly nonsensical with anger Cassava leaps on top of Jasmine taking her to ground scratching and clawing at anything she can get her hands on! J-Dogg’s not taking this lying down, she’s giving as hard as she’s getting and jockeying for the dominant position. The two roll across the canvas in a vicious catfight in minute one of the match!
Kylie’s screaming at ringside, running over so she can be near the catball to back up her strange supporter if need be. Voice a bit gravelly from the throat strike, Cassava threatens the badass as they claw each other’s chests.
“You’re going to get a taste for cake tonight! They’ll need forceps to remove your face from my ass! I’m-hey! Let me go!”
Risking his life in the lion’s den, Craig Long wraps his arms around Cassava’s midsection and lifts her off Washington. Carrying 125 pounds of menacing Youtuber, the official sets her down several feet away turning so he was between the two battlers.
“This is an official match, not a brawl backstage. If you two don’t settle down I’m throwing this match out.”
As Cassava explains how this was an appropriate reaction to an assault on a living icon, Jasmine sat up near the ropes brushing her hair out of her face and fixing her askew ring togs.
“Damn bytch is crazy… it’s like I’m fighting that fat chick from Misery. Gakk!”
Never take your eyes off the vanilla that is no longer chill. Sneaking up in her blind spot, Kylie seizes her former protege by the follicles and chokes her on the bottom cable. Leaning in close to Jasmine’s gagging face, Kylie whispers, “Feel good about stabbing me in the back now? I just replaced your ass with a better one. And this knows how to treat a legend.”
Kylie releases Jas and drops to the mat just avoiding the referee’s gaze. He sees a redfaced Jasmine coughing on the mat and connects the dots, but until he sees Kylie doing it, his hands are tied.
Sounding like she’s coughing up a lung, Jasmine ladders up the ropes and rests against the nearest set of turnbuckles. She massages her throat while she points at the official and yells in a raspy accusing voice “Are you simple minded? Do you not get that this Karen is sneaking shots at me or are you just too chicken shit to do something about-!”
Jas cuts short her diatribe when Onika sprints past the ref, The Online Sensation taking a running leap and twisting in the air to aim those glorious glutes at the Hotlanta badass. Jasmine dodges to the right just avoiding a Hip check that shakes the ring when it connects with the buckles. Landing on padded steel instead of her rival jars Cassava. She shudders in pain and grabs the adjacent cables to not rebound into a fall.
Washington presses her back to Cassava’s front and reaches behind to take some blonde and pink in hand to flip the Superfan onto her ass in a hairmare. With the level of cushion Cassava’s pushing the landing isn’t too painful, but the following kick to the spine sets her teeth to gritting.
Jasmine swings her kicking boot in front of the seated Cassava and swings back to concave her left breast with a heel. “Ahh!” The BMD falls flat to the mat clutching her abused tit, Washington high steps over her and swiftly climbs to the second rope then leaps to land a bombshell of a hip drop, threatening to push Onika’s chest out through her back!
Badass Bomb
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Washington keeps her perch on her opponent’s jubblies, grinding her bootyliciousness as she taunts Onika’s gasping face. “How does a real ass feel, bootlicker?”
One…
Cassava’s shoulders stay on the canvas, but the count stops dead. Jas whips a stern gaze to the ref and points to the bottom rope, wrapped in Cassava’s strong grip.
Jasmine lifts her backside, rising to a kneel before dropping her ass into Cassava’s midriff, forcing a burst of an exhale from the curvy BMD titleholder’s lips.
“Yeah,” Washington growls, “figures Wonder Bread would be teaching you all those chickenshit escapes. Those are half her moves.”
Jas rises, pulling a yipping Onika up with her by her golden and pink strands.
“And don’t even think you’re gonna use that Cake anymore,” J-Dogg adds. “You don’t get to use MY Ass Backwards Driver anymore. I’m the ONLY one with the trunk to pull that off.”
Wash cocks a right forearm and SLAMS an uppercut European-style into the underside of Cassava’s chin, snapping the head of the Kylie Corps’ last, card-carrying member. Onika keeps her feet if barely, wobbling on spaghetti legs. Her gut is skewered with a toe kick to the navel from Jasmine, doubling over Sanders’ disciple.
With Onika bent and vulnerable, Jasmine turns and races to the ropes. She rebounds from the rubber-coated steel and leaps with her right leg extended. Laying it over the back of Cassava’s neck on the way down, a fierce J-Dogg introduces the BMD’s face to the canvas with her Jazzasser.
Jazzasser ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU ) 00:36
Cassava absently flips to her back from the collision, enormous orbs heaving as she draws in deep breaths, the shellshocked Onika appearing as if she’s going to follow in Kylie’s footsteps in losing to the Badass. Washington dives atop her foe, hooking a leg in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Onika shoves Jas off, pushing Washington up to all fours in the process, showing there’s plenty of fight left in her. On the outside, a frustrated Kylie slaps the canvas, shouting at her latest fall girl to get off her ass and start pummeling the woman that stole her Chill.
Jasmine takes a long, smirking glance at Sanders.
“You traded class for ass, Wonder Bread. And it ain’t gonna do you no good.”
As Cassava rolls to her chest and slowly pushes to all fours, Washington take a leisurely stroll in a wide arc, finally coming back to Onika from behind. She walks up the BMD’s horizontal frame in a standing straddle, stopping when she reaches Cassava’s noggin where she crosses her ankles, locking on a standing head scissors, her thighs pressing against Cassava’s temples.
“I’m gonna make your face as flat as dat ass of yours.”
Jasmine scoops Cassava’s arms at the elbows, pulling the limbs high and wide as she straightens to full vertical. Beaming, she drops to her knees, CRUSHING the features of Ky’s puppet into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a scissored facebuster.
Scissored Facebister ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
Jasmine spins to a seat, forcing Cassava along for the barrel roll. They end with Onika on her back, shoulders pinned by Washington’s draping legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
AGAIN Cassava forcefully shoves a shoulder free of the mat, Kylie giving her peon a nervous ovation but insisting she get on offense. Easier said than done against a raging J-Dogg.
Jasmine raises her right leg and bring her heel down like a hammer into the cleft of Cassava’s considerable bosom. Wash back somersaults to her feet then lands a pair of stomps to Onika’s breasts, flattening with her boot sole one then the other the little she can.
Wrapping her hands around the head of the wincing Iowan, the Badass from Hotlanta yanks the BMD to her feet in stages. With Onika up, she captures one of the stooge’s arms, Jasmine wrapping it around the back of her neck. Jas slips her arms behind the thick thighs of her opponent, ready to launch Cassava up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex.
Northern Lights Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek )
But before J-Dogg can lift and deposit, Cassava thumps a series of piston-like right fists just below Jasmine’s ribs, shutting down the Dogg and using the premade front facelock in spectacular fashion when she lays out and SPIKES Washington’s skull into the canvas with an emphatic DDT.
Jasmine flips to her back, crashing down atop her spine after having the crown of her cranium dented by the strike. Flopping to a wide and dazed spreadeagle, the Dogg is ripe for the picking. However, a recovering Cassava is slow to take advantage despite her hero’s loud demands. Finally, the Superfan senses the opportunity in full and scoots to a crossbody pin, hooking Jasmine’s limp far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
This time it’s Kylie’s former partner staying alive, kicking free of the pinning predicament, Sanders instantly complaining to Long his count lives up to his name.
Turning her attention to the BMD, Kylie shouts at Cassava to put the hurt on her former partner and Onika is more than ready to meet any request of her hero.
She collects Jasmine’s head in her hands and slowly pulls the woozy J-Dogg to her feet, stuffing the lowered skull of Washington between her muscular if abbreviated legs.
“If you’re some kind of Badass, let’s see if you can handle a B.A.M.F.”
Cassava wraps her arms around Jasmine’s gulping midriff and shows the strength packed into her short but powerful frame, flipping J-Dogg in front of her as she lifts Jasmine over a shoulder, catching her foe on the other side in a crucifix position.
With Onika’s hands pressed deep into Jasmine’s armpits, Cassava responds to the pumping first of a delighted Kylie, lifting Wash above her shoulders. Onika falls forward, tossing the carcass of the Badass; Jas getting MF’d with the impact of the BMD’s signature blow.
B.A.M.F. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI )
A waylaid Jasmine slides to a stop, ending in a demolished starfish, Ky shouting at the splayed, semiconscious Washington.
“How ya like me now?” Ky shouts. Then, realizing it isn’t she who’d hit the massive move. “How ya like my BMD?”, Sanders adds, nodding at Cassava, no doubt sending a shiver down the Superfan’s spine.
Hopeful thought traverses Cassava’s mind as she corrals Jas to her feet, This is going so well! She pumps the broadside of her leg into Jasmine’s belly, doubling her over. if I win this, I’ll be one step closer to a polyamorous marriage between me, Kylie and Emily West!
Cassava takes Jasmine’s right arm and traps it under her left armpit, then reaches between The Dogg’s smooth legs and takes her left wrist in hand. Taking a page out of the She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named, Cassava yanks Jasmine’s arm into her own crotch getting a small sob out of the Hot & Bothered traitor. This was no Cyn however, Cassava pulls Jasmine up by the arm dipping her in the air before she’s pulled down and broken over The Superfan’s posted knee.
Pumphandle Backbreaker
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Washington slips off the knee into a bowed seat on the canvas before unspooling into a pain-filled sprawl in front of the genuflecting Iowan, Cassava surges into a jump and kicks her legs out to land a Splash across Jasmine’s gulping tummy. The limbs of the badass fly upward before flopping down, Cas snags the far leg and pulls it in for a pin.
One…
Two…
Jasmine gets a shoulder up but she’s lacking the zeal she had when the match started. Kylie isn’t pleased but the ball is rolling in her favor.
“Just a speedbump, Cassy. Keep on her!” Cassava smiles wide and whispers gleefully into Washington’s grimacing face, “I’m at nickname status!”
Though preoccupied with agony, this idiot expressing excitement to HER… makes Jasmine groggily comment, ”What is wrong with you?”
Cassava pulls her up by the ears while she answers, “Nothing, I just know to appreciate my blessings.”
She cracks a forearm into Washington’s cheek to pacify her before Irish whipping the now solo bothered hottie to a nearby corner. Jasmine’s on a one-way track to a bruised sternum from the turnbuckles when she ramps up her running speed and leaps to the top rope! Snapped to the air by the cable’s elasticity Jasmine twists mid-air and turns into Atlanta Airways. Her thighs shut around a shocked Onika’s face and send her on a rollercoaster ride with a truly fantastic hurricarana.
The world blurs for Onika as she’s sent head over heels into a strange and nasty landing. Cassava's back and rear colliding with the buckles high enough that in her spasms Cassava's legs hook around the steel beam by the ankles. Trapping her in what the wrestling community refers to as a tree of woe.
The crowd becomes unglued at this 1 in 1000 happenstance. On hands and knees, Jasmine looks over her shoulder to see Cassava upside down with arms and breasts drooping toward the mat, and grins. She slowly rises, gloating at a nervous Kylie, who has two handfuls of her own hair tugging in nervousness.
“She’s been around you for two minutes and already has your shit luck.” Jasmine stalks over to the trapped Cassava, working some kinks out of her back with little stretches, wincing as she does, “Erh! Bitch is gonna pay for this.”
Onika’s eyes stop spinning in her skull. She realizes the ring and the sky has switched places and legs are tied in a knot around the post. The bottom-up booty battler gets her fingers on the second ropes and begins a slow crunch of her abdomen to right herself, “damn it, ow! Dammit!” Jasmine cracks an overhand onto Onika’s back, then whips back down the weave, the midpoint of her foe’s shoulders banging against the middle buckle.
“You stay right there, faux-ass, you’ll get loose when I allow it.”
Jasmine raises her palms overhead and slaps them down hard on the underside of Cassava’s tits. The dyed blond shrieks and crosses her arms over her goodies to protect them but eats a boot to the face that straightens Cassava flat against the
turnbuckles. Jas marches away from her future crashpad and circles the perimeter of the ring, lightly slapping at her right butt cheek to tease the Dog Pound into clapping to the sexy beat. She’s normally not into playing with Da Man’s peons…
…but there are always exceptions. Washington races across the canvas at full speed and spins into a face-bashing hip check, ROCKING the BMD hard enough it shakes Cassava out of the Tree of Woe. It’s a sliver lining in a very dark cloud as Onika drops to the canvas in a daze from the Badass Booty Bounce.
Kylie’s head drops on the outside, chin falling to her chest in disappointment and things go from bad to worse for both Pleasant Valley natives. Wash gives Cassava a swift kick in the ribs, sending the curvy piece of sexual chocolate a barrel roll away from the corner. Judging the distance favorable, J-Dogg climbs the buckles and turns to face her bootylicious foe, standing atop the uppermost padding.
Jasmine gestures to Sanders with a wave that’s a confluence of beauty queen and gang signs from the Mean Streets of GA. Leaping from her penthouse perch, Jas pivots into an airborne 180-spin, NAILING the prone Onika with her Jazzy Jump.
Jazzy Jump ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3PnOnkrFJU ) 00:07
Cassava jackknifes under the ring-rattling impact, her far leg plucked by the covering Washington who turns and leans her back into the considerable chest of her counterpart and replacement for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The BMD proves she’s as durable as her fantasy BFF, shoving Washington off enough to eek a shoulder off the canvas before Long’s third slap. It’s close enough to a pin Kylie hops into the air in fear and sighs deeply when Craig skips to his feet and shows only two raised fingers.
The look of disappointment on Jasmine’s face fades quickly. She rises to a standing, reverse straddle of the Fangirl’s midriff. Dipping, she folds Cassava’s legs in a figure four then pulls them toward her.
Ky screams at her curvaceous minion to break loose, but when Jasmine lifts the legs and spins Onika onto her abundant bosom it’s too late. Jas has her Hotlanta Clutch secured.
Hotlanta Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPHttH4BXpg )
J-Dogg leans forward with her foe’s captured, knotted stems, adding to the torture of her foe’s legs with a back-breaking arch to her fellow African-American’s spinal column.
Cassava yelps in pain as Washington works her anguish-inducing magic. Kylie moves to the floor in front of her busty helper, demanding Onika reach her. The wincing, misty-eyed Fangirl bites her lower lip and digs in, crawling inch by painful inch toward the Platinum Pixie, no ache enough to halt her from meeting her beloved’s demands.
“Get dat ass over here,” Ky screams. “And I’ll give ya a smooch,” Sanders adds, seemingly understanding what’s driving Cassava more than the BMD realized.
It’s incentive enough for Cassava to slowly but surely make her way to the ropes despite the growling Jasmine’s best efforts to make her give in. Onika gets SO CLOSE to finally wrapping a palm around the bottom cable when Wash stops the forward progress and starts dragging her away.
Showing she’s got the making of a future manager, perhaps following in Portia’s footsteps, Sanders stretches under the bottom rope as far as her vertically-challenged frame will allow and clasps hands with Cassava. Not immediately aware she’s in a tug of war with her former partner, Jasmine loses the battle to “Wonder Bread”, Ky yanking Cassava the rest of the way to safety, drawing the curvy competitor close enough Onika can exchange her grip on Sanders’ hand to one curling around the lowest rubber-coated steel strand.
Kylie barks at Long, insisting on an immediate break even as Craig threatens her for cheating. Before the ref can get on the Dogg’s case, Jas has already released, letting Cassava’s abbreviated gams fall to the canvas. But instead of backing away, the furious Dogg forgoes any further attack on Cassava, deciding to deal directly with the bytch she’s un-Chilled.
Wash baseball slides under the ropes beside the face down BMD, her boot soles CRASHING into Kylie’s chest. The Platinum Pixie is sent flying backwards, only returning to earth a step in front of the metal barricade behind her, then crashing into said steel before sliding down to pool beneath her silvery bob. Arching in pain, hand reaching for her lower spine, Kylie doesn’t notice Jasmine’s not yet done with her former partner. Joining Ky on the outside, Jas sinks her nails into the scalp of the FAWN original.
Washington draws the former Vanilla Chill to her feet and delivers a stinging backhand chop to the blonde, a grimacing Kylie rocked back on her tiptoes, arms pinwheeling to stay standing.
Sidling next to her former partner, hip to hip in the same direction, Jasmine scoops Kylie off the arena floor. For a moment, it appears a side suplex is on the way for the Hawkeye, but J-Dogg has something more painful in mind. With Kylie’s legs elevated, Jas pushes next to the barricade and drops Sanders the way she’d risen, this time the top of the steel barricade splitting her slender, ivory thighs, ramming DEEP between. Kylie shrieks in agony, riding the steel pipe at the top of the divider, a smirking Jasmine getting the better of her former partner yet again.
As a mewling Sanders straddles the metal tube, the big-booty cavalry arrives, a furious Cassava evacuating the ring and charging Washington from her blindside. But Jasmine apparently has eyes in the back of her head. She pivots into a super kick, catching Cassava under her chin. The fireplug wobbles through a pirouette but remains upright.
J-Dogg goes back to the well and it’s still full. She lifts Onika in the same manner as Sanders, only with the Onika pointed in the opposite direction, so when Cassava’s thikk thighs are parted by the top of the barricade, her face is pointed toward that of her crush. Cassava and Kylie ride the rail together, the eyes of both women eyes brimming with tears from the ache of their throbbing crotches.
Moving to the apron to create some space, Jasmine charges and hits a dropkick to each, one boot a piece. The superfan and the object of her affection fly into front row laps to the delight of the recipients.
Sanders lands in the clutches of a pair of fit, middle-aged British women holidaying in the states, wearing some vintage London Run t-shirts. In their drunken states drunkenly cuss out the teary-eyed Kylie in a devastating manner only sloshed Brits can achieve, booze spraying from their lips onto Kylie’s face as they berate and insult her life’s choices.
Cassava’s landing was much better by comparison. Across the laps of comely Irish twins, long time fans of the young lioness’ online shows. They gently pat their support on Cassava’s legs and shoulders, urging her to “get back innit!” Unaware of her idol’s distress, Cassava pulls herself to a seat on the delight ticket buyers wiping a hand across her face to clear her eyes when Washington snags her by the follicles and pulls Onika into the circuit outside the ring, making sure to scrape Cassava’s whole body, from eye’s to thighs on the top of the guardrail before stopping at her ankles to suspend the Superfan like bridge.
Jasmine exchanges her hair hold for a chancery, “Maybe after I spike your head on the pavement I’ll knock some sense loose.” Jas quite literally chokes up on her grip and starts to lean back when Cassava shows some life and slips her ankles off the railing to kick off the steel with her bare soles. Caught off guard, Jasmine stumbles back but keeps the chancery intact. It turns out to the Dogg’s detriment, with her feet on solid ground Cas wraps her arms around Jasmine’s waist and barrels forward catching the middle of Jasmine’s back on the apron’s edge.
“Rraahhh!”
J-Dogg howls out, eyes wide and arching her back she drops the hold on Onika’s neck to tend to her new pain. Airways unrestricted, Onika pulls back and rams Jasmine into the ring again, and again, and again! Fourth time’s the charm, Jasmine’s legs buckle and she takes a messy seat on the padded cement before tilting to her side, face scrunched in a brutal grimace. The BMD takes a moment to roll into the ring to break the count before rolling back out, not to resume the offense but to pull Sanders away from the browbeating fans and carry her bridal style to a seat on a set of steel steps. Cassava rubs her obsession’s back with one hand cooing, “Stay here Miss Sanders I got this.” Kylie’s too shaken from the pain in her center and the psychological threshing she just endured to respond.
Cas slithers into the ring on her belly as Jasmine crawls in like an old mutt, the Superfan’s repeated attacks on her vertebrae having slowed her recovery time.
Gritting her teeth Jas powers to verticality, grunting, “I’m gonna ride that bytch’s face extra hard for this,” just before spying a charging Onika in her peripheral vision. The Hotlanta badass whirls around with a surprise clothesline ”Gotcha!” but Cassava ducks the scythe escaping to Jasmine’s six secures a waistlock.
The Social Media Superstar’s leg muscles flex hard hoisting Jas into the air, fans start to worry they’re about to see a strongstyle backdrop and burst into laughter at the most powerful Atomic Drop they’ve seen in some time!
Jasmine’s tough mystique shatters under the onslaught of agony that radiates from Cassava’s knee compacting her coccyx. Wailing, Jas bounces off the posted joint with hands massaging her abused buns. The hobbled Dogg waddles aimlessly in a rough circle back to Cassava’s clutches, the fearsome fangirl works her head under Jasmine’s right and takes her around the waist again.
Onika whispers “That was for Kylie,” she lifts Jasmine till she’s parallel to the canvas then genuflects as she SLAMs the traitor’s crotch on her posted knee, “that was also for Kylie!”
Jas felt some major Schadenfreude when she introduced some steel to the Iowa Idiots’ undercarriages and, in this moment, she felt the tiniest bit of regret… and nauseating waves of pain radiating from south of the border. Hands instantly between her legs Jasmine bounced off Cassava’s knee and backpedals on unsure steps before slowly tilting to the mat like a cut redwood. Down at the steel steps, Kylie raises a weak fist, still shook by the guardrail getting to third base, “Yeah! Beat her ass! Ow…”
The tiniest amount of approval shines like the sun to Cas, with a bright smile on her face she turns and drops an elbow to the base of Washington’s neck and unloads a barrage of punches to her face and forehead.
Ref Craig Long is swift to intervene, “no closed fists, Cas!” Cassava responds in a heartbeat “Got it!” Dragging Washington up to her full height by the hair before planting her back down with an emphatic Standing Bulldog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_M1FSOreBE
Casssava kips up (mainly to impress Kylie) takes the Dogg by the wrist and pulls her up into a Full Nelson. Pressing Wash’s chin tight to her chest she walks the Hotlanta badass to the corner, every few steps jolting her rival’s buttocks with a knee thrust. Hatefully, she whispers into Jasmine’s ear, Cassava telling the future.
“With me at her side, Kylie’s going to become a world champion again and lead this company into the future. And you'll be begging for ring time in the JungeRRRK!”
Getting her timing just right, Jasmine swings a heel behind her striking Cassava’s off button, steel sore from her encounter with the railing. J-Dogg thrusts her arms down, breaking the nelson and slugs the Superfan in the gut, doubling her over. With a growl, Jas hoists Cassava onto her shoulder and carries her the rest of the way to the corner, pressing her in close and tying her legs into another Tree of Woe.
Jas slaps an open palm into the center of Cassava’s shorts making her yip and shudder violently, “You are too stupid to see that Karen’s time is up. I should put both of you out of your misery tonight.”
With a parting boot to the gut, Jasmine runs to the diagonal corner, a noticeable hitch in her giddyup.
Spying the worried has-been at ringside she can’t help but rub Kylie’s nose into another loss, albeit by proxy, blowing the red-faced former Chill a kiss. When she reaches the corner,Jasmine points a finger at her unworthy opponent, “I’m about to destroy your whole world,” and breaks into a run.
Long, powerful strides take Wash ¾ of the way across the Squared Circle and leaps forward, turning to aim her beauteous backside at Cassava for a crushing Hip-bwung! with a heave of her generous juggs Cassava curls her up to a seat on the top buckle leaving Jasmine's buns to cringeworthy clash against the padded steel. Jas stops herself from screaming out, but fans could hear a muffled howl suppressed behind gritted teeth. J-Dogg halts a faceplant with a wide, crooked stance and with a grip of the ropes. This turns out to be a pitstop to a much harsher destination; Cassava unknots her legs from the steel post then scoots back to roll off the bowed Jasmine, grabbing the Hotlanta hottie behind the head as she does to turn her descent into an unpleasant Double Knee Facebreaker.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynP8QV2dmCE
Washington reels from the blow banging the back of her head against the top buckle. That hits the off switch to her legs, the badass dropping to a seat in the corner with legs akimbo. Cassava kips up to raucous cheers, half are for the Iowan, half are for what’s coming next. Cassava hits the gas and flashes along the ropes to the corner. Cassava points to a smug Kylie, earning some boos “This one’s for you!” The BMD beats feet back to Jasmine and rattles her braincase with a side of cake.
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The Buns of Mass Destruction champion’s right glute hits Washington’s cheek with the force of a charging bull. Cross-eyed, Jasmine’s head whiplashes over the bottom buckle before she sinks deeper into the mat, now resting against the leather pad. Cassava adjusts her hips and rears back to give the traitor an up close and personal look at her gold-bearing buns. Face DEEP in cake, Washington flails as Onika swishes her hip like a stripper on speed. FAWN refs are encouraged to give extra time for this crowd-pleasing spot, but this variation is based on some risqué belly dances that send Onika’s juggs a jiggle in such a mesmerizing way, even a professional of Craig Long’s level spends a few Mississippis staring. So Jasmine’s tour of Twerk City ends when the champ says it does.
In turn that means it ends when Kylie says it does and Sanders is thoroughly enjoying watching Cassava butt-scrub J-Dogg’s face raw. Ky is oddly not alone in her ‘YES!’ chant as a beaming Onika works her twerk for a good dozen seconds before Long breaks out of his spell and asks the BMD to put an end to her fun.
Cassava shows some disappointment, the Superfan wanting to continue as long as the Platinum Pixie prefers. Her mood lightens when she sees Kylie motion for her to pin Jasmine and finish her part of the retribution, Sanders no doubt with something in mind for her former partner after the three count.
Cassava grabs Washington by an ankle and drags her to the middle, cavewoman-style. She drops next to Jasmine and mounts her in a full body pin, Cassava’s rack dwarfing J-Dogg’s as she presses tight for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jasmine resuscitates with Craig’s hand on the way down for the third slap, pushing out from under her foe to shove a shoulder up.
A disbelieving Kylie hits the canvas in frustration. She runs her fingers through her silvery bob.
“You have to be kidding me, Long.”
Craig holds up two fingers, proving he’s not.
Cassava also lifts a hand, trying to calm her would-be future lovebug, but Sanders isn’t interested in letting Long get away with the slow count. She hops to the apron to make her point, Craig confronting the FAWN original, demanding she return to the floor. As the argument foments, the voice of reason is the BMD.
“I’ve got this,” Onika assures, drawing the greasy-faced Dogg up by her ebony locks, Jasmine in a butt-induced stupor, swaying dumbfounded in front of Cassava.
The Fangirl ducks her head between the trembling thighs of Wash. She wraps her arms around the back of Jasmine’s thighs and vaults the former member of Hot&Bothered off the canvas, ready to make Jas eat some Upside Down Cake, especially galling whenever the Dogg woke up due to the infringement on her own Ass Backwards Driver.
Cassava holds Jasmine suspended, draped down her back, not wanting to drop Washington on the crown of her skull until Kylie is paying attention to her and not the official.
“Kylie…KYLIE,” she pleads for her GOAT’s interest.
Finally, she draws the Pleasant Valley Pariah’s concentration, but only as a wriggling Jasmine slips loose of Cassava’s grasp, sliding down her foe’s back to the floor and pulling Onika over with her in a delayed Sunset Flip.
With Jasmine on her backside and Cassava stacked on her shoulders in a matchbook between Washington’s extended legs, Onika’s cake pointed to the rafters instead of atop J-Dogg’s face, Long breaks away from his dispute with the legendary traitor, diving beside the combatants and slapping the canvas for the…
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TWO…
Cassava writhes frantically but the usually bottom-heavy would-be BFF is weighted down by her booty being topside and…
THREEEEE! passes Cassava by with her shoulders firmly planted to canvas.
A barely aware Jasmine pushes Onika away, Cassava somersaulting to her haunches, eyes wide with disbelief. Her face falls into her hands while an agape Kylie glances between Cassava, Jasmine and Long, otherwise paralyzed by the catastrophe.
As Long jumps to his feet, Kylie tries to interrupt him, stuttering a series of ‘no’s, but Craig motions for the bell and receives it.
As Jasmine butt-scoots to a corner, in a degree of incredulity herself, the ring announcer clarifies the decision.
“Your winner…by pinfall…J-Dogg…Jasmine Washington!”
The Platinum Pixie dives through the ropes and gets in Long’s grill.
“You stole that. You stole that from me!”
Long throws up his hands. “That was three, Kylie. Clear as day.”
Deciding discretion is the better part of valor, Long takes his leave, slipping through the ropes, dropping to the floor and heading for the hills.
Her initial focus of blame departing, Sanders turns her gaze to the rising Cassava.
“What the hell is WRONG with you? Why didn’t you feed her the Cake? Are you stupid?”
A deflated Cassava casts her eyes downward, devastated something so close to being perfect went so wrong.
“I can’t deal with this incompetence,” Ky screams. “You had one job to do to become part of my team and you fucked it up. Get the hell out of my face!”
Sanders shoves Onika’s shoulders to punctuate her anger, the BMD stumbling back a couple steps, looking like a whipped puppy at being dressed down by her adoration.
The Fangirl turns and mopes to the ropes, slipping through and turning to face Ky, hoping to get some words of support akin to ‘we’ll get her next time’, but instead the raging Hawkeye takes it as a slap in her face.
She rushes to Cassava and shoves her off the apron, Cassava flopping to the floor, dropping to her bountiful booty. Propped on her palms, Onika looks up at the red-faced Sanders to receive her pink slip when Kylie shouts.
“YOU’RE FIRED!”
The already grumbling FAWNatics let loose with a bevy of boos while a teary-eyed Cassava pushes to her feet and trudges, heartbroken, up the ramp, passing into the backstage area with the crowd jeering her horrible former boss.
But the tone of the throng changes significantly, catching Kylie’s ear.
Ky turns and sees a wobbly Wash approaching. She charges only for the Badass, using her weapon of choice, to spin into her Rear End, the blast from J-Dogg’s cheeks ripping Kylie off her feet and POUNDING her into the deck, the back of Ky’s skull colliding with the canvas.
Rear End ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEFvAjqn7M8 ) 00:19
Jas hovers over the splayed Sanders, shaking some senses back into place then reaching down and collecting her former partner by Sanders’ bruised braincase. The Dogg rips the Hawkeye to her feet and ducks her head between the slender ivory thighs of FAWN’s Most Hated.
Effortlessly lifting Kylie with a grip around her foe’s legs, she drapes Sanders’ frame down her back. Jasmine lets the crowd savor the moment for a few precious seconds before plummeting to her booty, SPIKING Kylie’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood, an unconscious Sanders spreading into a starfish behind the seated Badass, Ass Backwards Driven for the third consecutive Pay-Per-View!
A grinning Jasmine wipes her hands dramatically to show a job VERY well done. She hops to her feet, looking more her Badass self by the second, and scrapes the dust from her boot soles onto Kylie’s carcass.
The joy of the crowd pulsating around her, J-Dogg leaves her yard to the broken chew toy Kylie had been made for the final time. She was someone else’s problem now.
And a clue as to whom that would be doesn’t take more than a tick of the clock after Jasmine disappears behind the curtain to show herself…