Post by hawkeye on Jun 7, 2022 1:20:12 GMT
The FAWNatics were excited about this one! Cosmic Noir have been on a fantastic run with the Tag Team Titles, Lily Burlingame and Veronica Treymane welcoming all comers and taking them down in dazzling fashion. Tonight they faced a fan favourite combo that'd been tearing up the east coast in preparation all month, Frenemies With Benefits! Cassava Onika and Cassandra Beckett had made their mark in FAWN history by participating in the first Tag Team Oil Pit Match AND winning the first Tag Team Penthouse fight. Tonight they hoped to make personal history by winning the FAWN Tag Championship belts for the first time in their careers. Will they be able to overcome The Crimson Comet and The Pinstripe Powerhouse? Let’s find out!
Danger! High Voltage- Electric Six
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-FxmoVM7X4
The perfect storm of techno and rock trickled through the speakers and built to a roar, the people always grooving to this dankest of jams and their mood brightened even more once Cassava Onika burst onto the scene, Jump Kicking through the curtains to an Upstart level pop while the FAWNtron above her exploded into fiery text displaying her name.
CASSAVA ONIKA:
Cassava playfully went through some Martial arts exercises at the top of the ramp, her blonde hair with pink highlights bouncing in the air. Instead of an anime caricature of herself doing the same moves on the screen to various monsters, Onika was animated in a PowerPuff-esque style. She’s dressed for battle in her standard white-beater shirt with a red bra to contain her envy-invoking hills. Her bare feet tapped against the metal of the ramp as she switched from kah-rah-tay to bouncing foot to foot, Onika turned so the audience could look at what they bought their tickets for; the best, biggest, and most highly trained ass in FAWN, tightly wrapped in pink short-shorts that seemed painted on.
On the FAWNtron, Powerpuff Cassava was surrounded by the monsters. Just as they began to close in on her, Powerpuff Cassandra Beckett smashed through the wall behind her and disposed of the vile creatures, while Cassava looked on, starry-eyed. While this was going on, in real life Cassava’s former tormentor and present-day tag team partner, Cassandra Beckett, strutted out onto the stage. She was decked out in her usual ring attire of a black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with 'BITCH' written across her shapely ass, and black boots. Cassava, her back still to the audience, made eye contact with Beckett, and gave her a smile, which was reciprocated by the Queen Bitch with a little nod thrown in.
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
“Making their way to the ring; standing at 5’2” and 5’6’ and weighing at a total combined weight of two hundred fifty-nine pounds! From Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Red Cloud, Nebraska respectively. The Superfan Cassava Onika, and The Queen Bitch Cassandra Beckett! Frenemies With Benefits!!!”
Onika pulled Beckett in for a warm embrace to a sizeable pop from the crowd. They separated just a bit to look each other in the face, meaning Beckett got to enjoy the feeling of her chest pressing against and being dwarfed by Onika’s behemoth boobage. Beckett grinned with a lust for battle… and regular lust, “Ready to win some doubles gold, babe? These gals seem tough but nothing we can’t handle.
What-haheheh!” Cassava giggled as she lifted her taller bed buddy off her feet, “Heck yeah I’m ready! We’re taking their gold and giving them some Cake as a consolation prize. Let’s kick ass!”
“Hell Yeah!”
Cassava set Cassandra down just for the Red Cloud Rager to lift her up and do another rom-com spin. They then marched down to the ring, hand in hand, fist-bumping and high fiving fans as they went. Cassava sauntered up the steel steps first letting Cassandra ogle what she got to handle nightly and what millions of FAWNatics dreamed of doing themselves. The two Cass’ patted the large arms of their referee for the match, Official Worthington, or Reggie to his friends. Cassava snuck in a squeeze of his bicep, “My buff, British buddy. We’ll try to keep this one clean or ya.”
REGINALD WORTHINGTON THE THIRD
The alpha zebra chuckled warmly, “it’d be most appreciated, Miss.”
Reggie was in the midst of checking the Cass' (mostly Beckett) for foreign objects when the Announcer called forth to the heavens. “And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
The low red glare of the Star Strider's entrance was augmented by a gout of flame sparking from the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. All at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of 'Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the Mayhem throng welcomed the champs through the curtain with cacophonous cheer.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
“Remind me,” Lily asked Veronica after she'd properly saluted the crowd, “have we ever faced a team that was a couple before?”
“I...don't think so?” Treymane replied after some hesitation. “Why? Got a problem beating up a Daisy when her significant other is waiting on the other side of the apron?”
Burlingame snorted derisively. “Hell no. I embarrassed plenty of sorority sisters while their meathead boyfriends looked on while I was in college.” she paused a moment, mulling it over. “None of those boyfriends were as mean as Beckett, admittedly.”
You want me to take the cowgirl, then? I've got plenty of experience with mean Texans.”
Cass is from Nebraska, don't let her hear you confuse the two.”
So's Vale. Got plenty of experience with her too. Ready to slice this cake?”
The Crimson Comet was born ready so she hoisted an invisible detonator overhead, then brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Roseate Rocket a few steps ahead.
For tonight's battle against FWB, Lily wore her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the dark blue replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a highly-polished black.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began.
A jaunty pose with both belts raised to the rafters earned a loud roar from the Star Gazers and the quick arrival of Reginald Worthington, who set to work checking their pads and boots. “Not gonna let Cassava flirt her way out of a spanking are ya, 'Reggie?” Lily joked once she cleared inspection.
“Perish the thought, Miss.” he replied with a faint smile before turning his attention to 'Ronnie.
His assurance was more than enough for the heiress, who stepped forward for the champions when she saw Cassava had done the same for the challengers. As for Treymane, she stayed in the ring just long enough to make sure the Frenemies weren't going to sucker them with an immediate tag to Beckett.
Cassandra seemed to realize this as she made a point of raising the tag rope in one hand. “Don't worry about me, sweetness.” she called across the squared circle. “You'll be seeing me soon enough.”
Treymane answered with a hard smile while Burlingame and Onika closed ground so they'd be front and center for the opening bell.
“Good luck tonight, Lily.” Cassava said as she offered her hand to the former Lightweight Champion. “I know you're good, but you're gonna need more than a few cherry bombs to keep us away from those titles.”
Burlingame grinned, returned the handshake, then broke apart and started to circle. “And you're gonna need more than a knowledge of the classics to put me down, Cass. You want gold around your waist? You need to outwrestle me, not beat me at bar triv--”
The bell sounded with an echoing CLANG and Onika shot forward at once to sweep the Crimson Comet into a heavy Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Though they were identical in height, Cassava had fifteen pounds on Burlingame and she put it to good use by marching the surprised brunette toward a neutral corner. Lily made her work for it, but Onika's progress never slowed and in less than ten seconds she'd forced Burlingame's bum against the middle buckle.
Very much aware of the BMD Queen's curves pressing against her tummy and chest, Lily hooked a foot over the bottom rope and said, “Break.”
Cassava held on just long enough to let Burlingame know she was thinking about it, then raised both hands to shoulder-level and took a step bac-THWHUMP! Onika swiveled around on the spot and swung one wrecking ball hip into the pit of Burlingame's stomach! Lily gaped and doubled over so Cass smudged her back up against the buckles, then grabbed hold of the top rope to put a little more momentum on the second Hip Check she smashed into the brunette's midsection!
“BREAK!” Veronica shouted her irritation from Noir's side of the ring. “C'mon Reggie, she was in the corn—HEY! Make her break it, dammit!”
The second Hip Check dropped Lily onto her butt, meaning Onika served up some early match cake by driving the full weight of her backside into-- Lily felt it coming and got her forearms up at the last second, alas the pressure of Cassava's grind meant Burlingame's features were aggressively abraded by her own guard! Cassava worked the almost Stink Face until Reggie reached 'FOUR!' on his count, then she strutted away and flicked her shorts tight before offering a theatrical bow to the Cassandra and the FAWNatics.
“Hope you like dessert, Lily.” she teased the champ while Burlingame regained her composure. “Because tonight's menu is a twelve course feast. All of it cake.”
“With a hefty side of ass whoopin'.” Beckett added with a smirk.
Wagging a finger at 'Ronnie to confirm she wasn't interested in tagging out, Lily wiped the back of her wrist against her mouth, then grabbed hold of the middle rope and returned to verticality in a single sinuous movement. “You can serve up as many courses as you want to, baby.” she told Onika with a knowing smile. “But trust me, you'll get sick of it before I do.”
Cassava arched an incredulous eyebrow. “Oh, you are SO wrong. And I'm gonna love proving it.”
Burlingame merely beckoned the challenger forward so Onika obliged her, the two wrestlers coming together like they magnetiz—Lily snatched hold of Cass' right wrist, stretched that arm out full length and promptly twisted it through one, two, three painful rotations! The torque on her shoulder forced Onika to hunch forward, her free hand massaging the tweaked joint to alleviate the worst of the-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Positioned off the blonde's right side, Burlingame planted on her right foot so she could snap a trio of quick kicks across the jutting shelf of Cassava's backside!
Onika powered free, tromped forward and turned around, her hands flying up in case Lily tried to press her advantage. She didn't, the Star Strider instead choosing to meet the Super Fan's eyes from a safe distance. “Put it in my face again, I'll work it over.” she said softly. “That's your only warning, Cassava.”
Cass laughed, shook her head 'no'. “You got it all wrong, Lily. I'll put it in your face all I want. And it'll work youover.”
“Prove it, bubble butt.”
Them was fightin' words and Onika responded in kind, the slighted Iowan rushing in to THWAP Burlingame across the chest with a quick Forearm Smash! Lily swayed without giving ground, indeed she planted her feet and laid some lightning across the blonde's chest with a snappy Knife-Edge Chop!
Cassava grimaced, shook her head in what was either pain or disappointment. “Yeesh, only two out of five on the Bloodwind Scale. I would've expected better from you, Lily.”
“And you're what, about a point three on the Bates Curve?” Burlingame countered. “Guess that cake is more sponge than anything el--”
Onika shut down that slanderous filth with a few more Forearm Smashes, all of which were returned as Chops by the equally motivated champion. After several more rounds of this one for one exchange, the Maroon Meteor changed things up with a knee to the gut that allowed her to snatch hold of Cassava's wrist and send her into the ropes with an Irish NOPE! Cass planted her feet, grabbed on tight and reversed the momentum of the Whip to send Burlingame to the strands in her place. Not only that, Onika tore off after her foe and left her feet in a low hop, the blonde whipping around in a half circle that'd drive her glutes into, if not through Burlingame's ribs the instant she turned arNO!
Lily must've heard the challenger's feet pounding on the mat because rather than turn around she leapt from the mat to the top rope in a single bound and vaulted away in a gorgeous back flip that put her down in the middle of the ring while Cassava ended up seated on the middle strand with both arms draped over the top. “Don't think watching years of old matches is gonna help you beat me, Cass.” the champ advised. “I've got plenty of stuff held in reserve especially for tape nerds like you.”
“Joke all you want, I'll be watching this tape over and over again once the Tag Titles are around our waists.” Onika countered as she pushed off the ropes. “I understand you won't get nearly as much out of it as I will, but you should force yourself to watch at least once. It'll give you a much better idea of all the moments you missed while your nose was between my cheeks.”
“Only thing I'm putting up there is my boot. That's a promise, baby.”
Oh so eager to prove the champion wrong, Onika sped toward Burlingame and would've caught her in another clench if the heiress hadn't dipped low at the last second. The patter of boots told her Lily was headed for the far side of the ring, so rather than wheel around and try to catch her, the Booty General headed in the opposite direction to ensure both ladies were moving at a good clip when they met in the middle of the-- Cass lashed out with a Clothesline that Lily dipped, then hooked and used to whip around behind the startled blon--“OOOFFFHHH!” the air burst from Burlingame's lungs when Onika thrust her hips backward, once again smashing 'em into the brunette's stomach!
Rounding on the spot, Cassava claimed the Crimson Comet's wrist as her own, then stepped back and sent her off with an Irish Whip only to reel her right back in so she could thrust her hands into the Lightweight's armpits and shoot her skyward for a massive Rydeen--'OOOOOOHHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when Lily floated free of Onika's grip, 'smecked' her thighs around the challenger's noggin and flipped her to the deck with a gorgeous Hurricanrana!
Cass landed hard on her butt, scrambled to her feet and--THWHAP! Lily caught her flush on the buns with a Shotgun Dropkick that sent the BMD Queen sprawling to all fours only a few feet from the FWB corner.
“C'mon!” Burlingame had advanced on her adversary only to cede several steps when she realized Beckett was within Cassava's reach. “Cake party's not over yet, is it babe? That was what, two courses? I'm not even close to full yet!”
“Why don't you let me take over for a while, Cassava.” Beckett asked her partner. “Seems like the rich girl's trying to get into your head. I'd like to see if she can get into mine.”
Onika frowned, she didn't like the thought of retreating from the first skirmish, but she couldn't deny that Cassandra was right. “Tape doesn't do her justice.” Cass told the Nebraskan as she got to her feet. “Be careful.”
“Where's the fun in that?” Beckett slapped her partner's hand, then dipped through the ropes and started toward the Roseate Rocket. “You gonna stay around and chat a while?” the Queen Bitch asked. “Or are you gonna... and that answers that.”
Lily sure as hell wasn't afraid of the rough and tumble brunette, but she wasn't about to let herself get drawn into a bad spot when there was a clear path to the Pinstripe Powerhouse, who she tagged in to a cheer from those assembled.
“Feels like we've waited long enough, Daisy.” Veronica said as she closed on the black-clad brunette. “How 'bout you and I get to know each other a little better?”
Beckett grinned and beckoned the Noir Knock-Out closer with both hands, “You read my mind, blondie.”
There’s a buzz in the air as the big girls of the two teams circled one another; Veronica Treymane had the hardcore-fan seal of approval for injecting new blood into the World title picture without the aid of a famous mentor or familial clout, and Cassandra Beckett earned that same seal for brutal matches at the forefront of a revitalized indie scene. A preview of an online wrestling fan’s dream match took place when Cassandra and Veronica interlocked fingers for a Test of Strength; biceps, triceps, and buttocks flexed and jiggled respectively as the women pushed each other with their full bodies as their partners cheered them on from the apron.
Cassandra and Veronica separated and slapped their bodies back together, each planting a foot back for leverage so they could pour their all into winning this opening skirmish. They went cheek to cheek and breast to breast, grinding the bones in their hands as they tried to push through the other woman to the opposite side.
Cassandra retreated the tiniest bit and smacked her belly against Veronica's, she growls in her ear, "Not bad. Usually, when a gal goes hard on a gimmick it means they can't hack it. You two must be the exception."
Veronica's lips curled, she swayed back and rammed herself against The Queen Bitch, Beckett's form nearly faltered but she held strong. “We’re exceptional, Daisy. You’re about to learn why.”
Cassandra chuckled, “Heh, we’ll see.”
The powerhoused add some head-to-head grinding to their belly battle, to the untrained eye it would seem like some very aggressive nuzzling. Smeck! Smeck! Smeck! Their bodies smacking against each other over and over, this contest wasn't ending until it’s clear who’s stronger- Maybe not! Cassandra held her fire and leaned out of the way, dodging The Gorgeous Gangster’s abs like a matador.
Cassandra slipped an ankle behind Veronica's and swept the legs out from under the beautiful blonde while pushing Veronica onto her back. Beckett's middle got the last word in the exchange as it Smecks! On top of Treymane's when Cassandra fell on her in a pin, fingers still interlocked.
Reginald's quick to kneel and ready to count as soon as Veronica's shoulders hit the canvas, but his large hand only strikes "ONE!" before Veronica rose off the mat into a bridge. Beckett kicked her feet up and landed on the tag champ's thighs, trying to collapse the bridge with her weight but the imitation Dearborn Street held firm.
Cassandra hopped in place a couple of times and Veronica wobbled, but she did not fall down. Cassandra gave an impressed head tilt, "Nice Bridge."
Veronica smiled, "Thanks, I made it myself."
Lily cupped her hands at her mouth and loudly chided her partner from the apron playfully, but also slightly annoyed, “Stop flirting and pin her!”
Cassava yelled at her girlfriend and partner in turn, “Flirt all you want! I trust you!”
Cassandra laughed a little and glanced over her shoulder at Cassava, the glow the Nebraskan had made Veronica suppress an urge to go “Aww...” from how adorable Cassandra turned in the moment. Veronica cast her gaze to Lily with an irritated expression, made humorous by her still maintaining the Bridge meaning her face is upside-down, “Why can't you be that supportive?”
Lily rolled her eyes and threw a hand up, exasperated “If we start dating, I’ll sing your praises, okay?”
“Oh, you should be so luckyeEE!!”
Veronica's stomach lurched as she's pulled to her feet by Beckett, who raised her knee into Veronica's right wrist, breaking the contest on that side. Beckett contorted the Gangster's limb with a Wristlock and when she flinched Cassandra slipped behind Veronica bringing the arm with her in a Hammerlock, switching to a Waistlock when she forced the blonde onto tiptoe. The Redneck's biceps flexed and the knot of fists dug into Treymane's belly; she correctly predicted a German Suplex and lowered her center with a wide crouch. Cassandra huffed an irksome breath into the back of Veronica's neck as she ground into her firm rear trying to deadlift the champion.
Veronica shook her head, "Not gonna happen." She dug a thumb into a pressure point on Cassandra's wrist, making the Frenemy hiss in pain and her hand spasm. Veronica broke out of the Waistlock while holding the weakened hand and spun on the balls of her feet to give Cassandra a receipt Wristlock. Veronica yanked Beckett close then ensnared and flipped the brunette over with a coconut cracking Headlock Takeover. Cassandra hit the canvas with a Thwam! The ring’s still vibrating when Veronica felt a pair of pale steel stems latch onto her skull and pull her down to the mat; Cassandra escaped the Headlock with a Headscissors. Cassandra’s squeezing before Treymane’s shoulderblades touch canvas; she went into a push-up position for maximum pressure when The Gorgeous Gangster pulled a Houdini and slipped from Beckett’s crushing thighs with a Kip Up! Treymane practically flew to her feet, then whirled around and dashed at Beckett who's just gotten to her knees.
Treymane had the high ground but that didn't mean it's stable; Beckett swept the statuesque champion off her feet with a slash of one arm and threw herself atop Treymane in a Lateral pin. Ref. Worthington barely had the time to lower himself to the mat before Veronica kicked out with such force Beckett was thrown off her person and now it's a race to stand that ended in a tie. The Frenemy made the first move, wrapping and thwaping Veronica on the canvas with a Headlock Takeover. Cosmic Noir's muscle turned the match into a Mobius strip; Veronica escaped the Headlock by wrapping her gorgeous gams around Cassandra's ears and yanking her to the ground with a Headscissors. The official saw a pattern occurring and remained standing, and was proven correct almost instantly. Beckett Kipped Up and out of the Headscissors, she ran at Veronica just to get her legs swept out from under her and sandwiched between the Noir Knockout's hard body and the plywood of the ring floor. Reginald dropped, and as he raised his hand Beckett bursts out of cover sending Treymane rolling away, each woman eager not to be ambushed rushed to a knee with a hasty guard.
Both gladiatrices stared across the ring at each other as they caught their breath amidst the appreciative applause from the FAWN Faithful for the little chain wrestling mini-clinic. On the apron, Lily and Cassava followed the crowd, enjoying the spectacle.
“Nice moves, Ronnie! Been studying my old Cherry Bomb matches?”
“You’re doing awesome, babe! You got her right where you want her!”
The Destroyers slowly and silently rose to their feet, just a degree or two away from glaring at each other. Normally any affirmations from her short-stack sweetie brightened Cassandra’s mood instantly, but tonight she felt just frustrated. Cassandra poured her all into gaining a lead in the match only to be mired in an endless stalemate. Veronica, feeling very much the same starts pushing the brunette’s buttons, “Not bad, Daisy…Guess there’s more to you than garbage brawling and a nice ass!”
Cassandra’s not one to take that lying down, and she’s not starting tonight, “Well, maybe if ya’d’a done yer homework, you’d already know that. You’d think a former World Champion would know better than to take her opponents lightly…Daisy.”
“Least I’ve been World Champion someplace other than a hole-in-the-wall indy promotion in the middle of the desert!”
She shoved Cassandra back, but The Queen Bitch snapped back into place and in The Gangster’s face. “That’s only because I wasn’t around when you were champ! Otherwise, I’d a been the one ta take that belt offa you, and not that Jenny Jacobs chick!”
She shoved Veronica away, and the Noir Knockout immediately stepped back into place and ground her forehead against Cassandra’s, the two locking horns like angry bulls as they quickly descended into a heated argument.
These two had some bad chemistry.
Of course bad chemistry often led to entertaining explosions and such was the case here, at least for the capacity crowd when Beckett created some separation with a rough shove, then stepped through it all to THWHAP a heavy Forearm Smash across the Dangerous Dame's chest! Veronica grunted and took a half step back before returning the favor with interest, the weight of her shot enough to make Cassandra groan and Cassava wince.
And yet the Nefarious Nebraskan only shook her head and favored Treymane with an incredulous look. “That all you got, cutie? Your sister hits harder and she was an accountant!”
Veronica's eyes narrowed before she countered with a snort and smirk. “I could ask you the same thing, Daisy. Leah hits a helluva lot harder than you. Of course she's from Texas so I guess that explains--” CRAAACK!
Beckett's right hand flew out with viper-speed to Bitch Slap the taste, not to mention the sass, outta Treymane's mouth! “Better watch that pretty mouth of yours, 'Ronnie.” the brunette hissed. “Otherwise you might end up flossing with those pin-stripes you love so muCHHNNNNGGHHH!”
Veronica tagged her with an answering shot, a scathing, disrespectful Backhand that had the FAWNatics putting a hand to their mouths in sympathetic anguish. “Queen Bitch is still a bitch,” the Gorgeous Gangster explained to the staggered battler, “and I won't take disrespect from a bitcHHRRRGGH!”
Cassandra popped her in the mouth with a straight right hand and just like that it was on, the two heavy hitters latching on with a fistful of her foe's hair to better hold her steady for the flurry of closed fists delivered directly to the other's hairline and brow!
“Knock her down, babe!” Onika shouted from the challengers' corner. “She can't hang with you, she ain't got what it takes!”
“The hell she doesn't!” Lily countered from Noir's side of town. “Lump her up, 'Ronnie! Put that bum on her butt!”
Neither Beckett or Treymane noted the urging of their respective partners, in fact they almost didn't note the urging of Reginald Worthington until he was almost shouting in their ears. “Open those fists right now, ladies! If I have to count I will prize you apart myself!” Their fists faltered but didn't stop flying so the ref barked out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Cassandra let go and stepped back with both hands raised to shoulder level only to immediately clout Veronica across the cheek with another sharp smack. “You sure you're a champion, sweetness? Because you take a slap like a bitch, that's for GGGRRRHHHHHH!”
Treymane darted in, wrapped an arm around the brunette's noggin and pulled her down into a Side Headlock! Hands knotted against Beckett's cheekbone, 'Ronnie grrrrrrrrrrrooouuund the challenger's temple against the point of her hip and stamped in place until Cass was groaning in time with each landing! “Were you saying something, Daisy?” she taunted the suffering Nebraskan. “Something about being a bitch, weren't you?” Rather than wait for an answer she pulled a hand away from the Headlock and aggressively rubbed her knuckles against the crown of Beckett's skull.
“BITCH!” Cassandra pounded punches into Treymane's flank, then crooked her hand into a claw and dragged it up the blonde's right thigh a few times. “Get the fuck offa me or I'll OOOWWWW HAIR! HAIR DAMMIT!”
Veronica snatched hold of the other wrestler's dark locks and pulled like she meant to liberate it from Cass' scalp! “Whine and cry to the ref?” she snapped. “That's about what I'd expect from a poseur like youOOOOHHHHHHH YOU NASTY BITCH!”
Beckett was having no luck escaping the Headlock so she made the most of her torment by catching hold of 'Ronnie's waistband and raising it high enough to put the former World Champion up on tiptoes. “Yuuhhh.... yeah, that's the sort of respect I want to hear in your voice!” the Queen Bitch huffed at her rival. “Now let's you and me take a walk, ok sweet cheeks?” Using Treymane's trunks as a handle, Beckett turned them toward Cassava's voice and started marching in that direction. She was only a few steps from the tag (at least that's what the roar of the crowd indicated) when the Magnificent Moll doubled down on the Headlock and stomped back to the middle of the ring despite the anguish inflicted by her distended togs!
“DAMN YOU!” Beckett abandoned the wedgie and went to work on the small of Treymane's back, just hammering away with her forearm! “LET GO, TREYMANE! LET GO OR SO HELP MEEEEEUUUUUGGGHHHHH!”
Veronica broke into a short run, then leapt up and came down on her butt to THWHUNK Cassandra's forehead against the canvas with a massive Bulldog! Shooting a Half Nelson to better roll Beckett onto her back, the champ hooked the far leg and pressed the ridge of her forearm against the Nebraskan's jawline to get some abrasive revenge while Reggie and the rest of the crowd counted off...
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=olnrv0EQAik
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Cassandra lifted a shoulder to break the count, she also put a little extra mustard on it by scuffing the heel of one palm across the side of Veronica's mouth! “Guuhhh... gonna take more than that to beat me, bitcGRRHH!”
Treymane thumped the brunette's belly with a Double Axehandle stiff enough to sit the challenger up straight! Filling her hands Beckett's hair immediately thereafter, Veronica stood up and forced Cass to do the same just so she could shoot in low and wrap her arms around the other wrestler's thighs. From there she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHAM the Queen Bitch's back against the deck with a ring-rattling Spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGUx3Rugv-Q
Lily and the other Star Gazers called for a pin but 'Ronnie had other plans. Helping herself to the brunette's boots, Treymane got up and tucked them under her armpits so they were quite secure when she rolled Beckett onto her stomach, then stepped over and sat down for a DEEP Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjVojru7coE
“AAAAAAARRRRHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!” the Nebraskan pounded a fist against the mat before grabbing hold of her own hair to spread out the pain.
Over on the Frenemies side of the squared circle, Cassava noted the curve of her girlfriend's back and knew she had to do something in short order. Taking a quick glance around the ring, the BMD Champ grabbed hold of the top rope and started to slip thro--“Don't even think about it, Cassava!” Onika's attention snapped to the opposite corner where damned if the Crimson Comet wasn't perched on the top rope as if she'd hopped there the instant she saw the challenger move. Shaking her head in frustration, Onika slipped back to the apron as Lily did the same.
“Power out, baby!” she called to the straining brunette. “She's not tuffer than you! Show her why you're Queen Beeyotch!”
“She's no queen, just another daisy in lock-up!” Burlingame called in support of her friend. “Girl's sentenced to hard time in the Pinstripe PrisHOLD HER DOWN, 'RONNIE! HOLD HER DOWN!”
Treymane was doing her best to comply, yet Cassandra Beckett pushed up on her palms regardless. Doing so did nothing to alleviate the pressure on her spine, it did however allow the brunette to tuck her chin and scrabble through the champ's legs to effectively transform the Crab into nothing more than a simple Takedown. Aware that she was still very much in control of the Nefarious Nebraskan, Veronica tugged Cass up so she was stacked on her shoulders, then pivoted toward a neutral corner and dropped backward to fling her burden at the buckles with a gorgeous slingshoNOOOO!
Beckett turned the potentially catastrophic impact into a perfect landing on the second turnbuckle, the black-clad battler quickly scrambling around so she could take to the skies as soon as Treymane got to her fee--“NNNNNGGGHHHH!” The Diving Shoulderblock caught Veronica square in the sternum, knocking her to the mat in a single stroke!
DIVING SHOULDERBLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjygAmW_muY
Beside her, Beckett pumped a fist for the crowd, but didn't go for a cover. Like the blonde a few moments prior, she grabbed herself a double handful of hair and hauled Treymane to verticality. Just like that she dipped a shoulder, slipped an arm between Veronica's gams and muscled her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carr--“HUUUUFFFFHHHH!” The Queen Bitch tossed Treymane up and out while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWHUMP the champ's midsection with a vicious Gutbuster!
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYQTafLnCUw
The nauseating blow folded 'Ronnie in half, so Beckett stretched her out flat and planted a knee atop her chest, not for a pin but to ensure she couldn't wriggle away when she SMACKED a white-knuckled Claw into Veronica's gulping belly!
“GAAAAAAAWWWWD!” Veronica writhed like she'd been touched with a live wire, not that it freed her from the brunette's grip.
“THERE'S QUIT IN THAT THAR BELLY!” Cassava called in her best prospector's voice. “DIG IT OUT, BABY! I BET SHE'LL TRADE TITLES FOR TUMMY!”
“Yeah, you've got quitter written all over you, cupcake.” Cassandra grinned as she tried to push on through the struggling blonde. “I can see it. My partner can see it. Even your partner can see it, though she doesn't wanna say anything.”
“Thuuuuhhhh.... that so?” Treymane wheezed. “Then why's the match still going? Your hand already tired? Or maybe you're all mouthNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Beckett relinquished the Belly Claw in favor of several unanswered shots to the Gorgeous Gangster's aching abs. These were followed by a Wristlock which she used to haul Treymane to her fee--“NNNNGGHHH!”
Veronica sprang up and DROVE the point of her right knee into Cassandra's chin!
The Queen Bitch swayed like a reed, then reared back and snapped forward to THWHONK her forehead against the champ's in a massive Headbutt!
Blonde and brunette stumbled, crumpled to one knee and only seemed to rise when they realized her opponent was doing to the same. Regarding one another with bleary, furious eyes, they let out a mutual roar followed by an identical set of Haymakers that crashed off their jaws and sent both wrestlers tumbling to the canvas in an exhausted sprawl.
Lily and Cassava were showing a lot of things in common tonight; they independently and simultaneously started clapping a starry rhythm that the crowd picked up quickly, each trying to stir their partners to their corners.
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
The support of the masses rouses the big girls from their daze, they slowly rolled away from each other and crawled to their home corners. Now it's a race to tag their partner and gain a lead in the match; Cassandra and Veronica were the same distance away from the buckles and similarly tired, but Cassandra had one thing in her favour….. Love.
Yes, the power of love proved the deciding factor! Cassandra was drawn to Onika like a moth to a flame on their off days, in this match, she's moving like Onika's an oasis in the Sahara desert. Cassandra's several steps ahead of the opposition and tagged The Superfan's outstretched hand with a loud smack!
Cassava slingshot herself over the top rope, yelling mid-air, "Good job, baby!" And sprinted across the ring as Cassandra rolled under the bottom rope with a departing, "Go get 'em baby!"
At Cosmic Noir’s side of the ring, Lily Burlingame was hopping on the apron desperate for Veronica to tag her in, She’s looking down at Veronica and urging her forward, meaning she didn’t see the tag and was completely unaware of the oncoming Milk Chocolate Mauler. The former Cherry Bomb’s fingers were a few inches away from her partner’s when her vision was painfully eclipsed by Onika’s moon, the lightweight Frenemy used Veronica’s back as a step stool to leap in the air and nail Lily in the face with a surprise Hip Attack! Burlingame was knocked from the apron and landed on the padded concrete outside with a splat!
Veronica didn't cotton to being stepped on or her Co-champion being hurt, she lurched from the mat ready to throw hands, “Watch yourself, Lakeisha Lite! You bettURRGH!!”
Cassava took out Cosmic and Noir in quick fashion; after butting Burlingame out of the picture, Cassava nimbly caught her balance on the top buckle and threw herself into a front flip. The moment Veronica stands straight 125lbs of Kylie-loving fandom hit her in the chest and rode her down to the canvas with a Seated Senton, Cassava’s peach crushed Veronica’s melons when they hit the ring floor and drove the air out of the Gangster. Veronica stared up at Onika breathing hoarsely with wide eyes, it’s like a nightmare she had where Sydney Deschain dropped out of the ceiling as she’s about to go to sleep. Recognizing an opponent’s look of shock when experiencing the greatness of her glutes for the first time, Cassava gave Veronica a pair of finger guns and a wink, “Believe the hype.”
BOOTY GO ROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3N_3TaYC-k
Official Worthington moved faster than one would expect of a man his size to make the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Veronica tucked in those gorgeous gams of hers and bucked free with a second to spare, jolting Cassava onto hands and knees. Veronica’s scrambling to stand, but the curvaceous content creator’s a second ahead. “Just a bump in the road,” Cassava told herself as she fired a Toe Kick into the femme fatale’s belly. In a very literal sense, Onika’s big toe spiked into the blonde’s belly with a precision Veronica does not enjoy or appreciate. She doubled over with a gag, and Cassava dipped under her bowed form and lifted her into the air with a Fireman’s Carry.
Onika moved deeper into the ring as fast as she could with a Destroyer across her shoulders, calling out to the Alpha zebra behind them, “Stay close, Handsome. The winning pin is coming up.”
Cassava threw herself into another front flip, slamming Treymane’s back into the ring floor and popping onto her feet like she used the big blonde as a trampoline. The vivacious video essayist put her hands on her knees and backed dat ass up one, two, three, four, five times, filling the building with whistles and catcalls, a lot of them from her own partner, Beckett! Lily climbed back onto the apron just as Cassava sprang to her feet, so she’s in the right spot and the right moment to watch the Buns of Mass Destruction bounce and jiggle close enough to hear the cheeks clap. The multicolored dye job seemed like a nice girl, but Lily’s taking that twerk taunt as a personal affront and that’s bad news for FWB. On the fifth booty bounce, Cassava launched into a Standing Moonsault that’s could be described as spectacular, possibly even Sensational.
CHEEKYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3G52fymLDQ
“OOOFFHH!”
Veronica let outs a big gush of air as Cassava landed across her middle like a weirdly sexy sack of potatoes. The Superfan hooked one leg, grapevined the other and pressed Veronica’s cheek into the canvas to really cover her bases as she pinned the tag champion for a FWB victory.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Veronica got a shoulder up! It’ll take more than that to take out a former World Champ. Cassava looked a bit irritated but didn't take it on the ref, that's for the Mitchell's and Braddock's of the world. She politely pulled Veronica to her feet (by wrestling’s standards) and slipped behind her with a Waistlock. Showing strength that defied her size, Cassava flung Veronica fedora over pinstripes with a release German Suplex.
It looks like Cassava's been training with Wendy Smith because that Suplex sent Treymane flying into a skidding back roll that banged her against the bottom turnbuckle in the Frenemies corner. The crowd gave an appreciative OOHHHHH!! At the ASSassin's power while Veronica writhed and pulled herself into a higher seat, "Ughh… Did YouTube give her jet engines as butt implants?"
She felt a hand ruffle her hair and Veronica reflexively swatted it away, growling when she saw the hand was attached to a smug Beckett. The redneck chuckled, "Nope. She's all-natural and all mine."
Back in the ring, Cassava pointed to her paramour, "You ready to get back in, Cass?"
Cassandra raised her first holding the end of the tag rope, "Always ready, Cass! Pass me the- Jasmine!!"
Cassava dropped into a low crouch without hesitation letting Burlingame's Clothesline whiff past. ‘Jasmine’ was FWB’s shorthand for an ambush from behind, coined from J-Dogg’s horrific betrayal of the innocent Vanilla Chill (Cassava’s words).
Lily skidded to a stop, centered her weight on one foot and threw the other back to ping Onika's chin with a Super Kick. Lily's one of the fastest to ever play the game, but The Superfan's on fire tonight; Cassava dipped her head to side as a boot clipped her ear, it hurt but it's a superficial hurt. Cassava grabbed Lily by her Super Kicking shin and pulled her into a breath-stealing Waistlock. Cassava gave the Crimson Comet a peck on the earlobe, which Lily found confusing AND irritating, then tossed her away with a German Suplex. The former Lightweight Champion flew farther than her partner but suffered similarly, skipping across the canvas till the bottom buckle of the far corner jarred against the middle of her back. Cassava whipped her head back and forth between Treymane and Burlingame and the FAWNatics erupted, predicting correctly what The BMD was about to perform.
Onika became a blur; cutting the ring in half diagonally and leaping toward Veronica. The Frenemy tilted during the flight and tucked in her legs, so Veronica got hit in the face with a delicious peach moving ninety miles an hour via Cannonball Senton. The Gorgeous Gangster now knew why they're called Buns of DESTRUCTION. Cassava back rolled off Treymane’s groaning features onto her feet and did a quick tag to Beckett before turning away to charge at the prone Lily. The maligned maroon marvel had been willing the aches away at the base of a corner, Lily opened her eyes in time to see Cassava’s pink-clad cheeks and her life flash before her eyes.
Bwung!
CANNONBALL SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgU_Bur0MIU&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=26
Burlingame seemed to get the worst of the two Hip attacks; Onika’s Bootyliciousness swallowed her face and rammed the back of her head into the turnbuckle. The power cut out in Lily’s brain for a moment or two, making it easy for the life-long Youtuber to shovel her onto the apron. Cassava turned Lily onto her belly and gives her rear a light smack, “Proven.”
Back in the FWB corner, Beckett was gripping the top ropes and putting boots to Tag Champ boobs. Stopping to grind her sole on Veronica’s cleavage, she called out over her shoulder, “That was awesome, babe! A real Onika-run!”
Cassava skipped over, beaming and jiggling, “Aw, thanks! I get the run, you get the pin, we get the belts.”
Frenemies With Benefits lifted Veronica to her feet and worked their heads under her arms as they both took her in a Headlock. They walked the big blonde deeper into the ring and each grabbed hold of Veronica's bottoms at each hip, Beckett hiked her side up sharply, giving Veronica an uncomfortable jolt and baring half her ass to the crowd.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Cassandra and Cassava raised Treymane off her feet, but the Dangerous Dame lowered her center of gravity grinding the Suplex to a halt. With a loud roar, Treymane reversed the Suplex and lifted the lovers straight into the air. The impressed FAWNatics applaud the show of power as Veronica kept both members of Frenemies With Benefits in the air for three seconds before falling backward and slamming them into the canvas covered plywood with a Double Suplex!
DOUBLE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0CqPxJ1VlI
For a moment both Frenemies and Gangster contemplated the overhead lights from the vantage of the deck, but then it passed and the Star Gazers roared along with their heroine when Veronica kipped to her feet! Behind her, Cassandra was up only moments behind, the Queen Bitch's dark eyes gleaming at the prospect of another chance to impose her will on the former World Champion. Though they rounded on one another at the same time, it was Beckett that acted first, the Nefarious Nebraskan rushing in with a Haymaker aimed at Treymane's chiNO!
'Ronnie dipped the blow, drilled a Forearm Smash into the small of her brunette's back, then lowered her head and wedged it between Cassandra's thighs! Wide-eyed surprise soon gave way to angry concern, Beckett pounding mean little punches down into Treymane's forehead even as the Dangerous Dame stomped into a more suitable arrangement. “Knock it off, bitch!” Cass warned. “Don't even think about WHOOAAANNGGHH!” Veronica 'hupped her off and tossed her down so every bit of the brunette's hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMED down atop Cassava in an involuntary Splash!
ELECTRIC CHAIR SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocqVotTrGkA
Far from satisfied with this double decker challenger stack, Treymane planted a boot in the center of Beckett's shoulders and used her like a springboard to shoot straight up, the big blonde Destroyer kicking both legs forward so she came down with a Butt Bomb that left Beckett groaning and Onika beating her heels against the canvas. A glance to the Noir corner told Treymane that Lily was still collecting her bearings, so she pushed Cassandra off Cassava and helped herself to a double handful of the Super Fan's multicolored locks.
“Real quick to dish it out with that tush of yours, Daisy.” she noted once the BMD Queen was on her feet. “Hope you can take it just as NGH!”
Onika smacked the hands from her hair and followed with a trio of quick Knife-Edge Chops that had Treymane rocked back on her heels. “This peach is gonna take more than your best, hun!” Cass chirped. “It's gonna take your titles tooWHOOHHRGGH!”
Veronica shot in, slapped on a Bear Hug and went up on tiptoe just to THWHUMP the fork of Onika's crotch atop her knee via an Inverted Atomic Drop! The blow left Cassava wincing and shifting from one foot to the other, meaning Treymane had no problem turning her around in a half circle. From there she bent low and wedged her head beneath the challenger's left arm while strapping her right arm across the Iowan's lower back. “You can take this first, Daisy!” Treymane muscled Cassava up onto her right shoulder just to bring her down on the point of her right knee in another Atomic Drop!
Onika yelped and staggered away or at least tried to. She was only a few steps removed when the champ snatched hold of her waistband and reeled her back in! Another lift followed, but rather than deposit Onika on her knee for a third time, the Magnificent Moll tromped over to Beckett and slung a hundred and twenty-five pounds of Butt Bomb onto the Nebraskan's chest!
“YEAH! STACK 'EM UP, 'RONNIE! STACK 'EM UP AND SMASH 'EM FLAT!” Lily Burlingame called over the thunder of the FAWNatics.
Pleased to see the Roseate Rocket back in place, Treymane wiped a forearm across her brow and asked, “Ready for another piece of Cake & Cakier?”
Burlingame hopped onto the bottom rope and leaned out as far as she could. “Oh, I'm STARVING.”
With both Frenemies down and out, Veronica took hold of Beckett's right wrist and hauled her to verticality for the sole purpose of hurling her into the champions' corner with an Irish Whip. The Gorgeous Gangster followed mere steps behind, thus ensuring Beckett didn't have space to turn around before she was [b-BWUNG-THWHAMMED[/b] between the buckles and the blonde's powerful bod. Taking a moment to muss the brunette's hair, Veronica chided, “Time you see how champions do it, Daisy.”
“Oh, kiss my assNGH!” Veronica drove a Kneelift into the Nebraskan's back, tagged Lily in, then crouched down and muscled Beckett onto her shoulders for the second Electric Chair in as many minutes! As for the Star Strider, she sprang to the top rope in a single bound and waited until Treymane had retreated several steps before leaping out into the void! Doing so almost meant the FAWNatics had plenty of time to get on their feet, thus ensuring a truly cacophonous reaction when the former Lightweight Champion drove her knees into Cassandra's shoulders and rode her aaaaaaaaaaalllllll the way to the canvas, Cosmic Noir's Doomsday Meteora just PLANTING the Queen Bitch on the back of her head and shoulders!
Residual momentum sent Burlingame tumbling away from the landing to bounce to boot-leather several feet away. She'd just turned to find Cassandra when Cassava sideswiped her with a quick Forearm Smash! “Why you worrying about my girlfriend?” Onika growled as she snatched hold of the heiress' wrist. “I thought your nose and my cheeks had something special!”
No answer from Burlingame so Cassava stepped away, dropped a hip and hurled into the stra-- Lily dug in her heels and sent the Superfan off in her place, the Roseate Rocket's attention understandably focused on the BMD Queen even though she wasn't the legal Frenemy. And Onika didn't seem to mind the attention or the reversal, indeed she was beaming wide as she came off the ropes at top speed and whipped 'round to hurl that gold winning backside into Lily's incredulous mug with a jaw-breaking Hip Atta-'OOOOOOHHHHH!' from those assembled when Burlingame busted out a vertical leap that landed her astride the shoulders of the Milk Chocolate Mauler. Ankles locked in an instant, Lily torqued backward to THAWHAM Cassava down on the back of her head and shoulders!
POISONED 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OE9Tyg3dLZ8
The Poisoned 'Rana turned Onika inside out with enough force to stand her upright, a position she held for perhaps two seconds prior to flopping facedown on the deck. Lily didn't much like that she was still in the ring, but she didn't want to spend any more time on it, so she turned her attention to Cassandra who was just now getting to her feet after the crushing Double Te--“WHOOOOOAAAHH!”
Shocked dismay from the Queen Bitch when Lily lowered a shoulder, scooped her up in a Fireman's Carry and shouted, “NO ONE SURVIVES A TRIP THROUGH THE...”
'BLACK HOLE!' the Mayhem'ers finished for the champ as she began to spin.
Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty seconds total clicked off the clock before Burlingame ground to a stop and dumped Beckett on a friendly patch of canvas not far from Cosmic Noir's side of town. Making a point to stomp on Cassandra's belly as she made her way to the buckles, Lily clapped Veronica back into the fray and said, “You wanna finish the cowgirl? I'll keep Ms. New Booty occupied.”
Treymane was already halfway up the turnbuckles. “Done and done.”
Certain her partner could and would take care of business, Burlingame did an about-face and sprinted straight at the slowly rising Cassava. No boot for Beckett's tummy this time, the Crimson Comet skipped over the legal Frenemy en route to the BMD Queen and took to the skies once more, Lily catching her foe's noggin with tight Headscissors that provided a suitable anchor when the brunette swung up under Cassava's left arm so she could catch hold of the other wrestler's right wrist. “HHHRRRRHHH GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Onika wailed in startled anguish, the pressure of the Headscissors and the crank of the Armbar forcing the usually frenetic powerhouse to a labored crawl.
COSMIC ENTANGLEMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2-E_H3f0l4
“On the mat!” Burlingame demanded as she tightened the knots of her Cosmic Entanglement. “I mean it, baby! Don't make me squeeze you OOOOOOWWWWW!”
Desperate to free herself from Lily's complicated clutches, Cassava slapped her left hand against the other brunette's buns, then grabbed hold of her waistband and pulled as hard as she could! “How you gonna squeeze me when you're picking your wedgie?” Onika groaned as she yanked those distended briefs back 'n forth. “Huh? How ya gonna do that, LilAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE DAMMIT!”
Burlingame paid her back in kind, halving her grip on Cassava's trapped wrist so she could turn those pink short-shorts into the scantest of thongs! The burning jolt sent a shudder through the Superfan's legs, but after a moment she caught her balance and took an awkward step toward--THA-WHAM! Veronica came off the top rope in a huge Splash that landed flush across Beckett's chest!
BIG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5ieTPPjHKI
That ring-rattling impact knocked Onika to the mat, the Milk Chocolate Mauler crying out in distress as she toppled to her belly a few feet removed from her squashed partner. Speaking of whom, Beckett managed to roll onto a hip and shoulder only to snarl in disgust when the Dangerous Dame plunged both hands into her dark hair.
“So you're the Queen Bitch, that right?” 'Ronnie asked Cassandra as she drew the wobbly-legged challenger into a sturdy Double Underhook. “Well Queen Bitch, I'm the Warden of the Pinstripe Penitentiary, allow me to show you to your cell!”
On that note Treymane dipped down, then muscled Beckett up high enough to thread the brunette's legs around her hips in a loose Scissors. Cassava saw her beloved drawn into position and strained a hand toward her, alas she was too far removed to do anything other than watch when Veronica slung her a second time, the Magnificent Moll stretching out her foe like a victory banner before she twisted over and laid out full force to DRIVEBeckett down on the back of her head and shoulders!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_oC-j_aHYw
Left sprawled flat on her back after her trip to Gangster's Paradise, Beckett offered little more than a muffled groan when Treymane scooted into position and dropped her be-wedgied buns on the Nebraskan's nose! Grinning as the FAWNatics cheered a little louder, 'Ronnie leaned forward, looped her arms around Beckett's thighs and leaned backward to point the brunette's BITCH armored backside toward the rafters while Reginald and the rest of the crowd counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Releasing her wedgie at the sound of the bell, Lily shoveled Cassava onto her back and swung a leg over to take a seat of her own, the Crimson Comet fluffing her hair, then flexing her biceps when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions.... COSMIC NOIR!”
Cassava must've heard it too because she moaned and kicked her legs up in an effort to pluck Lily off with a Headscissors. Alas, the Roseate Rocket caught hold of her thighs and leaned backward to trap Onika in an identical Reverse Matchbook!
“Hey, nice wedgie!” Veronica said of Cassava's squirming, upturned buns. “Ya know, I think this couple should coordinate!” Just like that she hooked her thumbs into the leg holes of Cassandra's leather briefs and gave them a sharp yank that transformed 'BITCH' into 'T' in a single cheek splitting instant.
The ladies of Cosmic Noir showed off the exhausted challengers for a long five count, then tossed those gams aside and got up for hug and a victorious butt bump. Gifted their gold shortly thereafter, Veronica planted a foot on Beckett's chest and raised it overhead while Lily waggled her hips and carefully undid her own wedgie before strapping the belt around her trim waist.
Feeling eyes on her, Lily glanced over one shoulder and winked at Cassava, who was watching her with a disappointed, but far from beaten expression. Palming her buns in both hands, the heiress gave 'em a jostle and said, “Better luck next time, babe. Hope you liked your slice of Cosmic Cake.”
“More like a cupcake.” Onika muttered. “Things'll be different next time.”
Lily didn't turn around, though the tense set of her shoulders suggested she could do so in a blink. “Keep talking and they'll be very different. Next time I won't get up while you're still awake.”
The BMD Queen glowered and pushed to one knee, which caused Lily to round on her penitent foe. They might've gone nose to nose if Veronica hadn't looped an arm around Burlingame's bicep and pulled her away.
“This isn't a fight you're gonna win by yourself, Cassava.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse noted. “And if you swing on my partner, you will be fighting both of us. Understand?”
Onika grimaced, stood up and moved to position herself between the champs and Cassandra. “Next time, then.” she said. “Cass and I will be ready. Unless of course either of you want to try for BMD gold. Then we can go whenever you want.”
Lily looked like she was going to say something, though she ultimately decided against it. In the end she tipped a curt nod to the challenger, then skipped out through the ropes and headed up the aisle swatting hands with fans on both sides.
“Tell your girl, she wants some more, she knows where to find me.” Veronica told the Super Fan. “She and I can fight for pride anytime, anywhere, no gold necessary.”
Cassava nodded. “Good fight, Veronica.”
“Good fight, Cassava.”
With that Treymane turned around and hurried to catch up with her partner, leaving the ring on a wave of applause while Onika dropped to a knee to check on her slowly stirring girlfriend.
Danger! High Voltage- Electric Six
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-FxmoVM7X4
The perfect storm of techno and rock trickled through the speakers and built to a roar, the people always grooving to this dankest of jams and their mood brightened even more once Cassava Onika burst onto the scene, Jump Kicking through the curtains to an Upstart level pop while the FAWNtron above her exploded into fiery text displaying her name.
CASSAVA ONIKA:
Cassava playfully went through some Martial arts exercises at the top of the ramp, her blonde hair with pink highlights bouncing in the air. Instead of an anime caricature of herself doing the same moves on the screen to various monsters, Onika was animated in a PowerPuff-esque style. She’s dressed for battle in her standard white-beater shirt with a red bra to contain her envy-invoking hills. Her bare feet tapped against the metal of the ramp as she switched from kah-rah-tay to bouncing foot to foot, Onika turned so the audience could look at what they bought their tickets for; the best, biggest, and most highly trained ass in FAWN, tightly wrapped in pink short-shorts that seemed painted on.
On the FAWNtron, Powerpuff Cassava was surrounded by the monsters. Just as they began to close in on her, Powerpuff Cassandra Beckett smashed through the wall behind her and disposed of the vile creatures, while Cassava looked on, starry-eyed. While this was going on, in real life Cassava’s former tormentor and present-day tag team partner, Cassandra Beckett, strutted out onto the stage. She was decked out in her usual ring attire of a black leather halter top with a star-shaped boob window and gold trim, black leather short shorts, with 'BITCH' written across her shapely ass, and black boots. Cassava, her back still to the audience, made eye contact with Beckett, and gave her a smile, which was reciprocated by the Queen Bitch with a little nod thrown in.
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
“Making their way to the ring; standing at 5’2” and 5’6’ and weighing at a total combined weight of two hundred fifty-nine pounds! From Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Red Cloud, Nebraska respectively. The Superfan Cassava Onika, and The Queen Bitch Cassandra Beckett! Frenemies With Benefits!!!”
Onika pulled Beckett in for a warm embrace to a sizeable pop from the crowd. They separated just a bit to look each other in the face, meaning Beckett got to enjoy the feeling of her chest pressing against and being dwarfed by Onika’s behemoth boobage. Beckett grinned with a lust for battle… and regular lust, “Ready to win some doubles gold, babe? These gals seem tough but nothing we can’t handle.
What-haheheh!” Cassava giggled as she lifted her taller bed buddy off her feet, “Heck yeah I’m ready! We’re taking their gold and giving them some Cake as a consolation prize. Let’s kick ass!”
“Hell Yeah!”
Cassava set Cassandra down just for the Red Cloud Rager to lift her up and do another rom-com spin. They then marched down to the ring, hand in hand, fist-bumping and high fiving fans as they went. Cassava sauntered up the steel steps first letting Cassandra ogle what she got to handle nightly and what millions of FAWNatics dreamed of doing themselves. The two Cass’ patted the large arms of their referee for the match, Official Worthington, or Reggie to his friends. Cassava snuck in a squeeze of his bicep, “My buff, British buddy. We’ll try to keep this one clean or ya.”
REGINALD WORTHINGTON THE THIRD
The alpha zebra chuckled warmly, “it’d be most appreciated, Miss.”
Reggie was in the midst of checking the Cass' (mostly Beckett) for foreign objects when the Announcer called forth to the heavens. “And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
The low red glare of the Star Strider's entrance was augmented by a gout of flame sparking from the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. All at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of 'Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the Mayhem throng welcomed the champs through the curtain with cacophonous cheer.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
“Remind me,” Lily asked Veronica after she'd properly saluted the crowd, “have we ever faced a team that was a couple before?”
“I...don't think so?” Treymane replied after some hesitation. “Why? Got a problem beating up a Daisy when her significant other is waiting on the other side of the apron?”
Burlingame snorted derisively. “Hell no. I embarrassed plenty of sorority sisters while their meathead boyfriends looked on while I was in college.” she paused a moment, mulling it over. “None of those boyfriends were as mean as Beckett, admittedly.”
You want me to take the cowgirl, then? I've got plenty of experience with mean Texans.”
Cass is from Nebraska, don't let her hear you confuse the two.”
So's Vale. Got plenty of experience with her too. Ready to slice this cake?”
The Crimson Comet was born ready so she hoisted an invisible detonator overhead, then brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Roseate Rocket a few steps ahead.
For tonight's battle against FWB, Lily wore her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the dark blue replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a highly-polished black.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began.
A jaunty pose with both belts raised to the rafters earned a loud roar from the Star Gazers and the quick arrival of Reginald Worthington, who set to work checking their pads and boots. “Not gonna let Cassava flirt her way out of a spanking are ya, 'Reggie?” Lily joked once she cleared inspection.
“Perish the thought, Miss.” he replied with a faint smile before turning his attention to 'Ronnie.
His assurance was more than enough for the heiress, who stepped forward for the champions when she saw Cassava had done the same for the challengers. As for Treymane, she stayed in the ring just long enough to make sure the Frenemies weren't going to sucker them with an immediate tag to Beckett.
Cassandra seemed to realize this as she made a point of raising the tag rope in one hand. “Don't worry about me, sweetness.” she called across the squared circle. “You'll be seeing me soon enough.”
Treymane answered with a hard smile while Burlingame and Onika closed ground so they'd be front and center for the opening bell.
“Good luck tonight, Lily.” Cassava said as she offered her hand to the former Lightweight Champion. “I know you're good, but you're gonna need more than a few cherry bombs to keep us away from those titles.”
Burlingame grinned, returned the handshake, then broke apart and started to circle. “And you're gonna need more than a knowledge of the classics to put me down, Cass. You want gold around your waist? You need to outwrestle me, not beat me at bar triv--”
The bell sounded with an echoing CLANG and Onika shot forward at once to sweep the Crimson Comet into a heavy Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Though they were identical in height, Cassava had fifteen pounds on Burlingame and she put it to good use by marching the surprised brunette toward a neutral corner. Lily made her work for it, but Onika's progress never slowed and in less than ten seconds she'd forced Burlingame's bum against the middle buckle.
Very much aware of the BMD Queen's curves pressing against her tummy and chest, Lily hooked a foot over the bottom rope and said, “Break.”
Cassava held on just long enough to let Burlingame know she was thinking about it, then raised both hands to shoulder-level and took a step bac-THWHUMP! Onika swiveled around on the spot and swung one wrecking ball hip into the pit of Burlingame's stomach! Lily gaped and doubled over so Cass smudged her back up against the buckles, then grabbed hold of the top rope to put a little more momentum on the second Hip Check she smashed into the brunette's midsection!
“BREAK!” Veronica shouted her irritation from Noir's side of the ring. “C'mon Reggie, she was in the corn—HEY! Make her break it, dammit!”
The second Hip Check dropped Lily onto her butt, meaning Onika served up some early match cake by driving the full weight of her backside into-- Lily felt it coming and got her forearms up at the last second, alas the pressure of Cassava's grind meant Burlingame's features were aggressively abraded by her own guard! Cassava worked the almost Stink Face until Reggie reached 'FOUR!' on his count, then she strutted away and flicked her shorts tight before offering a theatrical bow to the Cassandra and the FAWNatics.
“Hope you like dessert, Lily.” she teased the champ while Burlingame regained her composure. “Because tonight's menu is a twelve course feast. All of it cake.”
“With a hefty side of ass whoopin'.” Beckett added with a smirk.
Wagging a finger at 'Ronnie to confirm she wasn't interested in tagging out, Lily wiped the back of her wrist against her mouth, then grabbed hold of the middle rope and returned to verticality in a single sinuous movement. “You can serve up as many courses as you want to, baby.” she told Onika with a knowing smile. “But trust me, you'll get sick of it before I do.”
Cassava arched an incredulous eyebrow. “Oh, you are SO wrong. And I'm gonna love proving it.”
Burlingame merely beckoned the challenger forward so Onika obliged her, the two wrestlers coming together like they magnetiz—Lily snatched hold of Cass' right wrist, stretched that arm out full length and promptly twisted it through one, two, three painful rotations! The torque on her shoulder forced Onika to hunch forward, her free hand massaging the tweaked joint to alleviate the worst of the-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Positioned off the blonde's right side, Burlingame planted on her right foot so she could snap a trio of quick kicks across the jutting shelf of Cassava's backside!
Onika powered free, tromped forward and turned around, her hands flying up in case Lily tried to press her advantage. She didn't, the Star Strider instead choosing to meet the Super Fan's eyes from a safe distance. “Put it in my face again, I'll work it over.” she said softly. “That's your only warning, Cassava.”
Cass laughed, shook her head 'no'. “You got it all wrong, Lily. I'll put it in your face all I want. And it'll work youover.”
“Prove it, bubble butt.”
Them was fightin' words and Onika responded in kind, the slighted Iowan rushing in to THWAP Burlingame across the chest with a quick Forearm Smash! Lily swayed without giving ground, indeed she planted her feet and laid some lightning across the blonde's chest with a snappy Knife-Edge Chop!
Cassava grimaced, shook her head in what was either pain or disappointment. “Yeesh, only two out of five on the Bloodwind Scale. I would've expected better from you, Lily.”
“And you're what, about a point three on the Bates Curve?” Burlingame countered. “Guess that cake is more sponge than anything el--”
Onika shut down that slanderous filth with a few more Forearm Smashes, all of which were returned as Chops by the equally motivated champion. After several more rounds of this one for one exchange, the Maroon Meteor changed things up with a knee to the gut that allowed her to snatch hold of Cassava's wrist and send her into the ropes with an Irish NOPE! Cass planted her feet, grabbed on tight and reversed the momentum of the Whip to send Burlingame to the strands in her place. Not only that, Onika tore off after her foe and left her feet in a low hop, the blonde whipping around in a half circle that'd drive her glutes into, if not through Burlingame's ribs the instant she turned arNO!
Lily must've heard the challenger's feet pounding on the mat because rather than turn around she leapt from the mat to the top rope in a single bound and vaulted away in a gorgeous back flip that put her down in the middle of the ring while Cassava ended up seated on the middle strand with both arms draped over the top. “Don't think watching years of old matches is gonna help you beat me, Cass.” the champ advised. “I've got plenty of stuff held in reserve especially for tape nerds like you.”
“Joke all you want, I'll be watching this tape over and over again once the Tag Titles are around our waists.” Onika countered as she pushed off the ropes. “I understand you won't get nearly as much out of it as I will, but you should force yourself to watch at least once. It'll give you a much better idea of all the moments you missed while your nose was between my cheeks.”
“Only thing I'm putting up there is my boot. That's a promise, baby.”
Oh so eager to prove the champion wrong, Onika sped toward Burlingame and would've caught her in another clench if the heiress hadn't dipped low at the last second. The patter of boots told her Lily was headed for the far side of the ring, so rather than wheel around and try to catch her, the Booty General headed in the opposite direction to ensure both ladies were moving at a good clip when they met in the middle of the-- Cass lashed out with a Clothesline that Lily dipped, then hooked and used to whip around behind the startled blon--“OOOFFFHHH!” the air burst from Burlingame's lungs when Onika thrust her hips backward, once again smashing 'em into the brunette's stomach!
Rounding on the spot, Cassava claimed the Crimson Comet's wrist as her own, then stepped back and sent her off with an Irish Whip only to reel her right back in so she could thrust her hands into the Lightweight's armpits and shoot her skyward for a massive Rydeen--'OOOOOOHHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when Lily floated free of Onika's grip, 'smecked' her thighs around the challenger's noggin and flipped her to the deck with a gorgeous Hurricanrana!
Cass landed hard on her butt, scrambled to her feet and--THWHAP! Lily caught her flush on the buns with a Shotgun Dropkick that sent the BMD Queen sprawling to all fours only a few feet from the FWB corner.
“C'mon!” Burlingame had advanced on her adversary only to cede several steps when she realized Beckett was within Cassava's reach. “Cake party's not over yet, is it babe? That was what, two courses? I'm not even close to full yet!”
“Why don't you let me take over for a while, Cassava.” Beckett asked her partner. “Seems like the rich girl's trying to get into your head. I'd like to see if she can get into mine.”
Onika frowned, she didn't like the thought of retreating from the first skirmish, but she couldn't deny that Cassandra was right. “Tape doesn't do her justice.” Cass told the Nebraskan as she got to her feet. “Be careful.”
“Where's the fun in that?” Beckett slapped her partner's hand, then dipped through the ropes and started toward the Roseate Rocket. “You gonna stay around and chat a while?” the Queen Bitch asked. “Or are you gonna... and that answers that.”
Lily sure as hell wasn't afraid of the rough and tumble brunette, but she wasn't about to let herself get drawn into a bad spot when there was a clear path to the Pinstripe Powerhouse, who she tagged in to a cheer from those assembled.
“Feels like we've waited long enough, Daisy.” Veronica said as she closed on the black-clad brunette. “How 'bout you and I get to know each other a little better?”
Beckett grinned and beckoned the Noir Knock-Out closer with both hands, “You read my mind, blondie.”
There’s a buzz in the air as the big girls of the two teams circled one another; Veronica Treymane had the hardcore-fan seal of approval for injecting new blood into the World title picture without the aid of a famous mentor or familial clout, and Cassandra Beckett earned that same seal for brutal matches at the forefront of a revitalized indie scene. A preview of an online wrestling fan’s dream match took place when Cassandra and Veronica interlocked fingers for a Test of Strength; biceps, triceps, and buttocks flexed and jiggled respectively as the women pushed each other with their full bodies as their partners cheered them on from the apron.
Cassandra and Veronica separated and slapped their bodies back together, each planting a foot back for leverage so they could pour their all into winning this opening skirmish. They went cheek to cheek and breast to breast, grinding the bones in their hands as they tried to push through the other woman to the opposite side.
Cassandra retreated the tiniest bit and smacked her belly against Veronica's, she growls in her ear, "Not bad. Usually, when a gal goes hard on a gimmick it means they can't hack it. You two must be the exception."
Veronica's lips curled, she swayed back and rammed herself against The Queen Bitch, Beckett's form nearly faltered but she held strong. “We’re exceptional, Daisy. You’re about to learn why.”
Cassandra chuckled, “Heh, we’ll see.”
The powerhoused add some head-to-head grinding to their belly battle, to the untrained eye it would seem like some very aggressive nuzzling. Smeck! Smeck! Smeck! Their bodies smacking against each other over and over, this contest wasn't ending until it’s clear who’s stronger- Maybe not! Cassandra held her fire and leaned out of the way, dodging The Gorgeous Gangster’s abs like a matador.
Cassandra slipped an ankle behind Veronica's and swept the legs out from under the beautiful blonde while pushing Veronica onto her back. Beckett's middle got the last word in the exchange as it Smecks! On top of Treymane's when Cassandra fell on her in a pin, fingers still interlocked.
Reginald's quick to kneel and ready to count as soon as Veronica's shoulders hit the canvas, but his large hand only strikes "ONE!" before Veronica rose off the mat into a bridge. Beckett kicked her feet up and landed on the tag champ's thighs, trying to collapse the bridge with her weight but the imitation Dearborn Street held firm.
Cassandra hopped in place a couple of times and Veronica wobbled, but she did not fall down. Cassandra gave an impressed head tilt, "Nice Bridge."
Veronica smiled, "Thanks, I made it myself."
Lily cupped her hands at her mouth and loudly chided her partner from the apron playfully, but also slightly annoyed, “Stop flirting and pin her!”
Cassava yelled at her girlfriend and partner in turn, “Flirt all you want! I trust you!”
Cassandra laughed a little and glanced over her shoulder at Cassava, the glow the Nebraskan had made Veronica suppress an urge to go “Aww...” from how adorable Cassandra turned in the moment. Veronica cast her gaze to Lily with an irritated expression, made humorous by her still maintaining the Bridge meaning her face is upside-down, “Why can't you be that supportive?”
Lily rolled her eyes and threw a hand up, exasperated “If we start dating, I’ll sing your praises, okay?”
“Oh, you should be so luckyeEE!!”
Veronica's stomach lurched as she's pulled to her feet by Beckett, who raised her knee into Veronica's right wrist, breaking the contest on that side. Beckett contorted the Gangster's limb with a Wristlock and when she flinched Cassandra slipped behind Veronica bringing the arm with her in a Hammerlock, switching to a Waistlock when she forced the blonde onto tiptoe. The Redneck's biceps flexed and the knot of fists dug into Treymane's belly; she correctly predicted a German Suplex and lowered her center with a wide crouch. Cassandra huffed an irksome breath into the back of Veronica's neck as she ground into her firm rear trying to deadlift the champion.
Veronica shook her head, "Not gonna happen." She dug a thumb into a pressure point on Cassandra's wrist, making the Frenemy hiss in pain and her hand spasm. Veronica broke out of the Waistlock while holding the weakened hand and spun on the balls of her feet to give Cassandra a receipt Wristlock. Veronica yanked Beckett close then ensnared and flipped the brunette over with a coconut cracking Headlock Takeover. Cassandra hit the canvas with a Thwam! The ring’s still vibrating when Veronica felt a pair of pale steel stems latch onto her skull and pull her down to the mat; Cassandra escaped the Headlock with a Headscissors. Cassandra’s squeezing before Treymane’s shoulderblades touch canvas; she went into a push-up position for maximum pressure when The Gorgeous Gangster pulled a Houdini and slipped from Beckett’s crushing thighs with a Kip Up! Treymane practically flew to her feet, then whirled around and dashed at Beckett who's just gotten to her knees.
Treymane had the high ground but that didn't mean it's stable; Beckett swept the statuesque champion off her feet with a slash of one arm and threw herself atop Treymane in a Lateral pin. Ref. Worthington barely had the time to lower himself to the mat before Veronica kicked out with such force Beckett was thrown off her person and now it's a race to stand that ended in a tie. The Frenemy made the first move, wrapping and thwaping Veronica on the canvas with a Headlock Takeover. Cosmic Noir's muscle turned the match into a Mobius strip; Veronica escaped the Headlock by wrapping her gorgeous gams around Cassandra's ears and yanking her to the ground with a Headscissors. The official saw a pattern occurring and remained standing, and was proven correct almost instantly. Beckett Kipped Up and out of the Headscissors, she ran at Veronica just to get her legs swept out from under her and sandwiched between the Noir Knockout's hard body and the plywood of the ring floor. Reginald dropped, and as he raised his hand Beckett bursts out of cover sending Treymane rolling away, each woman eager not to be ambushed rushed to a knee with a hasty guard.
Both gladiatrices stared across the ring at each other as they caught their breath amidst the appreciative applause from the FAWN Faithful for the little chain wrestling mini-clinic. On the apron, Lily and Cassava followed the crowd, enjoying the spectacle.
“Nice moves, Ronnie! Been studying my old Cherry Bomb matches?”
“You’re doing awesome, babe! You got her right where you want her!”
The Destroyers slowly and silently rose to their feet, just a degree or two away from glaring at each other. Normally any affirmations from her short-stack sweetie brightened Cassandra’s mood instantly, but tonight she felt just frustrated. Cassandra poured her all into gaining a lead in the match only to be mired in an endless stalemate. Veronica, feeling very much the same starts pushing the brunette’s buttons, “Not bad, Daisy…Guess there’s more to you than garbage brawling and a nice ass!”
Cassandra’s not one to take that lying down, and she’s not starting tonight, “Well, maybe if ya’d’a done yer homework, you’d already know that. You’d think a former World Champion would know better than to take her opponents lightly…Daisy.”
“Least I’ve been World Champion someplace other than a hole-in-the-wall indy promotion in the middle of the desert!”
She shoved Cassandra back, but The Queen Bitch snapped back into place and in The Gangster’s face. “That’s only because I wasn’t around when you were champ! Otherwise, I’d a been the one ta take that belt offa you, and not that Jenny Jacobs chick!”
She shoved Veronica away, and the Noir Knockout immediately stepped back into place and ground her forehead against Cassandra’s, the two locking horns like angry bulls as they quickly descended into a heated argument.
These two had some bad chemistry.
Of course bad chemistry often led to entertaining explosions and such was the case here, at least for the capacity crowd when Beckett created some separation with a rough shove, then stepped through it all to THWHAP a heavy Forearm Smash across the Dangerous Dame's chest! Veronica grunted and took a half step back before returning the favor with interest, the weight of her shot enough to make Cassandra groan and Cassava wince.
And yet the Nefarious Nebraskan only shook her head and favored Treymane with an incredulous look. “That all you got, cutie? Your sister hits harder and she was an accountant!”
Veronica's eyes narrowed before she countered with a snort and smirk. “I could ask you the same thing, Daisy. Leah hits a helluva lot harder than you. Of course she's from Texas so I guess that explains--” CRAAACK!
Beckett's right hand flew out with viper-speed to Bitch Slap the taste, not to mention the sass, outta Treymane's mouth! “Better watch that pretty mouth of yours, 'Ronnie.” the brunette hissed. “Otherwise you might end up flossing with those pin-stripes you love so muCHHNNNNGGHHH!”
Veronica tagged her with an answering shot, a scathing, disrespectful Backhand that had the FAWNatics putting a hand to their mouths in sympathetic anguish. “Queen Bitch is still a bitch,” the Gorgeous Gangster explained to the staggered battler, “and I won't take disrespect from a bitcHHRRRGGH!”
Cassandra popped her in the mouth with a straight right hand and just like that it was on, the two heavy hitters latching on with a fistful of her foe's hair to better hold her steady for the flurry of closed fists delivered directly to the other's hairline and brow!
“Knock her down, babe!” Onika shouted from the challengers' corner. “She can't hang with you, she ain't got what it takes!”
“The hell she doesn't!” Lily countered from Noir's side of town. “Lump her up, 'Ronnie! Put that bum on her butt!”
Neither Beckett or Treymane noted the urging of their respective partners, in fact they almost didn't note the urging of Reginald Worthington until he was almost shouting in their ears. “Open those fists right now, ladies! If I have to count I will prize you apart myself!” Their fists faltered but didn't stop flying so the ref barked out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Cassandra let go and stepped back with both hands raised to shoulder level only to immediately clout Veronica across the cheek with another sharp smack. “You sure you're a champion, sweetness? Because you take a slap like a bitch, that's for GGGRRRHHHHHH!”
Treymane darted in, wrapped an arm around the brunette's noggin and pulled her down into a Side Headlock! Hands knotted against Beckett's cheekbone, 'Ronnie grrrrrrrrrrrooouuund the challenger's temple against the point of her hip and stamped in place until Cass was groaning in time with each landing! “Were you saying something, Daisy?” she taunted the suffering Nebraskan. “Something about being a bitch, weren't you?” Rather than wait for an answer she pulled a hand away from the Headlock and aggressively rubbed her knuckles against the crown of Beckett's skull.
“BITCH!” Cassandra pounded punches into Treymane's flank, then crooked her hand into a claw and dragged it up the blonde's right thigh a few times. “Get the fuck offa me or I'll OOOWWWW HAIR! HAIR DAMMIT!”
Veronica snatched hold of the other wrestler's dark locks and pulled like she meant to liberate it from Cass' scalp! “Whine and cry to the ref?” she snapped. “That's about what I'd expect from a poseur like youOOOOHHHHHHH YOU NASTY BITCH!”
Beckett was having no luck escaping the Headlock so she made the most of her torment by catching hold of 'Ronnie's waistband and raising it high enough to put the former World Champion up on tiptoes. “Yuuhhh.... yeah, that's the sort of respect I want to hear in your voice!” the Queen Bitch huffed at her rival. “Now let's you and me take a walk, ok sweet cheeks?” Using Treymane's trunks as a handle, Beckett turned them toward Cassava's voice and started marching in that direction. She was only a few steps from the tag (at least that's what the roar of the crowd indicated) when the Magnificent Moll doubled down on the Headlock and stomped back to the middle of the ring despite the anguish inflicted by her distended togs!
“DAMN YOU!” Beckett abandoned the wedgie and went to work on the small of Treymane's back, just hammering away with her forearm! “LET GO, TREYMANE! LET GO OR SO HELP MEEEEEUUUUUGGGHHHHH!”
Veronica broke into a short run, then leapt up and came down on her butt to THWHUNK Cassandra's forehead against the canvas with a massive Bulldog! Shooting a Half Nelson to better roll Beckett onto her back, the champ hooked the far leg and pressed the ridge of her forearm against the Nebraskan's jawline to get some abrasive revenge while Reggie and the rest of the crowd counted off...
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=olnrv0EQAik
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Cassandra lifted a shoulder to break the count, she also put a little extra mustard on it by scuffing the heel of one palm across the side of Veronica's mouth! “Guuhhh... gonna take more than that to beat me, bitcGRRHH!”
Treymane thumped the brunette's belly with a Double Axehandle stiff enough to sit the challenger up straight! Filling her hands Beckett's hair immediately thereafter, Veronica stood up and forced Cass to do the same just so she could shoot in low and wrap her arms around the other wrestler's thighs. From there she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHAM the Queen Bitch's back against the deck with a ring-rattling Spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGUx3Rugv-Q
Lily and the other Star Gazers called for a pin but 'Ronnie had other plans. Helping herself to the brunette's boots, Treymane got up and tucked them under her armpits so they were quite secure when she rolled Beckett onto her stomach, then stepped over and sat down for a DEEP Boston Crab!
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjVojru7coE
“AAAAAAARRRRHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!” the Nebraskan pounded a fist against the mat before grabbing hold of her own hair to spread out the pain.
Over on the Frenemies side of the squared circle, Cassava noted the curve of her girlfriend's back and knew she had to do something in short order. Taking a quick glance around the ring, the BMD Champ grabbed hold of the top rope and started to slip thro--“Don't even think about it, Cassava!” Onika's attention snapped to the opposite corner where damned if the Crimson Comet wasn't perched on the top rope as if she'd hopped there the instant she saw the challenger move. Shaking her head in frustration, Onika slipped back to the apron as Lily did the same.
“Power out, baby!” she called to the straining brunette. “She's not tuffer than you! Show her why you're Queen Beeyotch!”
“She's no queen, just another daisy in lock-up!” Burlingame called in support of her friend. “Girl's sentenced to hard time in the Pinstripe PrisHOLD HER DOWN, 'RONNIE! HOLD HER DOWN!”
Treymane was doing her best to comply, yet Cassandra Beckett pushed up on her palms regardless. Doing so did nothing to alleviate the pressure on her spine, it did however allow the brunette to tuck her chin and scrabble through the champ's legs to effectively transform the Crab into nothing more than a simple Takedown. Aware that she was still very much in control of the Nefarious Nebraskan, Veronica tugged Cass up so she was stacked on her shoulders, then pivoted toward a neutral corner and dropped backward to fling her burden at the buckles with a gorgeous slingshoNOOOO!
Beckett turned the potentially catastrophic impact into a perfect landing on the second turnbuckle, the black-clad battler quickly scrambling around so she could take to the skies as soon as Treymane got to her fee--“NNNNNGGGHHHH!” The Diving Shoulderblock caught Veronica square in the sternum, knocking her to the mat in a single stroke!
DIVING SHOULDERBLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjygAmW_muY
Beside her, Beckett pumped a fist for the crowd, but didn't go for a cover. Like the blonde a few moments prior, she grabbed herself a double handful of hair and hauled Treymane to verticality. Just like that she dipped a shoulder, slipped an arm between Veronica's gams and muscled her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carr--“HUUUUFFFFHHHH!” The Queen Bitch tossed Treymane up and out while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWHUMP the champ's midsection with a vicious Gutbuster!
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYQTafLnCUw
The nauseating blow folded 'Ronnie in half, so Beckett stretched her out flat and planted a knee atop her chest, not for a pin but to ensure she couldn't wriggle away when she SMACKED a white-knuckled Claw into Veronica's gulping belly!
“GAAAAAAAWWWWD!” Veronica writhed like she'd been touched with a live wire, not that it freed her from the brunette's grip.
“THERE'S QUIT IN THAT THAR BELLY!” Cassava called in her best prospector's voice. “DIG IT OUT, BABY! I BET SHE'LL TRADE TITLES FOR TUMMY!”
“Yeah, you've got quitter written all over you, cupcake.” Cassandra grinned as she tried to push on through the struggling blonde. “I can see it. My partner can see it. Even your partner can see it, though she doesn't wanna say anything.”
“Thuuuuhhhh.... that so?” Treymane wheezed. “Then why's the match still going? Your hand already tired? Or maybe you're all mouthNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Beckett relinquished the Belly Claw in favor of several unanswered shots to the Gorgeous Gangster's aching abs. These were followed by a Wristlock which she used to haul Treymane to her fee--“NNNNGGHHH!”
Veronica sprang up and DROVE the point of her right knee into Cassandra's chin!
The Queen Bitch swayed like a reed, then reared back and snapped forward to THWHONK her forehead against the champ's in a massive Headbutt!
Blonde and brunette stumbled, crumpled to one knee and only seemed to rise when they realized her opponent was doing to the same. Regarding one another with bleary, furious eyes, they let out a mutual roar followed by an identical set of Haymakers that crashed off their jaws and sent both wrestlers tumbling to the canvas in an exhausted sprawl.
Lily and Cassava were showing a lot of things in common tonight; they independently and simultaneously started clapping a starry rhythm that the crowd picked up quickly, each trying to stir their partners to their corners.
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
The support of the masses rouses the big girls from their daze, they slowly rolled away from each other and crawled to their home corners. Now it's a race to tag their partner and gain a lead in the match; Cassandra and Veronica were the same distance away from the buckles and similarly tired, but Cassandra had one thing in her favour….. Love.
Yes, the power of love proved the deciding factor! Cassandra was drawn to Onika like a moth to a flame on their off days, in this match, she's moving like Onika's an oasis in the Sahara desert. Cassandra's several steps ahead of the opposition and tagged The Superfan's outstretched hand with a loud smack!
Cassava slingshot herself over the top rope, yelling mid-air, "Good job, baby!" And sprinted across the ring as Cassandra rolled under the bottom rope with a departing, "Go get 'em baby!"
At Cosmic Noir’s side of the ring, Lily Burlingame was hopping on the apron desperate for Veronica to tag her in, She’s looking down at Veronica and urging her forward, meaning she didn’t see the tag and was completely unaware of the oncoming Milk Chocolate Mauler. The former Cherry Bomb’s fingers were a few inches away from her partner’s when her vision was painfully eclipsed by Onika’s moon, the lightweight Frenemy used Veronica’s back as a step stool to leap in the air and nail Lily in the face with a surprise Hip Attack! Burlingame was knocked from the apron and landed on the padded concrete outside with a splat!
Veronica didn't cotton to being stepped on or her Co-champion being hurt, she lurched from the mat ready to throw hands, “Watch yourself, Lakeisha Lite! You bettURRGH!!”
Cassava took out Cosmic and Noir in quick fashion; after butting Burlingame out of the picture, Cassava nimbly caught her balance on the top buckle and threw herself into a front flip. The moment Veronica stands straight 125lbs of Kylie-loving fandom hit her in the chest and rode her down to the canvas with a Seated Senton, Cassava’s peach crushed Veronica’s melons when they hit the ring floor and drove the air out of the Gangster. Veronica stared up at Onika breathing hoarsely with wide eyes, it’s like a nightmare she had where Sydney Deschain dropped out of the ceiling as she’s about to go to sleep. Recognizing an opponent’s look of shock when experiencing the greatness of her glutes for the first time, Cassava gave Veronica a pair of finger guns and a wink, “Believe the hype.”
BOOTY GO ROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3N_3TaYC-k
Official Worthington moved faster than one would expect of a man his size to make the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Veronica tucked in those gorgeous gams of hers and bucked free with a second to spare, jolting Cassava onto hands and knees. Veronica’s scrambling to stand, but the curvaceous content creator’s a second ahead. “Just a bump in the road,” Cassava told herself as she fired a Toe Kick into the femme fatale’s belly. In a very literal sense, Onika’s big toe spiked into the blonde’s belly with a precision Veronica does not enjoy or appreciate. She doubled over with a gag, and Cassava dipped under her bowed form and lifted her into the air with a Fireman’s Carry.
Onika moved deeper into the ring as fast as she could with a Destroyer across her shoulders, calling out to the Alpha zebra behind them, “Stay close, Handsome. The winning pin is coming up.”
Cassava threw herself into another front flip, slamming Treymane’s back into the ring floor and popping onto her feet like she used the big blonde as a trampoline. The vivacious video essayist put her hands on her knees and backed dat ass up one, two, three, four, five times, filling the building with whistles and catcalls, a lot of them from her own partner, Beckett! Lily climbed back onto the apron just as Cassava sprang to her feet, so she’s in the right spot and the right moment to watch the Buns of Mass Destruction bounce and jiggle close enough to hear the cheeks clap. The multicolored dye job seemed like a nice girl, but Lily’s taking that twerk taunt as a personal affront and that’s bad news for FWB. On the fifth booty bounce, Cassava launched into a Standing Moonsault that’s could be described as spectacular, possibly even Sensational.
CHEEKYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3G52fymLDQ
“OOOFFHH!”
Veronica let outs a big gush of air as Cassava landed across her middle like a weirdly sexy sack of potatoes. The Superfan hooked one leg, grapevined the other and pressed Veronica’s cheek into the canvas to really cover her bases as she pinned the tag champion for a FWB victory.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Veronica got a shoulder up! It’ll take more than that to take out a former World Champ. Cassava looked a bit irritated but didn't take it on the ref, that's for the Mitchell's and Braddock's of the world. She politely pulled Veronica to her feet (by wrestling’s standards) and slipped behind her with a Waistlock. Showing strength that defied her size, Cassava flung Veronica fedora over pinstripes with a release German Suplex.
It looks like Cassava's been training with Wendy Smith because that Suplex sent Treymane flying into a skidding back roll that banged her against the bottom turnbuckle in the Frenemies corner. The crowd gave an appreciative OOHHHHH!! At the ASSassin's power while Veronica writhed and pulled herself into a higher seat, "Ughh… Did YouTube give her jet engines as butt implants?"
She felt a hand ruffle her hair and Veronica reflexively swatted it away, growling when she saw the hand was attached to a smug Beckett. The redneck chuckled, "Nope. She's all-natural and all mine."
Back in the ring, Cassava pointed to her paramour, "You ready to get back in, Cass?"
Cassandra raised her first holding the end of the tag rope, "Always ready, Cass! Pass me the- Jasmine!!"
Cassava dropped into a low crouch without hesitation letting Burlingame's Clothesline whiff past. ‘Jasmine’ was FWB’s shorthand for an ambush from behind, coined from J-Dogg’s horrific betrayal of the innocent Vanilla Chill (Cassava’s words).
Lily skidded to a stop, centered her weight on one foot and threw the other back to ping Onika's chin with a Super Kick. Lily's one of the fastest to ever play the game, but The Superfan's on fire tonight; Cassava dipped her head to side as a boot clipped her ear, it hurt but it's a superficial hurt. Cassava grabbed Lily by her Super Kicking shin and pulled her into a breath-stealing Waistlock. Cassava gave the Crimson Comet a peck on the earlobe, which Lily found confusing AND irritating, then tossed her away with a German Suplex. The former Lightweight Champion flew farther than her partner but suffered similarly, skipping across the canvas till the bottom buckle of the far corner jarred against the middle of her back. Cassava whipped her head back and forth between Treymane and Burlingame and the FAWNatics erupted, predicting correctly what The BMD was about to perform.
Onika became a blur; cutting the ring in half diagonally and leaping toward Veronica. The Frenemy tilted during the flight and tucked in her legs, so Veronica got hit in the face with a delicious peach moving ninety miles an hour via Cannonball Senton. The Gorgeous Gangster now knew why they're called Buns of DESTRUCTION. Cassava back rolled off Treymane’s groaning features onto her feet and did a quick tag to Beckett before turning away to charge at the prone Lily. The maligned maroon marvel had been willing the aches away at the base of a corner, Lily opened her eyes in time to see Cassava’s pink-clad cheeks and her life flash before her eyes.
Bwung!
CANNONBALL SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgU_Bur0MIU&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=26
Burlingame seemed to get the worst of the two Hip attacks; Onika’s Bootyliciousness swallowed her face and rammed the back of her head into the turnbuckle. The power cut out in Lily’s brain for a moment or two, making it easy for the life-long Youtuber to shovel her onto the apron. Cassava turned Lily onto her belly and gives her rear a light smack, “Proven.”
Back in the FWB corner, Beckett was gripping the top ropes and putting boots to Tag Champ boobs. Stopping to grind her sole on Veronica’s cleavage, she called out over her shoulder, “That was awesome, babe! A real Onika-run!”
Cassava skipped over, beaming and jiggling, “Aw, thanks! I get the run, you get the pin, we get the belts.”
Frenemies With Benefits lifted Veronica to her feet and worked their heads under her arms as they both took her in a Headlock. They walked the big blonde deeper into the ring and each grabbed hold of Veronica's bottoms at each hip, Beckett hiked her side up sharply, giving Veronica an uncomfortable jolt and baring half her ass to the crowd.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Cassandra and Cassava raised Treymane off her feet, but the Dangerous Dame lowered her center of gravity grinding the Suplex to a halt. With a loud roar, Treymane reversed the Suplex and lifted the lovers straight into the air. The impressed FAWNatics applaud the show of power as Veronica kept both members of Frenemies With Benefits in the air for three seconds before falling backward and slamming them into the canvas covered plywood with a Double Suplex!
DOUBLE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0CqPxJ1VlI
For a moment both Frenemies and Gangster contemplated the overhead lights from the vantage of the deck, but then it passed and the Star Gazers roared along with their heroine when Veronica kipped to her feet! Behind her, Cassandra was up only moments behind, the Queen Bitch's dark eyes gleaming at the prospect of another chance to impose her will on the former World Champion. Though they rounded on one another at the same time, it was Beckett that acted first, the Nefarious Nebraskan rushing in with a Haymaker aimed at Treymane's chiNO!
'Ronnie dipped the blow, drilled a Forearm Smash into the small of her brunette's back, then lowered her head and wedged it between Cassandra's thighs! Wide-eyed surprise soon gave way to angry concern, Beckett pounding mean little punches down into Treymane's forehead even as the Dangerous Dame stomped into a more suitable arrangement. “Knock it off, bitch!” Cass warned. “Don't even think about WHOOAAANNGGHH!” Veronica 'hupped her off and tossed her down so every bit of the brunette's hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMED down atop Cassava in an involuntary Splash!
ELECTRIC CHAIR SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocqVotTrGkA
Far from satisfied with this double decker challenger stack, Treymane planted a boot in the center of Beckett's shoulders and used her like a springboard to shoot straight up, the big blonde Destroyer kicking both legs forward so she came down with a Butt Bomb that left Beckett groaning and Onika beating her heels against the canvas. A glance to the Noir corner told Treymane that Lily was still collecting her bearings, so she pushed Cassandra off Cassava and helped herself to a double handful of the Super Fan's multicolored locks.
“Real quick to dish it out with that tush of yours, Daisy.” she noted once the BMD Queen was on her feet. “Hope you can take it just as NGH!”
Onika smacked the hands from her hair and followed with a trio of quick Knife-Edge Chops that had Treymane rocked back on her heels. “This peach is gonna take more than your best, hun!” Cass chirped. “It's gonna take your titles tooWHOOHHRGGH!”
Veronica shot in, slapped on a Bear Hug and went up on tiptoe just to THWHUMP the fork of Onika's crotch atop her knee via an Inverted Atomic Drop! The blow left Cassava wincing and shifting from one foot to the other, meaning Treymane had no problem turning her around in a half circle. From there she bent low and wedged her head beneath the challenger's left arm while strapping her right arm across the Iowan's lower back. “You can take this first, Daisy!” Treymane muscled Cassava up onto her right shoulder just to bring her down on the point of her right knee in another Atomic Drop!
Onika yelped and staggered away or at least tried to. She was only a few steps removed when the champ snatched hold of her waistband and reeled her back in! Another lift followed, but rather than deposit Onika on her knee for a third time, the Magnificent Moll tromped over to Beckett and slung a hundred and twenty-five pounds of Butt Bomb onto the Nebraskan's chest!
“YEAH! STACK 'EM UP, 'RONNIE! STACK 'EM UP AND SMASH 'EM FLAT!” Lily Burlingame called over the thunder of the FAWNatics.
Pleased to see the Roseate Rocket back in place, Treymane wiped a forearm across her brow and asked, “Ready for another piece of Cake & Cakier?”
Burlingame hopped onto the bottom rope and leaned out as far as she could. “Oh, I'm STARVING.”
With both Frenemies down and out, Veronica took hold of Beckett's right wrist and hauled her to verticality for the sole purpose of hurling her into the champions' corner with an Irish Whip. The Gorgeous Gangster followed mere steps behind, thus ensuring Beckett didn't have space to turn around before she was [b-BWUNG-THWHAMMED[/b] between the buckles and the blonde's powerful bod. Taking a moment to muss the brunette's hair, Veronica chided, “Time you see how champions do it, Daisy.”
“Oh, kiss my assNGH!” Veronica drove a Kneelift into the Nebraskan's back, tagged Lily in, then crouched down and muscled Beckett onto her shoulders for the second Electric Chair in as many minutes! As for the Star Strider, she sprang to the top rope in a single bound and waited until Treymane had retreated several steps before leaping out into the void! Doing so almost meant the FAWNatics had plenty of time to get on their feet, thus ensuring a truly cacophonous reaction when the former Lightweight Champion drove her knees into Cassandra's shoulders and rode her aaaaaaaaaaalllllll the way to the canvas, Cosmic Noir's Doomsday Meteora just PLANTING the Queen Bitch on the back of her head and shoulders!
Residual momentum sent Burlingame tumbling away from the landing to bounce to boot-leather several feet away. She'd just turned to find Cassandra when Cassava sideswiped her with a quick Forearm Smash! “Why you worrying about my girlfriend?” Onika growled as she snatched hold of the heiress' wrist. “I thought your nose and my cheeks had something special!”
No answer from Burlingame so Cassava stepped away, dropped a hip and hurled into the stra-- Lily dug in her heels and sent the Superfan off in her place, the Roseate Rocket's attention understandably focused on the BMD Queen even though she wasn't the legal Frenemy. And Onika didn't seem to mind the attention or the reversal, indeed she was beaming wide as she came off the ropes at top speed and whipped 'round to hurl that gold winning backside into Lily's incredulous mug with a jaw-breaking Hip Atta-'OOOOOOHHHHH!' from those assembled when Burlingame busted out a vertical leap that landed her astride the shoulders of the Milk Chocolate Mauler. Ankles locked in an instant, Lily torqued backward to THAWHAM Cassava down on the back of her head and shoulders!
POISONED 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OE9Tyg3dLZ8
The Poisoned 'Rana turned Onika inside out with enough force to stand her upright, a position she held for perhaps two seconds prior to flopping facedown on the deck. Lily didn't much like that she was still in the ring, but she didn't want to spend any more time on it, so she turned her attention to Cassandra who was just now getting to her feet after the crushing Double Te--“WHOOOOOAAAHH!”
Shocked dismay from the Queen Bitch when Lily lowered a shoulder, scooped her up in a Fireman's Carry and shouted, “NO ONE SURVIVES A TRIP THROUGH THE...”
'BLACK HOLE!' the Mayhem'ers finished for the champ as she began to spin.
Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty seconds total clicked off the clock before Burlingame ground to a stop and dumped Beckett on a friendly patch of canvas not far from Cosmic Noir's side of town. Making a point to stomp on Cassandra's belly as she made her way to the buckles, Lily clapped Veronica back into the fray and said, “You wanna finish the cowgirl? I'll keep Ms. New Booty occupied.”
Treymane was already halfway up the turnbuckles. “Done and done.”
Certain her partner could and would take care of business, Burlingame did an about-face and sprinted straight at the slowly rising Cassava. No boot for Beckett's tummy this time, the Crimson Comet skipped over the legal Frenemy en route to the BMD Queen and took to the skies once more, Lily catching her foe's noggin with tight Headscissors that provided a suitable anchor when the brunette swung up under Cassava's left arm so she could catch hold of the other wrestler's right wrist. “HHHRRRRHHH GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Onika wailed in startled anguish, the pressure of the Headscissors and the crank of the Armbar forcing the usually frenetic powerhouse to a labored crawl.
COSMIC ENTANGLEMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2-E_H3f0l4
“On the mat!” Burlingame demanded as she tightened the knots of her Cosmic Entanglement. “I mean it, baby! Don't make me squeeze you OOOOOOWWWWW!”
Desperate to free herself from Lily's complicated clutches, Cassava slapped her left hand against the other brunette's buns, then grabbed hold of her waistband and pulled as hard as she could! “How you gonna squeeze me when you're picking your wedgie?” Onika groaned as she yanked those distended briefs back 'n forth. “Huh? How ya gonna do that, LilAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE DAMMIT!”
Burlingame paid her back in kind, halving her grip on Cassava's trapped wrist so she could turn those pink short-shorts into the scantest of thongs! The burning jolt sent a shudder through the Superfan's legs, but after a moment she caught her balance and took an awkward step toward--THA-WHAM! Veronica came off the top rope in a huge Splash that landed flush across Beckett's chest!
BIG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5ieTPPjHKI
That ring-rattling impact knocked Onika to the mat, the Milk Chocolate Mauler crying out in distress as she toppled to her belly a few feet removed from her squashed partner. Speaking of whom, Beckett managed to roll onto a hip and shoulder only to snarl in disgust when the Dangerous Dame plunged both hands into her dark hair.
“So you're the Queen Bitch, that right?” 'Ronnie asked Cassandra as she drew the wobbly-legged challenger into a sturdy Double Underhook. “Well Queen Bitch, I'm the Warden of the Pinstripe Penitentiary, allow me to show you to your cell!”
On that note Treymane dipped down, then muscled Beckett up high enough to thread the brunette's legs around her hips in a loose Scissors. Cassava saw her beloved drawn into position and strained a hand toward her, alas she was too far removed to do anything other than watch when Veronica slung her a second time, the Magnificent Moll stretching out her foe like a victory banner before she twisted over and laid out full force to DRIVEBeckett down on the back of her head and shoulders!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_oC-j_aHYw
Left sprawled flat on her back after her trip to Gangster's Paradise, Beckett offered little more than a muffled groan when Treymane scooted into position and dropped her be-wedgied buns on the Nebraskan's nose! Grinning as the FAWNatics cheered a little louder, 'Ronnie leaned forward, looped her arms around Beckett's thighs and leaned backward to point the brunette's BITCH armored backside toward the rafters while Reginald and the rest of the crowd counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Releasing her wedgie at the sound of the bell, Lily shoveled Cassava onto her back and swung a leg over to take a seat of her own, the Crimson Comet fluffing her hair, then flexing her biceps when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions.... COSMIC NOIR!”
Cassava must've heard it too because she moaned and kicked her legs up in an effort to pluck Lily off with a Headscissors. Alas, the Roseate Rocket caught hold of her thighs and leaned backward to trap Onika in an identical Reverse Matchbook!
“Hey, nice wedgie!” Veronica said of Cassava's squirming, upturned buns. “Ya know, I think this couple should coordinate!” Just like that she hooked her thumbs into the leg holes of Cassandra's leather briefs and gave them a sharp yank that transformed 'BITCH' into 'T' in a single cheek splitting instant.
The ladies of Cosmic Noir showed off the exhausted challengers for a long five count, then tossed those gams aside and got up for hug and a victorious butt bump. Gifted their gold shortly thereafter, Veronica planted a foot on Beckett's chest and raised it overhead while Lily waggled her hips and carefully undid her own wedgie before strapping the belt around her trim waist.
Feeling eyes on her, Lily glanced over one shoulder and winked at Cassava, who was watching her with a disappointed, but far from beaten expression. Palming her buns in both hands, the heiress gave 'em a jostle and said, “Better luck next time, babe. Hope you liked your slice of Cosmic Cake.”
“More like a cupcake.” Onika muttered. “Things'll be different next time.”
Lily didn't turn around, though the tense set of her shoulders suggested she could do so in a blink. “Keep talking and they'll be very different. Next time I won't get up while you're still awake.”
The BMD Queen glowered and pushed to one knee, which caused Lily to round on her penitent foe. They might've gone nose to nose if Veronica hadn't looped an arm around Burlingame's bicep and pulled her away.
“This isn't a fight you're gonna win by yourself, Cassava.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse noted. “And if you swing on my partner, you will be fighting both of us. Understand?”
Onika grimaced, stood up and moved to position herself between the champs and Cassandra. “Next time, then.” she said. “Cass and I will be ready. Unless of course either of you want to try for BMD gold. Then we can go whenever you want.”
Lily looked like she was going to say something, though she ultimately decided against it. In the end she tipped a curt nod to the challenger, then skipped out through the ropes and headed up the aisle swatting hands with fans on both sides.
“Tell your girl, she wants some more, she knows where to find me.” Veronica told the Super Fan. “She and I can fight for pride anytime, anywhere, no gold necessary.”
Cassava nodded. “Good fight, Veronica.”
“Good fight, Cassava.”
With that Treymane turned around and hurried to catch up with her partner, leaving the ring on a wave of applause while Onika dropped to a knee to check on her slowly stirring girlfriend.