Post by hawkeye on Jul 8, 2023 15:49:14 GMT
“Whew… whew,,, whew…” Onika kept a close eye on her breathing as she goes through her second set of steady-paced Jumping Jacks after some light stretching. She begins to rotate clockwise to really get the blood moving and gives the rubbernecking agents and passers-by backstage a great view of her jiggling rack and backside. The Milk Chocolate Mauler wants to make sure she’s warm and loose for the most important match of her career. A one-on-one against her hero, obsession, and guiding light… KYLIE SANDERS.
“This is the big one,” Cassava mutters to herself as she lowers into a series of Cossacks squats. Her hips need to be at 150% for all the cake she’ll be serving tonight! Miss Sanders will know that Cassava’s Buns of Mass Destruction title is not an oversized vanity, but an acknowledgement of years of training and research. Miss Sanders will know that Cassava is greatest and leading member of the Kylie Corps, and if things go well, her future wife!
“This is World Championship level,” Cassava breathes as she rises out of the squat, “I gotta be at my absolute best. I need to prove to Miss Sanders I’m worth having around, and that I’ll take her career back up to one of its many peaks.” She walks over to a mirror and checks her makeup one last time, even a hair out of place is not acceptable tonight. The anxious booty battler fluffs her hair and gives her large breasts an unnecessary boost. Their natural perkiness is enhanced by a push-up bra to resemble, and possibly surpass Emily West’s décolletage at the Black Queen’s best. The BMD believes (falsely) that Emily and Kylie’s relationship over the years was far more intense and intimate than advertised, and the memory of nights spent in West’s sweltering cleavage would distract Kylie enough for a beating from her backside.
“Tonight, when my crotch settles on her nose, Kylie will know that my ass is greatest that has ever used her face as a seat,” Cassava stares into her own eyes with disturbing intensity, “Better than Mendoza. Better than Jasmine. Better than the Burlingames. Better than Bates. Better than Cynthia.
Onika hears the opening beats of her entrance start to boom through the speakers. She blows a kiss to her reflection, “Showtime! Time for dreams to come true!” and the karateka turns away with a swing in her step towards her destiny.
KICKPUNCH- ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
Nerd Hip Hop blasts through the speakers as the short and curvaceous Black woman steps through the curtains and raises a fist to the cheering throngs, looking determined but with a touch of nervousness in her aura. Cassava hops foot to foot and screams out to her loyal fans who’ve been following her since the first episode of FAWN Finds uploaded years ago, “Tonight’s about the Corps! We’ve made FAWN the place to be, the main event’s happening right now!” The Kylie Corps’ love at the moment will not be divided but shared between its most devoted member and its glorious leader; a sea of hands spring up when Cassava goes for some hi-fives as she speedwalks down the ramp.
“FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
The Superfan’s dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, and her red bra is visible through the thin fabric, It’s a push-up type which is unusual for Cassava but her fans aren’t complaining. Most of them are openly drooling when they get a look at her bottomless cleavage when she leans to slap hands. On Cassava’s wide, swaggering hips are a pair of pink togs in the style of booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). Just above those was the wide leather strap of the BMD title, the nature and design of the belt dictated that the gold plate be showcased just above its holder’s buns. The inward curve of the center gold plate resting on Onika’s shelf of a booty like it was always meant to be there. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
Reaching the ring, Cassava unclasps her custom belt and hands it to an attendant with a wink and “thanks!” Revealing that hanging from a belt loop of her shorts is a gold Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. Win or lose, The Superfan will get Sanders’ signature. Cassava jogs up the steel steps and quickly steps through the ropes and into her corner. She nods a silent, nervous hello to Referee Al Carpenter as she presents herself for a pat down, all oxygen at this point must be put toward the match.
Kylie stretches behind the curtain, butterflies fluttering. Losing to a superfan would be noteworthy in her career, and like many of her notes over twenty years, a sour one.
But to be fair, Cassava’s proven herself much more than just an admirer over a long period and now, having seen her in person and even more as a tag partner…her curvy counterpart would surely be a handful...pardon…booty-ful.
Then there’s the whole ‘worshipping thing’ still making her slightly uncomfortable. Maybe more than slightly. How might that manifest itself?
Didn’t matter. Treat her respectfully, beat her respectfully. She’s earned that. Add another ‘W’ in one last attempt to make herself attractive for a title shot.
When the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena and she hears the Corps roar to its collective feet, the FAWN original is ready to go. God knows Cassava would be.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
Wrestling’s favorite Girl Scout moves to the curtain and pushes through, raising the decibels by double. With a final fantastic run still a hope, at least in the hearts of her Corps, Sanders seems focused. Tonight’s match would test that concentration.
Moving to center stage, Kylie absorbs the FAWNatics’ adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed Pleasant Valley Princess eliciting all kinds of love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty, perhaps most especially from her adversary and recently partner.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Ky cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelm her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie to be worth more than gold and a large placard reading “We’re bigger superfans than Cassava!”.
“I don’t know about that,” the Hawkeye responds with a smile.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky takes a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her full, Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“This is a special night for me and a new friend I’ve found in an extraordinary way. We’re going to give it our all and put on a special show for you. Cassava come on out here, please.”
A startled Onika, perhaps not believing her ears, slowly moves to the middle, looking a little nauseous. The Pixie extends her right hand.
“Let the best woman win.”
“Wow. Thanks. I mean. Yes.”
The grapplers share a shake.
Sanders motions to Onika as if to ask if she can have her hand back and the Mauler sheepishly obliges.
Ky hands the stick to the ring announcer and retreats to her assigned corner where she allows lead referee Nick Castle to begin his cursory check for foreign objects as her introduction commences.
“And her opponent…also hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause as Kylie nervously hops and stretches.
“You ready?” the elfin blonde shouts over to Cassava, who manages a weak-kneed nod.
“Girl has it bad,” Sanders mutters to herself, hoping the BMD doesn’t give it anything but the best she’s got, as the bell brings the match to its start.
The natural and artificial blonde exit their corners and close the distance at a slow pace in mirroring grappler stances, each looking for a hint at what the other might do.
Kylie knows that Cassava's weight advantage and lower center of gravity make an Elbow and Collar a bad idea, so once she nears center ring she halts raises a spread hand in the air. Kylie nods at The Superfan, "Betchu always wanted to do this."
Cassava looks fervently at Kylie's hand and shoots up her own, squeaking "Yes!" And hi-fives the hand in excitement!
Startled, Kylie blinks and finds their fingers interlaced after contact. They complete the second half of the Test of Strength and start pouring their all into this simple contest. Kylie starts off with an early lead, slowly but steadily turning Cassava’s wrists back. The Sri Lankan sweetie is physically stronger than Sanders normally, but the dream of holding the Pixie’s hands is an event that turns Cassava’s arms to jelly.
No! Cassava shakes off the distracting romantic scenarios running in her head and screws her cute face in concentration, We need to show Miss Sanders we’re strong!
Trying not to get lost in Sanders’ hazel eyes, Cassava lets out a slow breath as she pushes the veteran’s hands back to a stalemate. Cassava regains the ground much faster than Sanders took it; a bead of cold sweat starts to run down the platinum blonde’s back when Kylie feels her wrists bent back against her will. Stronger than she looks! It’s not just her buns that are destructive. All the muscles in the Lightweights’ bodies flex beautifully as they try to overcome the other; it’s a bit of a FAWN tradition for when there’s a Test of Strength for fans to take pictures of the talents’ taut glutes in the heat of it and put them side by side for comparison. Sanders’ backside will catch eyes in any room she’s in… but it’s just unfair to put those snowballs against Cassava’s cake. Pics from this Test will haunt Kylie on social media for some time.
Refusing to take a knee in front of the woman who runs her fan page, Kylie forces their hands down from 10 and 2 to 9 and 3, audibly slapping her body against Onika’s and making her plant a bare foot further back to stay vertical. Almost cheek to cheek, their necks loom over their opponent’s shoulder as their chests roll and bully against the opposing pair for space. Or rather Cassava’s melons batter and mushroom Kylie’s smaller but spectacular set, another front in this battle the veteran is struggling not to cede. Feels like I’m sparring with Emily here…, muses Kylie as Onika’s tits tickle her chin. The booty battler leans back a few inches and rams her boosted bosom against her idol's, nearly collapsing Kylie's stance and making her flinch when the Onika’s hard nipples flick off her own. But at least Emily doesn't sport glass cutters when we tangle!.
Correctly guessing that her opponent was enjoying their close contact more than professionally, Kylie makes some space by slipping her left leg behind Cassava’s right and nudging her foot out of alignment and taking away her balance. Rather than be pushed onto her back, Cassava rises onto her tiptoes and arcs with Kylie’s push to support the rest of her weight on her head. Her white t-shirt rides up exposing more of her belly as it thrusts up in a bridge.
Kylie tilts her head, “Not bad.” And presses the back of Cassava’s hands to the mat. Throwing herself into a handstand Kylie lands in a shins-on-thighs seat on The Superfan’s bridge; not even a quiver in Onika’s form. Kylie kicks up into another handstand and swings down with more force, but the dyed blonde’s bridge is just too sturdy. Sanders blinks and nods in approval, “Nice bridge Cass.”
She gets a squeak back, “Thank you, ma’am!”
Cassava can’t physically look at her idol at the moment but has her glued to the FAWNtron, memorizing the sight of the former Vanilla Chill sitting on her lap and looming over her.
Kylie shudders slightly, “Don’t call me ma’am, please?” And kicks her legs up for a third attempt; Cassava drops her ass to the mat and lifts her feet to catch Sanders by the hips to push the Pixie to her feet, helping to pull Cassava back onto hers.
The BMD hops onto Sanders’ shins and throws herself back to the canvas slinging the platinum blonde overhead so they form a straight line. Their hands still connected Cassava floats over for a full-body pin- Kylie brings her boots and kicks her fan back to her feet. It’s like a perpetual motion machine; Cassava stands back pulling Kylie with her who leaps and Monkeyflips Cassava back- Cassava breaks the handholds and flips mid-air to land on her feet.
Cassava whips around to see a charging Kylie inches away and almost gets bowled over as she’s taken in an Elbow and Collar. The Superfan is backed up a few paces before she firms up and halts her obsession’s progress; Kylie releases drops to a knee and slips behind Cassava, breasts to shoulderblades. She threads her arms under her fan’s to lock her in a Full Nelson that’s stopped millimetres from completion. Cassava’s biceps look surprisingly big while the Mauler flexes to her fullest trying to power out of the hold before it’s set in.
Kylie bites her lower lips as she tries to force their trembling arms back up but Onika can’t be denied; The Superfan snags Kylie’s wrist and whirls around her for a Hammerlock but Kylie uses that edge in experience and reverses it, hiking up Cassava’s left arm between her shoulders.
“I was kinda expecting you to try and serve me some cake right from the jump,” Kylie speaks into Cassava’s ear as she pulls on the hold making her bottom-heavy opponent wince and yelp.
Cassava hisses with pain, “Don’t want you to think I’m a One Trick Pony. You’ll have it when you’re ready.”
Kylie grins and hikes the Hammerlock getting another cute yelp, “Don’t be so sure, I- Hey!”
Cassava finds the right angle and reverses the Hammer- Kylie falls back when Cassava’s at her side and drags the potential stalker over to the canvas, leaving Cassava lying face up with her left wrist in Kylie’s possession. The former world champion brackets the limb with her legs and falls back for a Cross Armbreaker, Onika whips up her free arm and grabs her hand tightly, forming a strong loop Kylie will have to break to get the submission.
“Come on, Come on…” Kylie mutters to herself as she tries to yank Onika’s left arm into a match-ending position. When that fails, she halves her grip and pries at the knot of hands trying to worm her way in and break it to no avail.
“This reminds me of a fanfic I wrote,” grunts Onika as she trudges to one knee with Kylie hanging her torso like an anchor, “Except you were wrestling AJ Swann and you were in a sauna.”
“Uhh…” Kylie wasn’t sure how to take that information but didn’t have the time to ponder it.
Instead of stacking Kylie on her shoulders for a pin Cassava leans forward to put Pleasant Valley’s favourite daughter on her face and knees, the awkward positioning weakening Kylie’s grasp and allowing Cassava to pull her arms free. She quickly lies across Kylie’s buns(and becomes hyper-aware of the fact) as she folds Kylie’s right leg into the pit of her left knee and pulls on the vet’s left foot like Cassava means to rip the leg free or fold Kylie in half.
Counters into Stump Puller: youtu.be/jGwTTk8c3U8?t=215
Kylie grits her teeth and chokes down a cry, not wanting to appear weak compared to the young woman who reviews her merchandise for a living. Thankfully salvation is mere feet away, the older Iowan only has to suffer a few seconds before she can grab the bottom cable.
Al Carpenter calls “Break!” but Cassava separated as his lips were forming the first syllable.
Kylie rises to a knee with a hand on the second rope while Cassava keeps a low stance at center ring, wanting to stay ready for anything.
The FAWNatics give the exchange of offence a warm applause, appreciating the technical display.
Sanders uses the cable to pull to her feet and gives her Superfan a polite golf clap. She circles away from the ropes and Cassava joins the Platinum Pixie in orbiting the ring. Slowly, their revolutions meet in the middle of the ring and they lock in another collar-and-elbow. The pair struggle for leverage and it’s the curvier Cassava who takes control, backing Kylie into the ropes then untying herself to capture Sanders’ noggin in a side headlock.
Kylie’s hands move the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s hips and she shoves Onika off, the BMD using the momentum to race to the far ropes and rebound. Ky follows to center stage and sets for the returning Cassava, but she’s not ready for the force Cassava brings with a lowered shoulder. The charging Superfan rams it into Kylie’s chest and the Pixie is flattened.
The Pleasant Valley Princess stares up at a hovering Cassava, perhaps realizing her title of hometown royalty may be usurped by her fellow Iowan. Onika gives the horizontal Sanders a little wave, then skips over her idol and races to the next set of ropes. Ky hops to her feet then leapfrogs over a rushing Mauler when she returns. Onto her third running of the ropes, Cassava u-turns and stampedes toward her obsession once more. When a turning Ky tries to leapfrog again, Cassava catches the FAWN original around the curves of her glutes, pivots and PLANTS the redeemed Girl Scout into the mat with a spinebuster that may cause a Kylie-sized indentation in the mat.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/shorts/KILF1ev8opI )
A dazed Ky gazes blankly into the rafters as Cassava scoots next to her heroine, grabs a leg and rolls into a back press pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders thrusts a shoulder up to keep Cassava’s dream match alive, something a seated Onika’s grin shows is perfectly fine with her.
“I knew it’d take more than that,” the BMD champ says.
Onika pulls Kylie up as she rises with a grip on the blonde’s wrist and shoulder, but when the partners-turned-opponents reach their feet, Ky breaks loose. The blonde laces her fingers behind Cassava’s cranium, tucks the crown of her head to the BMD’s chin, and drops to a knee, jacking the Mauler with a jawbreaker.
Cassava staggers in a backpedal to the corner where the buckles keep her upright while Ky shakes off the after-effects of Cassava’s heavy artillery. Noticing the location of her Superfan, the slender Pixie charges her foe, but pays for it when Cassava surges toward her, intercepting the former Vanilla Chill with a clothesline that puts Ky back on the canvas. Sanders scrambles to vertical, but Cassava repeats the process, knocking Kylie flat again. A determined Sanders is up again and Onika flattens her idol with a final clothesline, the Mauler putting on a power display Sanders can’t withstand.
Punchdrunk, Kylie struggles to the corner once occupied by her Superfan. She sits, legs extended, back leaning against the bottom buckle. Across the ring, a joyous Cassava slaps her thighs and most of the crowd, even some of Kylie’s Corps, support her, knowing she’s a charter member. Onika races across the canvas and delivers a head-snapping hip check that leaves Kylie a shellshocked mess. Cassava grabs an ankle, pulls Ky away from the corner and collapses atop her beloved Pixie with a tight crossbody pin, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicks out again, though considerably less forcefully.
Clothesline fun and mega hip check ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMMZ0UauEhs&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=16 )
“Sorry, ma’am, but sometimes my ass has a mind of its own.”
The OG Hawkeye burbles something unintelligible in response as the elfin blonde is halfway to Dream Street from Cassava’s early ass-ault, Ky in danger of becoming the Superfan’s rag doll and who knows where that might lead.
Onika draws Ky up to rubbery legs and points Sanders to the opposite buckles. She tosses Kylie off with an Irish Whip and the Pixie is sent hurtling across the canvas. Sanders turns into a heavy back-first collision, but she remains upright, limp arms dropped over the top cable on either side. A beaming Cassava has another fantasy in her sights, delivering a tidal wave-sized splash to her treasured fixation.
The curvy Mauler blazes across the canvas and leaps from a few feet out but the veteran gets a leg raised and Sanders’ boot sole strikes Cassava in the chin before she can deliver the body-on-body avalanche. Onika spins away from the impact, flexing and massaging her jaw. When she turns to reacquire her idol, Kylie is sprinting out of the buckles.
The OG Hawkeye dips a shoulder toward the wide-eyed Onika and SPEARS THE HOLY HELL out of Cassava, the Milk Chocolate Mauler folding around Ky’s goring gut-wrencher. Sanders DRIVES the BMD into the mat to finish her textbook tackle and ends on her haunches next to a splayed Onika.
Instead of going for a pin, Sanders shovels a groaning Cassava to her abundant chest and mounts her Superfan in a backward-facing kneeling straddle of the Mauler’s waist. Kylie shakes out some cobwebs and raises her right arm high, clenching her palm.
The response from the crowd is overwhelming and immediate as they shout ‘FARM…HAND!’
A squirming Cassava turns to look over a shoulder and sees Ky drive her digits into the nerve bundle of the BMD’s left hamstring, a shudder moving up and down not only her leg but her spine as Onika’s surely wondered for much of her adult life what it would feel like to have the Farmhand applied to her.
Ky pushes her left hand down on top of her right to give Cassava the full effect, digging her talons into the muscle meat of Cassava’s immense thigh. Applying the debilitating hold with the experience of twenty years of application, Ky has the leg twitching involuntarily as she works at making Cassava a one-legged fighter. Onika’s features are a combination of pain and pleasure, the Mauler moaning in a way of which Kylie’s unfamiliar. Sanders halves her grip and sweeps perspiration of her brow, turning to a poised Castle.
“I’d say ask her, but I’m not sure she wouldn’t say more please.”
Relenting when it’s obvious Cassava’s getting as much out of the maneuver as she is, Kylie grabs the ankle of Onika’s ‘dead leg’ and pulls it back in an arch. Dropping into a low crouch, she transitions to a single-leg Crab, Sanders forcing the Mauler’s spinal column into an agonizing curve when the Pixie lowers into a bridge, touching the crown of her head to her Superfan’s. Cassava’s moans turn to grunts of pain.
“I think she’s getting the point this time,” Ky calls out to Castle. “You can ask if she wants to surrender.”
Nick does, but Cassava shakes her head.
“I’m never ending this match,” Onika blurts.
Kylie fully believes, at least for as long as her spasming muscles can keep her in the bridge. The Pixie collapses, releasing Cassava’s captured stem. She reclines atop the Mauler’s back, both women recovering, drawing in deep breaths to push on.
“I’ll say this,” Kylie rasps as she sits up and pushes off Onika’s glutes to stand. “You can take your licks. This must be what it feels like to fight me.”
“Oh, thank you! Ugh!” That compliment that makes Cassava’s year is not diluted one iota by the boot Sanders drops onto her spine. The decorated star gives Cass another boot to make sure she stays horizontal and leaps straight up. Tucking in her legs like she’s about to cannonball into a pool, Sanders drops her concentrated mass onto her unwilling(but very willing) human crashpad with a Standing Senton. Cassava squawks under Sanders’ sudden weight and her limbs shoot out and jerk like the lioness is electrified before the flop to the mat listlessly. Kylie turns the smashed Superfan to her back before rising into a crouch, “You’re gonna regret deciding to showcase your gurls tonight,” Kylie warns with a smile. Shooting into the air like a popular Italian plumber, Kylie puts a pair of bootprints on Onika’s boosted breasts with a Mushroom Stomp!
“Aaie! AH!” The dyed blonde yelps and mewls from the jugg mugging and bites down a squeal when the vet drags her soles off her bosom to the canvas. If you asked Cassava any night before tonight, she would say Kylie to do anything to her boobs and she would say ‘thank you.” Looks like even The BMD’s fandom has its limits. Kylie bends down and brings Onika up by the straps of her top, backs her into the cables; Kylie windmills her arms and wobbles Onika’s sensitive frontage with stereo Overhand Chops sending the junior Iowan into a silent fit. Cassava’s knees shake and she crosses her arms protectively over her juggs making it easy for Kylie to pull her head down into a snug Front Facelock. The Corps Commander leads Cassava deeper into the ring and ups the pressure of the lock till she gets a little whine from the booty battler. “I hope me putting you down won’t dissuade you from being a fan.”
“Never!” Cassava squeaks in astonishment at the thought, she’ll be loyal even as Kylie pumps the hold making her stamp her feet in pain and wiggle her backside for the hardcam. “Kylie Corps For Life!”
Kylie shakes her head in amazement, “Well, that’s comforting.” She grabs Onika’s biceps and leans forward for an Evenfllow DDT when her balance turns very even. Onika digs her toes into the rough canvas and snaps straight up with her idol strewn over her shoulder; she quickly wrangles Kylie’s kicking legs under each arm before the decorated Lightweight can slip free. Cassava sets her legs in the right position for a likely match ending Upside Down Cake; at the exact moment Sanders's scalp hits the ring floor, the PVP will be engulfed in the Buns of Mass Destruction!
Axe Guillotine Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j3J-wXRRjk)
Cassava stalls her finisher to make sure there’s no misunderstanding to be had, “And please know that while I will win this match! I take no pleasure in causing any pain to you, Kylie.”
But her words don’t match her actions, Cassava’s been swiveling her cheeks in tight figure-eights against Kylie’s sputtering face the moment they made contact. Deep, DEEP down, there’s always been a part of The Superfan that’s wanted to humiliate her heroine herself and get as ‘old school’ as possible. The angel and devil on Cassava’s shoulders are having their own match trying to dictate how far things are going to go tonight!
The air fills with familiar catcalls and whistles as Kylie suffers yet another butt-buffing in her career and without the aid of a corner! Though it looks like Cassava’s internal battle is too much of a distraction; pushing off the slope of Onika’s back and summoning all the power she can from her core, Kylie pulls her visage from between The BMD’s glutes and straighten still the two women form a T. Showing the perseverance that won her many a title, Kylie whips forward sending the pair into a Sunset Flip with Cassava flat on her back with her legs in Kylie’s possession, and her arms pressed down by Kylie’s stems.
youtu.be/r9Sh6o3PycM?t=37 (0:32)
Referee Al Carpenter slides in as quickly as the zebra he resembles makes a count.
ONE!
TWO!!
Cassava boxes Kylie’s ears with her thicc thighs during Carpenter’s first slap, stunning the platinum blonde enough for Cassava to roll out from under Kylie’s legs. The BMD lands on her fours and lunges for her idol, then plops onto her side blinking dazedly when Kylie chin-checks her with a palm strike. Kylie gets to her knees and takes her by the elbow and ear to raise Onika to her feet, twisting the latter slightly as payback for the ass in her face. Sanders speaks firmly as she grabs Onika’s waistband by the hip after putting the Mauler’s arm over her neck, “I think I’ve had enough cake for one night, thank you.” She strains to lift the slightly heavier young woman finding Cassava has grapevined a leg around hers, stopping the Suplex. Knowing her Number One Fan will forgive her, Kylie moves her hand to a leghole of Cassava’s pink shorts, she yanks it up high and hard baring a seismic glute with an eye-watering half-wedgie!
Kylie gets her wish of Cassava’s leg unwinding from her own but has to deal with her amorous acolyte making a sound between a moan and gasp in her ear. With a surge of adrenaline from wanting to push past the awkwardness, Kylie lifts Cassava straight up and performs a rare feat of strength and keeps The Superfan in the air. Showcasing Cassava’s half-naked ass for the whole arena. The FAWNatics are quick to start counting even in the middle of an appreciative ‘OOOHHHH’. They tick off the seconds ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ On ‘Five!’ The human pillar starts to shake, Cassava pushes her arms straight and falls back prematurely to Sanders’s will, and lands nimbly on her feet behind the Pleasant Vally’s most celebrated. Cassava spins on a heel and wraps Kylie in a rib-cracking hug from behind, The BMD champ tenses her BMD for an emphatic German Suplex when she catches a whiff of Kylie’s hair and the nape of her neck. For a brief moment, Cassava’s transported into a recurring fantasy where she and her obsession are spooning Sunday morning and her grip relaxes.
Kylie breaks Onika’s grips and do-si-dos around the content creator and takes her junior in a tight Waistlock, then swings her bottom-heavy stalker 180 degrees and rushes Onika toward the cables. The Milk Chocolate Mauler’s fulsome frontage presses into and bulges over the top strand in a way that justifies the exorbitant prices of the first three rows of seats before Kylie hauls Cassava up and over into a back somersault. A motion that builds momentum for her classic finisher, Over and Done.
Rolling Bridging German Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj_MY2S_2TQ
Kylie rotates onto her feet and shoots up for the final throw when Cassava steals the momentum and EXPLODES up! Years of watching the Girl Scout’s matches with an overanalyzing eye allowed Cassava to scout the move and put all her power into jumping out of the veteran’s hands. Kylie topples face up as Cassava uses that martial arts training to flip onto her feet. Sanders scrambles to stand but Onika’s dropping low; threading an arm between Sanders’ gams before she can fully rise and shanghaiing the comely Corps leader across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. A hush falls over the arena as the fans wonder if Cassava would dare pull a Gimmick Infringement and hit Sanders with a Pleasant Valley Driver. That mystery will persist for a while longer; Cassava huddles to the ground and rockets up, launching Kylie into the air to her right. As her guiding light falls, Cassava raises and angles her right glute, flexing the muscle until it turns from spankably soft to steel hard. Kylie’s jaw clips the fan’s moneymaker on the way down leaving her dazed and breathless and aching when she hits canvas.
GO TO CAKE
youtu.be/Ll9xFRKYYcM?t=477
Facing away from the veteran, Onika steps a foot over Kylie’s form so the world’s most powerful Peach hangs ominously overhead. She’s behind not to fix the half-wedgie but to complete it, turning her booty shorts into a thong, if her future wife wants Onika’s cheeks free then she will get it!
“You haven’t even BEGUN to taste my Cake, Miss Kylie.”
Onika bends over and twerks up a storm to a roaring audience.
“But don’t worry, I know without a doubt you’ll love the taste!”
The FAWNatics are happily whipping out their phones to capture this friendly taunt, but to Kylie watching fearfully from the mat with wide eyes, each clap of The BMD’s cheeks has the boom of the loudest thunder.
Cassava leaps into the air above the splayed Ky, her booming booty blaster descending toward the elfin features of the Pleasant Valley Princess. Thankfully for the more loyal members of the Corps and not the ones Cassava seems to have peeled away from their original leader, Sanders rolls clear of the devastating derriere. Onika’s ass strikes canvas-covered floorboards instead, her tailbone left throbbing from the impact. A grimacing Cassava grabs at her cheeks, even her plush padding not enough to stop a wave of pain rising through her spine.
Knowing just how close the Superfan came to being a Superwinner, the Platinum Pixie shakes out the cobwebs and rolls to her feet. With an aching BMD still on her pear-shaped behind, Kylie races toward her opponent and DRIVES a raised knee between the eyes of the Milk Chocolate Mauler, flattening Cassava to the canvas with a potentially concussive contact.
Deciding she’ll have to pull out the big guns to keep her highly motivated adversary down, Kylie traipses to the nearest corner and climbs to the top. The Pixie gazes out over the sea of her supporters, raising her arms high and wide, drawing an echoing ovation as the blonde readies for launch. Never the best highflyer despite being trained by one of them, one Shea London, Ky throws herself off in more of a tumble than a launch. However, it’s damn well effective as she CRASHES down across Cassava’s open tummy with a gutbusting moonsault.
Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TayrBd5Qduc ) :07
Onika’s body spasms beneath then settles with Sanders pressed tight in a crossbody pin.
The BMD’s idol hooks one of her foe’s legs and hopes to hang on through Carpenter’s…
ONE…
TWO…
The Superfan shoves her way out from under Ky’s control, pushing a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side.
On her haunches next to Onika, Kylie holds her right index finger a half-inch from her thumb, motioning how close she was to winning. A groaning Cassava shakes her head.
“Not if I have anything to say,” the Mauler informs.
“Sometimes you don’t,” Ky retorts, grabbing Cassava by wrist and shoulder and pulling her adversary up as she rises. Sanders points Onika to the far buckles and heaves her off with an Irish Whip, Cassava bouncing her way to the far buckles, turning into a back-first collision.
The Pixie follows behind, lifting off from several feet out and SPLASHING the BMD with as much force as she can muster out of her comparatively slender frame. A rocked Onika is scooped under her thick thighs and ‘hupped’ to a seat on the top buckle. Ky snatches her foe’s wrists, crossing them, then turns away from the Mauler. Thrusting her body and arms forward, Sanders tugs Cassava off her perch and THUMPS Onika to the deck with a pretty Iconoclasm.
Iconoclasm ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ )
As the ring stops reverberating from the SPLAT of Cassava’s cake, Kylie scrambles to a reverse straddle of Cassava’s abundant chest. Reaching forward, she grabs both of Onika’s slightly raised legs and pulls them toward her to matchbook her Superfan. But the cheeky Kylie isn’t done. She shows off her vanilla shortcake, scotting her taut little tail onto Cassava’s face for what might be karma for some opponents but what is likely a dream come true for the BMD.
Carpenter certainly seems transfixed by the sight of Ky on her throne. It takes him a split-second to realize his job and slap the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Onika gets her palms under Sanders’ ivory bum and launches Kylie to a standing position, the Pixie looking amazed and concerned with the strength used to send her there.
The FAWNatics erupt with ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ chant, the Corps and those unaffiliated transfixed by the battle between icon and superfan.
After a moment of contemplation, Sanders is back on her admirer, plucking both legs off the canvas with her back turned away from Cassava’s greasy face. The Pixie lifts both lower limbs high and starts to maneuver the writhing Cassava for her Chilled Crab Legs submission, a leftover from her infamous Vanilla Chill glory days.
Chilled Crab Legs ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY )
But before Onika can be flipped to the Inverted Boston Crab by Sanders, the Mauler shifts a leg loose from her idol’s grip, plants her foot between Ky’s buns and shoves her off. Kylie’s sent flying from the piston-like push, vaulting headlong into a face-first collision with a top buckle. Head snapping back from the impact, Sanders staggers away in a u-turn and Onika brings her down to the mat, the Pixie’s chin thumping against the canvas from a drop toe hold.
A rising Onika plants her left foot between Ky’s thighs then folds the stems around her posted leg. With the lower portion of the lock secured, Cassava throws herself to the deck several times, laying out and torturing Sanders knotted gams, tenderizing them and the Pixie’s spine for the Indian Deathlock. The Milk Chocolate Mauler next collects both of Kylie’s arms, completely immobilizing the moaning Ky in her submission hold.
Indian Deathlock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTIgMTVCKTw )
Cassava might ask a normal opponent to give, but with her beloved, Onika starts a “PLEASE DON’T TAP” chant. The crowd quickly picks it up, even as she continues to punish her PVP within the hold.
Carpenter holds no such desire to ensure Sanders survive. Al asks the Platinum Pixie if she wants to surrender to the Superfan. Ky shakes her head, biting her lower lip to halt her mewling.
“Are you sure?” Carpenter continues.
“YES…DAMN IT!”
Perhaps concerned by Kylie’s tone her foe’s throbbing legs, back, and arms might cause her to capitulate, Cassava releases her hold in stages, first letting Ky’s arms flop to the mat, then untying her legs from Sanders.
Onika pushes to her feet and wipes perspiration from her brow, wide smile firmly planted, Cassava taking in that she gets to swap sweat with her obsession.
With tingles abundant whether giving or receiving, Onika knows her cherished Pixie wouldn’t want anything but Cassava to give her best effort. The BMD pulls a faltering Sanders to a stooped stance and tugs Ky’s noggin between her thicc-ness. Wrapping her arms around Kylie’s gulping tummy, Onika flips the slender, alabaster OG up her frame until Kylie’s slung over her right shoulder, face pointed to the rafters.
Cassava forces Kylie’s arms into a crucifix position and walks the ring, showing off her prize to the cheering masses, the Corps enjoying the achievement of one of their own. With Ky’s squirming becoming more difficult to control, Cassava genuflects and DRIVES Kylie’s lower vertebrae into the plank of her upper leg.
Pumphandle Backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebkuBgtKlfc&t=76s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=18 )
Sanders rolls away, body arching in anguish from the blow. Onika grins guiltily, then shakes off a tingle traversing her spine at the sight of Ky under her control.
When Ky rolls to her chest and pushes to hands and knees, Onika turns from observer back to participant. She moves to a forward-facing, crouching straddle of Sanders, then THRUSTS her legendary rump into the already throbbing lower spine of the Pixie, flattening Ky to the canvas.
The Mauler, her planted ass overwhelming Ky’s tight cheeks, laces her fingers into a cup under Kylie’s chin and yanks back with her own version of a Clutch, testing the Pixie’s will and backbone once more.
“Don’t you want to just do this forever,” Cassava gushes.
The pained grunts from the FAWN original suggest otherwise.
The zebra watches closely, knowing from years of reffing Kylie’s matches the veteran’s reserves must be running low. And he’s right; Kylie’s nearing her limit and her thoughts are frantic with desperation and agony. Beyond just wanting to win the match, there’s just too much humiliation in losing to a woman who spent four figures on ring gear ripped off Kylie’s body by heels and makes hour-long videos about their history. Granted, Cassava sends her a cut of the videos’ revenue but she didn’t ask for that!
“You are an inspiration,” Onika praises as she relaxes the hold just to reef Sanders backward even harder. The elder Iowan’s fingers twitch and the toes of her boots beat against the mat. “Most of the women I know would’ve tapped by now.”
It’s certainly a tempting thought for the ex-world champion; Kylie’s too far from the ropes to force a break and Cassava’s too strong for her to power out. Wriggling free doesn’t seem like a viable option either; Cassava has the clutch locked in tight as a drum and it feels to Kylie like she’s loving it, going by the light shimmying of The BMD’s buns against her suffering own. Any other opponent and Kylie would take it as a slight.
Onika relaxes the hold and readies for a lurch that might give Sanders' spine a right angle.
She keeps talking to the Girl Scout like Onika isn't inflicting serious pain on her fantasy made flesh. "I hear Krystal Erway's in town next week. Want me to act as a go-between and make ourselves a stableeCK!"
Kylie's fingers find two of Onika's piggies, the one who had roast beef and the one who had none, and twists them by the knuckles.
The Superfan throws Kylie to the mat and jolts up. Oddly chirping "Sorry!" to her idol as Onika hobbles away, gingerly testing her weight on her foot before turning back to Sanders.
"Nice move! Didn't expect that."
Onika's all smiles as she peels Kylie off the mat to her knees, continually impressed by her opponent's tenacity. The Superfan is about to orate that further when Kylie goes from insensate puddle to woman of action!
The Platinum Pixie kicks off the mat to drive her shoulder into Cassava’s gut, hunching the lifelong Youtuber over and then scooping her up in a Fireman’s Carry. The famous FAWN arena becomes a storm of noise! Cassava might lose this match, but she can cross another thing off her bucket list when Kylie lays out on her side and splatters Cassava with a Pleasant Valley Driver!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=38NzoBne320
The mauled Mauler’s lungs expel all their air when she smacks against the ring floor, the glory of being on the receiving end of a PVD won’t occur to Cassava until much later that night. Kylie lunges over Cassava’s heaving body and grabs one of her legs and pulls it in deep with both hands, lifting her opponent’s ass slightly off the mat as Carpenter dives for the one-two-three!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRECASSAVA KICKS OUT!!!
With the absolute slimmest of margins Cassava bucks free of the pin and flops onto her front. Mouth agape and eyes full of shock, Kylie looks at Carpenter and holds up three fingers in confusion.
He shakes his head, “Just two, Sanders. She’s still in it.”
Kylie shakes her head in dismay but doesn’t but doesn’t argue the point further, knowing she has to keep piling on to keep the Superfan from resurging. The FAWNatics are equally awed by the kickout, most expecting the Corps lieutenant to go into a coma of pure happiness after taking a drive down Pleasant Valley.
“I… did not expect that,” Kylie huffed as she forces a jelly-legged and bobble-headed Cassava to stand, “You got the stuff to succeed in this company, but not against me.”
Kylie takes both of Cassava’s wrists, pulls them out and crosses them in front of the content creator. The Girl Scout dances a do-si-do to get back-to-back with Cassava, and bending forward. This lifts her fan onto her back, stretching out The Superfan and choking Cassava with her own overlaying arms. A very rare sighting of the seldom-used Pleasant Valley Necktie.
If the fans didn’t consider this a special match they do now. If Kylie’s digging this deep into her arsenal that means she wants the win badly! During a deep constriction, sweat drips down Kylie's forehead follows the bridge of her nose and pitter patters on the canvas. The Princess is putting 120% into making Cassava tap, no doubt the Superfan would be screaming to high heaven if not for the Straightjacket Choke turning her wails into worrying gurgles.
"Time to cut your loses, Cass!" Ky grunts as she eases up a bit, unable to keep that amount of pressure without collapsing. "I won't like it, but I WILL put you to sleep!"
The BMD can’t speak right now and Kylie can't see her face but the referee can; Cassava’s taken on a concerning hue as she’s strangled by her own body weight, but she uses the movement she can eek to shake her head ‘no’ to Al’s silent query. He sidles over to Kylie’s side of the submission and repeats Cassava’s motion, “not yet, Sanders. I think she was serious about never ending this match.”
Kylie lets out an exasperated exhale, “Alright, I’ll cameo on your next video to make up for this.”
The prepared Pixie doubles over ready to make her thiccest fan 5 inches taller, and Cassava kicks off Kylie’s thighs in the same moment. The highly trained Corps member rolls up Sanders’s back and lands on her feet in front of the bent-over veteran with her arms still crossed. Kylie looks up in surprise and meets Cassava’s eerily happy gaze as she coughs out, “That’d be awesome!”
Cassava whips around forcing them into another shoulders-to-shoulders grapple, but this time it’s Sanders’s arms against her own throat. Fortunately, the asphyxiation is temporary; after hupping the blonde up like a backpack. Cassava drops each half of the Straightjacket to build a Chinlock and plummets to her knees, banging the back of Sanders's head against Cassava's shoulder.
Pleasant Valley’s Peak
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LBp5w-ZdIc
A fuse burns out in Kylie's brain after the jarring jolt and her eyes roll to the back of her head as she wavers on her knees, then flops onto the canvas. Limp as a ragdoll. It seems the moral of this match is not to fight someone that knows your moves better than the alphabet. Onika spins on her butt and pushes her idol face up by the legs, then places the noodle-like vanilla sticks onto her shoulders. Onika crawls forward on her knees bundling Kylie into a tight ball of a pin. The moaning Platinum Pixie has her ankles by her ears and her eyes closed, this is a sight Cassava has wanted to see for herself her entire life…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-
Kylie spasms a shoulder up! Window-rattling pop fills the air! The FAWNatics can't believe it, their Princess is still in the fight.
Carpenter thinks at this stage in the match even Cassava must be disheartened that she couldn't get that final slap on Kylie. He's wrong. The official confusedly takes in the scene of Cassava grinning like she watched a loved one achieve a great accomplishment. With fists on hips and a loving grin, she looks down at the matchbooked wreckage of the Iowan veteran.
"Amazing. Awe-inspiring. You give me new heights to strive for every day Miss Sanders."
Kylie listlessly turns her head to the side, groaning, "Uuuuuuugh…."
Even if she was more coherent Kylie wouldn't know what to do with Onika's constant affection. The Superfan palms the Pixie's buns of minor annoyance and pushes off them to stand, then drags Kylie to her feet in stages. With a limp wrist in hand, Onika takes a big step back and whips her crush into the nearest corner. Sanders turns in time to bwung against the buckles, but it’s a rough collision, her legs fly up after impact and Kylie has to throw her arms over the ropes to stay vertical. The harsh spinal adjustment has the side benefit of waking Sanders to full alertness with a ragged gasp. The weary vet blinks rapidly trying to get a sense of the ring so she can mount a comeback. The harsh arena lights and the hurricane of noise from the surrounding fans congeal to make everything in her vision high definition except for a blur of motion heading straight for her!
SMECK!
That blur is Cassava!
In a night filled with dark fantasies turned into reality another of The Superfan’s goals becomes achieved; she nearly turns Kylie into a pink mist with a high-speed Avalanche Splash that gives off the echoing slap of a tummy-on-tits collision. Kylie's vanilla mounds are flattened to pancakes under the Mauler's abdomen and a pitiful moan leaks from her lips, but it’s suffocated to silence under the uncompromising wave of Cassava’s warm, boosted bosom that surrounds Kylie’s face.
Cassava’s eyes shut tight and she bites her lower lip, struggling to ignore the new tingles that her idol’s whimpers bring when they’re accompanied by Kylie suckling her tender flesh. She balances on the middle strands and grips the top ropes tightly, cutting off any escape for Sanders.
”Forgive me, I can’t resist!”
Cassava rolls her shoulders to give her would-be mentor a jugg scrub The Superfan will cherish forever. The Corps betrays their glorious leader for five long Mississippis before Cassava steps down letting a bobble-headed Sanders take in a much-needed breath.
Had the former lightweight champ not been distracted by nuzzling rack, she might recognize the scent of FAWN’s official perfume for Huggable and Kissable, Kylie’s former tag team with Cosette LeBlanc.
“This is just the best,” Onika says happily as she takes Kylie’s limp wrist, “a year from now we’re gonna throw a party to celebrate the first match of many.” The BMD champion leads a shambling Sanders out of the buckles and lowers a shoulder to send her obsession to the far corner, she heaves Sanders forward-No! Kylie digs in her heels to halt the whip and yanks Cassava into a stomach-churning Kneelift.
Onika is doubled over thrusting her wonderfully big ass out to Al Carpenter. Ky bends down and circles her arms around her stylin’ stalker’s middle, clasping her hands in an S grip at Onika’s navel.
“Hrgh!” Kylie straightens with a grunt lifting the 125 pounds of Youtuber into the air and slamming her into the canvas with a Gutwrench Suplex. The arena comes alive and the Corps reassert their loyalty seeing their leader still swinging for all she’s worth! Kylie kept the Gutwrench applied after the followthrough and rolls over the shuddering Cassava back onto her feet. Rising out of the crouch into another Suplex that has the Platinum Pixie yelling with exertion “Hraggh!” Again, Cassava is driven back-first against the unforgiving canvas, and the ‘FAWN Finds’ host trembles in her opponent’s arms, in too much suffering to compliment Kylie’s show of strength.
The Girl Scout was never known as a power wrestler, so it makes it even more impressive to the fans to see Sanders float over and rise one more time with the Gutwrench still applied. Adrenaline courses through Sanders’ veins as she swings her cargo in a circle, showing off Cassava’s soon-to-be-spanked ass before whipping her overhead. With a roar of conviction coming from the depths of her soul, Kylie slams her upstart fan into the mat with the weight of her entire career behind her throw
“RRRAAAAA!!”
youtu.be/G2_WhdCr6mw?t=178
Cassava’s body hits the ring floor with more force than thought contained in Kylie’s body. She bounces hard off the sheathed plywood and her lips part in a pained sigh as she looks up at the bright houselights. Kylie snakes over and covers Cassava in a Cross Press, pulling in the far leg harder than when she beat Emily West for the World title.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-
Cassava kicks out!! Her majesty of merch violently twists onto her side, breathing heavily trying to jumpstart an adrenaline rush. Kylie’s chin ended up resting on The Superfan’s hip, mouth open and eyes mournful that Cassava refused to stay down. Too tired to look to Al to confirm what she already knew, Kylie laboriously rises to her feet and drags Cassava to her knees with two handfuls of her multicoloured hair. A weaker part of the former Vanilla Chill ponders Would she stay down if I just ask?...
Kylie pulls Cass into a snug headscissors and pulses her thighs till the pressure stirs Cassava to get off her knees; Kylie raises her arms up and spreads her fingers wide, causing bubbles of excited chittering that Sanders is about to perform a ‘Symphony’.
The Pleasant Valley Princess isn’t musically inclined, but she does beat a bass note by giving Cassava’s title-bearing cheeks a clapping double-palm spank! Kylie feels her follower shudder between her legs and hears a surprised coo. Ky treats herself to a single squeeze of the bared buns and shrugs in self-admission, “I get it.”
She circles her arms around Onika’s middle in yet another Gutwrench and in a corkscrewing heave lifts the heavier Lightweight for a Powerbomb. But The BMD strategically jumps off the mat with the lift-off, giving the unprepared Kylie extra thrust and upsetting her balance when Cassava’s face up on her shoulder.
There’s a second of worry where the two are teetering and FAWN was about to record an injury-causing botch, but Cassava wiggles her toes just enough to put the weight distribution in her favor and Kylie starts to fall backward. The Superfan lands on her feet while The Pixie bangs the back of her head on the ring floor.
Kylie's eyes shut in agony as fireworks go off in her brain, so she misses Onika spinning on a heel to straddle her head and lower to grab her wrists. The crowd OOOOHHHH’s in shock as they recognize the set-up for a finisher by the Corps leaders’ mutual enemy, could this be real?
Kylie’s shaking her head to will away the pain when she feels her arms being lifted off the mat, she opens her eyes and her vision is bracketed by the smooth pillars of light mahogany she recognizes Cassava’s legs leading up to a then patch of pink spandex covering the booty-battler’s crotch.
All the heat leaves Kylie’s body in an instant as countless memories of Lakeisha Bates and her confidence-crushing ass flood her mind. The former TV, Lightweight, Tag, and World champion reverts to her early jobber days and pleads a desperate “Wait!?”
But there’s no stopping Cassava now; with one harsh pull, she raises Kylie’s fearful face against her tender center. “HMMM!” Onika raises her chin and presses her lips tight as she hums in barely-restrained pleasure at the sensation of her obsession’s breath on her crotch. Instinctively, she tightens the headscissors to coconut-cracking pressure making Sanders whimper. The Superfan doesn’t delay long, just enough to raise the tension to its apex before she drops to her knees, hammering the back of Sanders’ head into the mat with ring-denting force and plunging the veteran’s elfin nose right up main street.
Rumpshaker, Cassava Onika to Kylie Sanders.
There’s a crashing wave of noise from the FAWNatics when they see Onika resorting to The Nubian Queen’s signature move, but they shouldn’t be surprised. Onika needed to master and innovate every move in the gluteal martial arts and using it against Kylie was too much to resist!
Her idol’s face completely obscured by The BMD’s badonkadonk, a blissful Cassava traps Kylie’s lifeless arms under her shins and places her hands on the Princess’ fluttering chest.
Cassava flicks Kylie’s nipples with her thumbs before giving the breasts she’s longed to touch for years a respectful grope.
“Whenever your ready, Al” she breathes out.
The official snaps out of the daze the surreal sight of Kylie getting a Rumpshaking from Cassava put him in and he drops for the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Kylie’s right heel weakly raises an inch off the ground on muscle memory, but the rest of her body is as still as stone.
THREE!!!!
DINGDINGDING!!!
The bell chimes in Cassava’s victory and her music blares through the speakers. The Corps get up from their seats and applaud The Superfan’s win and Kylie’s bravery, some are less than ecstatic about their beloved Pixie being buried in buns, but they trust Cassava not to take liberties. And she doesn’t….for the most part.
Cassava doesn’t go old ‘school’ but she doesn’t dismount either; the less-than-pure-intended fangirl bears down and slowly drrraaaaags her undercarriage up Kylie’s face till she slides off and sits on the mat. Filled to the brink with a wide range of emotions, Cassava leans down and whispers “Thank you so much.”
She pushes off her heroine’s chest to stand, hands Carpenter her wrist, and gets her hand raised to a cheer that warms her heart and almost brings tears to her eyes.
“This is the best night of life, not my life, all lives!”
She turns her head to see Kylie hasn’t come to yet but has stirred in her unconsciousness into a boneless sprawl.
Cassava doesn’t want to go as far as to posterize the Pixie with a foot on her belly, but she has to do something…
A lightbulb turns on in Cassava’s mind! She points Al to the timekeeper’s table.
“Could you get my title?” and scurries back to the pulverized platinum blonde.
She lowers to a wide-spread seat on her haunches with Kylie’s head near her crotch. The defeated Girl Scout groans in her slumber and turns her head to rest a cheek against the canvas. The referee hands Onika her title and she props up on one arm as she rocks a double bicep flex, looking, proud, powerful, and dominant over a vanquished opponent.
A storm of flashes erupts as photographers immortalize the moment Sanders decisively lost a match to the woman who collects her action figures. That reality dawns on Cassava and she turns her head to Carpenter nervously, “Do you think she’ll still give me her autograph?”
“This is the big one,” Cassava mutters to herself as she lowers into a series of Cossacks squats. Her hips need to be at 150% for all the cake she’ll be serving tonight! Miss Sanders will know that Cassava’s Buns of Mass Destruction title is not an oversized vanity, but an acknowledgement of years of training and research. Miss Sanders will know that Cassava is greatest and leading member of the Kylie Corps, and if things go well, her future wife!
“This is World Championship level,” Cassava breathes as she rises out of the squat, “I gotta be at my absolute best. I need to prove to Miss Sanders I’m worth having around, and that I’ll take her career back up to one of its many peaks.” She walks over to a mirror and checks her makeup one last time, even a hair out of place is not acceptable tonight. The anxious booty battler fluffs her hair and gives her large breasts an unnecessary boost. Their natural perkiness is enhanced by a push-up bra to resemble, and possibly surpass Emily West’s décolletage at the Black Queen’s best. The BMD believes (falsely) that Emily and Kylie’s relationship over the years was far more intense and intimate than advertised, and the memory of nights spent in West’s sweltering cleavage would distract Kylie enough for a beating from her backside.
“Tonight, when my crotch settles on her nose, Kylie will know that my ass is greatest that has ever used her face as a seat,” Cassava stares into her own eyes with disturbing intensity, “Better than Mendoza. Better than Jasmine. Better than the Burlingames. Better than Bates. Better than Cynthia.
Onika hears the opening beats of her entrance start to boom through the speakers. She blows a kiss to her reflection, “Showtime! Time for dreams to come true!” and the karateka turns away with a swing in her step towards her destiny.
KICKPUNCH- ADAM WARROCK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
Nerd Hip Hop blasts through the speakers as the short and curvaceous Black woman steps through the curtains and raises a fist to the cheering throngs, looking determined but with a touch of nervousness in her aura. Cassava hops foot to foot and screams out to her loyal fans who’ve been following her since the first episode of FAWN Finds uploaded years ago, “Tonight’s about the Corps! We’ve made FAWN the place to be, the main event’s happening right now!” The Kylie Corps’ love at the moment will not be divided but shared between its most devoted member and its glorious leader; a sea of hands spring up when Cassava goes for some hi-fives as she speedwalks down the ramp.
“FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
The Superfan’s dressed in a white beater that showed a hint of belly button, and her red bra is visible through the thin fabric, It’s a push-up type which is unusual for Cassava but her fans aren’t complaining. Most of them are openly drooling when they get a look at her bottomless cleavage when she leans to slap hands. On Cassava’s wide, swaggering hips are a pair of pink togs in the style of booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small). Just above those was the wide leather strap of the BMD title, the nature and design of the belt dictated that the gold plate be showcased just above its holder’s buns. The inward curve of the center gold plate resting on Onika’s shelf of a booty like it was always meant to be there. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
Reaching the ring, Cassava unclasps her custom belt and hands it to an attendant with a wink and “thanks!” Revealing that hanging from a belt loop of her shorts is a gold Kylie Corps brand autograph book with a pen compartment. Win or lose, The Superfan will get Sanders’ signature. Cassava jogs up the steel steps and quickly steps through the ropes and into her corner. She nods a silent, nervous hello to Referee Al Carpenter as she presents herself for a pat down, all oxygen at this point must be put toward the match.
Kylie stretches behind the curtain, butterflies fluttering. Losing to a superfan would be noteworthy in her career, and like many of her notes over twenty years, a sour one.
But to be fair, Cassava’s proven herself much more than just an admirer over a long period and now, having seen her in person and even more as a tag partner…her curvy counterpart would surely be a handful...pardon…booty-ful.
Then there’s the whole ‘worshipping thing’ still making her slightly uncomfortable. Maybe more than slightly. How might that manifest itself?
Didn’t matter. Treat her respectfully, beat her respectfully. She’s earned that. Add another ‘W’ in one last attempt to make herself attractive for a title shot.
When the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena and she hears the Corps roar to its collective feet, the FAWN original is ready to go. God knows Cassava would be.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
Wrestling’s favorite Girl Scout moves to the curtain and pushes through, raising the decibels by double. With a final fantastic run still a hope, at least in the hearts of her Corps, Sanders seems focused. Tonight’s match would test that concentration.
Moving to center stage, Kylie absorbs the FAWNatics’ adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed Pleasant Valley Princess eliciting all kinds of love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty, perhaps most especially from her adversary and recently partner.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Ky cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelm her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie to be worth more than gold and a large placard reading “We’re bigger superfans than Cassava!”.
“I don’t know about that,” the Hawkeye responds with a smile.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky takes a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her full, Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“This is a special night for me and a new friend I’ve found in an extraordinary way. We’re going to give it our all and put on a special show for you. Cassava come on out here, please.”
A startled Onika, perhaps not believing her ears, slowly moves to the middle, looking a little nauseous. The Pixie extends her right hand.
“Let the best woman win.”
“Wow. Thanks. I mean. Yes.”
The grapplers share a shake.
Sanders motions to Onika as if to ask if she can have her hand back and the Mauler sheepishly obliges.
Ky hands the stick to the ring announcer and retreats to her assigned corner where she allows lead referee Nick Castle to begin his cursory check for foreign objects as her introduction commences.
“And her opponent…also hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause as Kylie nervously hops and stretches.
“You ready?” the elfin blonde shouts over to Cassava, who manages a weak-kneed nod.
“Girl has it bad,” Sanders mutters to herself, hoping the BMD doesn’t give it anything but the best she’s got, as the bell brings the match to its start.
The natural and artificial blonde exit their corners and close the distance at a slow pace in mirroring grappler stances, each looking for a hint at what the other might do.
Kylie knows that Cassava's weight advantage and lower center of gravity make an Elbow and Collar a bad idea, so once she nears center ring she halts raises a spread hand in the air. Kylie nods at The Superfan, "Betchu always wanted to do this."
Cassava looks fervently at Kylie's hand and shoots up her own, squeaking "Yes!" And hi-fives the hand in excitement!
Startled, Kylie blinks and finds their fingers interlaced after contact. They complete the second half of the Test of Strength and start pouring their all into this simple contest. Kylie starts off with an early lead, slowly but steadily turning Cassava’s wrists back. The Sri Lankan sweetie is physically stronger than Sanders normally, but the dream of holding the Pixie’s hands is an event that turns Cassava’s arms to jelly.
No! Cassava shakes off the distracting romantic scenarios running in her head and screws her cute face in concentration, We need to show Miss Sanders we’re strong!
Trying not to get lost in Sanders’ hazel eyes, Cassava lets out a slow breath as she pushes the veteran’s hands back to a stalemate. Cassava regains the ground much faster than Sanders took it; a bead of cold sweat starts to run down the platinum blonde’s back when Kylie feels her wrists bent back against her will. Stronger than she looks! It’s not just her buns that are destructive. All the muscles in the Lightweights’ bodies flex beautifully as they try to overcome the other; it’s a bit of a FAWN tradition for when there’s a Test of Strength for fans to take pictures of the talents’ taut glutes in the heat of it and put them side by side for comparison. Sanders’ backside will catch eyes in any room she’s in… but it’s just unfair to put those snowballs against Cassava’s cake. Pics from this Test will haunt Kylie on social media for some time.
Refusing to take a knee in front of the woman who runs her fan page, Kylie forces their hands down from 10 and 2 to 9 and 3, audibly slapping her body against Onika’s and making her plant a bare foot further back to stay vertical. Almost cheek to cheek, their necks loom over their opponent’s shoulder as their chests roll and bully against the opposing pair for space. Or rather Cassava’s melons batter and mushroom Kylie’s smaller but spectacular set, another front in this battle the veteran is struggling not to cede. Feels like I’m sparring with Emily here…, muses Kylie as Onika’s tits tickle her chin. The booty battler leans back a few inches and rams her boosted bosom against her idol's, nearly collapsing Kylie's stance and making her flinch when the Onika’s hard nipples flick off her own. But at least Emily doesn't sport glass cutters when we tangle!.
Correctly guessing that her opponent was enjoying their close contact more than professionally, Kylie makes some space by slipping her left leg behind Cassava’s right and nudging her foot out of alignment and taking away her balance. Rather than be pushed onto her back, Cassava rises onto her tiptoes and arcs with Kylie’s push to support the rest of her weight on her head. Her white t-shirt rides up exposing more of her belly as it thrusts up in a bridge.
Kylie tilts her head, “Not bad.” And presses the back of Cassava’s hands to the mat. Throwing herself into a handstand Kylie lands in a shins-on-thighs seat on The Superfan’s bridge; not even a quiver in Onika’s form. Kylie kicks up into another handstand and swings down with more force, but the dyed blonde’s bridge is just too sturdy. Sanders blinks and nods in approval, “Nice bridge Cass.”
She gets a squeak back, “Thank you, ma’am!”
Cassava can’t physically look at her idol at the moment but has her glued to the FAWNtron, memorizing the sight of the former Vanilla Chill sitting on her lap and looming over her.
Kylie shudders slightly, “Don’t call me ma’am, please?” And kicks her legs up for a third attempt; Cassava drops her ass to the mat and lifts her feet to catch Sanders by the hips to push the Pixie to her feet, helping to pull Cassava back onto hers.
The BMD hops onto Sanders’ shins and throws herself back to the canvas slinging the platinum blonde overhead so they form a straight line. Their hands still connected Cassava floats over for a full-body pin- Kylie brings her boots and kicks her fan back to her feet. It’s like a perpetual motion machine; Cassava stands back pulling Kylie with her who leaps and Monkeyflips Cassava back- Cassava breaks the handholds and flips mid-air to land on her feet.
Cassava whips around to see a charging Kylie inches away and almost gets bowled over as she’s taken in an Elbow and Collar. The Superfan is backed up a few paces before she firms up and halts her obsession’s progress; Kylie releases drops to a knee and slips behind Cassava, breasts to shoulderblades. She threads her arms under her fan’s to lock her in a Full Nelson that’s stopped millimetres from completion. Cassava’s biceps look surprisingly big while the Mauler flexes to her fullest trying to power out of the hold before it’s set in.
Kylie bites her lower lips as she tries to force their trembling arms back up but Onika can’t be denied; The Superfan snags Kylie’s wrist and whirls around her for a Hammerlock but Kylie uses that edge in experience and reverses it, hiking up Cassava’s left arm between her shoulders.
“I was kinda expecting you to try and serve me some cake right from the jump,” Kylie speaks into Cassava’s ear as she pulls on the hold making her bottom-heavy opponent wince and yelp.
Cassava hisses with pain, “Don’t want you to think I’m a One Trick Pony. You’ll have it when you’re ready.”
Kylie grins and hikes the Hammerlock getting another cute yelp, “Don’t be so sure, I- Hey!”
Cassava finds the right angle and reverses the Hammer- Kylie falls back when Cassava’s at her side and drags the potential stalker over to the canvas, leaving Cassava lying face up with her left wrist in Kylie’s possession. The former world champion brackets the limb with her legs and falls back for a Cross Armbreaker, Onika whips up her free arm and grabs her hand tightly, forming a strong loop Kylie will have to break to get the submission.
“Come on, Come on…” Kylie mutters to herself as she tries to yank Onika’s left arm into a match-ending position. When that fails, she halves her grip and pries at the knot of hands trying to worm her way in and break it to no avail.
“This reminds me of a fanfic I wrote,” grunts Onika as she trudges to one knee with Kylie hanging her torso like an anchor, “Except you were wrestling AJ Swann and you were in a sauna.”
“Uhh…” Kylie wasn’t sure how to take that information but didn’t have the time to ponder it.
Instead of stacking Kylie on her shoulders for a pin Cassava leans forward to put Pleasant Valley’s favourite daughter on her face and knees, the awkward positioning weakening Kylie’s grasp and allowing Cassava to pull her arms free. She quickly lies across Kylie’s buns(and becomes hyper-aware of the fact) as she folds Kylie’s right leg into the pit of her left knee and pulls on the vet’s left foot like Cassava means to rip the leg free or fold Kylie in half.
Counters into Stump Puller: youtu.be/jGwTTk8c3U8?t=215
Kylie grits her teeth and chokes down a cry, not wanting to appear weak compared to the young woman who reviews her merchandise for a living. Thankfully salvation is mere feet away, the older Iowan only has to suffer a few seconds before she can grab the bottom cable.
Al Carpenter calls “Break!” but Cassava separated as his lips were forming the first syllable.
Kylie rises to a knee with a hand on the second rope while Cassava keeps a low stance at center ring, wanting to stay ready for anything.
The FAWNatics give the exchange of offence a warm applause, appreciating the technical display.
Sanders uses the cable to pull to her feet and gives her Superfan a polite golf clap. She circles away from the ropes and Cassava joins the Platinum Pixie in orbiting the ring. Slowly, their revolutions meet in the middle of the ring and they lock in another collar-and-elbow. The pair struggle for leverage and it’s the curvier Cassava who takes control, backing Kylie into the ropes then untying herself to capture Sanders’ noggin in a side headlock.
Kylie’s hands move the Milk Chocolate Mauler’s hips and she shoves Onika off, the BMD using the momentum to race to the far ropes and rebound. Ky follows to center stage and sets for the returning Cassava, but she’s not ready for the force Cassava brings with a lowered shoulder. The charging Superfan rams it into Kylie’s chest and the Pixie is flattened.
The Pleasant Valley Princess stares up at a hovering Cassava, perhaps realizing her title of hometown royalty may be usurped by her fellow Iowan. Onika gives the horizontal Sanders a little wave, then skips over her idol and races to the next set of ropes. Ky hops to her feet then leapfrogs over a rushing Mauler when she returns. Onto her third running of the ropes, Cassava u-turns and stampedes toward her obsession once more. When a turning Ky tries to leapfrog again, Cassava catches the FAWN original around the curves of her glutes, pivots and PLANTS the redeemed Girl Scout into the mat with a spinebuster that may cause a Kylie-sized indentation in the mat.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/shorts/KILF1ev8opI )
A dazed Ky gazes blankly into the rafters as Cassava scoots next to her heroine, grabs a leg and rolls into a back press pin for the…
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Sanders thrusts a shoulder up to keep Cassava’s dream match alive, something a seated Onika’s grin shows is perfectly fine with her.
“I knew it’d take more than that,” the BMD champ says.
Onika pulls Kylie up as she rises with a grip on the blonde’s wrist and shoulder, but when the partners-turned-opponents reach their feet, Ky breaks loose. The blonde laces her fingers behind Cassava’s cranium, tucks the crown of her head to the BMD’s chin, and drops to a knee, jacking the Mauler with a jawbreaker.
Cassava staggers in a backpedal to the corner where the buckles keep her upright while Ky shakes off the after-effects of Cassava’s heavy artillery. Noticing the location of her Superfan, the slender Pixie charges her foe, but pays for it when Cassava surges toward her, intercepting the former Vanilla Chill with a clothesline that puts Ky back on the canvas. Sanders scrambles to vertical, but Cassava repeats the process, knocking Kylie flat again. A determined Sanders is up again and Onika flattens her idol with a final clothesline, the Mauler putting on a power display Sanders can’t withstand.
Punchdrunk, Kylie struggles to the corner once occupied by her Superfan. She sits, legs extended, back leaning against the bottom buckle. Across the ring, a joyous Cassava slaps her thighs and most of the crowd, even some of Kylie’s Corps, support her, knowing she’s a charter member. Onika races across the canvas and delivers a head-snapping hip check that leaves Kylie a shellshocked mess. Cassava grabs an ankle, pulls Ky away from the corner and collapses atop her beloved Pixie with a tight crossbody pin, hooking a leg for the…
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Sanders kicks out again, though considerably less forcefully.
Clothesline fun and mega hip check ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMMZ0UauEhs&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=16 )
“Sorry, ma’am, but sometimes my ass has a mind of its own.”
The OG Hawkeye burbles something unintelligible in response as the elfin blonde is halfway to Dream Street from Cassava’s early ass-ault, Ky in danger of becoming the Superfan’s rag doll and who knows where that might lead.
Onika draws Ky up to rubbery legs and points Sanders to the opposite buckles. She tosses Kylie off with an Irish Whip and the Pixie is sent hurtling across the canvas. Sanders turns into a heavy back-first collision, but she remains upright, limp arms dropped over the top cable on either side. A beaming Cassava has another fantasy in her sights, delivering a tidal wave-sized splash to her treasured fixation.
The curvy Mauler blazes across the canvas and leaps from a few feet out but the veteran gets a leg raised and Sanders’ boot sole strikes Cassava in the chin before she can deliver the body-on-body avalanche. Onika spins away from the impact, flexing and massaging her jaw. When she turns to reacquire her idol, Kylie is sprinting out of the buckles.
The OG Hawkeye dips a shoulder toward the wide-eyed Onika and SPEARS THE HOLY HELL out of Cassava, the Milk Chocolate Mauler folding around Ky’s goring gut-wrencher. Sanders DRIVES the BMD into the mat to finish her textbook tackle and ends on her haunches next to a splayed Onika.
Instead of going for a pin, Sanders shovels a groaning Cassava to her abundant chest and mounts her Superfan in a backward-facing kneeling straddle of the Mauler’s waist. Kylie shakes out some cobwebs and raises her right arm high, clenching her palm.
The response from the crowd is overwhelming and immediate as they shout ‘FARM…HAND!’
A squirming Cassava turns to look over a shoulder and sees Ky drive her digits into the nerve bundle of the BMD’s left hamstring, a shudder moving up and down not only her leg but her spine as Onika’s surely wondered for much of her adult life what it would feel like to have the Farmhand applied to her.
Ky pushes her left hand down on top of her right to give Cassava the full effect, digging her talons into the muscle meat of Cassava’s immense thigh. Applying the debilitating hold with the experience of twenty years of application, Ky has the leg twitching involuntarily as she works at making Cassava a one-legged fighter. Onika’s features are a combination of pain and pleasure, the Mauler moaning in a way of which Kylie’s unfamiliar. Sanders halves her grip and sweeps perspiration of her brow, turning to a poised Castle.
“I’d say ask her, but I’m not sure she wouldn’t say more please.”
Relenting when it’s obvious Cassava’s getting as much out of the maneuver as she is, Kylie grabs the ankle of Onika’s ‘dead leg’ and pulls it back in an arch. Dropping into a low crouch, she transitions to a single-leg Crab, Sanders forcing the Mauler’s spinal column into an agonizing curve when the Pixie lowers into a bridge, touching the crown of her head to her Superfan’s. Cassava’s moans turn to grunts of pain.
“I think she’s getting the point this time,” Ky calls out to Castle. “You can ask if she wants to surrender.”
Nick does, but Cassava shakes her head.
“I’m never ending this match,” Onika blurts.
Kylie fully believes, at least for as long as her spasming muscles can keep her in the bridge. The Pixie collapses, releasing Cassava’s captured stem. She reclines atop the Mauler’s back, both women recovering, drawing in deep breaths to push on.
“I’ll say this,” Kylie rasps as she sits up and pushes off Onika’s glutes to stand. “You can take your licks. This must be what it feels like to fight me.”
“Oh, thank you! Ugh!” That compliment that makes Cassava’s year is not diluted one iota by the boot Sanders drops onto her spine. The decorated star gives Cass another boot to make sure she stays horizontal and leaps straight up. Tucking in her legs like she’s about to cannonball into a pool, Sanders drops her concentrated mass onto her unwilling(but very willing) human crashpad with a Standing Senton. Cassava squawks under Sanders’ sudden weight and her limbs shoot out and jerk like the lioness is electrified before the flop to the mat listlessly. Kylie turns the smashed Superfan to her back before rising into a crouch, “You’re gonna regret deciding to showcase your gurls tonight,” Kylie warns with a smile. Shooting into the air like a popular Italian plumber, Kylie puts a pair of bootprints on Onika’s boosted breasts with a Mushroom Stomp!
“Aaie! AH!” The dyed blonde yelps and mewls from the jugg mugging and bites down a squeal when the vet drags her soles off her bosom to the canvas. If you asked Cassava any night before tonight, she would say Kylie to do anything to her boobs and she would say ‘thank you.” Looks like even The BMD’s fandom has its limits. Kylie bends down and brings Onika up by the straps of her top, backs her into the cables; Kylie windmills her arms and wobbles Onika’s sensitive frontage with stereo Overhand Chops sending the junior Iowan into a silent fit. Cassava’s knees shake and she crosses her arms protectively over her juggs making it easy for Kylie to pull her head down into a snug Front Facelock. The Corps Commander leads Cassava deeper into the ring and ups the pressure of the lock till she gets a little whine from the booty battler. “I hope me putting you down won’t dissuade you from being a fan.”
“Never!” Cassava squeaks in astonishment at the thought, she’ll be loyal even as Kylie pumps the hold making her stamp her feet in pain and wiggle her backside for the hardcam. “Kylie Corps For Life!”
Kylie shakes her head in amazement, “Well, that’s comforting.” She grabs Onika’s biceps and leans forward for an Evenfllow DDT when her balance turns very even. Onika digs her toes into the rough canvas and snaps straight up with her idol strewn over her shoulder; she quickly wrangles Kylie’s kicking legs under each arm before the decorated Lightweight can slip free. Cassava sets her legs in the right position for a likely match ending Upside Down Cake; at the exact moment Sanders's scalp hits the ring floor, the PVP will be engulfed in the Buns of Mass Destruction!
Axe Guillotine Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j3J-wXRRjk)
Cassava stalls her finisher to make sure there’s no misunderstanding to be had, “And please know that while I will win this match! I take no pleasure in causing any pain to you, Kylie.”
But her words don’t match her actions, Cassava’s been swiveling her cheeks in tight figure-eights against Kylie’s sputtering face the moment they made contact. Deep, DEEP down, there’s always been a part of The Superfan that’s wanted to humiliate her heroine herself and get as ‘old school’ as possible. The angel and devil on Cassava’s shoulders are having their own match trying to dictate how far things are going to go tonight!
The air fills with familiar catcalls and whistles as Kylie suffers yet another butt-buffing in her career and without the aid of a corner! Though it looks like Cassava’s internal battle is too much of a distraction; pushing off the slope of Onika’s back and summoning all the power she can from her core, Kylie pulls her visage from between The BMD’s glutes and straighten still the two women form a T. Showing the perseverance that won her many a title, Kylie whips forward sending the pair into a Sunset Flip with Cassava flat on her back with her legs in Kylie’s possession, and her arms pressed down by Kylie’s stems.
youtu.be/r9Sh6o3PycM?t=37 (0:32)
Referee Al Carpenter slides in as quickly as the zebra he resembles makes a count.
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Cassava boxes Kylie’s ears with her thicc thighs during Carpenter’s first slap, stunning the platinum blonde enough for Cassava to roll out from under Kylie’s legs. The BMD lands on her fours and lunges for her idol, then plops onto her side blinking dazedly when Kylie chin-checks her with a palm strike. Kylie gets to her knees and takes her by the elbow and ear to raise Onika to her feet, twisting the latter slightly as payback for the ass in her face. Sanders speaks firmly as she grabs Onika’s waistband by the hip after putting the Mauler’s arm over her neck, “I think I’ve had enough cake for one night, thank you.” She strains to lift the slightly heavier young woman finding Cassava has grapevined a leg around hers, stopping the Suplex. Knowing her Number One Fan will forgive her, Kylie moves her hand to a leghole of Cassava’s pink shorts, she yanks it up high and hard baring a seismic glute with an eye-watering half-wedgie!
Kylie gets her wish of Cassava’s leg unwinding from her own but has to deal with her amorous acolyte making a sound between a moan and gasp in her ear. With a surge of adrenaline from wanting to push past the awkwardness, Kylie lifts Cassava straight up and performs a rare feat of strength and keeps The Superfan in the air. Showcasing Cassava’s half-naked ass for the whole arena. The FAWNatics are quick to start counting even in the middle of an appreciative ‘OOOHHHH’. They tick off the seconds ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ On ‘Five!’ The human pillar starts to shake, Cassava pushes her arms straight and falls back prematurely to Sanders’s will, and lands nimbly on her feet behind the Pleasant Vally’s most celebrated. Cassava spins on a heel and wraps Kylie in a rib-cracking hug from behind, The BMD champ tenses her BMD for an emphatic German Suplex when she catches a whiff of Kylie’s hair and the nape of her neck. For a brief moment, Cassava’s transported into a recurring fantasy where she and her obsession are spooning Sunday morning and her grip relaxes.
Kylie breaks Onika’s grips and do-si-dos around the content creator and takes her junior in a tight Waistlock, then swings her bottom-heavy stalker 180 degrees and rushes Onika toward the cables. The Milk Chocolate Mauler’s fulsome frontage presses into and bulges over the top strand in a way that justifies the exorbitant prices of the first three rows of seats before Kylie hauls Cassava up and over into a back somersault. A motion that builds momentum for her classic finisher, Over and Done.
Rolling Bridging German Suplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj_MY2S_2TQ
Kylie rotates onto her feet and shoots up for the final throw when Cassava steals the momentum and EXPLODES up! Years of watching the Girl Scout’s matches with an overanalyzing eye allowed Cassava to scout the move and put all her power into jumping out of the veteran’s hands. Kylie topples face up as Cassava uses that martial arts training to flip onto her feet. Sanders scrambles to stand but Onika’s dropping low; threading an arm between Sanders’ gams before she can fully rise and shanghaiing the comely Corps leader across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. A hush falls over the arena as the fans wonder if Cassava would dare pull a Gimmick Infringement and hit Sanders with a Pleasant Valley Driver. That mystery will persist for a while longer; Cassava huddles to the ground and rockets up, launching Kylie into the air to her right. As her guiding light falls, Cassava raises and angles her right glute, flexing the muscle until it turns from spankably soft to steel hard. Kylie’s jaw clips the fan’s moneymaker on the way down leaving her dazed and breathless and aching when she hits canvas.
GO TO CAKE
youtu.be/Ll9xFRKYYcM?t=477
Facing away from the veteran, Onika steps a foot over Kylie’s form so the world’s most powerful Peach hangs ominously overhead. She’s behind not to fix the half-wedgie but to complete it, turning her booty shorts into a thong, if her future wife wants Onika’s cheeks free then she will get it!
“You haven’t even BEGUN to taste my Cake, Miss Kylie.”
Onika bends over and twerks up a storm to a roaring audience.
“But don’t worry, I know without a doubt you’ll love the taste!”
The FAWNatics are happily whipping out their phones to capture this friendly taunt, but to Kylie watching fearfully from the mat with wide eyes, each clap of The BMD’s cheeks has the boom of the loudest thunder.
Cassava leaps into the air above the splayed Ky, her booming booty blaster descending toward the elfin features of the Pleasant Valley Princess. Thankfully for the more loyal members of the Corps and not the ones Cassava seems to have peeled away from their original leader, Sanders rolls clear of the devastating derriere. Onika’s ass strikes canvas-covered floorboards instead, her tailbone left throbbing from the impact. A grimacing Cassava grabs at her cheeks, even her plush padding not enough to stop a wave of pain rising through her spine.
Knowing just how close the Superfan came to being a Superwinner, the Platinum Pixie shakes out the cobwebs and rolls to her feet. With an aching BMD still on her pear-shaped behind, Kylie races toward her opponent and DRIVES a raised knee between the eyes of the Milk Chocolate Mauler, flattening Cassava to the canvas with a potentially concussive contact.
Deciding she’ll have to pull out the big guns to keep her highly motivated adversary down, Kylie traipses to the nearest corner and climbs to the top. The Pixie gazes out over the sea of her supporters, raising her arms high and wide, drawing an echoing ovation as the blonde readies for launch. Never the best highflyer despite being trained by one of them, one Shea London, Ky throws herself off in more of a tumble than a launch. However, it’s damn well effective as she CRASHES down across Cassava’s open tummy with a gutbusting moonsault.
Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TayrBd5Qduc ) :07
Onika’s body spasms beneath then settles with Sanders pressed tight in a crossbody pin.
The BMD’s idol hooks one of her foe’s legs and hopes to hang on through Carpenter’s…
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The Superfan shoves her way out from under Ky’s control, pushing a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side.
On her haunches next to Onika, Kylie holds her right index finger a half-inch from her thumb, motioning how close she was to winning. A groaning Cassava shakes her head.
“Not if I have anything to say,” the Mauler informs.
“Sometimes you don’t,” Ky retorts, grabbing Cassava by wrist and shoulder and pulling her adversary up as she rises. Sanders points Onika to the far buckles and heaves her off with an Irish Whip, Cassava bouncing her way to the far buckles, turning into a back-first collision.
The Pixie follows behind, lifting off from several feet out and SPLASHING the BMD with as much force as she can muster out of her comparatively slender frame. A rocked Onika is scooped under her thick thighs and ‘hupped’ to a seat on the top buckle. Ky snatches her foe’s wrists, crossing them, then turns away from the Mauler. Thrusting her body and arms forward, Sanders tugs Cassava off her perch and THUMPS Onika to the deck with a pretty Iconoclasm.
Iconoclasm ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ )
As the ring stops reverberating from the SPLAT of Cassava’s cake, Kylie scrambles to a reverse straddle of Cassava’s abundant chest. Reaching forward, she grabs both of Onika’s slightly raised legs and pulls them toward her to matchbook her Superfan. But the cheeky Kylie isn’t done. She shows off her vanilla shortcake, scotting her taut little tail onto Cassava’s face for what might be karma for some opponents but what is likely a dream come true for the BMD.
Carpenter certainly seems transfixed by the sight of Ky on her throne. It takes him a split-second to realize his job and slap the mat for the…
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THRNOOO!
Onika gets her palms under Sanders’ ivory bum and launches Kylie to a standing position, the Pixie looking amazed and concerned with the strength used to send her there.
The FAWNatics erupt with ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ chant, the Corps and those unaffiliated transfixed by the battle between icon and superfan.
After a moment of contemplation, Sanders is back on her admirer, plucking both legs off the canvas with her back turned away from Cassava’s greasy face. The Pixie lifts both lower limbs high and starts to maneuver the writhing Cassava for her Chilled Crab Legs submission, a leftover from her infamous Vanilla Chill glory days.
Chilled Crab Legs ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY )
But before Onika can be flipped to the Inverted Boston Crab by Sanders, the Mauler shifts a leg loose from her idol’s grip, plants her foot between Ky’s buns and shoves her off. Kylie’s sent flying from the piston-like push, vaulting headlong into a face-first collision with a top buckle. Head snapping back from the impact, Sanders staggers away in a u-turn and Onika brings her down to the mat, the Pixie’s chin thumping against the canvas from a drop toe hold.
A rising Onika plants her left foot between Ky’s thighs then folds the stems around her posted leg. With the lower portion of the lock secured, Cassava throws herself to the deck several times, laying out and torturing Sanders knotted gams, tenderizing them and the Pixie’s spine for the Indian Deathlock. The Milk Chocolate Mauler next collects both of Kylie’s arms, completely immobilizing the moaning Ky in her submission hold.
Indian Deathlock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTIgMTVCKTw )
Cassava might ask a normal opponent to give, but with her beloved, Onika starts a “PLEASE DON’T TAP” chant. The crowd quickly picks it up, even as she continues to punish her PVP within the hold.
Carpenter holds no such desire to ensure Sanders survive. Al asks the Platinum Pixie if she wants to surrender to the Superfan. Ky shakes her head, biting her lower lip to halt her mewling.
“Are you sure?” Carpenter continues.
“YES…DAMN IT!”
Perhaps concerned by Kylie’s tone her foe’s throbbing legs, back, and arms might cause her to capitulate, Cassava releases her hold in stages, first letting Ky’s arms flop to the mat, then untying her legs from Sanders.
Onika pushes to her feet and wipes perspiration from her brow, wide smile firmly planted, Cassava taking in that she gets to swap sweat with her obsession.
With tingles abundant whether giving or receiving, Onika knows her cherished Pixie wouldn’t want anything but Cassava to give her best effort. The BMD pulls a faltering Sanders to a stooped stance and tugs Ky’s noggin between her thicc-ness. Wrapping her arms around Kylie’s gulping tummy, Onika flips the slender, alabaster OG up her frame until Kylie’s slung over her right shoulder, face pointed to the rafters.
Cassava forces Kylie’s arms into a crucifix position and walks the ring, showing off her prize to the cheering masses, the Corps enjoying the achievement of one of their own. With Ky’s squirming becoming more difficult to control, Cassava genuflects and DRIVES Kylie’s lower vertebrae into the plank of her upper leg.
Pumphandle Backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebkuBgtKlfc&t=76s&list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&index=18 )
Sanders rolls away, body arching in anguish from the blow. Onika grins guiltily, then shakes off a tingle traversing her spine at the sight of Ky under her control.
When Ky rolls to her chest and pushes to hands and knees, Onika turns from observer back to participant. She moves to a forward-facing, crouching straddle of Sanders, then THRUSTS her legendary rump into the already throbbing lower spine of the Pixie, flattening Ky to the canvas.
The Mauler, her planted ass overwhelming Ky’s tight cheeks, laces her fingers into a cup under Kylie’s chin and yanks back with her own version of a Clutch, testing the Pixie’s will and backbone once more.
“Don’t you want to just do this forever,” Cassava gushes.
The pained grunts from the FAWN original suggest otherwise.
The zebra watches closely, knowing from years of reffing Kylie’s matches the veteran’s reserves must be running low. And he’s right; Kylie’s nearing her limit and her thoughts are frantic with desperation and agony. Beyond just wanting to win the match, there’s just too much humiliation in losing to a woman who spent four figures on ring gear ripped off Kylie’s body by heels and makes hour-long videos about their history. Granted, Cassava sends her a cut of the videos’ revenue but she didn’t ask for that!
“You are an inspiration,” Onika praises as she relaxes the hold just to reef Sanders backward even harder. The elder Iowan’s fingers twitch and the toes of her boots beat against the mat. “Most of the women I know would’ve tapped by now.”
It’s certainly a tempting thought for the ex-world champion; Kylie’s too far from the ropes to force a break and Cassava’s too strong for her to power out. Wriggling free doesn’t seem like a viable option either; Cassava has the clutch locked in tight as a drum and it feels to Kylie like she’s loving it, going by the light shimmying of The BMD’s buns against her suffering own. Any other opponent and Kylie would take it as a slight.
Onika relaxes the hold and readies for a lurch that might give Sanders' spine a right angle.
She keeps talking to the Girl Scout like Onika isn't inflicting serious pain on her fantasy made flesh. "I hear Krystal Erway's in town next week. Want me to act as a go-between and make ourselves a stableeCK!"
Kylie's fingers find two of Onika's piggies, the one who had roast beef and the one who had none, and twists them by the knuckles.
The Superfan throws Kylie to the mat and jolts up. Oddly chirping "Sorry!" to her idol as Onika hobbles away, gingerly testing her weight on her foot before turning back to Sanders.
"Nice move! Didn't expect that."
Onika's all smiles as she peels Kylie off the mat to her knees, continually impressed by her opponent's tenacity. The Superfan is about to orate that further when Kylie goes from insensate puddle to woman of action!
The Platinum Pixie kicks off the mat to drive her shoulder into Cassava’s gut, hunching the lifelong Youtuber over and then scooping her up in a Fireman’s Carry. The famous FAWN arena becomes a storm of noise! Cassava might lose this match, but she can cross another thing off her bucket list when Kylie lays out on her side and splatters Cassava with a Pleasant Valley Driver!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=38NzoBne320
The mauled Mauler’s lungs expel all their air when she smacks against the ring floor, the glory of being on the receiving end of a PVD won’t occur to Cassava until much later that night. Kylie lunges over Cassava’s heaving body and grabs one of her legs and pulls it in deep with both hands, lifting her opponent’s ass slightly off the mat as Carpenter dives for the one-two-three!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRECASSAVA KICKS OUT!!!
With the absolute slimmest of margins Cassava bucks free of the pin and flops onto her front. Mouth agape and eyes full of shock, Kylie looks at Carpenter and holds up three fingers in confusion.
He shakes his head, “Just two, Sanders. She’s still in it.”
Kylie shakes her head in dismay but doesn’t but doesn’t argue the point further, knowing she has to keep piling on to keep the Superfan from resurging. The FAWNatics are equally awed by the kickout, most expecting the Corps lieutenant to go into a coma of pure happiness after taking a drive down Pleasant Valley.
“I… did not expect that,” Kylie huffed as she forces a jelly-legged and bobble-headed Cassava to stand, “You got the stuff to succeed in this company, but not against me.”
Kylie takes both of Cassava’s wrists, pulls them out and crosses them in front of the content creator. The Girl Scout dances a do-si-do to get back-to-back with Cassava, and bending forward. This lifts her fan onto her back, stretching out The Superfan and choking Cassava with her own overlaying arms. A very rare sighting of the seldom-used Pleasant Valley Necktie.
If the fans didn’t consider this a special match they do now. If Kylie’s digging this deep into her arsenal that means she wants the win badly! During a deep constriction, sweat drips down Kylie's forehead follows the bridge of her nose and pitter patters on the canvas. The Princess is putting 120% into making Cassava tap, no doubt the Superfan would be screaming to high heaven if not for the Straightjacket Choke turning her wails into worrying gurgles.
"Time to cut your loses, Cass!" Ky grunts as she eases up a bit, unable to keep that amount of pressure without collapsing. "I won't like it, but I WILL put you to sleep!"
The BMD can’t speak right now and Kylie can't see her face but the referee can; Cassava’s taken on a concerning hue as she’s strangled by her own body weight, but she uses the movement she can eek to shake her head ‘no’ to Al’s silent query. He sidles over to Kylie’s side of the submission and repeats Cassava’s motion, “not yet, Sanders. I think she was serious about never ending this match.”
Kylie lets out an exasperated exhale, “Alright, I’ll cameo on your next video to make up for this.”
The prepared Pixie doubles over ready to make her thiccest fan 5 inches taller, and Cassava kicks off Kylie’s thighs in the same moment. The highly trained Corps member rolls up Sanders’s back and lands on her feet in front of the bent-over veteran with her arms still crossed. Kylie looks up in surprise and meets Cassava’s eerily happy gaze as she coughs out, “That’d be awesome!”
Cassava whips around forcing them into another shoulders-to-shoulders grapple, but this time it’s Sanders’s arms against her own throat. Fortunately, the asphyxiation is temporary; after hupping the blonde up like a backpack. Cassava drops each half of the Straightjacket to build a Chinlock and plummets to her knees, banging the back of Sanders's head against Cassava's shoulder.
Pleasant Valley’s Peak
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LBp5w-ZdIc
A fuse burns out in Kylie's brain after the jarring jolt and her eyes roll to the back of her head as she wavers on her knees, then flops onto the canvas. Limp as a ragdoll. It seems the moral of this match is not to fight someone that knows your moves better than the alphabet. Onika spins on her butt and pushes her idol face up by the legs, then places the noodle-like vanilla sticks onto her shoulders. Onika crawls forward on her knees bundling Kylie into a tight ball of a pin. The moaning Platinum Pixie has her ankles by her ears and her eyes closed, this is a sight Cassava has wanted to see for herself her entire life…
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-
Kylie spasms a shoulder up! Window-rattling pop fills the air! The FAWNatics can't believe it, their Princess is still in the fight.
Carpenter thinks at this stage in the match even Cassava must be disheartened that she couldn't get that final slap on Kylie. He's wrong. The official confusedly takes in the scene of Cassava grinning like she watched a loved one achieve a great accomplishment. With fists on hips and a loving grin, she looks down at the matchbooked wreckage of the Iowan veteran.
"Amazing. Awe-inspiring. You give me new heights to strive for every day Miss Sanders."
Kylie listlessly turns her head to the side, groaning, "Uuuuuuugh…."
Even if she was more coherent Kylie wouldn't know what to do with Onika's constant affection. The Superfan palms the Pixie's buns of minor annoyance and pushes off them to stand, then drags Kylie to her feet in stages. With a limp wrist in hand, Onika takes a big step back and whips her crush into the nearest corner. Sanders turns in time to bwung against the buckles, but it’s a rough collision, her legs fly up after impact and Kylie has to throw her arms over the ropes to stay vertical. The harsh spinal adjustment has the side benefit of waking Sanders to full alertness with a ragged gasp. The weary vet blinks rapidly trying to get a sense of the ring so she can mount a comeback. The harsh arena lights and the hurricane of noise from the surrounding fans congeal to make everything in her vision high definition except for a blur of motion heading straight for her!
SMECK!
That blur is Cassava!
In a night filled with dark fantasies turned into reality another of The Superfan’s goals becomes achieved; she nearly turns Kylie into a pink mist with a high-speed Avalanche Splash that gives off the echoing slap of a tummy-on-tits collision. Kylie's vanilla mounds are flattened to pancakes under the Mauler's abdomen and a pitiful moan leaks from her lips, but it’s suffocated to silence under the uncompromising wave of Cassava’s warm, boosted bosom that surrounds Kylie’s face.
Cassava’s eyes shut tight and she bites her lower lip, struggling to ignore the new tingles that her idol’s whimpers bring when they’re accompanied by Kylie suckling her tender flesh. She balances on the middle strands and grips the top ropes tightly, cutting off any escape for Sanders.
”Forgive me, I can’t resist!”
Cassava rolls her shoulders to give her would-be mentor a jugg scrub The Superfan will cherish forever. The Corps betrays their glorious leader for five long Mississippis before Cassava steps down letting a bobble-headed Sanders take in a much-needed breath.
Had the former lightweight champ not been distracted by nuzzling rack, she might recognize the scent of FAWN’s official perfume for Huggable and Kissable, Kylie’s former tag team with Cosette LeBlanc.
“This is just the best,” Onika says happily as she takes Kylie’s limp wrist, “a year from now we’re gonna throw a party to celebrate the first match of many.” The BMD champion leads a shambling Sanders out of the buckles and lowers a shoulder to send her obsession to the far corner, she heaves Sanders forward-No! Kylie digs in her heels to halt the whip and yanks Cassava into a stomach-churning Kneelift.
Onika is doubled over thrusting her wonderfully big ass out to Al Carpenter. Ky bends down and circles her arms around her stylin’ stalker’s middle, clasping her hands in an S grip at Onika’s navel.
“Hrgh!” Kylie straightens with a grunt lifting the 125 pounds of Youtuber into the air and slamming her into the canvas with a Gutwrench Suplex. The arena comes alive and the Corps reassert their loyalty seeing their leader still swinging for all she’s worth! Kylie kept the Gutwrench applied after the followthrough and rolls over the shuddering Cassava back onto her feet. Rising out of the crouch into another Suplex that has the Platinum Pixie yelling with exertion “Hraggh!” Again, Cassava is driven back-first against the unforgiving canvas, and the ‘FAWN Finds’ host trembles in her opponent’s arms, in too much suffering to compliment Kylie’s show of strength.
The Girl Scout was never known as a power wrestler, so it makes it even more impressive to the fans to see Sanders float over and rise one more time with the Gutwrench still applied. Adrenaline courses through Sanders’ veins as she swings her cargo in a circle, showing off Cassava’s soon-to-be-spanked ass before whipping her overhead. With a roar of conviction coming from the depths of her soul, Kylie slams her upstart fan into the mat with the weight of her entire career behind her throw
“RRRAAAAA!!”
youtu.be/G2_WhdCr6mw?t=178
Cassava’s body hits the ring floor with more force than thought contained in Kylie’s body. She bounces hard off the sheathed plywood and her lips part in a pained sigh as she looks up at the bright houselights. Kylie snakes over and covers Cassava in a Cross Press, pulling in the far leg harder than when she beat Emily West for the World title.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-
Cassava kicks out!! Her majesty of merch violently twists onto her side, breathing heavily trying to jumpstart an adrenaline rush. Kylie’s chin ended up resting on The Superfan’s hip, mouth open and eyes mournful that Cassava refused to stay down. Too tired to look to Al to confirm what she already knew, Kylie laboriously rises to her feet and drags Cassava to her knees with two handfuls of her multicoloured hair. A weaker part of the former Vanilla Chill ponders Would she stay down if I just ask?...
Kylie pulls Cass into a snug headscissors and pulses her thighs till the pressure stirs Cassava to get off her knees; Kylie raises her arms up and spreads her fingers wide, causing bubbles of excited chittering that Sanders is about to perform a ‘Symphony’.
The Pleasant Valley Princess isn’t musically inclined, but she does beat a bass note by giving Cassava’s title-bearing cheeks a clapping double-palm spank! Kylie feels her follower shudder between her legs and hears a surprised coo. Ky treats herself to a single squeeze of the bared buns and shrugs in self-admission, “I get it.”
She circles her arms around Onika’s middle in yet another Gutwrench and in a corkscrewing heave lifts the heavier Lightweight for a Powerbomb. But The BMD strategically jumps off the mat with the lift-off, giving the unprepared Kylie extra thrust and upsetting her balance when Cassava’s face up on her shoulder.
There’s a second of worry where the two are teetering and FAWN was about to record an injury-causing botch, but Cassava wiggles her toes just enough to put the weight distribution in her favor and Kylie starts to fall backward. The Superfan lands on her feet while The Pixie bangs the back of her head on the ring floor.
Kylie's eyes shut in agony as fireworks go off in her brain, so she misses Onika spinning on a heel to straddle her head and lower to grab her wrists. The crowd OOOOHHHH’s in shock as they recognize the set-up for a finisher by the Corps leaders’ mutual enemy, could this be real?
Kylie’s shaking her head to will away the pain when she feels her arms being lifted off the mat, she opens her eyes and her vision is bracketed by the smooth pillars of light mahogany she recognizes Cassava’s legs leading up to a then patch of pink spandex covering the booty-battler’s crotch.
All the heat leaves Kylie’s body in an instant as countless memories of Lakeisha Bates and her confidence-crushing ass flood her mind. The former TV, Lightweight, Tag, and World champion reverts to her early jobber days and pleads a desperate “Wait!?”
But there’s no stopping Cassava now; with one harsh pull, she raises Kylie’s fearful face against her tender center. “HMMM!” Onika raises her chin and presses her lips tight as she hums in barely-restrained pleasure at the sensation of her obsession’s breath on her crotch. Instinctively, she tightens the headscissors to coconut-cracking pressure making Sanders whimper. The Superfan doesn’t delay long, just enough to raise the tension to its apex before she drops to her knees, hammering the back of Sanders’ head into the mat with ring-denting force and plunging the veteran’s elfin nose right up main street.
Rumpshaker, Cassava Onika to Kylie Sanders.
There’s a crashing wave of noise from the FAWNatics when they see Onika resorting to The Nubian Queen’s signature move, but they shouldn’t be surprised. Onika needed to master and innovate every move in the gluteal martial arts and using it against Kylie was too much to resist!
Her idol’s face completely obscured by The BMD’s badonkadonk, a blissful Cassava traps Kylie’s lifeless arms under her shins and places her hands on the Princess’ fluttering chest.
Cassava flicks Kylie’s nipples with her thumbs before giving the breasts she’s longed to touch for years a respectful grope.
“Whenever your ready, Al” she breathes out.
The official snaps out of the daze the surreal sight of Kylie getting a Rumpshaking from Cassava put him in and he drops for the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Kylie’s right heel weakly raises an inch off the ground on muscle memory, but the rest of her body is as still as stone.
THREE!!!!
DINGDINGDING!!!
The bell chimes in Cassava’s victory and her music blares through the speakers. The Corps get up from their seats and applaud The Superfan’s win and Kylie’s bravery, some are less than ecstatic about their beloved Pixie being buried in buns, but they trust Cassava not to take liberties. And she doesn’t….for the most part.
Cassava doesn’t go old ‘school’ but she doesn’t dismount either; the less-than-pure-intended fangirl bears down and slowly drrraaaaags her undercarriage up Kylie’s face till she slides off and sits on the mat. Filled to the brink with a wide range of emotions, Cassava leans down and whispers “Thank you so much.”
She pushes off her heroine’s chest to stand, hands Carpenter her wrist, and gets her hand raised to a cheer that warms her heart and almost brings tears to her eyes.
“This is the best night of life, not my life, all lives!”
She turns her head to see Kylie hasn’t come to yet but has stirred in her unconsciousness into a boneless sprawl.
Cassava doesn’t want to go as far as to posterize the Pixie with a foot on her belly, but she has to do something…
A lightbulb turns on in Cassava’s mind! She points Al to the timekeeper’s table.
“Could you get my title?” and scurries back to the pulverized platinum blonde.
She lowers to a wide-spread seat on her haunches with Kylie’s head near her crotch. The defeated Girl Scout groans in her slumber and turns her head to rest a cheek against the canvas. The referee hands Onika her title and she props up on one arm as she rocks a double bicep flex, looking, proud, powerful, and dominant over a vanquished opponent.
A storm of flashes erupts as photographers immortalize the moment Sanders decisively lost a match to the woman who collects her action figures. That reality dawns on Cassava and she turns her head to Carpenter nervously, “Do you think she’ll still give me her autograph?”