Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2022 23:51:48 GMT
The camera feed cuts away from the (in)famous FAWN arena to the bright and beautiful coast of Florida! Wanting to capitalize on the success of the special event hosted by FAWN and the Daytona Beach fighting Circuit held some time ago, Bethany Christain decided to make the next match in Molly and Cassava’s series a classic beach fight with modern stipulations. This will be a No Disqualification match within the sand and surf parameters: anything you would reasonably find at the beach the wrestlers could use as a weapon, items have been arranged throughout the combat area for our gals to stumble upon. The loser of this match will be buried up to their neck in sand and be smothered by the victress with no time limit.
Let’s cut to the players.
Wiggling her toes in the soft, warm sand under the shade of the canopy tent, Cassava tried to steady her breathing. Her last bout against the dread pirate Molly O’Cannon ended quite… badly, to say the least. Humiliated, stripped naked, and tied to the steering wheel of the floating ringship The Buccaneer’s Booty. Piling on that moment of shame was Commissioner Bethany Christain giving Molly a future BMD title shot as revenge on The Online Sensation for the leaking of one of the Commissioner’s early matches. A disastrous penthouse loss to the Beach Fight Commissioner Glenn Close(no relation). Of course, the HBIC never said this publicly as she couldn’t definitively prove it was Cassasa (it totally was) but such minor things as evidence and workplace conduct clauses never stopped Bethany before.
Thankfully the title shot was booked far enough in advance for Cassava to either even the mental playing field or risk going 0-2 against the busty brunette. Molly accepted Onika’s bid for a rematch but Bethany worked her well-manicured fingers into the mix again making the match a beach fight, stacking the odds in Molly’s favour once again.
That old bitch still doesn’t know who she’s dealing with, the voice in Cassava’s mind as cold and alien as it always is when concerning the past tormentor of her idol Kylie Sanders. The BMD champ takes another meditative breath to get focused and starts some pre-match stretching, ignoring the snaps and clicks of the cameras of the wrestling press invited to the Gorilla position by Bethany. They photograph her delightful curves before they become marred and bruised by the upcoming beach battle. Her favourite gold two-piece now residing in one of Molly’s treasure chests, her fighting togs for today, was a pink two-piece that frames her ample upstairs and downstairs beautifully.
CASSAVA ONIKA
Done with stretching Cassava slaps her palms lightly on her cheeks(the ones on her face) and declares “Time to get my shine back!” and whips open the curtains as her song starts playing.
KICKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
“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!!”
A bright and bushy-tailed Cassava looks out on a sea of fans separated by ropes to make a path in the sand leading down to the open beach. Launching into some ritualistic mock karate Onika cuts the air with fists and kicks, finishing the display with a roundhouse kick that turns her back to the audience. With a flourish, she drops it low and makes her cheeks clap to a roaring and appreciative audience. After a brief but terrific twerking The BMD champ sets off toward the beach, hi-fiving her fans along the way.
O’Cannon has a rather large fanbase as well to Onika’s discovery, on her way down the slope she’s stopped cold by the sight of two intricate fan signs. One held by bookish looking female fan is a cutout of an embarrassing Gladiatrix spread of Cassava tied to the Buccaneer’s Booty’s steering wheel, the picture connected by an axis to a gripping handle. With the tug of a string, the photo spins wildly making Cassava’s stomach roll remembering the constant spinning of the apparatus by Molly or Ms. Smee’s hands. The other was held by a man with a long ginger beard, a hinged 2D rendering of a treasure chest. When you opened the lid a picture of Cassava’s bare ass peeks out, scrawled across her buns “Property of Captain Molly!”
“Points for creativity.” The Superfan mumbles and finishes her walk to the reserved section of beach property, she lets the appointed official check her for foreign objects as if she could hide anything in what little coverage she has. Cassava gazes over the seaside, noting the placement of various lounge chairs, pails, and toys she could use to teach Molly the laws of the land.
After Cassava is checked by the official and starts wandering around the beach area, Metallica’s “Whiskey in the Jar” begins to play.
METALLICA - WHISKEY IN THE JAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsrvmNtWU4E
The FAWNatics cheer as the Captain and her first-mate come out from behind the curtain. The slender blonde leads the way as the busty brunette dances a jig across the beach. She stops at the ropes holding back the FAWNatics in attendance, arms in a circle above her head Molly yells. “OOOOOOO’CANNON!” throwing her arms down the FAWNantics roar back “BOOM!” Ms. Smee jumps a little at the BOOM!
Molly wears a black bikini, the top triangles straining to hold the Pirate as she walks, on each breast is a skull and crossbones. Molly carries wears her red sash around her waist, a rapier and pistol tucked in, just in case. She forgoes boots or pads for the beach battle. Ms. Smee is also in a black bikini, with a bandana, and a strip of sheer black cloth tied around her waist.
Molly O’Cannon:
Ms Smee:
Before stepping out to the fighting area Molly hands over the pistol and rapier to Ms. Smee for safekeeping. Molly does her jig out onto the beach, the ring announcer says, “From the High Seas, she stands 5’5” weighing in at 134 pounds…Molly OOOOOO’Cannon!” The Crowd offers another BOOM! More of the crowd joining in this time. Molly moves to her corner smirking at the fans, “Ye’re all fools!” Looking across the beach at the pink-clad Booty Queen, Molly sneers, “Prepare to set sail in search of Booty.” The Captain has a distinct New York accent, and gives Cassava a wink, “Yer Golden Bikini is still on board if ye ever be wanting it back.”
The Beach match is a different setting, no ropes to work, and no turnbuckles, which is a great detriment to Cassava's usual style. The silver lining, there's no rolling ship to have to deal with. Molly looks around and smirks, “So many trinkets laying around for our use, where to start?”
Cassava’s eyes narrow, she knows about the specifics of a beach fight much more than she knew what to expect out on the Buccaneer’s Booty. Still, this wasn’t a normal match by any stretch. One similarity to their first match though was the heat, Cassava didn’t think it was possible, but it might be hotter her on the beach than it was on the ship, and both Cassava and Molly are sweating before the match even begins.
The referee was not one of the normal FAWN group, but then again the only role for them was to start the match and declare the winner. Well, and they were kind of responsible for keeping things on the beach or in the shallows of the ocean. Molly and Cassava both stretch a bit and the man acting asks both if they are ready, after getting nods from both he yells, “FIGHT!”
Cassava drops her hips going into a ready crouch, while Molly reaches into the crowd and still a final drink from some sap and then moves out for action. Cassava can’t help herself, “This time I’m going to sink your battleship.”
Molly grins, “Ye always tryin to be funny.”
Cassava replies, “This coming from a Pirate with a New York accent?”
The sand slows both women down a bit, it’s very hard to launch a quick attack moving at two-thirds your normal speed, so the sturdy pair come much closer and lock up collar and elbow. The lighter Cassava holds her place in the sand, as buttocks shake and breast sway. The pushing and pulling turn them in a circle, but neither can seem to break through the other’s defence. Cassava looks for an opening when she feels Molly’s hand leave her elbow and quickly move to her breast. The Pirate pushes up the Iowan’s jugg and lets it drop just as quickly. Cassava doesn’t feel any pain, but she does feel the hard pull on her bikini top as it tries to contain her large breast.
Molly grins, “Yer top seems a bit flimsy.”
Cassava gives the Pirate a hard shove, but it only moves Molly back a step as they break apart, Onika glaring, “Hands off, Popeye.”
Molly shoots her other hand in and does the same to Cassava’s other boob. Again the Pirate doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt Cassava, but the jerk on the bikini as the heavy breast falls causes it to loosen more. The Milk Chocolate Mauler now a little embarrassed at Molly’s tactics shoots forward driving a shoulder into O’Cannon’s belly and tackling her to the sand.
The pair roll around on the sand, trading the top position several times before Cassava gets a foot on Molly's stomach and shoves her away. Both combatants scramble to get to their feet, the crowd cheering as the woman of 1000 hip checks wins. Cassava swings her body around and catches Molly with a buttock to the face knocking Molly back to the sand.
The Captain rolls over getting to her hands and knees, The BMD champ isn’t in front of her though. Cassava moving as quickly as she could on the manicure sand got behind Molly and throws herself onto the Pirates back. The Pirate stays on all fours, but that only allows Cassava to wrap her thighs around Molly’s waist and lean back pulling Molly up on her knees as Cassava sits on the sand. Reaching up Cassava hooks both of Molly’s arms into Chickenwing holds, pushing the Captain’s big knockers out even further.
Molly is trapped in the interesting hold, but it’s not really that painful until Cassava starts rocking her arms causing Molly to turn side to side. Now it’s the Captain’s big boobs swaying and pulling on a way too thin bikini top. The crowd roaring as Molly’s juggs slosh side to side.
The unique Beach fighting move causes Molly’s breast to slip free, which just increases the amount of motion they can have. O’Cannon doesn’t look as fun-loving at the moment and manages to yank one arm free, then the other. Cassava not liking the new position unwraps her legs and pulls both feet back, placing the soles of her feet on Molly's White ass and shoving the Pirate into the sand face first.
Cassava’s kips up, a tad unsteady on the sand but it still gets a cheer from the crowd. She does a quick adjustment to her top before Placing her hands on her hips and bending low at the waist, giving the camera a great angle of her cleavage as she talks down to Molly who’s spitting out grit, “You ready to fight now or want to keep catting around? I’ll take you either way.” The curvaceous Captain slips her cannonballs back in their holsters with one hand as she spits the last of the granules from tongue and teeth. Molly gets up and makes a show of testing her swimwear; lightly tugging on the tip of the triangles causing a mini-earthquake on her chest, “Our last skirmish says otherwise, bucko. My cannonballs crushed your barnacles, and I left handprints on your ass. How bout you lie down and I’ll put you out nice and sweet?”
Cassava stifles a snort and approaches slowly, arms out for another lock up, “Fat chance of that happening, ‘matey’.”
The buxom brawlers meet again, their sweaty bodies ‘SLAP’ing together in another Elbow and Collar. O’Cannon and Onika get real close, grinding their foreheads together in a bid for dominance, less technical-minded wrestling fans have their attention focused a few inches south to watch two pairs of JMD class chests roll and push off each other. The competitors seem to have a bit of rivalry there as well, the pirate and the content creator putting a lot of fast shoulder work to scrub and mushroom the rival pair. Cassava gets the first real point getting Molly to wince when her nipple flicks across the pirate’s. Giving another shimmy of her gurls Cassava says, “Feels like there’s a little sag in your sails,” she takes a quick step forward and arches her back to give Molly a double push of her breasts, “maybe it’s time to set anchor for some R’ and Reergh!”
Molly moves a hand to Onika’s chin and pushes it up, exposing the BMD’s smooth neck. Using her new grip Molly slowly backs Cassava toward the coastline, the sand growing wetter and wetter with each step, she growls with a grin, “I’ll be taking an extended rest on that nose of yours before this battle’s over, landlubber.” The dread pirate Molly O’Cannon roughly palms that chin as forces the Milk Chocolate Mauler back. Her toes digging lines of furrows in the sand, Molly’s gonna end this match quickly with a salty bath for this bottom-heavy slattern. It looks like Cassava doesn’t want a swim yet; The Online Sensation bears down and stops their trek, elbowing away the hand at her jaw- Jugg Scrub! Molly uses the whiplash of Cassava’s head from removing the Chinhold to guide her into The Captain’s pale décolletage. Gripping Onika by the blonde and pink tresses she gives her a guided tour of the Splash Mountains. Scrubbing her back and forth across the expanse of her bosom before shoving Onika in deep, pressing her probocis against Molly’s sternum.
O’Cannon grips her elbows for extra crushing power. A whine drifts out Cassava from deep within the Mariana Trench, with a hearty laugh Molly taunt,” If ye be waning a taste all you had to do was ask, not plunge you noggin in,” Molly rolls her shoulders to an angry grunt from The Superfan, “I am a fair and dainty lass after all.” The haughty seadog had more to say but Cassava chose to pause the conversation. Grabbing the brunette by the back of the knees Cassava upends the pirate and tumbles over her with a sunset flip; O’Cannon’s head and shoulders scatter sand on impact, while not as hard as the ring it’s not pleasant. Molly’s grunt of pain is snuffed out Onika’s bodacious backside landing on her face with the force of a boxer’s punch and the accuracy of a fencing master, O’Cannon’s nose parts The BMD’s cheeks like the Red Sea. Free of the Front Sleeper, Onika breathes deeply of the fresh ocean air as she presses down on the back of Molly’s knees and rides out her struggles. She makes sure to clench her cheeks in tune with each slap of the beach.
ONE!
TWO!!
Molly manages to get two hands on Cassava’s rear and shoves her off! Roles reversed from moments earlier, The Superfan digs a trench in the sand with her face while Molly gets up. Dipping her hand into a pool of seawater Molly scrubs at her face till it’s clear of Onika’s sweat. Kylie’s Number One Fan starts to rise from her sand hill when O’Cannon reaches over and takes a handful of blond and pink hair, “I’ll be making ye pay that thrice over, yeOOOW!!”
SMACKSMACK
Molly shrinks back holding her trembling chest, freshly spanked by a pair of yellow, plastic trowels meant for digging holes in the beach. Cassava found the happy discovery in her recent trip to the ground and whirls them in her fingers like a quickdraw in the Wild West.
"Come here, Molly! I'm going to bury that treasure chest of yours!"
Molly gives her gurls a comforting squeeze and lowers into a grappler's crouch, "I'll bury those spades where the sun don't shine after I've kicked those potato sacks up on your shoulders!"
Cassava gets a little heated and with a scowl beckons Molly closer with the trowels, "Can't do it from over there, Dread pirate D-cup. Let's go!"
“That’s Dread pirate Double D-cup to you lubber,” Molly smirks.
Molly's no lillyliver and charges Onika like a raging bull, but the Superfan dodges the tackle like a matador. Pivoting on a foot, Onika lets Molly rush past her, giving the Captain a stinging swat on the ass with the mini-shovels. The brunette yelps, and palms her stinging stern, O'Cannon whirls back to Cassava angrily just get a CRACKing slap in the face with the back of a trowel. Experience tells Molly to put up a boxer's guard instead of palming the red welt on her cheek, the buccaneer charges forward taking at least a dozen shots on the arms to get close to Cassava and trap her arms in a tight Bearhug.
Molly takes on a rakish grin as she tries to squeeze the squirming Superfan like a tube of toothpaste. Hiking her cargo up so the tips of Cassava's toes trail lines in the sand, Molly shakes Cassava side to side while amping up the pressure, not relenting the finest bit till the dyed blonde's numb hands drop the plastic trowels. O'Cannon awkwardly carries Onika farther away from the tide to where the beach is hot and there are more toys to play with, after a truncated headbutt to water Cassava's eyes, Molly jaws "You think you're safe just cause we're not on my ship? I'm going take everything you have and make you shine my boots before you kiss them."
Molly hurls herself back throwing Onika overhead with a Smith-worthy belly-to-belly suplex, sending the bottom-heavy battler soaring across the turf into a crash landing that digs a crater into the beach. Molly's about to launch into a running Splash when Ms. Smee's voice rings out from the crowd.
"Captain! Over 'ere!"
Molly turns her head and seeing what was in her lieutenant's hands, smiles with malicious intent. Back in the crater, Cassava’s spitting out grit and rubbing sand out of her eyes. "Ptoo! Ptoo! Ughhh….You damn treasure Island fanfic!" disliking the thought of being literally blindsided, Cassava hurriedly gets with fists ready to fly at nearest sound.
Crack! "Oww!"
Cassava violently shudders and clutches her left breast, her nipple struck with uncanny precision by a beach towel soaked in the salty sea! Molly pulls the towel taut in her hands, which when unfurled is revealed to be FAWN merchandise, an image of a younger Chrissy Daniel on her back, thrusting out the proud bosom that haunts Kylie Sanders and Shea London's nightmares.
"Let's see if that hull of yours stands up to some cannon fire!!
Cassava circles with an unsteady gait around the cocked and ready pirate. Most of the sand is out of her eyes but she still has to squint to keep the massively mammarried Molly in her vision, "You'll be able to tell up close and personal like when I'm sitting on Crack! OOWuhh!
Molly strikes again, this time hitting Onika dead-center of her belly button. The Young Lioness doubles over and O'Cannon bounds past to Onika's Six O'clock; welting the dyed blonde on her hip and right buttcheek, then focuses her fire on Onika's wonderfully bulbous backside.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The marvellous Captain Molly herds Cassava up the beach from where the surf meets turf to where people work on their tans. Using years of shower time antics with Ms. Smee and the crew, Molly uses the towel to give Cassava the lashing of her life! Up and down her sides, back and belly and always returning to her ass, Molly has set a personal goal of being able to read her name across the ASStacular One's cheeks in brail.
“OW! OW! OW! OOWW! That’s it!!”
Sick of these shenanigans; Cassava snatches the towel mid-strike and the two beach battlers are in a high stakes tug of war. Their feet shift in the sand as the wrestlers pull the material taut between them and traverse the landscape in circles, Molly and Cassava trading the high ground with each turn. Biceps flexing, Cassava goes into a deep crouch as she gives the makeshift rope a deep dug, her bare feet plowing two trenches in the beach, “Should have kept to the yacht and ship fights, Molly. The beach is my jurisdiction.”
Molly O’Cannon mirrors The Superfan’s position, the tip of the towel tickling the skin above her cleavage as she draws her fists full of cotton fabric close to her chest, “Ye be mistaken lass, the beach is mine, and you’re about to be my beetch!”
The two pull so hard, spectators think the towel may rip in two, and it could have if Cassava hadn't suddenly let go. O’Cannon’s strength no longer balanced by an opposing force, the pirate snaps back with a yelp into an improvised backroll. Molly comes out the sudden gymnastics banging her head against the side of an unusually large cooler, the kind brought in for beach concerts and terrible seaside weddings. Molly tenderly holds the back of her head with eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream, she deals with the fireworks going off behind her eyes as Cassava runs up and opens the cooler. The Superfan removes a cold water bottle and runs to the official, thrusting it into his hands, she yells “I need your help, pour this!”
The zebra looks asea as Cassava turns her back and administers a self wedgie, baring her perfect cheeks with a makeshift thong. The BMD puts her hands on her knees, thrusting out her beautiful backside to the dumbstruck official. She yells over her shoulder, “Pour, dammit!”
The official’s startled out of his lustful stupor and fumbles with the cap, getting the bottle open he turns it over and crystal clear water drenches The Buns of Mass Destruction to rowdy hoots and hollers from the surrounding crowd. Onika chirps "Thanks!" Then drops her wet butt onto the beach, and pivots in a circle on her hands and heels. FAWNatics look at each other confused, wondering if the enthusiastic young lioness spent too much time in the hot sun, but when Cassava stands and runs back to Molly with her rump covered with a coarse coating of sand, a realization comes over the crowd and they start hooting and hollering for the innovation. The sparks behind Molly’s eyes start to subside and her vision clears just in time to see Cassava pivot mid-stride to aim her battle-trained booty and ram it into the pirate’s face!
O’Cannon thinks ‘Not again!’ as her head is mashed between the greatest ass in FAWN and the large cooler. A muffled groan vibrates through Onika’s lower body and The BMD grins, “Being in the ocean all time probably makes you ill-equipped for a Sandstorm.” Her hips swivel in tight but fast figure-eights; the smothering pressure of the Booty Pop, the uncomfortable grinding of the cooler, and the sand scratching her skin and stinging her eyes, Molly’s in hell and wants to breathe in the fresh, salt air of the sea instead Cassava'd sweat and Kylie Sanders’s 2007 perfume, Crushable.
HIP ATTACK 15- SANDSTORM
youtu.be/BuwkOnwwL2s?t=626
Cassava jokingly asks O’Cannon’s irate Quartermaster, Ms. Smee, “Are there any famous pirates that wore a mask? Cause your Captain’s gonna need one after I rub her face off.” This being a beach fight, the standard Five count doesn’t apply to most actions, meaning Molly has to endure the scrapescrapescraping of Cassava’s regionally crafted facesit for an internal count of 15 before the dyed blonde steps away with a flourish. Molly’s face is red from suffocation and friction burns with a thin dusting of sand covering her from chin to forehead. The besieged privateer sags onto her elbows and crawls forward on her elbows, her eyes shut and water from invading grit she calls for help, “Ms. Smee! I can’t see, I need water!”
Her crewmate is already prying a bottle from a gawking landlubber before Molly finishes her order, unfortunately, Cassava gets to the busty, blind brunette first. “Lemme give you a hand, Cap’n Crunch.” She takes Molly by the back strap of her bikini top and slips her fingers through the leg holes of the Captain’s bottoms. Cassava deadlifts her overmatched opponent to below her hips, O’Cannon yelps feeling her swimsuit saw into her tender areas as she sports a brand new thong and her top is the one wrong move away breaking under the weight of the pirate’s pulchritude. Cassava swings Molly in wide circles, the FAWNatics building tension with each rotation with a growing “oooOOHHHH!!!” Finally, Onika hurls her quarry a good three feet away before O’Cannon plows through a large, exquisitely detailed sandcastle.
The Victorian-style castle is demolished by the human battering ram that is Molly O'Cannon, she turns a manifestation of a great day at the beach into a shapeless lump of sand. On the boardwalk, hapless FAWN referee Merle dressed in zebra-patterned swim trunks and carries a shovel and pail, he hangs his head forlorn at the destruction of his artwork. Former FAWN tag team Champion and statuesque redhead Desiree Dunbar, dressed in a purple one-piece with a DEEP cleavage cutout, places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and stares darkly at Cassava. Violent plans forming in her mind…..
"Today's a great day!"
Onika happily muses as she rearranges objects placed around the beach, strategically placing a cloth tanning chair in one area and uprooting a beach umbrella on another and a bag of volleyballs a small distance ahead of O'Cannon, who's on her knees as the official and Ms. Smee wash her eyes out by slowly pouring bottles of water on them. Cassava isn't the biggest fan of the Captain, but she's not going to risk her going blind. The second Molly's in the free and clear to compete however, Cassava plans to keep the momentum rolling and feed her an extra-sized serving of cake.
“Ahh…Hhahh.. I think that’s enough,” Molly lightly pushes Smee’s and the referee’s hands away and gives her red eyes a few testing blinks, Molly’s vision is a bit blurry but still a vast improvement over dirt in her eye. Captain O’Cannon stands, assuring the ref the fight can continue while gently rebuffing Ms. Smee’s worried ministrations, “Don’t Mother Hen me now, Smee. I got a crew to lead.”
The Buccaneer’s Booty second-in-command points behind Molly with alarm “Look out Cap’n!” Molly whirls around seeing a sprinting Cassava leap forward and gracefully kickoff the armrest of the tanning chair to launch herself at the pirates, stretching out horizontally mid-air the Asstacular one bowls over Molly AND Ms. Smee with a crossbody. The chesty brunette and the slim-fit blonde collapse under the flying Onika, making a shallow crater in the beach. The Online Sensation's large chest presses into O'Cannon's like a plus sign while her legs flatten Smee's significantly smaller pair. Onika quickly motions for the ref and holds down O'Cannon's wrist trying to pin them both at the same time, the referee slaps the turf.
ONE!
TWO!
Molly and Ms. Smee kick out at the same time, bucking Cassava off and sending her rolling in the dirt behind their heads. Cassava gets up adjusting her misaligned bikini, delighting millions of viewers and justifying the cost of the PPV. "I can't think of any more puns at the moment, so I'll go with an industry standard. Stay down, and I don't have to hurt you."
A frustrated O'Cannon wearily pushes off the beach as Ms.Smee crawls away, tired of being in the action. She brushes some grit off her backside sending ripples through her cheek meat. "Ya don't have the stomach to do me in. You're soft, just like that fat ass of yours."
Cassava’s fists tighten and she has to restrain herself from distorting into a snarl, “I think we need to get to know each other better because that’s dead wrong, I think your opinion of my ass will change when I’m sitting on your face for the rest of the night.”
Molly extends a foot and points her big toe into the beach, using it to literally draw a line in the sand, ”Well ya can’t do it from over there. Enough stallin’, these people want some action! Maybe after I'm finished jugging you out on land, we'll drag your carcass back to me ship for another spin on the wheel.”
Memories of her nude body being strapped to the steering wheel of The BB flood Onika's mind and she's running at Molly fueled by rage. Kylie's Number One Fan's about to cross the line when Molly's cracks a backhand chop against Onika's front bumpers; she wails and hugs her chastised chest, the magnificent Molly gives another backhand, Cassava's beautiful boobs are guarded so she hits the Iowan's face, whipping her head to the side. O’Cannon goes for the trifecta with a forehand when she doubles over with a pained exhale, Onika launched a sidekick that buries her foot in the surprisingly pale woman's gut.
Taking Molly by the ears, Cassava draws her closer and forces Molly to place her hands on the ground or get sand in her teeth. Cassava hops over Molly’s head into a straddle of her back, making sure to get two groping handfuls of pirate booty to steady herself. Sliding her hands to Molly’s bottoms, Onika pulls the material like she’s performing a magic trick; her mount shudders and screeches feeling her makeshift thong saw up her privates as The Superfan yells, “Gimmick Infringement!” She throws herself between O’Cannon’s legs sending the two into a flip; Cassava forward- Molly backward, slamming the sea captain into the beach with her own move.
GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT: KEELHAULED
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Molly lands breathless with arms over her head weighed down by Onika’s stems and large breasts sloshing to her chin, the brunette’s legs are spread wide and kick aimlessly by her ears. Onika loops her arms tight around Molly’s middle and digs her chin into the fork of the pirate’s thighs and hums through the counting of the referee. Molly endures 2 and a half seconds of Cassava’s pleasing, disorienting vibrations before she bucks free, bullying out of Cassava’s clutches to topple onto her front between the ASSassin’s legs. Cassava reaches over to give Molly’s glutes a taunting spank that SMECKs across her glutes, “Betcha regret having this fight on land, huh?” Cassava lifts O’Cannon to her knees in stages, then gets under her to threads an arm between O’Cannon’s legs and one behind her neck. To cheers from the FAWNatics and jeers from The Buccaneer’s Booty’s crew, Cassava rises with the privateer strewn across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry; Cassava’s going to win this match in style with her idol’s finisher.
The booty queen of FAWN trots in a circle showing off her prey to the cameras, “Ya’ll ready for this? PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVERagH! Uhh!” Molly starts pumping elbows to the side of Onika’s head, the dyed blonde holds firm through the first two but the next three jelly her grip. Molly slides down Onika’s back and takes her from behind with a Waistlock; she hoists the worrying content creator, Cassava tries to break Molly’s grip but can’t do it in time- “Yoww!” Cassava gets some Shiver in her Timbers as her tuchas is driven onto Molly’s posted knee. Onika bounces off the O’Cannon and waddles forward with teeth clenched, digging her fingernails into her palms to keep from massaging her ass in an attempt at dignity. A hand grips the back of Cassava’s bikini bottoms and uses it to reel the Milk Chocolate Mauler back, baring ¾ of Cassava’s moon and getting a “COPPERTONE!!” call from the audience.
Molly spins Cassava around and shoves her into a tight Headsicssors, she sees Cassava’s bikini hanging low on her hips, “Lemme help you with that,” and violently drags it to the middle of the Iowan’s back, paying back Cassava two or three times over with a revenge wedgie. Molly hikes the material so far up she can hold it with her teeth as she loops her arms around Cassava’s waist and flips her up to a seat on the Captain’s shoulders. The camera broadcasts Onika’s whole, bare butt to the viewing audience before Molly drives the FAWN Fanatic into the ground with a Powerbomb. Molly stumbles back and takes a deep breath, drawing the whole of the fans’ attention to her chest, and pulls Cassava off the beach into another Headscissors, when The Superfan gets up the people see she leaves behind a surprisingly sexy crater. O’Cannon hups the booty battler onto her shoulders again and throws herself back and Onika face-first into the dirt with a reverse Powerbomb, Molly lays on the beach, gulping air and gathering her strength while Cassava seems dead to the world, backside twitching.
HOIST THE MAINSAILS
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Sweat and sand cover both women’s bodies as they both push up from the sand. The sun beats down on them almost as much as they beat on one another. Molly makes her way from behind the rising Iowan catching Cassava in a waistlock, with a tug O’Cannon tightens her grip. The booty champ gasps as her tummy is constricted, but her eyes go wide as she’s lifted off the ground. The Captain arches her back, what starts out looking like a normal German Suplex has the fans aghast when Molly hangs on to Cassava rotating her over to land face-first into the sand.
THE MARY READ
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The Booty Buccaneer holds her bridge for a moment before rolling to the side leaving Kylie’s number on Fan face down in the sand, her boobs bulging out the side as they are compressed. Ms. Smee cheers Molly on from the sidelines, “Very Good Captain! She is nothing compared to you.”
Molly doesn’t acknowledge her first mate, as she stands and walks back using sweat-soaked blonde and pink hair to peel Cassava up off the sand to her knees. The Pirate gives the Iowan’s cleavage a few swats, in the jest of removing sand sticking to her skin. The Milk Chocolate Mauler winces, but then reaches out grabbing both of the Buccaneer’s boobies and pulling her closer Onika rams her head into the brunette’s stomach. Not only is it a blow, but then Cassava arches her back with her head still pressed into Molly’s belly and flips the Captain over her to a back first landing in the hot sand.
Molly lands knees bent, her breast rolling around her chest as the wind is knocked out of her. Cassava then leans forward staying on all fours, her breast swaying under her as she tries to regain her breath as well.
The battle’s taking a toll on both thicc women, the crowd cheers Onika to get back on the attack. Not alone, but nearly so, Ms. Smee cheers her Captain on. Molly rolls over and begins crawling towards the BMD and with a quick motion, O’Cannon removes her own top and loops it around Cassava’s neck. Pulling back Molly begins to strangle the Iowan, Cassava’s eyes bulge as she claws at the fabric cutting off her air.
Fans boo, but the rules are very loose on the beach. Again the rules are tested as Ms. Smee runs out to the pair and snatches Onika’s top and with a quick yank frees Cassava’s large breast. As the blonde runs back to the rest of the crowd twirling the Booty Champ’s top above her head many do cheer her. Molly smirks, “Well Done Smee!”
Pulling back on the makeshift garrot O’Cannon forces Cassava to stand and she quickly transitions from the choking to a full nelson. The crowd looks on amazed as Molly begins twisting side to side making Onika’s big tits sway wildly. Cassava is more embarrassed than anything as her boobs bounce off each other and dance around her chest unsupported. Molly laughs, “I call this the Hangman’s Jig!”
More worried about how to turn the momentum Onika is relieved as Molly stops moving her around, which gives the BMD a chance to unleash her biggest weapon. Cassava pushes back into Molly, and then with a pop of her hips, the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s booty comes forward then SLAMS back into Molly’s lower belly and crotch.
“UUUMPH!” Molly grunts, as two more ass slams follow the first and Molly’s arms drop and Cassava pulls free. The FAWNatics roar at Cassava’s inventive escape. The Booty Queen turns and sends her bare foot into Molly’s tummy doubling the brunette over then moves to her side. Cassava reaches between Molly’s legs grabbing her left wrist and pulls it up into her crotch. Before continuing Onika smiles to the crowd and gives the moaning pirate a second slam to the womanhood before reaching over and hooking under Molly’s other arm before lifting and turning her foe over.
Once the Captain is in the air, Cassava lets her drop as the Iowan kneels on one knee and lets gravity deliver Molly down across Onika’s bent leg. After the Pumphandle Backbreaker O’Cannon flops off Cass’s thicc thigh to a heap in the sand.
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The crowd cheers as Molly flops on the sand, her huge breast rolling wildly. The Milk Chocolate Mauler falls backwards, she’s breathing heavy and sweat making her skin shine on the sunny Florida beach. The brunette rolls over and starts to push up but collapses back into the sand. Seeing the Captain in trouble, Ms. Smee grabs a bottle of water and runs out to her Captain, and pours out most of the contents of the bottle on Molly’s sweaty and sand-covered body.
The FAWNatics surrounding the fight boo and jeer the blonde first-mate, someone throws Casava a bottle as well, looking around the Iowan quickly opens the bottle, tossing the cap and downs half the water before she pours the remainder over herself. Onika tosses the bottle back to the fan and gives him a smile and nod, then turns glaring at the skinny bitch helping her opponent.
Ms. Smee rubs Molly’s shoulders and encourages the Pirate to get back into the fight. Its when the first-mate turns she sees the BMD champ flying towards her, Cassava leaps swinging around her mAssive weapon and blasts Smee in her modest bosom. Smee is sent flying landing in a heap on the sand, the blonde and pink battler stomps down on the Busty Buccaneer’s boob and then turns and heads off towards Smee.
The petite Pirate tries to crawl away, but Onika is too quick. Snatching a handful of blonde hair Cassava spins, she pulls Smee around and into a stiff forearm across her smaller tits. Smee cries out in pain, but then squeals as Cassava grabs the dark blue top and yanks it right off the pale blonde’s body. The FAWNatics cheer as Smee is exposed, but the first-mate pulls free and crosses her arms across her bounty and runs off.
Cassava grinning watches Smee run while trying to keep her modesty, but the distraction leaves Onika open. The Dread Pirate has recovered and coming up from behind the Iowan. The fans try warning Cassava, but the mass of noise is just that noise, Molly swings her hand up between her foe’s legs. It’s not just a low blow, O’Cannon clamps her hand on Cassava’s womanhood and squeezes.
“OOOHHHNNOOOO!” Cassava groans as she seems to go rubbery-legged, but remains standing as Molly has her frozen in pain. Molly’s fingers dig into the sensitive flesh and begin pushing the thin layer of fabric aside to gain more access to Onika’s sweet spot.
The Pirate pushes into the BMD champ and pushes her across the sand to a table and then forces Cassava to bend. Their large, naked breasts are crushed against the tabletop as Molly continues her attack on Cassava’s lower deck.
Molly whispers into her foes ear, “Time to lower yer colors, Ye’ve been boarded and taken.”
The ASSassin moans and huffs as Molly works inside her, but after biting her lip, Cassava shakes her head and refuses to give up the ship. Gripping the table with a steel grip, Cassava starts a wave of incredible tension that begins in her toe tips and neck and travels to her rump. Cassava Onika is the woman of 1000 Hip Attacks, and this is Number 117: similar to Bruce Lee's One Inch Punch, the booty battler explodes an extraordinary amount of force in extremely close quarters and bounces Molly off her person like the pirate’s shot out of a cannon!
Molly's sent into a tumble and kicking up dirt till she settles on her side some feet away. The busty brunette hugs her abdomen feels what MUST be a butt imprint on her rib cage, Molly mumbles hoarsely through a grimace as she rolls into her back, "What sea witchery is this?"
Onika slowly drags herself off the table and supports herself on wobbly legs, that rarely used weapon from her Hip Attack arsenal bought her time and space, but Molly’s dexterous digits played Onika’s flower like a Stradivarius and she’s too hot and bothered to take advantage. The melting Milk Chocolate Mauler turns her flushed face to the coastline and gets an idea. While O’Cannon slogs to her knees Cassava hobbles into the sea, the waves break around her ankles as the cameras zoom in on The BMD's undulating cheeks.
Molly stands up still massaging her abs and sees her soon-to-be won booty heading for open water, "Where arr you running to, honey buns? The fight's right here!"
With a gleeful smile, Cassava swings her hands down makes splashes in the water, the tide now bobbing around her thighs. She beckons the buccaneer to take a dip with both hands, “Whats a matter, matey? The Captain of the ship afraid to take a swim? Might be time for a mutiny!”
Molly's face goes stern. There’s to be no talk about mutiny, joking or otherwise. She beelines toward the insolent landlubber, who slowly retreats further into the deep in response, “I’ll spank yer ass raw and make you lick my treasure chest clean for that comment.”
Cassava raises an eyebrow and scoffs as Molly meets her where the water’s waist high and lapping at their shapely hips, “unless your name is Sanders, West, or most recently, Berge, that’s not happening.” She makes the first move; slipping past Molly’s half-raised guard to pop her in the mouth with a right hook. Molly returns fire with a wild swing that bloodies Cassava’s nose and makes her slosh back a step before she steels up and comes back with a left. The two women go back and forth with big swings, their naked tits jiggling in time with each punch and stagger. The FAWNatics on the beach has been won over by the ever-inventive Cassava today cheer each hit of the content creator while Ms. Smee and the crew of The Buccaneer’s Booty cheer each blow from their Captain. The seadogs are the minority by a wide margin so any celebration is drowned out by a sea of boos for the woman whose chest launched a thousand ships.
Cassava blasts Molly in the cheek, “YAAYYY!!”
Molly rattles Cassava’s teeth with a mean hook, “BOOOO!!”
“YAAYYY!!’ “BOOOO!!” “YAAYYY!!” “BOOOO!!” “YAAYYY!!”
Molly looks a bit rocked by that last knuckle duster; she blinks dazedly and her half-clenched fists slowly lower. Cassava sees blood in the water(quite literally, they’re both hard hitters) and unleashes a fusillade on the battered brunette, spanking Molly’s head back and forth with rights and lefts.
“YAAYYY!!” “YAAYYY!!” “YAAYYY!!” “YAAYYY!!”
“OWW!!”
Molly's hand lashes out with a viper’s speed and twists Cassava’s nipple like she’s trying to tear it off! Shrieking in pain, Cassava buries her nails into Molly’s wrist to save her teat but the pirate refuses to let go and uses the nub to painfully pull Onika into a thunking headbutt that makes the audience cringe. The power goes out in The Superfan’s brain and she gets dizzy and bobble-headed, forced to palm Molly’s juggs to keep standing. The Captain in question places her hands on an unresisting Onika’s bounty, “As long we’re getting friendly.” Molly puts Cassava’s melons through a domineering inspection; fondling, jostling, squeezing, and weighing them in her hands. Flicking Cassava’s dark nipples with her thumbs Molly muses “Ye have enough here to feed my entire crew, but I think I’ll keep ya for meself.”
The feeling of her breasts being pawed at inches Onika to wakefulness, unknowingly giving O’Cannon’s gurls a gentle knead, she lightly shakes her head and drools out a confused, “Whhaa?” Before the privateer’s bicep slaps across her face and nose, knocking her into the ocean with a close-range lariat. Onika’s limbs kick, thrash and splash in the sea as she tries to get her bearings; Molly dips her hand below the surface of the water and holds the booty battler’s head down, intensifying her thrashings. Back on the beach, the official worries he’ll have to end the match on a count of drowning when Molly pulls Cassava’s head out of the drink by her two-toned hair and taunts into her coughing face, “Betcha regret challenging a pirate to fight in the water, don’t cha? Seems mighty obvious in retrospecAAH!”
Cassava snatches some O’Cannon’s chocolate locks and nearly snatches her bald pulling her into the water. They battle underwater, brawling at full force as they roll among the seaweed before briefly resurfacing to scratch and claw just fall and plunge back into the sea to catball with the oncoming tide. For a long time, all the crowd and cameras see is a tangle of violent body parts bursting from a churning ocean, then an eerie peace where neither Cassava nor Molly are seen for a full minute. Some of the more anxious and heroic fans are kicking off their flip-flops for an aquatic rescue when The Superfan explodes from the sea with a loud, hoarse inhale of fresh air, dripping wet and wearing Molly like a backpack. With a leg sticking out over each shoulder, Cassava grips the seadog by the back of the knees while Molly dangles down the Mauler’s back. Once again far too close to Cassava’s cake for comfort, Molly places her hands above her captor’s hips and pushes herself straight like she’s a plank of wood Cassava bought from the hardware store.
Cassava coughs up a little seawater and bellows a warcry, “Blerk! Ugh… Here we go!!” and runs as fast she can go in the shallows back to land! FAWNatics are getting excited and rowdy, they feel a big finish coming, and the sight of Onika’s big, naked chest glistening and sloshing heading toward you will brighten anyone’s day. O’Cannon applies a pair of probing kidney claws to slow Onika down, but the Kylie-stan’s powering through and staying on course. Frustrated, Molly flattens a hand and repeatedly spanks Onika’s rapidly moving phat ass, yelling, ”What the hell arr you doing?!”
The dyed blonde takes the paddling as motivation, ramping up her speed as she steps onto the wet sand and charges deeper into the coast, “I’m winning this match! Land Hooo!” Cassava uses the soft sand to Tokyo Drift into an Airplane Spin, swiftly rotating one, two, three times before whipping O’Cannon off her shoulders and SLAMMING the pirate captain into the beach.
PLEASANT VALLEY SLAM
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O’Cannon feels her soul leave her body when she’s whipped to the ground. Spreadeagle in the dirt she rasps with each deep breath as she stares into the blue sky, soon obscured by Onika pouncing across her chest and knotting their arms around her head in an Anaconda Vice! Molly’s about to scream out whatever little oxygen she gained when she feels fire licking the nerve along her arm and shoulder when Onika pulls her face into the silky, mind-wiping embrace of her bosom, adding a fate sealing Front Sleeper to the mix!
SMOTHERED CHICKEN
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Molly’s legs fruitlessly kick in the sand as she slaps at Cassava with her free hand, but the Captain’s looking more like a swabbie. She’s on her last embers when Cassava cranks on the Vice, a high pitched yet muffled whine trickles from the Kylie-Stan’s chest before Molly’s hand drags down Cassava’s form and drops lifelessly into the sand. The referee lifts the pirate's arm checking for life but it's pure perfunctory. Onika gives the unconscious brunette a jugg scrubbing with each drop of her arm. One! Two! Three! He’s calling it!
DING! DING! DING!
As her name is broadcasted across the beach and throughout the FAWN arena, Cassa untangles the Anaconda Vice and gently slides Molly's head from her bosom and lowers it to the ground. Remembering the pirate’s victory lap from their last match, Cassava straddles O’Cannon’s hips and drops her chest onto Molly’s like a pair of hammers, grinding their superiority in before lifting them up and smacking them down again, repeating the hammer and grind several times before deciding she’s had enough.
Onika gets up and steps aside as several FAWN employees lift the ragdoll-Esque O’Cannon and carry her over to a pit dug hours before the fight. They lower the Captain into the shallow grave and quickly bury Molly up to her neck in sand, a safe distance away from the tide, of course.
When Molly wakes up it's still daylight, but she’s staring up at the moon, Cassava’s moon in fact. The BMD champ teasingly swishes her hips side to side as she runs her thumbs along the material of her bikini bottoms and gently pulls them up till Molly can see the ass that Lakeisha Bates fears in all its glory. Cassava taunts over her shoulder with a grin as she backsteps closer to the trapped pirate, “Your lucky I decided taking your swimsuit would be a step too far, trudging to your cabin on the ship buck-ass naked seems like it would put your leadership in doubt.”
Reduced to a lawn ornament, Molly tries and fails to come off as threatening, “Oh you’re talking big now but you ain’t seen the last of me! You hear me Cassava! I-No! StopmMMMPHH!”
Onika drops it low and gives Molly an up close and personal guide through the ABCs of twerking, a mistress of facesitting; Cassava could render the buried buccaneer unconscious quickly and efficiently before Molly had any real-time worry about her situation. The countless hours spent strapped to that steering wheel have Onika feeling less than charitable. So she makes sure O’Cannon has enough room to breathe, scream and eventually blubber and plead for mercy before Cassava gets her nose deep between her buns of steel finally sends the suffering pirate captain off to dreamland.
Cassava stands up, taking in the unconscious and drooling O’Cannon with a smile on her face, and lifts a bare foot. she ruffles Molly’s hair with her sandy toes, “Looks like we’re tied up, whenever you’re ready to come at me again we’ll settle this for good. And by settling this, I mean I’ll ride your face into you beg me to stop.”
The camera zooms in on Molly O’Cannon’s slack face before cutting back to the arena for the rest Heartbroken card.
Let’s cut to the players.
Wiggling her toes in the soft, warm sand under the shade of the canopy tent, Cassava tried to steady her breathing. Her last bout against the dread pirate Molly O’Cannon ended quite… badly, to say the least. Humiliated, stripped naked, and tied to the steering wheel of the floating ringship The Buccaneer’s Booty. Piling on that moment of shame was Commissioner Bethany Christain giving Molly a future BMD title shot as revenge on The Online Sensation for the leaking of one of the Commissioner’s early matches. A disastrous penthouse loss to the Beach Fight Commissioner Glenn Close(no relation). Of course, the HBIC never said this publicly as she couldn’t definitively prove it was Cassasa (it totally was) but such minor things as evidence and workplace conduct clauses never stopped Bethany before.
Thankfully the title shot was booked far enough in advance for Cassava to either even the mental playing field or risk going 0-2 against the busty brunette. Molly accepted Onika’s bid for a rematch but Bethany worked her well-manicured fingers into the mix again making the match a beach fight, stacking the odds in Molly’s favour once again.
That old bitch still doesn’t know who she’s dealing with, the voice in Cassava’s mind as cold and alien as it always is when concerning the past tormentor of her idol Kylie Sanders. The BMD champ takes another meditative breath to get focused and starts some pre-match stretching, ignoring the snaps and clicks of the cameras of the wrestling press invited to the Gorilla position by Bethany. They photograph her delightful curves before they become marred and bruised by the upcoming beach battle. Her favourite gold two-piece now residing in one of Molly’s treasure chests, her fighting togs for today, was a pink two-piece that frames her ample upstairs and downstairs beautifully.
CASSAVA ONIKA
Done with stretching Cassava slaps her palms lightly on her cheeks(the ones on her face) and declares “Time to get my shine back!” and whips open the curtains as her song starts playing.
KICKPUNCH BY ADAM WARROCK:
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“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!!”
A bright and bushy-tailed Cassava looks out on a sea of fans separated by ropes to make a path in the sand leading down to the open beach. Launching into some ritualistic mock karate Onika cuts the air with fists and kicks, finishing the display with a roundhouse kick that turns her back to the audience. With a flourish, she drops it low and makes her cheeks clap to a roaring and appreciative audience. After a brief but terrific twerking The BMD champ sets off toward the beach, hi-fiving her fans along the way.
O’Cannon has a rather large fanbase as well to Onika’s discovery, on her way down the slope she’s stopped cold by the sight of two intricate fan signs. One held by bookish looking female fan is a cutout of an embarrassing Gladiatrix spread of Cassava tied to the Buccaneer’s Booty’s steering wheel, the picture connected by an axis to a gripping handle. With the tug of a string, the photo spins wildly making Cassava’s stomach roll remembering the constant spinning of the apparatus by Molly or Ms. Smee’s hands. The other was held by a man with a long ginger beard, a hinged 2D rendering of a treasure chest. When you opened the lid a picture of Cassava’s bare ass peeks out, scrawled across her buns “Property of Captain Molly!”
“Points for creativity.” The Superfan mumbles and finishes her walk to the reserved section of beach property, she lets the appointed official check her for foreign objects as if she could hide anything in what little coverage she has. Cassava gazes over the seaside, noting the placement of various lounge chairs, pails, and toys she could use to teach Molly the laws of the land.
After Cassava is checked by the official and starts wandering around the beach area, Metallica’s “Whiskey in the Jar” begins to play.
METALLICA - WHISKEY IN THE JAR
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The FAWNatics cheer as the Captain and her first-mate come out from behind the curtain. The slender blonde leads the way as the busty brunette dances a jig across the beach. She stops at the ropes holding back the FAWNatics in attendance, arms in a circle above her head Molly yells. “OOOOOOO’CANNON!” throwing her arms down the FAWNantics roar back “BOOM!” Ms. Smee jumps a little at the BOOM!
Molly wears a black bikini, the top triangles straining to hold the Pirate as she walks, on each breast is a skull and crossbones. Molly carries wears her red sash around her waist, a rapier and pistol tucked in, just in case. She forgoes boots or pads for the beach battle. Ms. Smee is also in a black bikini, with a bandana, and a strip of sheer black cloth tied around her waist.
Molly O’Cannon:
Ms Smee:
Before stepping out to the fighting area Molly hands over the pistol and rapier to Ms. Smee for safekeeping. Molly does her jig out onto the beach, the ring announcer says, “From the High Seas, she stands 5’5” weighing in at 134 pounds…Molly OOOOOO’Cannon!” The Crowd offers another BOOM! More of the crowd joining in this time. Molly moves to her corner smirking at the fans, “Ye’re all fools!” Looking across the beach at the pink-clad Booty Queen, Molly sneers, “Prepare to set sail in search of Booty.” The Captain has a distinct New York accent, and gives Cassava a wink, “Yer Golden Bikini is still on board if ye ever be wanting it back.”
The Beach match is a different setting, no ropes to work, and no turnbuckles, which is a great detriment to Cassava's usual style. The silver lining, there's no rolling ship to have to deal with. Molly looks around and smirks, “So many trinkets laying around for our use, where to start?”
Cassava’s eyes narrow, she knows about the specifics of a beach fight much more than she knew what to expect out on the Buccaneer’s Booty. Still, this wasn’t a normal match by any stretch. One similarity to their first match though was the heat, Cassava didn’t think it was possible, but it might be hotter her on the beach than it was on the ship, and both Cassava and Molly are sweating before the match even begins.
The referee was not one of the normal FAWN group, but then again the only role for them was to start the match and declare the winner. Well, and they were kind of responsible for keeping things on the beach or in the shallows of the ocean. Molly and Cassava both stretch a bit and the man acting asks both if they are ready, after getting nods from both he yells, “FIGHT!”
Cassava drops her hips going into a ready crouch, while Molly reaches into the crowd and still a final drink from some sap and then moves out for action. Cassava can’t help herself, “This time I’m going to sink your battleship.”
Molly grins, “Ye always tryin to be funny.”
Cassava replies, “This coming from a Pirate with a New York accent?”
The sand slows both women down a bit, it’s very hard to launch a quick attack moving at two-thirds your normal speed, so the sturdy pair come much closer and lock up collar and elbow. The lighter Cassava holds her place in the sand, as buttocks shake and breast sway. The pushing and pulling turn them in a circle, but neither can seem to break through the other’s defence. Cassava looks for an opening when she feels Molly’s hand leave her elbow and quickly move to her breast. The Pirate pushes up the Iowan’s jugg and lets it drop just as quickly. Cassava doesn’t feel any pain, but she does feel the hard pull on her bikini top as it tries to contain her large breast.
Molly grins, “Yer top seems a bit flimsy.”
Cassava gives the Pirate a hard shove, but it only moves Molly back a step as they break apart, Onika glaring, “Hands off, Popeye.”
Molly shoots her other hand in and does the same to Cassava’s other boob. Again the Pirate doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt Cassava, but the jerk on the bikini as the heavy breast falls causes it to loosen more. The Milk Chocolate Mauler now a little embarrassed at Molly’s tactics shoots forward driving a shoulder into O’Cannon’s belly and tackling her to the sand.
The pair roll around on the sand, trading the top position several times before Cassava gets a foot on Molly's stomach and shoves her away. Both combatants scramble to get to their feet, the crowd cheering as the woman of 1000 hip checks wins. Cassava swings her body around and catches Molly with a buttock to the face knocking Molly back to the sand.
The Captain rolls over getting to her hands and knees, The BMD champ isn’t in front of her though. Cassava moving as quickly as she could on the manicure sand got behind Molly and throws herself onto the Pirates back. The Pirate stays on all fours, but that only allows Cassava to wrap her thighs around Molly’s waist and lean back pulling Molly up on her knees as Cassava sits on the sand. Reaching up Cassava hooks both of Molly’s arms into Chickenwing holds, pushing the Captain’s big knockers out even further.
Molly is trapped in the interesting hold, but it’s not really that painful until Cassava starts rocking her arms causing Molly to turn side to side. Now it’s the Captain’s big boobs swaying and pulling on a way too thin bikini top. The crowd roaring as Molly’s juggs slosh side to side.
The unique Beach fighting move causes Molly’s breast to slip free, which just increases the amount of motion they can have. O’Cannon doesn’t look as fun-loving at the moment and manages to yank one arm free, then the other. Cassava not liking the new position unwraps her legs and pulls both feet back, placing the soles of her feet on Molly's White ass and shoving the Pirate into the sand face first.
Cassava’s kips up, a tad unsteady on the sand but it still gets a cheer from the crowd. She does a quick adjustment to her top before Placing her hands on her hips and bending low at the waist, giving the camera a great angle of her cleavage as she talks down to Molly who’s spitting out grit, “You ready to fight now or want to keep catting around? I’ll take you either way.” The curvaceous Captain slips her cannonballs back in their holsters with one hand as she spits the last of the granules from tongue and teeth. Molly gets up and makes a show of testing her swimwear; lightly tugging on the tip of the triangles causing a mini-earthquake on her chest, “Our last skirmish says otherwise, bucko. My cannonballs crushed your barnacles, and I left handprints on your ass. How bout you lie down and I’ll put you out nice and sweet?”
Cassava stifles a snort and approaches slowly, arms out for another lock up, “Fat chance of that happening, ‘matey’.”
The buxom brawlers meet again, their sweaty bodies ‘SLAP’ing together in another Elbow and Collar. O’Cannon and Onika get real close, grinding their foreheads together in a bid for dominance, less technical-minded wrestling fans have their attention focused a few inches south to watch two pairs of JMD class chests roll and push off each other. The competitors seem to have a bit of rivalry there as well, the pirate and the content creator putting a lot of fast shoulder work to scrub and mushroom the rival pair. Cassava gets the first real point getting Molly to wince when her nipple flicks across the pirate’s. Giving another shimmy of her gurls Cassava says, “Feels like there’s a little sag in your sails,” she takes a quick step forward and arches her back to give Molly a double push of her breasts, “maybe it’s time to set anchor for some R’ and Reergh!”
Molly moves a hand to Onika’s chin and pushes it up, exposing the BMD’s smooth neck. Using her new grip Molly slowly backs Cassava toward the coastline, the sand growing wetter and wetter with each step, she growls with a grin, “I’ll be taking an extended rest on that nose of yours before this battle’s over, landlubber.” The dread pirate Molly O’Cannon roughly palms that chin as forces the Milk Chocolate Mauler back. Her toes digging lines of furrows in the sand, Molly’s gonna end this match quickly with a salty bath for this bottom-heavy slattern. It looks like Cassava doesn’t want a swim yet; The Online Sensation bears down and stops their trek, elbowing away the hand at her jaw- Jugg Scrub! Molly uses the whiplash of Cassava’s head from removing the Chinhold to guide her into The Captain’s pale décolletage. Gripping Onika by the blonde and pink tresses she gives her a guided tour of the Splash Mountains. Scrubbing her back and forth across the expanse of her bosom before shoving Onika in deep, pressing her probocis against Molly’s sternum.
O’Cannon grips her elbows for extra crushing power. A whine drifts out Cassava from deep within the Mariana Trench, with a hearty laugh Molly taunt,” If ye be waning a taste all you had to do was ask, not plunge you noggin in,” Molly rolls her shoulders to an angry grunt from The Superfan, “I am a fair and dainty lass after all.” The haughty seadog had more to say but Cassava chose to pause the conversation. Grabbing the brunette by the back of the knees Cassava upends the pirate and tumbles over her with a sunset flip; O’Cannon’s head and shoulders scatter sand on impact, while not as hard as the ring it’s not pleasant. Molly’s grunt of pain is snuffed out Onika’s bodacious backside landing on her face with the force of a boxer’s punch and the accuracy of a fencing master, O’Cannon’s nose parts The BMD’s cheeks like the Red Sea. Free of the Front Sleeper, Onika breathes deeply of the fresh ocean air as she presses down on the back of Molly’s knees and rides out her struggles. She makes sure to clench her cheeks in tune with each slap of the beach.
ONE!
TWO!!
Molly manages to get two hands on Cassava’s rear and shoves her off! Roles reversed from moments earlier, The Superfan digs a trench in the sand with her face while Molly gets up. Dipping her hand into a pool of seawater Molly scrubs at her face till it’s clear of Onika’s sweat. Kylie’s Number One Fan starts to rise from her sand hill when O’Cannon reaches over and takes a handful of blond and pink hair, “I’ll be making ye pay that thrice over, yeOOOW!!”
SMACKSMACK
Molly shrinks back holding her trembling chest, freshly spanked by a pair of yellow, plastic trowels meant for digging holes in the beach. Cassava found the happy discovery in her recent trip to the ground and whirls them in her fingers like a quickdraw in the Wild West.
"Come here, Molly! I'm going to bury that treasure chest of yours!"
Molly gives her gurls a comforting squeeze and lowers into a grappler's crouch, "I'll bury those spades where the sun don't shine after I've kicked those potato sacks up on your shoulders!"
Cassava gets a little heated and with a scowl beckons Molly closer with the trowels, "Can't do it from over there, Dread pirate D-cup. Let's go!"
“That’s Dread pirate Double D-cup to you lubber,” Molly smirks.
Molly's no lillyliver and charges Onika like a raging bull, but the Superfan dodges the tackle like a matador. Pivoting on a foot, Onika lets Molly rush past her, giving the Captain a stinging swat on the ass with the mini-shovels. The brunette yelps, and palms her stinging stern, O'Cannon whirls back to Cassava angrily just get a CRACKing slap in the face with the back of a trowel. Experience tells Molly to put up a boxer's guard instead of palming the red welt on her cheek, the buccaneer charges forward taking at least a dozen shots on the arms to get close to Cassava and trap her arms in a tight Bearhug.
Molly takes on a rakish grin as she tries to squeeze the squirming Superfan like a tube of toothpaste. Hiking her cargo up so the tips of Cassava's toes trail lines in the sand, Molly shakes Cassava side to side while amping up the pressure, not relenting the finest bit till the dyed blonde's numb hands drop the plastic trowels. O'Cannon awkwardly carries Onika farther away from the tide to where the beach is hot and there are more toys to play with, after a truncated headbutt to water Cassava's eyes, Molly jaws "You think you're safe just cause we're not on my ship? I'm going take everything you have and make you shine my boots before you kiss them."
Molly hurls herself back throwing Onika overhead with a Smith-worthy belly-to-belly suplex, sending the bottom-heavy battler soaring across the turf into a crash landing that digs a crater into the beach. Molly's about to launch into a running Splash when Ms. Smee's voice rings out from the crowd.
"Captain! Over 'ere!"
Molly turns her head and seeing what was in her lieutenant's hands, smiles with malicious intent. Back in the crater, Cassava’s spitting out grit and rubbing sand out of her eyes. "Ptoo! Ptoo! Ughhh….You damn treasure Island fanfic!" disliking the thought of being literally blindsided, Cassava hurriedly gets with fists ready to fly at nearest sound.
Crack! "Oww!"
Cassava violently shudders and clutches her left breast, her nipple struck with uncanny precision by a beach towel soaked in the salty sea! Molly pulls the towel taut in her hands, which when unfurled is revealed to be FAWN merchandise, an image of a younger Chrissy Daniel on her back, thrusting out the proud bosom that haunts Kylie Sanders and Shea London's nightmares.
"Let's see if that hull of yours stands up to some cannon fire!!
Cassava circles with an unsteady gait around the cocked and ready pirate. Most of the sand is out of her eyes but she still has to squint to keep the massively mammarried Molly in her vision, "You'll be able to tell up close and personal like when I'm sitting on Crack! OOWuhh!
Molly strikes again, this time hitting Onika dead-center of her belly button. The Young Lioness doubles over and O'Cannon bounds past to Onika's Six O'clock; welting the dyed blonde on her hip and right buttcheek, then focuses her fire on Onika's wonderfully bulbous backside.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The marvellous Captain Molly herds Cassava up the beach from where the surf meets turf to where people work on their tans. Using years of shower time antics with Ms. Smee and the crew, Molly uses the towel to give Cassava the lashing of her life! Up and down her sides, back and belly and always returning to her ass, Molly has set a personal goal of being able to read her name across the ASStacular One's cheeks in brail.
“OW! OW! OW! OOWW! That’s it!!”
Sick of these shenanigans; Cassava snatches the towel mid-strike and the two beach battlers are in a high stakes tug of war. Their feet shift in the sand as the wrestlers pull the material taut between them and traverse the landscape in circles, Molly and Cassava trading the high ground with each turn. Biceps flexing, Cassava goes into a deep crouch as she gives the makeshift rope a deep dug, her bare feet plowing two trenches in the beach, “Should have kept to the yacht and ship fights, Molly. The beach is my jurisdiction.”
Molly O’Cannon mirrors The Superfan’s position, the tip of the towel tickling the skin above her cleavage as she draws her fists full of cotton fabric close to her chest, “Ye be mistaken lass, the beach is mine, and you’re about to be my beetch!”
The two pull so hard, spectators think the towel may rip in two, and it could have if Cassava hadn't suddenly let go. O’Cannon’s strength no longer balanced by an opposing force, the pirate snaps back with a yelp into an improvised backroll. Molly comes out the sudden gymnastics banging her head against the side of an unusually large cooler, the kind brought in for beach concerts and terrible seaside weddings. Molly tenderly holds the back of her head with eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream, she deals with the fireworks going off behind her eyes as Cassava runs up and opens the cooler. The Superfan removes a cold water bottle and runs to the official, thrusting it into his hands, she yells “I need your help, pour this!”
The zebra looks asea as Cassava turns her back and administers a self wedgie, baring her perfect cheeks with a makeshift thong. The BMD puts her hands on her knees, thrusting out her beautiful backside to the dumbstruck official. She yells over her shoulder, “Pour, dammit!”
The official’s startled out of his lustful stupor and fumbles with the cap, getting the bottle open he turns it over and crystal clear water drenches The Buns of Mass Destruction to rowdy hoots and hollers from the surrounding crowd. Onika chirps "Thanks!" Then drops her wet butt onto the beach, and pivots in a circle on her hands and heels. FAWNatics look at each other confused, wondering if the enthusiastic young lioness spent too much time in the hot sun, but when Cassava stands and runs back to Molly with her rump covered with a coarse coating of sand, a realization comes over the crowd and they start hooting and hollering for the innovation. The sparks behind Molly’s eyes start to subside and her vision clears just in time to see Cassava pivot mid-stride to aim her battle-trained booty and ram it into the pirate’s face!
O’Cannon thinks ‘Not again!’ as her head is mashed between the greatest ass in FAWN and the large cooler. A muffled groan vibrates through Onika’s lower body and The BMD grins, “Being in the ocean all time probably makes you ill-equipped for a Sandstorm.” Her hips swivel in tight but fast figure-eights; the smothering pressure of the Booty Pop, the uncomfortable grinding of the cooler, and the sand scratching her skin and stinging her eyes, Molly’s in hell and wants to breathe in the fresh, salt air of the sea instead Cassava'd sweat and Kylie Sanders’s 2007 perfume, Crushable.
HIP ATTACK 15- SANDSTORM
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Cassava jokingly asks O’Cannon’s irate Quartermaster, Ms. Smee, “Are there any famous pirates that wore a mask? Cause your Captain’s gonna need one after I rub her face off.” This being a beach fight, the standard Five count doesn’t apply to most actions, meaning Molly has to endure the scrapescrapescraping of Cassava’s regionally crafted facesit for an internal count of 15 before the dyed blonde steps away with a flourish. Molly’s face is red from suffocation and friction burns with a thin dusting of sand covering her from chin to forehead. The besieged privateer sags onto her elbows and crawls forward on her elbows, her eyes shut and water from invading grit she calls for help, “Ms. Smee! I can’t see, I need water!”
Her crewmate is already prying a bottle from a gawking landlubber before Molly finishes her order, unfortunately, Cassava gets to the busty, blind brunette first. “Lemme give you a hand, Cap’n Crunch.” She takes Molly by the back strap of her bikini top and slips her fingers through the leg holes of the Captain’s bottoms. Cassava deadlifts her overmatched opponent to below her hips, O’Cannon yelps feeling her swimsuit saw into her tender areas as she sports a brand new thong and her top is the one wrong move away breaking under the weight of the pirate’s pulchritude. Cassava swings Molly in wide circles, the FAWNatics building tension with each rotation with a growing “oooOOHHHH!!!” Finally, Onika hurls her quarry a good three feet away before O’Cannon plows through a large, exquisitely detailed sandcastle.
The Victorian-style castle is demolished by the human battering ram that is Molly O'Cannon, she turns a manifestation of a great day at the beach into a shapeless lump of sand. On the boardwalk, hapless FAWN referee Merle dressed in zebra-patterned swim trunks and carries a shovel and pail, he hangs his head forlorn at the destruction of his artwork. Former FAWN tag team Champion and statuesque redhead Desiree Dunbar, dressed in a purple one-piece with a DEEP cleavage cutout, places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and stares darkly at Cassava. Violent plans forming in her mind…..
"Today's a great day!"
Onika happily muses as she rearranges objects placed around the beach, strategically placing a cloth tanning chair in one area and uprooting a beach umbrella on another and a bag of volleyballs a small distance ahead of O'Cannon, who's on her knees as the official and Ms. Smee wash her eyes out by slowly pouring bottles of water on them. Cassava isn't the biggest fan of the Captain, but she's not going to risk her going blind. The second Molly's in the free and clear to compete however, Cassava plans to keep the momentum rolling and feed her an extra-sized serving of cake.
“Ahh…Hhahh.. I think that’s enough,” Molly lightly pushes Smee’s and the referee’s hands away and gives her red eyes a few testing blinks, Molly’s vision is a bit blurry but still a vast improvement over dirt in her eye. Captain O’Cannon stands, assuring the ref the fight can continue while gently rebuffing Ms. Smee’s worried ministrations, “Don’t Mother Hen me now, Smee. I got a crew to lead.”
The Buccaneer’s Booty second-in-command points behind Molly with alarm “Look out Cap’n!” Molly whirls around seeing a sprinting Cassava leap forward and gracefully kickoff the armrest of the tanning chair to launch herself at the pirates, stretching out horizontally mid-air the Asstacular one bowls over Molly AND Ms. Smee with a crossbody. The chesty brunette and the slim-fit blonde collapse under the flying Onika, making a shallow crater in the beach. The Online Sensation's large chest presses into O'Cannon's like a plus sign while her legs flatten Smee's significantly smaller pair. Onika quickly motions for the ref and holds down O'Cannon's wrist trying to pin them both at the same time, the referee slaps the turf.
ONE!
TWO!
Molly and Ms. Smee kick out at the same time, bucking Cassava off and sending her rolling in the dirt behind their heads. Cassava gets up adjusting her misaligned bikini, delighting millions of viewers and justifying the cost of the PPV. "I can't think of any more puns at the moment, so I'll go with an industry standard. Stay down, and I don't have to hurt you."
A frustrated O'Cannon wearily pushes off the beach as Ms.Smee crawls away, tired of being in the action. She brushes some grit off her backside sending ripples through her cheek meat. "Ya don't have the stomach to do me in. You're soft, just like that fat ass of yours."
Cassava’s fists tighten and she has to restrain herself from distorting into a snarl, “I think we need to get to know each other better because that’s dead wrong, I think your opinion of my ass will change when I’m sitting on your face for the rest of the night.”
Molly extends a foot and points her big toe into the beach, using it to literally draw a line in the sand, ”Well ya can’t do it from over there. Enough stallin’, these people want some action! Maybe after I'm finished jugging you out on land, we'll drag your carcass back to me ship for another spin on the wheel.”
Memories of her nude body being strapped to the steering wheel of The BB flood Onika's mind and she's running at Molly fueled by rage. Kylie's Number One Fan's about to cross the line when Molly's cracks a backhand chop against Onika's front bumpers; she wails and hugs her chastised chest, the magnificent Molly gives another backhand, Cassava's beautiful boobs are guarded so she hits the Iowan's face, whipping her head to the side. O’Cannon goes for the trifecta with a forehand when she doubles over with a pained exhale, Onika launched a sidekick that buries her foot in the surprisingly pale woman's gut.
Taking Molly by the ears, Cassava draws her closer and forces Molly to place her hands on the ground or get sand in her teeth. Cassava hops over Molly’s head into a straddle of her back, making sure to get two groping handfuls of pirate booty to steady herself. Sliding her hands to Molly’s bottoms, Onika pulls the material like she’s performing a magic trick; her mount shudders and screeches feeling her makeshift thong saw up her privates as The Superfan yells, “Gimmick Infringement!” She throws herself between O’Cannon’s legs sending the two into a flip; Cassava forward- Molly backward, slamming the sea captain into the beach with her own move.
GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT: KEELHAULED
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Molly lands breathless with arms over her head weighed down by Onika’s stems and large breasts sloshing to her chin, the brunette’s legs are spread wide and kick aimlessly by her ears. Onika loops her arms tight around Molly’s middle and digs her chin into the fork of the pirate’s thighs and hums through the counting of the referee. Molly endures 2 and a half seconds of Cassava’s pleasing, disorienting vibrations before she bucks free, bullying out of Cassava’s clutches to topple onto her front between the ASSassin’s legs. Cassava reaches over to give Molly’s glutes a taunting spank that SMECKs across her glutes, “Betcha regret having this fight on land, huh?” Cassava lifts O’Cannon to her knees in stages, then gets under her to threads an arm between O’Cannon’s legs and one behind her neck. To cheers from the FAWNatics and jeers from The Buccaneer’s Booty’s crew, Cassava rises with the privateer strewn across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry; Cassava’s going to win this match in style with her idol’s finisher.
The booty queen of FAWN trots in a circle showing off her prey to the cameras, “Ya’ll ready for this? PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVERagH! Uhh!” Molly starts pumping elbows to the side of Onika’s head, the dyed blonde holds firm through the first two but the next three jelly her grip. Molly slides down Onika’s back and takes her from behind with a Waistlock; she hoists the worrying content creator, Cassava tries to break Molly’s grip but can’t do it in time- “Yoww!” Cassava gets some Shiver in her Timbers as her tuchas is driven onto Molly’s posted knee. Onika bounces off the O’Cannon and waddles forward with teeth clenched, digging her fingernails into her palms to keep from massaging her ass in an attempt at dignity. A hand grips the back of Cassava’s bikini bottoms and uses it to reel the Milk Chocolate Mauler back, baring ¾ of Cassava’s moon and getting a “COPPERTONE!!” call from the audience.
Molly spins Cassava around and shoves her into a tight Headsicssors, she sees Cassava’s bikini hanging low on her hips, “Lemme help you with that,” and violently drags it to the middle of the Iowan’s back, paying back Cassava two or three times over with a revenge wedgie. Molly hikes the material so far up she can hold it with her teeth as she loops her arms around Cassava’s waist and flips her up to a seat on the Captain’s shoulders. The camera broadcasts Onika’s whole, bare butt to the viewing audience before Molly drives the FAWN Fanatic into the ground with a Powerbomb. Molly stumbles back and takes a deep breath, drawing the whole of the fans’ attention to her chest, and pulls Cassava off the beach into another Headscissors, when The Superfan gets up the people see she leaves behind a surprisingly sexy crater. O’Cannon hups the booty battler onto her shoulders again and throws herself back and Onika face-first into the dirt with a reverse Powerbomb, Molly lays on the beach, gulping air and gathering her strength while Cassava seems dead to the world, backside twitching.
HOIST THE MAINSAILS
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Sweat and sand cover both women’s bodies as they both push up from the sand. The sun beats down on them almost as much as they beat on one another. Molly makes her way from behind the rising Iowan catching Cassava in a waistlock, with a tug O’Cannon tightens her grip. The booty champ gasps as her tummy is constricted, but her eyes go wide as she’s lifted off the ground. The Captain arches her back, what starts out looking like a normal German Suplex has the fans aghast when Molly hangs on to Cassava rotating her over to land face-first into the sand.
THE MARY READ
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The Booty Buccaneer holds her bridge for a moment before rolling to the side leaving Kylie’s number on Fan face down in the sand, her boobs bulging out the side as they are compressed. Ms. Smee cheers Molly on from the sidelines, “Very Good Captain! She is nothing compared to you.”
Molly doesn’t acknowledge her first mate, as she stands and walks back using sweat-soaked blonde and pink hair to peel Cassava up off the sand to her knees. The Pirate gives the Iowan’s cleavage a few swats, in the jest of removing sand sticking to her skin. The Milk Chocolate Mauler winces, but then reaches out grabbing both of the Buccaneer’s boobies and pulling her closer Onika rams her head into the brunette’s stomach. Not only is it a blow, but then Cassava arches her back with her head still pressed into Molly’s belly and flips the Captain over her to a back first landing in the hot sand.
Molly lands knees bent, her breast rolling around her chest as the wind is knocked out of her. Cassava then leans forward staying on all fours, her breast swaying under her as she tries to regain her breath as well.
The battle’s taking a toll on both thicc women, the crowd cheers Onika to get back on the attack. Not alone, but nearly so, Ms. Smee cheers her Captain on. Molly rolls over and begins crawling towards the BMD and with a quick motion, O’Cannon removes her own top and loops it around Cassava’s neck. Pulling back Molly begins to strangle the Iowan, Cassava’s eyes bulge as she claws at the fabric cutting off her air.
Fans boo, but the rules are very loose on the beach. Again the rules are tested as Ms. Smee runs out to the pair and snatches Onika’s top and with a quick yank frees Cassava’s large breast. As the blonde runs back to the rest of the crowd twirling the Booty Champ’s top above her head many do cheer her. Molly smirks, “Well Done Smee!”
Pulling back on the makeshift garrot O’Cannon forces Cassava to stand and she quickly transitions from the choking to a full nelson. The crowd looks on amazed as Molly begins twisting side to side making Onika’s big tits sway wildly. Cassava is more embarrassed than anything as her boobs bounce off each other and dance around her chest unsupported. Molly laughs, “I call this the Hangman’s Jig!”
More worried about how to turn the momentum Onika is relieved as Molly stops moving her around, which gives the BMD a chance to unleash her biggest weapon. Cassava pushes back into Molly, and then with a pop of her hips, the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s booty comes forward then SLAMS back into Molly’s lower belly and crotch.
“UUUMPH!” Molly grunts, as two more ass slams follow the first and Molly’s arms drop and Cassava pulls free. The FAWNatics roar at Cassava’s inventive escape. The Booty Queen turns and sends her bare foot into Molly’s tummy doubling the brunette over then moves to her side. Cassava reaches between Molly’s legs grabbing her left wrist and pulls it up into her crotch. Before continuing Onika smiles to the crowd and gives the moaning pirate a second slam to the womanhood before reaching over and hooking under Molly’s other arm before lifting and turning her foe over.
Once the Captain is in the air, Cassava lets her drop as the Iowan kneels on one knee and lets gravity deliver Molly down across Onika’s bent leg. After the Pumphandle Backbreaker O’Cannon flops off Cass’s thicc thigh to a heap in the sand.
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The crowd cheers as Molly flops on the sand, her huge breast rolling wildly. The Milk Chocolate Mauler falls backwards, she’s breathing heavy and sweat making her skin shine on the sunny Florida beach. The brunette rolls over and starts to push up but collapses back into the sand. Seeing the Captain in trouble, Ms. Smee grabs a bottle of water and runs out to her Captain, and pours out most of the contents of the bottle on Molly’s sweaty and sand-covered body.
The FAWNatics surrounding the fight boo and jeer the blonde first-mate, someone throws Casava a bottle as well, looking around the Iowan quickly opens the bottle, tossing the cap and downs half the water before she pours the remainder over herself. Onika tosses the bottle back to the fan and gives him a smile and nod, then turns glaring at the skinny bitch helping her opponent.
Ms. Smee rubs Molly’s shoulders and encourages the Pirate to get back into the fight. Its when the first-mate turns she sees the BMD champ flying towards her, Cassava leaps swinging around her mAssive weapon and blasts Smee in her modest bosom. Smee is sent flying landing in a heap on the sand, the blonde and pink battler stomps down on the Busty Buccaneer’s boob and then turns and heads off towards Smee.
The petite Pirate tries to crawl away, but Onika is too quick. Snatching a handful of blonde hair Cassava spins, she pulls Smee around and into a stiff forearm across her smaller tits. Smee cries out in pain, but then squeals as Cassava grabs the dark blue top and yanks it right off the pale blonde’s body. The FAWNatics cheer as Smee is exposed, but the first-mate pulls free and crosses her arms across her bounty and runs off.
Cassava grinning watches Smee run while trying to keep her modesty, but the distraction leaves Onika open. The Dread Pirate has recovered and coming up from behind the Iowan. The fans try warning Cassava, but the mass of noise is just that noise, Molly swings her hand up between her foe’s legs. It’s not just a low blow, O’Cannon clamps her hand on Cassava’s womanhood and squeezes.
“OOOHHHNNOOOO!” Cassava groans as she seems to go rubbery-legged, but remains standing as Molly has her frozen in pain. Molly’s fingers dig into the sensitive flesh and begin pushing the thin layer of fabric aside to gain more access to Onika’s sweet spot.
The Pirate pushes into the BMD champ and pushes her across the sand to a table and then forces Cassava to bend. Their large, naked breasts are crushed against the tabletop as Molly continues her attack on Cassava’s lower deck.
Molly whispers into her foes ear, “Time to lower yer colors, Ye’ve been boarded and taken.”
The ASSassin moans and huffs as Molly works inside her, but after biting her lip, Cassava shakes her head and refuses to give up the ship. Gripping the table with a steel grip, Cassava starts a wave of incredible tension that begins in her toe tips and neck and travels to her rump. Cassava Onika is the woman of 1000 Hip Attacks, and this is Number 117: similar to Bruce Lee's One Inch Punch, the booty battler explodes an extraordinary amount of force in extremely close quarters and bounces Molly off her person like the pirate’s shot out of a cannon!
Molly's sent into a tumble and kicking up dirt till she settles on her side some feet away. The busty brunette hugs her abdomen feels what MUST be a butt imprint on her rib cage, Molly mumbles hoarsely through a grimace as she rolls into her back, "What sea witchery is this?"
Onika slowly drags herself off the table and supports herself on wobbly legs, that rarely used weapon from her Hip Attack arsenal bought her time and space, but Molly’s dexterous digits played Onika’s flower like a Stradivarius and she’s too hot and bothered to take advantage. The melting Milk Chocolate Mauler turns her flushed face to the coastline and gets an idea. While O’Cannon slogs to her knees Cassava hobbles into the sea, the waves break around her ankles as the cameras zoom in on The BMD's undulating cheeks.
Molly stands up still massaging her abs and sees her soon-to-be won booty heading for open water, "Where arr you running to, honey buns? The fight's right here!"
With a gleeful smile, Cassava swings her hands down makes splashes in the water, the tide now bobbing around her thighs. She beckons the buccaneer to take a dip with both hands, “Whats a matter, matey? The Captain of the ship afraid to take a swim? Might be time for a mutiny!”
Molly's face goes stern. There’s to be no talk about mutiny, joking or otherwise. She beelines toward the insolent landlubber, who slowly retreats further into the deep in response, “I’ll spank yer ass raw and make you lick my treasure chest clean for that comment.”
Cassava raises an eyebrow and scoffs as Molly meets her where the water’s waist high and lapping at their shapely hips, “unless your name is Sanders, West, or most recently, Berge, that’s not happening.” She makes the first move; slipping past Molly’s half-raised guard to pop her in the mouth with a right hook. Molly returns fire with a wild swing that bloodies Cassava’s nose and makes her slosh back a step before she steels up and comes back with a left. The two women go back and forth with big swings, their naked tits jiggling in time with each punch and stagger. The FAWNatics on the beach has been won over by the ever-inventive Cassava today cheer each hit of the content creator while Ms. Smee and the crew of The Buccaneer’s Booty cheer each blow from their Captain. The seadogs are the minority by a wide margin so any celebration is drowned out by a sea of boos for the woman whose chest launched a thousand ships.
Cassava blasts Molly in the cheek, “YAAYYY!!”
Molly rattles Cassava’s teeth with a mean hook, “BOOOO!!”
“YAAYYY!!’ “BOOOO!!” “YAAYYY!!” “BOOOO!!” “YAAYYY!!”
Molly looks a bit rocked by that last knuckle duster; she blinks dazedly and her half-clenched fists slowly lower. Cassava sees blood in the water(quite literally, they’re both hard hitters) and unleashes a fusillade on the battered brunette, spanking Molly’s head back and forth with rights and lefts.
“YAAYYY!!” “YAAYYY!!” “YAAYYY!!” “YAAYYY!!”
“OWW!!”
Molly's hand lashes out with a viper’s speed and twists Cassava’s nipple like she’s trying to tear it off! Shrieking in pain, Cassava buries her nails into Molly’s wrist to save her teat but the pirate refuses to let go and uses the nub to painfully pull Onika into a thunking headbutt that makes the audience cringe. The power goes out in The Superfan’s brain and she gets dizzy and bobble-headed, forced to palm Molly’s juggs to keep standing. The Captain in question places her hands on an unresisting Onika’s bounty, “As long we’re getting friendly.” Molly puts Cassava’s melons through a domineering inspection; fondling, jostling, squeezing, and weighing them in her hands. Flicking Cassava’s dark nipples with her thumbs Molly muses “Ye have enough here to feed my entire crew, but I think I’ll keep ya for meself.”
The feeling of her breasts being pawed at inches Onika to wakefulness, unknowingly giving O’Cannon’s gurls a gentle knead, she lightly shakes her head and drools out a confused, “Whhaa?” Before the privateer’s bicep slaps across her face and nose, knocking her into the ocean with a close-range lariat. Onika’s limbs kick, thrash and splash in the sea as she tries to get her bearings; Molly dips her hand below the surface of the water and holds the booty battler’s head down, intensifying her thrashings. Back on the beach, the official worries he’ll have to end the match on a count of drowning when Molly pulls Cassava’s head out of the drink by her two-toned hair and taunts into her coughing face, “Betcha regret challenging a pirate to fight in the water, don’t cha? Seems mighty obvious in retrospecAAH!”
Cassava snatches some O’Cannon’s chocolate locks and nearly snatches her bald pulling her into the water. They battle underwater, brawling at full force as they roll among the seaweed before briefly resurfacing to scratch and claw just fall and plunge back into the sea to catball with the oncoming tide. For a long time, all the crowd and cameras see is a tangle of violent body parts bursting from a churning ocean, then an eerie peace where neither Cassava nor Molly are seen for a full minute. Some of the more anxious and heroic fans are kicking off their flip-flops for an aquatic rescue when The Superfan explodes from the sea with a loud, hoarse inhale of fresh air, dripping wet and wearing Molly like a backpack. With a leg sticking out over each shoulder, Cassava grips the seadog by the back of the knees while Molly dangles down the Mauler’s back. Once again far too close to Cassava’s cake for comfort, Molly places her hands above her captor’s hips and pushes herself straight like she’s a plank of wood Cassava bought from the hardware store.
Cassava coughs up a little seawater and bellows a warcry, “Blerk! Ugh… Here we go!!” and runs as fast she can go in the shallows back to land! FAWNatics are getting excited and rowdy, they feel a big finish coming, and the sight of Onika’s big, naked chest glistening and sloshing heading toward you will brighten anyone’s day. O’Cannon applies a pair of probing kidney claws to slow Onika down, but the Kylie-stan’s powering through and staying on course. Frustrated, Molly flattens a hand and repeatedly spanks Onika’s rapidly moving phat ass, yelling, ”What the hell arr you doing?!”
The dyed blonde takes the paddling as motivation, ramping up her speed as she steps onto the wet sand and charges deeper into the coast, “I’m winning this match! Land Hooo!” Cassava uses the soft sand to Tokyo Drift into an Airplane Spin, swiftly rotating one, two, three times before whipping O’Cannon off her shoulders and SLAMMING the pirate captain into the beach.
PLEASANT VALLEY SLAM
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O’Cannon feels her soul leave her body when she’s whipped to the ground. Spreadeagle in the dirt she rasps with each deep breath as she stares into the blue sky, soon obscured by Onika pouncing across her chest and knotting their arms around her head in an Anaconda Vice! Molly’s about to scream out whatever little oxygen she gained when she feels fire licking the nerve along her arm and shoulder when Onika pulls her face into the silky, mind-wiping embrace of her bosom, adding a fate sealing Front Sleeper to the mix!
SMOTHERED CHICKEN
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Molly’s legs fruitlessly kick in the sand as she slaps at Cassava with her free hand, but the Captain’s looking more like a swabbie. She’s on her last embers when Cassava cranks on the Vice, a high pitched yet muffled whine trickles from the Kylie-Stan’s chest before Molly’s hand drags down Cassava’s form and drops lifelessly into the sand. The referee lifts the pirate's arm checking for life but it's pure perfunctory. Onika gives the unconscious brunette a jugg scrubbing with each drop of her arm. One! Two! Three! He’s calling it!
DING! DING! DING!
As her name is broadcasted across the beach and throughout the FAWN arena, Cassa untangles the Anaconda Vice and gently slides Molly's head from her bosom and lowers it to the ground. Remembering the pirate’s victory lap from their last match, Cassava straddles O’Cannon’s hips and drops her chest onto Molly’s like a pair of hammers, grinding their superiority in before lifting them up and smacking them down again, repeating the hammer and grind several times before deciding she’s had enough.
Onika gets up and steps aside as several FAWN employees lift the ragdoll-Esque O’Cannon and carry her over to a pit dug hours before the fight. They lower the Captain into the shallow grave and quickly bury Molly up to her neck in sand, a safe distance away from the tide, of course.
When Molly wakes up it's still daylight, but she’s staring up at the moon, Cassava’s moon in fact. The BMD champ teasingly swishes her hips side to side as she runs her thumbs along the material of her bikini bottoms and gently pulls them up till Molly can see the ass that Lakeisha Bates fears in all its glory. Cassava taunts over her shoulder with a grin as she backsteps closer to the trapped pirate, “Your lucky I decided taking your swimsuit would be a step too far, trudging to your cabin on the ship buck-ass naked seems like it would put your leadership in doubt.”
Reduced to a lawn ornament, Molly tries and fails to come off as threatening, “Oh you’re talking big now but you ain’t seen the last of me! You hear me Cassava! I-No! StopmMMMPHH!”
Onika drops it low and gives Molly an up close and personal guide through the ABCs of twerking, a mistress of facesitting; Cassava could render the buried buccaneer unconscious quickly and efficiently before Molly had any real-time worry about her situation. The countless hours spent strapped to that steering wheel have Onika feeling less than charitable. So she makes sure O’Cannon has enough room to breathe, scream and eventually blubber and plead for mercy before Cassava gets her nose deep between her buns of steel finally sends the suffering pirate captain off to dreamland.
Cassava stands up, taking in the unconscious and drooling O’Cannon with a smile on her face, and lifts a bare foot. she ruffles Molly’s hair with her sandy toes, “Looks like we’re tied up, whenever you’re ready to come at me again we’ll settle this for good. And by settling this, I mean I’ll ride your face into you beg me to stop.”
The camera zooms in on Molly O’Cannon’s slack face before cutting back to the arena for the rest Heartbroken card.