Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2023 14:33:27 GMT
We have an amalgamation of rare stipulations in the coming match-up; the Television title is on the line. The Buns of Mass Destruction is on the line. It’s a three-way dance for all the gold with two of the competing wrestlers in a relationship. It’s a damn powder keg!
The announcer rechecks his cards before projecting into his microphone to the packed arena, “Tonight’s bout is scheduled for two falls! It will be for the Television and the Buns of Mass Destruction titles with a time limit of 60 minutes! The rules are as follows…” As he reads the coming combat’s code of conduct the match stipulations appear on the FAWNtron for everyone to read.
The first match will be fought under standard American rules, and the winner of the first fall will become the Television Champion. The second match will be fought under BMD stipulations, and the winner will be the Buns of Mass Destruction Champion.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer spouts over the sound system, “! Entering first, from Houston, Texas… standing at five feet, one inch and one hundred twelve pounds….THE RED DEATH, EVA MAY!”
“GOING TO HELL” BY THE PRETTY RECKLESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qHt1us0L5M
EVA MAY:
The fans waste no time in booing the familiar low-level FAWN villain. Decked in her usual blood-red skin-tight Lycra top with horizontal slits along her sides leading towards her sternum, cut to resemble a ribcage and black Lycra bottoms are adorned with a print of a red pelvic girdle and femurs, Eva’s bare feet slap the entrance ramp as she stomps menacingly down the aisle. The dripping red skull painted on her face is menacing - and she carries the Television Championship around her shoulder that she stole.
FAWNatics jeer and throw garbage at her but she seems unphased by it, with Eva only flashing a hungry, toothy grin that seems like a throwback to her days as FAWN’s Panther. She climbs into the ring, turns in a perfect 360 and drinks in all the fan hate. These worthless little shits don’t deserve anything but to hate her, she tells herself. They’re not worthy of loving her.
The referee approaches Eva and clears his throat. “I’ve gotta pat you down,” he says.
Eva shoots him a steely glare, then returns to her corner and holds up her arms. “I’ve got nothing to hide,” she says with a smile. Something in the way she says it unsettles the official, but he begins his check of her while Eva’s music dies down.
Kickpunch by Adam Warrock
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
A pace quickening beats pours through the speakers as a short but curvy Black woman steps through the curtain, playfully dancing along with the nerd Hip Hop with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the BMD champion smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters. The entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. The callipygian content creator is dressed for battle in a white tank top that shows a hint of belly button, and a red bra that’s visible through the thin fabric keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounces to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of pink booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small), and just above those was the broad 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 rests on Onika’s shelf of 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).
CASSAVA ONIKA
Playing to the crowd at the top of the ramp, a grinning Cassava swings her hips into a turn that puts her back to the Red, White and Bruised audience. Presenting an ass that makes LaKeisha Bates self-conscious whether she admits it or not, she performs a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling crowd. Cassava dips low and makes her cheeks clap to a suddenly roaring audience before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
“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 has a tsunami of butterflies her in stomach she’s trying to ignore. Her BMD gold is on the line, and if she wins she takes Crystal’s TV strap which is her prized possession. That’s going to make things awkward around the apartment! Not to mention there’s the chance Eva walks away with all the belts, and that is a future Cassava WILL NOT allow. She skips up the steel steps and takes a spot on the apron, Cassava grips the top rope and treats the fans to one more sweet shimmy of her hips before stepping through the cables.
Eva calls out to the first champion to enter the contest, trying to worm her way into Cassava’s mind as the BMD Champ unclasps her belt and hands it to the official. “Happy to see you’ve polished my belt, thanks for taking care of it while I was busy!”
“You’ll be busy begging me to let you breathe after I’ve been sitting your face the whole night,” Cassava fires back, barely looking at Eva while she sets up in her corner. Nothing starts till Crystal comes in, so no point in getting worked up. Speaking of…
All of a sudden we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
5
4
3
2
1
It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience.
“Introducing on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 and 115 pounds, the Television Champion Crystal Hilton!!!”
Tonight her attire appears to be her traditional two-piece aqua-blue wrestling attire. She wears matching white and blue boots to go with the outfit.
Crystal Hilton:
She smirks as she slaps the hands of the roaring crowd and starts to pose for the photographers who snap photos of her. She smiles running her hands through her long hair as she speaks out loud.
“I love all of you… Don’t forget I am the best thing on television. Watch my movies, watch my television series, and catch me at a booth at your nearest comic convention. I am YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!”
She blows kisses as she continues her way to the ring. She slides her championship into the ring before she jumps onto the apron. She looks around before doing a jumping split to enter the ring. This gains a massive pop from the audience. She glances at Eva who has her stolen championship and rushes towards her but Cassava grabs her to calm her down making sure she waits until the bell rings.
“Sweetie you need to wait until the bell r….”
Crystal turns around and slaps Cassava as hard as she can against the face.
“Get your hands off of me… That bitch unrightfully stole something from me that doesn’t belong to her and I am gonna get it back…”
Hilton tries to march her way back over to Eva but is yanked back by her hair. Cassava shoves Crystal hard.
“What was that for?!”
Hilton moves a few steps as she keeps her eyes focused on the BMD Champion. Meanwhile, the striped-clad zebra takes the moment to raise the Television Championship high into the air as he signals for the bell. The two women just get into a heated staredown and it is at this moment that Eva runs towards the both of them and nails with a dropkick from behind that pushes her right into Onika. May takes this moment to gain the upper hand as she delivers stomp after stomp with her foot right on Hilton’s body. Hilton tries to crawl into a ball from all of the stomps but Eva doesn’t really care as she looks to keep dishing out more pain.
The Starlet tries her best to crawl towards the ropes but Eva yanks her back towards the center of the ring. It is there where she drops an elbow right into Crystal’s spine which causes her to yell out loud. May cracks a grin as she watches Cassava rise back up and she steps out of the way as she speaks at her, kicking Crystal in her direction.
“Here she is all yours. I bet you want to get your hands on her for telling you she is better than you or for all of those minor insults. Go ahead I will let you get your shots in…”
Cassava goes stone-faced and marches over to Eva, chesting up to her for an aggressive nose-to-nose staredown, “I don’t need your help or your shitty mind games. You’re the reason she’s out of control tonight and-”
Crystal sprints up behind Cassva and nails her in the back with a Running Dropkick, causing The BMD champ and her ex-girlfriend to clunk heads before they topple like bowling pins. Crystal shoves Cassva clear and drags Eva to her feet, nailing her in the jaw with a Forearm Shiver before forcing her to double over, “You’re going to pay for how you treated me!”
Crystal takes Eva in a Front Facelock and works her head under Eva’s arm, with a grip on The Red Death’s black Bottoms, Crystal lifts her most hated challenger off the matt and drops Eva’s shins on the top rope, riding the snap back into a swift Slingshot Suplex that shakes May’s skeleton. Hilton kips up and bounds over to the west set of ropes and pounces on the middle strand, using it to spring into a graceful Moonsualt that slaps her belly onto Eva’s with a loud Smeck! The challenger's legs shoot up with a groan and Hilton hooks the far leg around the knee before it can fall back. The champion pulls that stem in deep willing herself to set a record for fastest win in a threeway dance while the Ref counts ONE! TWO!....
Cassava nails Crystal in the back of the head with an Elbow Drop, breaking the pin. The actress lets out a pained, angry moan as she pushes off of Eva’s breast to stand, seeing Cassava’s waiting for her with hands on hips, “What are you do-?”
CRACK! The Superfan swivels Crystal’s cheek with a bitch slap that brings water to her eyes. The Afro-Latina whips her head back with a hand at her red cheek looking incredulous, Cassava points a finger at her nose, “You have a habit of disrespecting me and I’m sick of it. I’m not your understudy.”
“Ha!” The couple looks over to the source of the sardonic laughter and sees May risen and chock full of schadenfreude. She steps closer with a hand at her freshly busted belly, “Looks like you can't make anyone happy Hilton, kinda proves my-”
CRACK! Cassava slaps May so hard Reinquist’s eyebrows rise as she watches on a monitor backstage. May whirls away from the other two wrestlers under the force of the five-finger chastisement and uses both hands to nurse her blazing welt. Cassava cuffs her on the back of the head disrespectfully, “No one’s talking to you, bitch! You wouldn’t even be in this match if you hadn’t stolen the title, you’re just leaching off Crystal like you always have.”
Eva laughs as she stands there holding her face as she just shrugs it off. “Says the woman who is only here because she begged for a shot. You know you…”
Before she could even finish her statement Hilton decided to take things to the top rope. With both Eva and Cassava arguing with one another Hilton takes the moment to leap off of the top with a flying crossbody and she lands on top of both women. The starlet rolls off of both of them as she stands tall raising her hands into the air.
“There is a reason why I am the best thing on Television, not to mention the best LIGHTWEIGHT in all of this company. Eat your heart out Kat because after tonight I will be a double champion!”
Hilton watches both women struggling on the ring floor. She drags them so they are next to one another before she shifts her eyes to the nearby ropes. She sprints as fast as she can and as she reaches the turnbuckles she springs off of them backwards and lands a moon sault on top of both women. The crowd roars crazy with excitement as Hilton rises to her feet and poses for the camera.
Smell The Roses (Double)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOkp7HEhECA
She doesn’t bother with a pin as she instead just flicks her hair and takes in the attention from the paparazzi. Hilton takes her time in turning her attention back over to her opponents and that is when she sees Eva rising up to her feet. Hilton positions herself for her roundhouse kick when the Texan throws her hands up.
“Wait… Wait… Let’s think about this… She’s the biggest threat. Let’s take her out so we can settle our differences…”
Crystal thinks about it for a few moments before a smile escapes her lips. “Sure, but afterwards it’s you and I…”
Eva grins as the two of them yank Cassava off of the ground. They both tuck Onika underneath an arm before they drive her into the mat with a double DDT. The crowd begins to boo at the double team attempts but neither Eva nor Crystal care as they only have their mind locked on taking home the television championship. Both women stand up giving one another a hi five. Eva has other plans as she walks towards Cassava’s legs and spreads them open. Hilton smirks climbing to the top of the ropes and without hesitation she leaps off delivering a massive headbutt in between the BMD warrior’s crotch. Cassava lets out a howling scream as Hilton smirks loving what she is doing. Eva grins, clapping her hands together.
“I knew you had it in you, it’s not too late for us to reunite… We would make a good team…”
The actress stands up smirking as she places her hands on her hips. “I might consider it… Why don’t we finish her off…”
Eva smiles as she goes to lift Cassava up but Hilton grabs a hold of Eva as she jumps up driving her knees right into her spine with a backstabber. May pops up before falling face-first on the mat as she grabs at her back in pain.
“Sorry… But I am a solo act, there’s no room for a best supporting actress in my films…Not to mention you STOLE MY TITLE and I can’t trust you!”
The crowd begins to cheer again as Crystal lets the crowd get behind her.
“There can only be one and this is business… Sorry…”
Crystal laments to Cassava before she tries to take to the top of the turnbuckles again. She signals to the crowd before she leaps off looking for her 450 but when she soars through the air Onika is able to throw her knees up causing Crystal to land right against them. Hilton clutches at her stomach in pain as Onika manages to get the best of her. The Superfan gets up with a grimace and shakes her aching legs out, “I think you won’t respect me until I beat you in this ring, and I’m HAPPY to do that.” Cassava drags Crystal to her feet by the scruff and daggers her trapezius with a Mongolian Chop, Crystal groans and her arms drop from her middle as she feels a fast wave of numbness spread through them. Cassava laces her fingers on the back of Hilton’s neck in a Muay Thai clutch and pumps a knee into her (ex?)girlfriend’s sore abs then straightens her up with a knee to the forehead. The TV champion staggers backward into a corner, dazed by the flurry of offence; Cassava throws Hilton’s arms over the top rope and puts some red on the actress’s award-winning bust with a bevy of Knife-Edge Chops. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Cass halts her impression of a Bloodwind Massacre when she spots Eva getting to her feet with the aid of the ropes. Trusting her paramore is too rattled to leave the buckles, The Superfan sprints away on a beeline to the busybody heel that stole the TV title. Eva finally makes it upright after that organ-shifting Lung Blower and gets a naked foot travelling 75 miles an hour right to the face, Cassava’s first real attack on The Panther is a Yakuza Kick!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjZ9MYjmyw
Eva is painfully turned away by the kick and faces the sea of FAWNatics, only kept upright by her rubbery arm hanging over the top strand. Cassava yanks her off the ropes and sends the baddie to Crystal with an Irish Whip. Eva’s speeding towards the TV champ on shaky footsteps; she pivots at the last moment to avoid a face-to-face collision but instead of finding a former lover as a crashpad The Panther hits the buckles! Crystal slips away at the last moment and is bounding to Cassava with an outstretched arm ready for a Clothesline. The BMD ducks the limb as she throws an arm across Crystal’s chest and takes her by the hip. With a forceful but still cute roar, Cassava lifts her sister Lightweight off her feet and plants Crystal into the canvas with a Uranage.
youtu.be/U28pyOAMXcI?t=497
“You forget I have the strength advantage?” Cassava asks the moaning Hilton as she leads her up by the ears, “Did you forget all our training sessions when Eva came into the picture?” Cassava takes her by the wrist with both hands and sends the acrobat into a corner with an empathetic Irish Whip she throws her whole body into. Crystal’s practically flying to the corner, she turns away to avoid a sternum bruising but hits the buckles hard and falls on her ass. Crystal closes her eyes in pain and leans her head back against the middle pad breathing heavily. Onika scrambles off the canvas and readies a burst of movement for a bronco buster when a pair of strong arms circle her head in a Sleeper!
“Did you forget I was here, fat ass?” Eva chuckles as she increases the constriction on Onika’s neck, she hugs The Superfan’s plush middle with a firm Bodyscissors and ramps up the pressure of both holds. “After putting you to sleep I’m going to knock our bedmate unconsciousness so I can pin you both at the same time! And… heystopthat!”
After feeling for a weak spot in Eva’s noose and finding none, Cassava shambles as fast as she can to the farthest corner from where Hilton sits and whirls around squashing her unwanted passenger against the padded steel. The impact is certainly unpleasant but Eva’s grip remains strong, Cassava trudges forward seven steps then runs at top speed in reverse for a second squashing, Red Death’s grasp on her victim weakens for a moment but retightens before Cass can escape. “You’re… not getting rid of me, fat ass” Eva wheezes, showing more fortitude than in her last few matches, Cassava seems to have that positive effect on people, unfortunate that it’s always her opponents. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen but The BMD gets a crazy idea; turning to face the buckles Cassava begins to climb the ropes while her suffocating backpack tries to convince her to take another avenue, “Hey… fat ass stop this! We’ll both get hurt!”
Onika can’t speak with Eva’s arm crushing her throat, so when she’s impressively standing on the top ropes with a passenger on her back she raises a double bird into Eva’s vision to a sweet pop from the crowd and leaps back! The Panther is turned into roadkill; Eva is flattened between the had ring floor and Onika’s 125lbs from a drop of 10ft.
youtu.be/ELpEZV-aDlk?t=147
Both beautiful Black women lay atop each other gasping on the mat, Eva more heavily than Cassava, staring up at the ceiling exhausted from that energy-draining spot. Slightly recovered, Hilton scampers over to them and pulls Eva out of the pile and hooks both of her legs in a Backpress pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Eva kicks out and twists onto her side, still out of it but aware she’s in a fight. Crystal crawls over her, spitefully pressing a knee into her gut as she does, over to Cassava and sits on her chest facing the Kylie-Stan’s bare feet. She grabs Cassava’s legs and leans so far back the top of her head touches the canvas, holding Cass into a matchbook. Crystal’s whispering to herself as the ref counts “Stay down! Stay Down!”
ONE!
TWO!!
Cassava powers out of the matchbook into a seat, flipping Crystal off of her into a somersault. Crystal rolls onto her fours and slaps the mat in frustration “Dammit!” She shoots up and Drag Cassava to her feet by the straps of her top, “Stop making me hurt you!” Crystal takes her wrist and yanks Cassava with an Irish whip into the corner-no! Cassava keeps hold of Crystal’s arm and reverses the Whip, sending Hilton into the corner The Superfan just leapt from. The distance is too short to pivot; Crystal’s gurls get a crushing from the leather-wrapped steel and make her shudder in pain. Onika spins her around by the shoulder and sweeps her feet, dropping Hilton onto her ass and sending a stunning shiver up her tailbone.
“Be right back!” Cassava runs away from the seated Burning Rose to Eva May who’s just starting to get up. The Milk Chocolate Mauler grabs her by the back of the head and the waistband and rushes Eva to the far corner, bashing her pretty face against the top buckle. The heel cries out in pain and braces her arms against the ropes to push away, but Cassva overpowers The Panther and treats her to two more buckle bashings before spinning Eva to face her, “It’s Ms. Phat Ass to you.” A thudding Headbutt weakens Eva’s knees and she drops into a seat against the corner.
Cassava jogs to center ring and places her hands on her knees, flexing and clapping her glutes for the camera, “Time to feed them some Cake!?”
The windows of the arena shake with how loud a reaction Cassava’s query gets, The Superfan will take it as a yes. Cassava high knees it to Hilton and blasts her in the face with a Destroyer-class right glute on a Lightweight body, rebounding off her into a sprint across the Squared Circle to Eva who gets a brain-rattling blow from her left butt cheek. The BMD champ isn’t done! She springs off Eva’s slack face to streak across the ring, Crystal has the sense to raise her hands and wince before a wrecking ball of booty absorbs her face and bangs the back of her head against the middle buckle. Again Onika bursts from the corner leaving her mess of a partner behind to break track records as she runs back to Eva. Red Death looks like she sees the grim reaper approaching, bringing up a trembling hand and moaning “Noo!” only for Onika to back dat ass up with the force of an ICBM! The screws maintaining the ropes audibly strain under the ASSault Eva suffers. Both women are laid out in their respective corners.
The crowd roars as they chant BMD over and over as Cassava takes it all in and looks at the screaming crowd.
“That comes later but for now I need to win the Television Championship first!”
Eva is the first to stir and that is when Onika yanks the Red Death up to her feet by the hair and she throws her out of the ring. Cassava turns her attention over to Hilton who is out of it. She drags Crystal out of the corner and back up to her feet. “Sorry love, but time to introduce you to an Upside Down Cake.
Upside Down Cake
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j3J-wXRRjk
When she lifts the Starlet upwards Hilton showcases that she has more fight in her as she flips over Cassava and connects with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajBkGAPZOnU
The actress has the pin attempt firmly locked as the zebra makes the count.
One…
Two…
Thr….
At the last moment, Eva is able to enter the ring as she finds a way to break the pin. The crowd is all stunned as this match has brought some amazing wrestling. Hilton rises to her feet as she looks at the referee questioning it being a three count but he firmly tells her that Eva broke the attempt. Eva rises to her feet but as soon as she turns her attention over to Hilton the champion surprises her by delivering her Flashing Lights Roundhouse kick to her temple. Eva drops to the mat and is lying down next to Cassava.
Crystal decides to finish them both off as she motions to the top of the ropes. She climbs to the top and screams out loud.
“Rose Prism Power!!!!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iayou86sZZk
She leaps off going for her finishing 630 splash. Cassava is able to move out of the way at the last second but Eva doesn’t as she lands right on top of her for the pinfall.
One…
Two…
Cassava yanks her friend up to her feet as she scoops her off of her feet. The crowd roars with excitement as she twists and finally delivers her Upside Down Cake. As Onika drops to her knees Hilton’s lifeless body falls on top of Eva. Onika moves herself backwards doing a full face sit on Crystal’s face which results in a double pin. Both Eva and Crystal’s shoulders are planted firmly against the floor not to mention Crystal’s face isn’t even visible as it is engulfed by Cassava’s best ASSet. The audience stands on their feet as they all count in unison.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING DING DING!
Cassava stands up as the referee raises her hand as she begins to celebrate.
“The winner of the first fall and your New FAWN TELEVISION CHAMPION, Cassava Onika!!!”
The zebra checks on both of the crushed women as Onika waits in the corner raising her hands in the air as she takes it all in. Her eyes move to that of Crystal who receives attention from the referee, and her mood changes to that of sorrow.
“Sorry it had to come to that…”
The referee takes his time in assisting both Eva and Crystal making sure they are both ready for the next match which will be decided under BMD rules. The announcer reads them off to the audience as they scroll down the FAWNtron and fill the screen for those watching at home or online.
-You can only win via pinfall and pinfalls must come via Facesit
-Referee counts are to 10 in corners and ropes
-You can not win the match by submission unless it’s via Facesit
- If your opponent taps to a non-Facesit, you then can only be pinned with 5-Count
In the scant seconds before the bell, each wrestler takes stock of themselves and the coming battle. Cassava glances over to the table where the glittering belts lay, the TV title is now in her hands like it was once in Kylie Sander’s. Right now she’s a double champion, the BMD strap’s unofficial status be damned. But as much as Cassva treasures her new gold, she has to keep her most prized possession the Buns of Mass Destruction title safe, or she’s leaving tonight with a piece of herself missing.
Eva’s right pissed. All that trouble of ambushing these bottled blondes and stealing the title and now it’s around the waist of Crystal’s rebound. She still has a chance for victory though; taking the buns belt off of Cassava would be a great way to end the night. Not only would it be acknowledged that Eva May’s ass is to be worshipped above all others in FAWN, she’ll leave with gold and show everyone that Crystal was an anchor holding her back.
Crystal’s mind is tatters but she’s willing the darkness down and staying focused. Her reign with the TV title resurrected her career and got the respect she craved, and it was taken by the woman who helped her become a contender in the first place. Crystal’s win over Onika at Summer Swelter 2022 was no fluke, but The Superfan is always a force to be reckoned with and this is her signature style. No matter. The Burning Rose will burn bright and persevere! She may not have the championship she entered with, but Crystal Hilton will leave a champion nonetheless!
DING! DING! DING!
At the bell’s chime, the combatants warily leave their corners. As the winner of the last all and now sole champion in the ring, Cassava’s got some swagger in those dangerous hips of hers. The Vice-Commander of the Kylie Corps gives her glutes a saucy double slap and squeeze, “You girls want to lay down now and spare yourselves the trouble? I’m no Rainmaker, I don’t get off on humiliating others.”
Crystal shrugs it off as she glares daggers at Cassava. “I refuse to be humiliated, this will be my night when I take away what’s most important to you!” Eva smiles in return as she glances over at Crystal.
“She humiliated me too, why don’t we team up to take her out…” The Starlet thinks about it as a smirk escapes her lips. “Sounds good and then we settle our differences…”
Crystal walks forward making her way towards Cassava when she quickly turns around and nails May in the face with a super kick that brings her down to the ground. The Texan is out cold spread eagled on the mat as Hilton runs her hands through her hair. “If I told you once, I told you twice… Crystal Hilton is a solo act, nobody stands in my spotlight!”
Hilton slowly turns her attention over to Cassava as a wicked grin escapes her lips. “Now what was this about humiliation?!”
“That you’re gonna lap it up if you don’t start taking this seriously!” Cassava stomps forward giving the intention she’s going to chest up with The Burning Rose when her gait changes, and Cassava whips her right leg in a bicycle kick that speeds toward Crystal’s face. The now former Television champ ducks under the foot, somersaults behind Cassava and pops to her feet pivoting with a swift roundhouse; Cassava turns and gets a boot heel to the navel that doubles her over with a groan. Crystal turns tail and dashes into the ropes and running back to her bent-over beloved at a higher speed. Hilton jumps into the air, whipping up a leg that’ll come down on Cassava’s neck like a knife- and misses!
The Superfan dodges behind Crystal as she’s descending avoiding a knock-out blow. Crystal whirls about and gets her body slapped against Cassava’s in a tight Bearhug that has her breasts competing for space against The BMD’s much larger pair. The Milk Chocolate Mauler grinds hard on her partner and growls into her wincing face, “I think you need to take a breather.” And throws the actress overhead with a Smith-worthy Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex; Crystal finds her flung over the ropes and out of the ring! She spirals to a crash landing on the padded pavement of the arena, her face screws up in pain as she writhes onto her hip and shoulder. Crystal likes to make the highlight reel but not like this!
youtu.be/UKdpr_4O0QA?t=430
Hilton lands on the floor on the outside leaving Eva and Cassava as the only two in the ring. May struggles to get to her feet as she tries to size up the double champion. Eva quickly sneaks up behind her, dropping down to her knees from behind. She makes a claw with her hands and uses it to grab hold of Cassava’s crotch. She squeezes as tightly as she can.
“Give it up Cass! I can do this all day!!!”
Eva holds on like a vice grip trying her best to wear down her opponent so she can contemplate her next form of action. Cassava lets out a howling scream as Eva keeps on yelling.
“Come on and quit or I can give you FIVE reasons why I am going to take your championship in this match!”
The Superfan on shaking legs tries to pull the invading hand away from her womanhood but can’t get the right angle; Eva flexes her digits making the dyed blonde shriek and shudder and pull at her hair to distract her from the pain. On one knee and cheek to cheek with Onika’s bodacious booty, Eva May tries to work Cassava like a puppet on Sesame Street.
“Come on, GIVE!” May twists her fingers making Cassva emit a sharp yelp, “Don’t think I won’t turn you into an acorddian if it’ll get me the title! I’ll Ugh! UUGH!”
Onika’s resorts to dropping the point of her elbow onto Eva’s dome, the clawing weakens a tad, but The Panther still has a hellacious grip. The pain brings clarity to the champ and an escape plan forms; Cassava lowers to a crouch and reaches between her legs to take that Panther's paw by the wrist. Tensing as much power in her stems as she can, Cassava shoots into the air like a rocket dragging Eva to her full height! Arcing her spine, Cass keeps Eva’s wrist as she falls back dragging the challenger to the mat with her and pulling the arm through her legs to her chest in a Cross Arm Breaker!
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Eva screams as she wasn’t expecting this counter. She lets out a piercing howl that reaches all the way up to the cheap seats. “ ERRR GET OFF OF ME YOU BYTCH!!!!”
Eva continues to scream and she isn’t in the mood to deal with a broken arm either. To save herself from further injury she begins to tap out furiously on the mat. The referee notices this and immediately calls for Cassava to let go. However, what neither of them realize is that Hilton has made her way to the top rope. She leaps off as she looks to land a frog splash on both women at the same time. By BMD rules, Crystal now will have to pin Cassava for a count of 5 thanks to that Tap Out. Luckily she has more than one opponent to pick from; she pushes off the detritus of women to stand up and shoves Cassava onto her front. Crystal takes her phat-assed paramore by the top and waistband and escorts her out of the ring through the gap between the second and bottom ropes. “This is my time… my resurgence…” Crystal huffs as she leans against the ropes looking down at limp Cassava, the strain of working two matches in a row against two opponents beginning to show. She looks over to see Eva struggling to stand and cradling her sore arm, Crystal gets into the spirit of things and springs off the ropes to bowl her Ex over with a Running Hip Attack. Hilton’s award-winning glutes pancake Eva May’s chest and lay her flat.
“I bet you miss this,” Crystal quickly lowers into a reverse facesit and palms Eva’s breasts, groping them in time with the referee’s count.
ONE!
TWO!!
T-Eva shoves free! Eva May palms Hilton’s glutes and shoves her foreigner lover off her nose. Crystal shoots her arms out to save her face and ends up on all fours straddling her foe, she looks over her shoulder angrily to her gasping tormentor, “Can you do you ONE positive thing for me?” The actress dismounts and drags May up by the bad arm and twists it with an Arm Wringer. May cries out and slaps at her shoulder to dull the ache, but Crystal’s not done, she spins on a heel whipping the arm in a big circle, jerking hard on the downswing to slam Eva on her face and shoulder against the canvas.
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“Onika taught me that! That’s what a NICE girlfriend does!” Crystal is multitasking tonight; working out her baggage and winning a title. She drags Eva to stand by the scruff of her neck and takes her by the wrist of her sore arm, clearly Crystal’s main plan of attack for the time being. She Irish Whips the Texan into a nearby corner, Eva turns in time but she takes the impact hard on her back and has to throw her arms over the ropes to stay standing. “It’s time for this ass to carry the gold!” Hilton calls out to the crowd as she gives her a slap, hyping the FAWNatics to a cheer before she takes off into a sprint. Crystal leaps and spins in the air for another running Hip Attack- Eva slips to the side! Crystal rump rams into the middle turnbuckle, the actress wails and waddles forward with her hands cradling her coccyx when Eva grabs by the back of the head and runs a few steps before leaping forward with her legs sticking out. Eva lands comfortably on her rear while Hilton eats a chunk of Canvas with a Running Bulldog.
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Hilton goes down and Eva takes a moment to stand up as she sits up taking a moment to catch her breath. She looks across the ring looking down at Hilton struggling to make it to her feet. Eva however is at a vertical stance and she presses her foot right down against the Starlet’s back keeping Crystal down in the ground. “Oh no you don’t! You have been running your mouth all match and it’s time to make you pay for it!”
Eva lifts her foot up as she drives it against Hilton’s back over and over again. With every stomp the actress lets out even more screams. Eva has her foot planted firmly against the lower back of her foe. She looks down talking trash. “You need to be firmly on the ground like the dog that you are…”
“Go f*ck off…” Is all Hilton can scream back before Eva grabs a handful of Crystal’s hair and yanks her up to her feet. She proceeds to knee the Detroit native forcing the former TV champion to double over. Eva grabs a firm hold of Hilton’s head and tucks it underneath an arm. Without hesitation she drops back and KOS the Afro-Latina with a spiking ddt driving Crystal head first against the mat. Hilton is out like a light as Eva contemplates her next move.
“I could finish you right here and that would be VERY satisfying but I'd rather go for the foreplay before I jump right in…”
Eva runs her underneath Crystal’s togs as she locks on her Panther’s Claw right on Hilton’s crotch. She digs area at the most sacred area of the star. “It’s okay… Scream… It’s like a blast from the past…”
Hilton is brought back to consciousness by the vicious claw. She tries her best to crawl away but the claw is painful. It’s unbearable and she let’s tears flow from her eyes as she cries out.
“I GIVE… I GIVE…. MAKE IT STOP… GET HER OFF OF ME!!!!”
The ref motions to the timekeeper noting Eva now has the 5-Count stip as well, leaving Crystal the easiest one to pin with the standard 3. Eva mercifully frees her prey from the Claw not wanting to risk a title over a disqualification. “You should be used to losing to me by now,” Eva gathers Crystal’s locks into a ponytail and uses it as a leash to drag her off the deck, “You should be used to losing period, It’s why I left your loser ass.”
Eva pulls Hilton by her golden follicles to a side of the ring and presses her eyes against the top cable, draaaaaaging the screaming actress’s peepers across the whole length of rubber till they’re near a corner. Red Death yanks on Hilton’s mane till the wilting rose is staring into the houselights with her burning eyes, “Count ‘em down, plebs!” Despite the insult, most of the Floridian audience can’t break tradition and keep track of how many times Eva bangs Crystal’s face against the top buckle.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
Crystal gone from flailing to weakly resisting, to ragdoll. At ‘Ten’ Eva leans Crystal way back and leans in with puckered lips… but backs before the kiss is complete and CRACKS her across the face with a bytch slap and throws her to the mat. “Move on with your life!”
Eva skips over Crystal’s body and speeds across the Squared Circle with long strides, she turns and hits the ropes with her back- Cassava grabs her ankles and trips The Panther, Eva falls nose-first on the mat. The ASSassain pulls the interloper out of the ring and buggywhips Eva down the length of the apron into a set of steel steps. She hits them with a clang!and ends up in a seat against the disturbed steps, Eva scrunches her face and bites down a scream as she grabs her bad arm. She should have used her other shoulder to take the hit but she couldn’t turn in ti-CLANG! Cassava uses what her momma gave her and batters May with her behind, running after the pitiful Panther and crushing her head between the side of steel steps and the Buns of Destruction.
BUNS OF STEEL
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Eva slumps down against the steps out cold and she appears that she is out of commission. Cassava turns her attention to the inside of the ring where they cheer the Iowa native on. Onika slides into the room as she has her eyes on her closest friend. “Sorry it had to come to this…”
However what Cassava didn’t expect is that Hilton has heart and determination like none other. With everything left in her she kips up to her feet which gains a pop from the crowd. Crystal holds her head in pain as she locks eyes with Cassava. The crowd are all on their feet as they cheer on both warriors. Hilton looks across the ring as she extends a hand out.
“You want to retain your BMD title, I have no qualms with that but you will have to put me down to do it…”
Cassava shakes Crystal’s hand as she looks back into her eyes.
“I will do what I must, best of luck to you…”
With that the two of them back away from one another before they slowly begin to circle each other. Hilton tries to come out with her high-speed offense. She sends martial arts kicks in the direction of Cassava. Onika is able to catch one of them, and Cassava uses her own leg to sweep Crystal’s standing leg forcing the lighter woman to fall down to the mat. Onika showcases her own special type of offence as she leaps up into the air and uses her BMD to crush the chest of Hilton.
The Hispanic screeches as she is flattened. “Just give it up Crys… You took enough abuse, just stay down…”
Through gritted teeth and determination Hilton utters out a response.
“...Never…. Must never stay down, always fight… I worked too hard for this…Quitting is a shortcut to LOSING and I AM NOT A LOSER!”
Hilton tries to stand up but Cassava stands up before dropping her BMD on Crystal’s chest again, and again, and again. It’s similar to what Eva did to Crystal on top of the turnbuckles but this time it’s Cassava ASSet meeting Crystal’s chest. The crowd chants with each drop.
ONE…TWO…THREE….FOUR….FIVE….SIX…
Hilton is barely responsive at this point as her attempts at resistance become weaker and weaker, she is barely conscious as she isn’t even defending herself at this point. The crowd cheers loudly as they will the new TV champion on.
FINISH HER!!!
The Superfan knows she’ll need an exclamation point to keep Crystal down, and there’s no better way to do that than with some high-flying. Cassava becomes a blur as she moves to the closest corner and nimbly runs up cables to stand on the top ropes. C carefully balancing as she turns to face the ring, Cassava takes in her pain-racked friend lying on the mat for the briefest moment before steeling herself and springing into the air. Reaching the highest altitude the Lightweights can reach, Cassava performs a perfect split and aims that calamitous Cake at Crystal. The BMD drops the boom on the actress’s chest and hits harder than the meteor that killed the dinosaurs.
BOMBS AWAY
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All of Hilton’s limbs jerk into the air and flop lifelessly on the mat. Cassava scoots forward into a front Facesit and closes her thicc thighs to obscure Hilton’s face from view. Partly out of mercy, but also to commemorate another defence of her title and cement herself as a double champion.
“Sorry, Cyrs…”
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DINGDINGDING!!
“Your winner… and still Buns of Mass Destruction champion… and Television champion, CASSAVA ONIKA!”
An illuminating grin breaks out on Cassava’s face, the rush of victory fills her large chest as the official takes her hand and helps the victrix to her feet and off of Crystal’s face. The exuberant Superfan is handed the BMD and TV straps, she clasps the former around her waist and turns away to shake dat gold supporting ass to whistles and catcalls and lifts the TV title high in the air, both championships glow in the shining lights of the arena; Cassava looks over her shoulder with a grin to the camera, “I told ya’ll day one I’m taking this place over!” In the background of these celebrations, Crystal Hilton lays on the mat barely stirring. Forced to submit in front of thousands by her mean Ex who dumped her in front of a live crowd. pinned twice in a row by her significant other and her title taken, poor Crystal is the definition of defeat.
But there was another challenger in these back-to-back battles. Eva May crawls into the ring, sore, groggy, livid as hell and needing to take it out on someone. The sight of Onika living it up is so rage-inducing that it gives Eva a third wind. Roaring like the panther she emulates Eva punches the mat and pushes off her fist to stand, She stares daggers at the vulnerable Hilton, “This is all your fault, you loser bitch!” She stomps over and raises a boot, ready to bring it down over and over and over and over till the actress is a puddle of mush when Onika grabs Eva by the shoulder and spins her around.
The Lieutenant-General of the Kylie Corps goes nose to nose with Eva, “I’m the one who beat you. Twice. I’m the booty queen of TV and you’re just not strong enough to beat me. It’s not Crystal’s fault I’m amazing and you’re a perpetual runner-up.”
Eva chests up to Cassava backing her up a step, she’s practically spitting with anger, “That’s BS! I wasn’t pinned once during this debacle, I deserve a real shot at the title, with no wannabe starlets to interfere!”
Cassava has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming out that Eva was the one who stole the TV title to horn in on her title shot. She sticks out her hand, “Alright, let's make a deal. You leave right now without touching Crystal or making a fuss, and I guarantee you a shot at the TV title. You beat me for that, you’ll get a BMD title shot at the next PPV.“
May stares hard at the champion² with her fists tightened for a long moment… and takes Cassava’s hand and squeezes it too tightly, “Deal. Keep that gold warm for me 'cause I’m taking it soon.”
Cassava doesn’t bat an eye and breaks the handshake, hefting the TV title onto a shoulder as she points to the ramp, “Good luck with that, now get moving. This is my moment.” Eva sneers and waves away the Superfan- No. SuperCHAMP as she exits the ring, not giving Crystal a glance as she walks past. Cassava rolls her eyes and then turns to face the hardcam with a bright smile, her mood vastly improved without Eva hanging around. She slaps her new championship on its faceplate. “Get ready, cause TV’s about to get a lot more colourful!”
The announcer rechecks his cards before projecting into his microphone to the packed arena, “Tonight’s bout is scheduled for two falls! It will be for the Television and the Buns of Mass Destruction titles with a time limit of 60 minutes! The rules are as follows…” As he reads the coming combat’s code of conduct the match stipulations appear on the FAWNtron for everyone to read.
The first match will be fought under standard American rules, and the winner of the first fall will become the Television Champion. The second match will be fought under BMD stipulations, and the winner will be the Buns of Mass Destruction Champion.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer spouts over the sound system, “! Entering first, from Houston, Texas… standing at five feet, one inch and one hundred twelve pounds….THE RED DEATH, EVA MAY!”
“GOING TO HELL” BY THE PRETTY RECKLESS:
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EVA MAY:
The fans waste no time in booing the familiar low-level FAWN villain. Decked in her usual blood-red skin-tight Lycra top with horizontal slits along her sides leading towards her sternum, cut to resemble a ribcage and black Lycra bottoms are adorned with a print of a red pelvic girdle and femurs, Eva’s bare feet slap the entrance ramp as she stomps menacingly down the aisle. The dripping red skull painted on her face is menacing - and she carries the Television Championship around her shoulder that she stole.
FAWNatics jeer and throw garbage at her but she seems unphased by it, with Eva only flashing a hungry, toothy grin that seems like a throwback to her days as FAWN’s Panther. She climbs into the ring, turns in a perfect 360 and drinks in all the fan hate. These worthless little shits don’t deserve anything but to hate her, she tells herself. They’re not worthy of loving her.
The referee approaches Eva and clears his throat. “I’ve gotta pat you down,” he says.
Eva shoots him a steely glare, then returns to her corner and holds up her arms. “I’ve got nothing to hide,” she says with a smile. Something in the way she says it unsettles the official, but he begins his check of her while Eva’s music dies down.
Kickpunch by Adam Warrock
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A pace quickening beats pours through the speakers as a short but curvy Black woman steps through the curtain, playfully dancing along with the nerd Hip Hop with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the BMD champion smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters. The entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. The callipygian content creator is dressed for battle in a white tank top that shows a hint of belly button, and a red bra that’s visible through the thin fabric keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounces to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of pink booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small), and just above those was the broad 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 rests on Onika’s shelf of 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).
CASSAVA ONIKA
Playing to the crowd at the top of the ramp, a grinning Cassava swings her hips into a turn that puts her back to the Red, White and Bruised audience. Presenting an ass that makes LaKeisha Bates self-conscious whether she admits it or not, she performs a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling crowd. Cassava dips low and makes her cheeks clap to a suddenly roaring audience before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
“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 has a tsunami of butterflies her in stomach she’s trying to ignore. Her BMD gold is on the line, and if she wins she takes Crystal’s TV strap which is her prized possession. That’s going to make things awkward around the apartment! Not to mention there’s the chance Eva walks away with all the belts, and that is a future Cassava WILL NOT allow. She skips up the steel steps and takes a spot on the apron, Cassava grips the top rope and treats the fans to one more sweet shimmy of her hips before stepping through the cables.
Eva calls out to the first champion to enter the contest, trying to worm her way into Cassava’s mind as the BMD Champ unclasps her belt and hands it to the official. “Happy to see you’ve polished my belt, thanks for taking care of it while I was busy!”
“You’ll be busy begging me to let you breathe after I’ve been sitting your face the whole night,” Cassava fires back, barely looking at Eva while she sets up in her corner. Nothing starts till Crystal comes in, so no point in getting worked up. Speaking of…
All of a sudden we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
5
4
3
2
1
It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience.
“Introducing on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 and 115 pounds, the Television Champion Crystal Hilton!!!”
Tonight her attire appears to be her traditional two-piece aqua-blue wrestling attire. She wears matching white and blue boots to go with the outfit.
Crystal Hilton:
She smirks as she slaps the hands of the roaring crowd and starts to pose for the photographers who snap photos of her. She smiles running her hands through her long hair as she speaks out loud.
“I love all of you… Don’t forget I am the best thing on television. Watch my movies, watch my television series, and catch me at a booth at your nearest comic convention. I am YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!”
She blows kisses as she continues her way to the ring. She slides her championship into the ring before she jumps onto the apron. She looks around before doing a jumping split to enter the ring. This gains a massive pop from the audience. She glances at Eva who has her stolen championship and rushes towards her but Cassava grabs her to calm her down making sure she waits until the bell rings.
“Sweetie you need to wait until the bell r….”
Crystal turns around and slaps Cassava as hard as she can against the face.
“Get your hands off of me… That bitch unrightfully stole something from me that doesn’t belong to her and I am gonna get it back…”
Hilton tries to march her way back over to Eva but is yanked back by her hair. Cassava shoves Crystal hard.
“What was that for?!”
Hilton moves a few steps as she keeps her eyes focused on the BMD Champion. Meanwhile, the striped-clad zebra takes the moment to raise the Television Championship high into the air as he signals for the bell. The two women just get into a heated staredown and it is at this moment that Eva runs towards the both of them and nails with a dropkick from behind that pushes her right into Onika. May takes this moment to gain the upper hand as she delivers stomp after stomp with her foot right on Hilton’s body. Hilton tries to crawl into a ball from all of the stomps but Eva doesn’t really care as she looks to keep dishing out more pain.
The Starlet tries her best to crawl towards the ropes but Eva yanks her back towards the center of the ring. It is there where she drops an elbow right into Crystal’s spine which causes her to yell out loud. May cracks a grin as she watches Cassava rise back up and she steps out of the way as she speaks at her, kicking Crystal in her direction.
“Here she is all yours. I bet you want to get your hands on her for telling you she is better than you or for all of those minor insults. Go ahead I will let you get your shots in…”
Cassava goes stone-faced and marches over to Eva, chesting up to her for an aggressive nose-to-nose staredown, “I don’t need your help or your shitty mind games. You’re the reason she’s out of control tonight and-”
Crystal sprints up behind Cassva and nails her in the back with a Running Dropkick, causing The BMD champ and her ex-girlfriend to clunk heads before they topple like bowling pins. Crystal shoves Cassva clear and drags Eva to her feet, nailing her in the jaw with a Forearm Shiver before forcing her to double over, “You’re going to pay for how you treated me!”
Crystal takes Eva in a Front Facelock and works her head under Eva’s arm, with a grip on The Red Death’s black Bottoms, Crystal lifts her most hated challenger off the matt and drops Eva’s shins on the top rope, riding the snap back into a swift Slingshot Suplex that shakes May’s skeleton. Hilton kips up and bounds over to the west set of ropes and pounces on the middle strand, using it to spring into a graceful Moonsualt that slaps her belly onto Eva’s with a loud Smeck! The challenger's legs shoot up with a groan and Hilton hooks the far leg around the knee before it can fall back. The champion pulls that stem in deep willing herself to set a record for fastest win in a threeway dance while the Ref counts ONE! TWO!....
Cassava nails Crystal in the back of the head with an Elbow Drop, breaking the pin. The actress lets out a pained, angry moan as she pushes off of Eva’s breast to stand, seeing Cassava’s waiting for her with hands on hips, “What are you do-?”
CRACK! The Superfan swivels Crystal’s cheek with a bitch slap that brings water to her eyes. The Afro-Latina whips her head back with a hand at her red cheek looking incredulous, Cassava points a finger at her nose, “You have a habit of disrespecting me and I’m sick of it. I’m not your understudy.”
“Ha!” The couple looks over to the source of the sardonic laughter and sees May risen and chock full of schadenfreude. She steps closer with a hand at her freshly busted belly, “Looks like you can't make anyone happy Hilton, kinda proves my-”
CRACK! Cassava slaps May so hard Reinquist’s eyebrows rise as she watches on a monitor backstage. May whirls away from the other two wrestlers under the force of the five-finger chastisement and uses both hands to nurse her blazing welt. Cassava cuffs her on the back of the head disrespectfully, “No one’s talking to you, bitch! You wouldn’t even be in this match if you hadn’t stolen the title, you’re just leaching off Crystal like you always have.”
Eva laughs as she stands there holding her face as she just shrugs it off. “Says the woman who is only here because she begged for a shot. You know you…”
Before she could even finish her statement Hilton decided to take things to the top rope. With both Eva and Cassava arguing with one another Hilton takes the moment to leap off of the top with a flying crossbody and she lands on top of both women. The starlet rolls off of both of them as she stands tall raising her hands into the air.
“There is a reason why I am the best thing on Television, not to mention the best LIGHTWEIGHT in all of this company. Eat your heart out Kat because after tonight I will be a double champion!”
Hilton watches both women struggling on the ring floor. She drags them so they are next to one another before she shifts her eyes to the nearby ropes. She sprints as fast as she can and as she reaches the turnbuckles she springs off of them backwards and lands a moon sault on top of both women. The crowd roars crazy with excitement as Hilton rises to her feet and poses for the camera.
Smell The Roses (Double)
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She doesn’t bother with a pin as she instead just flicks her hair and takes in the attention from the paparazzi. Hilton takes her time in turning her attention back over to her opponents and that is when she sees Eva rising up to her feet. Hilton positions herself for her roundhouse kick when the Texan throws her hands up.
“Wait… Wait… Let’s think about this… She’s the biggest threat. Let’s take her out so we can settle our differences…”
Crystal thinks about it for a few moments before a smile escapes her lips. “Sure, but afterwards it’s you and I…”
Eva grins as the two of them yank Cassava off of the ground. They both tuck Onika underneath an arm before they drive her into the mat with a double DDT. The crowd begins to boo at the double team attempts but neither Eva nor Crystal care as they only have their mind locked on taking home the television championship. Both women stand up giving one another a hi five. Eva has other plans as she walks towards Cassava’s legs and spreads them open. Hilton smirks climbing to the top of the ropes and without hesitation she leaps off delivering a massive headbutt in between the BMD warrior’s crotch. Cassava lets out a howling scream as Hilton smirks loving what she is doing. Eva grins, clapping her hands together.
“I knew you had it in you, it’s not too late for us to reunite… We would make a good team…”
The actress stands up smirking as she places her hands on her hips. “I might consider it… Why don’t we finish her off…”
Eva smiles as she goes to lift Cassava up but Hilton grabs a hold of Eva as she jumps up driving her knees right into her spine with a backstabber. May pops up before falling face-first on the mat as she grabs at her back in pain.
“Sorry… But I am a solo act, there’s no room for a best supporting actress in my films…Not to mention you STOLE MY TITLE and I can’t trust you!”
The crowd begins to cheer again as Crystal lets the crowd get behind her.
“There can only be one and this is business… Sorry…”
Crystal laments to Cassava before she tries to take to the top of the turnbuckles again. She signals to the crowd before she leaps off looking for her 450 but when she soars through the air Onika is able to throw her knees up causing Crystal to land right against them. Hilton clutches at her stomach in pain as Onika manages to get the best of her. The Superfan gets up with a grimace and shakes her aching legs out, “I think you won’t respect me until I beat you in this ring, and I’m HAPPY to do that.” Cassava drags Crystal to her feet by the scruff and daggers her trapezius with a Mongolian Chop, Crystal groans and her arms drop from her middle as she feels a fast wave of numbness spread through them. Cassava laces her fingers on the back of Hilton’s neck in a Muay Thai clutch and pumps a knee into her (ex?)girlfriend’s sore abs then straightens her up with a knee to the forehead. The TV champion staggers backward into a corner, dazed by the flurry of offence; Cassava throws Hilton’s arms over the top rope and puts some red on the actress’s award-winning bust with a bevy of Knife-Edge Chops. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Cass halts her impression of a Bloodwind Massacre when she spots Eva getting to her feet with the aid of the ropes. Trusting her paramore is too rattled to leave the buckles, The Superfan sprints away on a beeline to the busybody heel that stole the TV title. Eva finally makes it upright after that organ-shifting Lung Blower and gets a naked foot travelling 75 miles an hour right to the face, Cassava’s first real attack on The Panther is a Yakuza Kick!
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Eva is painfully turned away by the kick and faces the sea of FAWNatics, only kept upright by her rubbery arm hanging over the top strand. Cassava yanks her off the ropes and sends the baddie to Crystal with an Irish Whip. Eva’s speeding towards the TV champ on shaky footsteps; she pivots at the last moment to avoid a face-to-face collision but instead of finding a former lover as a crashpad The Panther hits the buckles! Crystal slips away at the last moment and is bounding to Cassava with an outstretched arm ready for a Clothesline. The BMD ducks the limb as she throws an arm across Crystal’s chest and takes her by the hip. With a forceful but still cute roar, Cassava lifts her sister Lightweight off her feet and plants Crystal into the canvas with a Uranage.
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“You forget I have the strength advantage?” Cassava asks the moaning Hilton as she leads her up by the ears, “Did you forget all our training sessions when Eva came into the picture?” Cassava takes her by the wrist with both hands and sends the acrobat into a corner with an empathetic Irish Whip she throws her whole body into. Crystal’s practically flying to the corner, she turns away to avoid a sternum bruising but hits the buckles hard and falls on her ass. Crystal closes her eyes in pain and leans her head back against the middle pad breathing heavily. Onika scrambles off the canvas and readies a burst of movement for a bronco buster when a pair of strong arms circle her head in a Sleeper!
“Did you forget I was here, fat ass?” Eva chuckles as she increases the constriction on Onika’s neck, she hugs The Superfan’s plush middle with a firm Bodyscissors and ramps up the pressure of both holds. “After putting you to sleep I’m going to knock our bedmate unconsciousness so I can pin you both at the same time! And… heystopthat!”
After feeling for a weak spot in Eva’s noose and finding none, Cassava shambles as fast as she can to the farthest corner from where Hilton sits and whirls around squashing her unwanted passenger against the padded steel. The impact is certainly unpleasant but Eva’s grip remains strong, Cassava trudges forward seven steps then runs at top speed in reverse for a second squashing, Red Death’s grasp on her victim weakens for a moment but retightens before Cass can escape. “You’re… not getting rid of me, fat ass” Eva wheezes, showing more fortitude than in her last few matches, Cassava seems to have that positive effect on people, unfortunate that it’s always her opponents. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen but The BMD gets a crazy idea; turning to face the buckles Cassava begins to climb the ropes while her suffocating backpack tries to convince her to take another avenue, “Hey… fat ass stop this! We’ll both get hurt!”
Onika can’t speak with Eva’s arm crushing her throat, so when she’s impressively standing on the top ropes with a passenger on her back she raises a double bird into Eva’s vision to a sweet pop from the crowd and leaps back! The Panther is turned into roadkill; Eva is flattened between the had ring floor and Onika’s 125lbs from a drop of 10ft.
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Both beautiful Black women lay atop each other gasping on the mat, Eva more heavily than Cassava, staring up at the ceiling exhausted from that energy-draining spot. Slightly recovered, Hilton scampers over to them and pulls Eva out of the pile and hooks both of her legs in a Backpress pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Eva kicks out and twists onto her side, still out of it but aware she’s in a fight. Crystal crawls over her, spitefully pressing a knee into her gut as she does, over to Cassava and sits on her chest facing the Kylie-Stan’s bare feet. She grabs Cassava’s legs and leans so far back the top of her head touches the canvas, holding Cass into a matchbook. Crystal’s whispering to herself as the ref counts “Stay down! Stay Down!”
ONE!
TWO!!
Cassava powers out of the matchbook into a seat, flipping Crystal off of her into a somersault. Crystal rolls onto her fours and slaps the mat in frustration “Dammit!” She shoots up and Drag Cassava to her feet by the straps of her top, “Stop making me hurt you!” Crystal takes her wrist and yanks Cassava with an Irish whip into the corner-no! Cassava keeps hold of Crystal’s arm and reverses the Whip, sending Hilton into the corner The Superfan just leapt from. The distance is too short to pivot; Crystal’s gurls get a crushing from the leather-wrapped steel and make her shudder in pain. Onika spins her around by the shoulder and sweeps her feet, dropping Hilton onto her ass and sending a stunning shiver up her tailbone.
“Be right back!” Cassava runs away from the seated Burning Rose to Eva May who’s just starting to get up. The Milk Chocolate Mauler grabs her by the back of the head and the waistband and rushes Eva to the far corner, bashing her pretty face against the top buckle. The heel cries out in pain and braces her arms against the ropes to push away, but Cassva overpowers The Panther and treats her to two more buckle bashings before spinning Eva to face her, “It’s Ms. Phat Ass to you.” A thudding Headbutt weakens Eva’s knees and she drops into a seat against the corner.
Cassava jogs to center ring and places her hands on her knees, flexing and clapping her glutes for the camera, “Time to feed them some Cake!?”
The windows of the arena shake with how loud a reaction Cassava’s query gets, The Superfan will take it as a yes. Cassava high knees it to Hilton and blasts her in the face with a Destroyer-class right glute on a Lightweight body, rebounding off her into a sprint across the Squared Circle to Eva who gets a brain-rattling blow from her left butt cheek. The BMD champ isn’t done! She springs off Eva’s slack face to streak across the ring, Crystal has the sense to raise her hands and wince before a wrecking ball of booty absorbs her face and bangs the back of her head against the middle buckle. Again Onika bursts from the corner leaving her mess of a partner behind to break track records as she runs back to Eva. Red Death looks like she sees the grim reaper approaching, bringing up a trembling hand and moaning “Noo!” only for Onika to back dat ass up with the force of an ICBM! The screws maintaining the ropes audibly strain under the ASSault Eva suffers. Both women are laid out in their respective corners.
The crowd roars as they chant BMD over and over as Cassava takes it all in and looks at the screaming crowd.
“That comes later but for now I need to win the Television Championship first!”
Eva is the first to stir and that is when Onika yanks the Red Death up to her feet by the hair and she throws her out of the ring. Cassava turns her attention over to Hilton who is out of it. She drags Crystal out of the corner and back up to her feet. “Sorry love, but time to introduce you to an Upside Down Cake.
Upside Down Cake
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When she lifts the Starlet upwards Hilton showcases that she has more fight in her as she flips over Cassava and connects with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb.
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The actress has the pin attempt firmly locked as the zebra makes the count.
One…
Two…
Thr….
At the last moment, Eva is able to enter the ring as she finds a way to break the pin. The crowd is all stunned as this match has brought some amazing wrestling. Hilton rises to her feet as she looks at the referee questioning it being a three count but he firmly tells her that Eva broke the attempt. Eva rises to her feet but as soon as she turns her attention over to Hilton the champion surprises her by delivering her Flashing Lights Roundhouse kick to her temple. Eva drops to the mat and is lying down next to Cassava.
Crystal decides to finish them both off as she motions to the top of the ropes. She climbs to the top and screams out loud.
“Rose Prism Power!!!!”
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She leaps off going for her finishing 630 splash. Cassava is able to move out of the way at the last second but Eva doesn’t as she lands right on top of her for the pinfall.
One…
Two…
Cassava yanks her friend up to her feet as she scoops her off of her feet. The crowd roars with excitement as she twists and finally delivers her Upside Down Cake. As Onika drops to her knees Hilton’s lifeless body falls on top of Eva. Onika moves herself backwards doing a full face sit on Crystal’s face which results in a double pin. Both Eva and Crystal’s shoulders are planted firmly against the floor not to mention Crystal’s face isn’t even visible as it is engulfed by Cassava’s best ASSet. The audience stands on their feet as they all count in unison.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING DING DING!
Cassava stands up as the referee raises her hand as she begins to celebrate.
“The winner of the first fall and your New FAWN TELEVISION CHAMPION, Cassava Onika!!!”
The zebra checks on both of the crushed women as Onika waits in the corner raising her hands in the air as she takes it all in. Her eyes move to that of Crystal who receives attention from the referee, and her mood changes to that of sorrow.
“Sorry it had to come to that…”
The referee takes his time in assisting both Eva and Crystal making sure they are both ready for the next match which will be decided under BMD rules. The announcer reads them off to the audience as they scroll down the FAWNtron and fill the screen for those watching at home or online.
-You can only win via pinfall and pinfalls must come via Facesit
-Referee counts are to 10 in corners and ropes
-You can not win the match by submission unless it’s via Facesit
- If your opponent taps to a non-Facesit, you then can only be pinned with 5-Count
In the scant seconds before the bell, each wrestler takes stock of themselves and the coming battle. Cassava glances over to the table where the glittering belts lay, the TV title is now in her hands like it was once in Kylie Sander’s. Right now she’s a double champion, the BMD strap’s unofficial status be damned. But as much as Cassva treasures her new gold, she has to keep her most prized possession the Buns of Mass Destruction title safe, or she’s leaving tonight with a piece of herself missing.
Eva’s right pissed. All that trouble of ambushing these bottled blondes and stealing the title and now it’s around the waist of Crystal’s rebound. She still has a chance for victory though; taking the buns belt off of Cassava would be a great way to end the night. Not only would it be acknowledged that Eva May’s ass is to be worshipped above all others in FAWN, she’ll leave with gold and show everyone that Crystal was an anchor holding her back.
Crystal’s mind is tatters but she’s willing the darkness down and staying focused. Her reign with the TV title resurrected her career and got the respect she craved, and it was taken by the woman who helped her become a contender in the first place. Crystal’s win over Onika at Summer Swelter 2022 was no fluke, but The Superfan is always a force to be reckoned with and this is her signature style. No matter. The Burning Rose will burn bright and persevere! She may not have the championship she entered with, but Crystal Hilton will leave a champion nonetheless!
DING! DING! DING!
At the bell’s chime, the combatants warily leave their corners. As the winner of the last all and now sole champion in the ring, Cassava’s got some swagger in those dangerous hips of hers. The Vice-Commander of the Kylie Corps gives her glutes a saucy double slap and squeeze, “You girls want to lay down now and spare yourselves the trouble? I’m no Rainmaker, I don’t get off on humiliating others.”
Crystal shrugs it off as she glares daggers at Cassava. “I refuse to be humiliated, this will be my night when I take away what’s most important to you!” Eva smiles in return as she glances over at Crystal.
“She humiliated me too, why don’t we team up to take her out…” The Starlet thinks about it as a smirk escapes her lips. “Sounds good and then we settle our differences…”
Crystal walks forward making her way towards Cassava when she quickly turns around and nails May in the face with a super kick that brings her down to the ground. The Texan is out cold spread eagled on the mat as Hilton runs her hands through her hair. “If I told you once, I told you twice… Crystal Hilton is a solo act, nobody stands in my spotlight!”
Hilton slowly turns her attention over to Cassava as a wicked grin escapes her lips. “Now what was this about humiliation?!”
“That you’re gonna lap it up if you don’t start taking this seriously!” Cassava stomps forward giving the intention she’s going to chest up with The Burning Rose when her gait changes, and Cassava whips her right leg in a bicycle kick that speeds toward Crystal’s face. The now former Television champ ducks under the foot, somersaults behind Cassava and pops to her feet pivoting with a swift roundhouse; Cassava turns and gets a boot heel to the navel that doubles her over with a groan. Crystal turns tail and dashes into the ropes and running back to her bent-over beloved at a higher speed. Hilton jumps into the air, whipping up a leg that’ll come down on Cassava’s neck like a knife- and misses!
The Superfan dodges behind Crystal as she’s descending avoiding a knock-out blow. Crystal whirls about and gets her body slapped against Cassava’s in a tight Bearhug that has her breasts competing for space against The BMD’s much larger pair. The Milk Chocolate Mauler grinds hard on her partner and growls into her wincing face, “I think you need to take a breather.” And throws the actress overhead with a Smith-worthy Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex; Crystal finds her flung over the ropes and out of the ring! She spirals to a crash landing on the padded pavement of the arena, her face screws up in pain as she writhes onto her hip and shoulder. Crystal likes to make the highlight reel but not like this!
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Hilton lands on the floor on the outside leaving Eva and Cassava as the only two in the ring. May struggles to get to her feet as she tries to size up the double champion. Eva quickly sneaks up behind her, dropping down to her knees from behind. She makes a claw with her hands and uses it to grab hold of Cassava’s crotch. She squeezes as tightly as she can.
“Give it up Cass! I can do this all day!!!”
Eva holds on like a vice grip trying her best to wear down her opponent so she can contemplate her next form of action. Cassava lets out a howling scream as Eva keeps on yelling.
“Come on and quit or I can give you FIVE reasons why I am going to take your championship in this match!”
The Superfan on shaking legs tries to pull the invading hand away from her womanhood but can’t get the right angle; Eva flexes her digits making the dyed blonde shriek and shudder and pull at her hair to distract her from the pain. On one knee and cheek to cheek with Onika’s bodacious booty, Eva May tries to work Cassava like a puppet on Sesame Street.
“Come on, GIVE!” May twists her fingers making Cassva emit a sharp yelp, “Don’t think I won’t turn you into an acorddian if it’ll get me the title! I’ll Ugh! UUGH!”
Onika’s resorts to dropping the point of her elbow onto Eva’s dome, the clawing weakens a tad, but The Panther still has a hellacious grip. The pain brings clarity to the champ and an escape plan forms; Cassava lowers to a crouch and reaches between her legs to take that Panther's paw by the wrist. Tensing as much power in her stems as she can, Cassava shoots into the air like a rocket dragging Eva to her full height! Arcing her spine, Cass keeps Eva’s wrist as she falls back dragging the challenger to the mat with her and pulling the arm through her legs to her chest in a Cross Arm Breaker!
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Eva screams as she wasn’t expecting this counter. She lets out a piercing howl that reaches all the way up to the cheap seats. “ ERRR GET OFF OF ME YOU BYTCH!!!!”
Eva continues to scream and she isn’t in the mood to deal with a broken arm either. To save herself from further injury she begins to tap out furiously on the mat. The referee notices this and immediately calls for Cassava to let go. However, what neither of them realize is that Hilton has made her way to the top rope. She leaps off as she looks to land a frog splash on both women at the same time. By BMD rules, Crystal now will have to pin Cassava for a count of 5 thanks to that Tap Out. Luckily she has more than one opponent to pick from; she pushes off the detritus of women to stand up and shoves Cassava onto her front. Crystal takes her phat-assed paramore by the top and waistband and escorts her out of the ring through the gap between the second and bottom ropes. “This is my time… my resurgence…” Crystal huffs as she leans against the ropes looking down at limp Cassava, the strain of working two matches in a row against two opponents beginning to show. She looks over to see Eva struggling to stand and cradling her sore arm, Crystal gets into the spirit of things and springs off the ropes to bowl her Ex over with a Running Hip Attack. Hilton’s award-winning glutes pancake Eva May’s chest and lay her flat.
“I bet you miss this,” Crystal quickly lowers into a reverse facesit and palms Eva’s breasts, groping them in time with the referee’s count.
ONE!
TWO!!
T-Eva shoves free! Eva May palms Hilton’s glutes and shoves her foreigner lover off her nose. Crystal shoots her arms out to save her face and ends up on all fours straddling her foe, she looks over her shoulder angrily to her gasping tormentor, “Can you do you ONE positive thing for me?” The actress dismounts and drags May up by the bad arm and twists it with an Arm Wringer. May cries out and slaps at her shoulder to dull the ache, but Crystal’s not done, she spins on a heel whipping the arm in a big circle, jerking hard on the downswing to slam Eva on her face and shoulder against the canvas.
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“Onika taught me that! That’s what a NICE girlfriend does!” Crystal is multitasking tonight; working out her baggage and winning a title. She drags Eva to stand by the scruff of her neck and takes her by the wrist of her sore arm, clearly Crystal’s main plan of attack for the time being. She Irish Whips the Texan into a nearby corner, Eva turns in time but she takes the impact hard on her back and has to throw her arms over the ropes to stay standing. “It’s time for this ass to carry the gold!” Hilton calls out to the crowd as she gives her a slap, hyping the FAWNatics to a cheer before she takes off into a sprint. Crystal leaps and spins in the air for another running Hip Attack- Eva slips to the side! Crystal rump rams into the middle turnbuckle, the actress wails and waddles forward with her hands cradling her coccyx when Eva grabs by the back of the head and runs a few steps before leaping forward with her legs sticking out. Eva lands comfortably on her rear while Hilton eats a chunk of Canvas with a Running Bulldog.
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Hilton goes down and Eva takes a moment to stand up as she sits up taking a moment to catch her breath. She looks across the ring looking down at Hilton struggling to make it to her feet. Eva however is at a vertical stance and she presses her foot right down against the Starlet’s back keeping Crystal down in the ground. “Oh no you don’t! You have been running your mouth all match and it’s time to make you pay for it!”
Eva lifts her foot up as she drives it against Hilton’s back over and over again. With every stomp the actress lets out even more screams. Eva has her foot planted firmly against the lower back of her foe. She looks down talking trash. “You need to be firmly on the ground like the dog that you are…”
“Go f*ck off…” Is all Hilton can scream back before Eva grabs a handful of Crystal’s hair and yanks her up to her feet. She proceeds to knee the Detroit native forcing the former TV champion to double over. Eva grabs a firm hold of Hilton’s head and tucks it underneath an arm. Without hesitation she drops back and KOS the Afro-Latina with a spiking ddt driving Crystal head first against the mat. Hilton is out like a light as Eva contemplates her next move.
“I could finish you right here and that would be VERY satisfying but I'd rather go for the foreplay before I jump right in…”
Eva runs her underneath Crystal’s togs as she locks on her Panther’s Claw right on Hilton’s crotch. She digs area at the most sacred area of the star. “It’s okay… Scream… It’s like a blast from the past…”
Hilton is brought back to consciousness by the vicious claw. She tries her best to crawl away but the claw is painful. It’s unbearable and she let’s tears flow from her eyes as she cries out.
“I GIVE… I GIVE…. MAKE IT STOP… GET HER OFF OF ME!!!!”
The ref motions to the timekeeper noting Eva now has the 5-Count stip as well, leaving Crystal the easiest one to pin with the standard 3. Eva mercifully frees her prey from the Claw not wanting to risk a title over a disqualification. “You should be used to losing to me by now,” Eva gathers Crystal’s locks into a ponytail and uses it as a leash to drag her off the deck, “You should be used to losing period, It’s why I left your loser ass.”
Eva pulls Hilton by her golden follicles to a side of the ring and presses her eyes against the top cable, draaaaaaging the screaming actress’s peepers across the whole length of rubber till they’re near a corner. Red Death yanks on Hilton’s mane till the wilting rose is staring into the houselights with her burning eyes, “Count ‘em down, plebs!” Despite the insult, most of the Floridian audience can’t break tradition and keep track of how many times Eva bangs Crystal’s face against the top buckle.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
Crystal gone from flailing to weakly resisting, to ragdoll. At ‘Ten’ Eva leans Crystal way back and leans in with puckered lips… but backs before the kiss is complete and CRACKS her across the face with a bytch slap and throws her to the mat. “Move on with your life!”
Eva skips over Crystal’s body and speeds across the Squared Circle with long strides, she turns and hits the ropes with her back- Cassava grabs her ankles and trips The Panther, Eva falls nose-first on the mat. The ASSassain pulls the interloper out of the ring and buggywhips Eva down the length of the apron into a set of steel steps. She hits them with a clang!and ends up in a seat against the disturbed steps, Eva scrunches her face and bites down a scream as she grabs her bad arm. She should have used her other shoulder to take the hit but she couldn’t turn in ti-CLANG! Cassava uses what her momma gave her and batters May with her behind, running after the pitiful Panther and crushing her head between the side of steel steps and the Buns of Destruction.
BUNS OF STEEL
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Eva slumps down against the steps out cold and she appears that she is out of commission. Cassava turns her attention to the inside of the ring where they cheer the Iowa native on. Onika slides into the room as she has her eyes on her closest friend. “Sorry it had to come to this…”
However what Cassava didn’t expect is that Hilton has heart and determination like none other. With everything left in her she kips up to her feet which gains a pop from the crowd. Crystal holds her head in pain as she locks eyes with Cassava. The crowd are all on their feet as they cheer on both warriors. Hilton looks across the ring as she extends a hand out.
“You want to retain your BMD title, I have no qualms with that but you will have to put me down to do it…”
Cassava shakes Crystal’s hand as she looks back into her eyes.
“I will do what I must, best of luck to you…”
With that the two of them back away from one another before they slowly begin to circle each other. Hilton tries to come out with her high-speed offense. She sends martial arts kicks in the direction of Cassava. Onika is able to catch one of them, and Cassava uses her own leg to sweep Crystal’s standing leg forcing the lighter woman to fall down to the mat. Onika showcases her own special type of offence as she leaps up into the air and uses her BMD to crush the chest of Hilton.
The Hispanic screeches as she is flattened. “Just give it up Crys… You took enough abuse, just stay down…”
Through gritted teeth and determination Hilton utters out a response.
“...Never…. Must never stay down, always fight… I worked too hard for this…Quitting is a shortcut to LOSING and I AM NOT A LOSER!”
Hilton tries to stand up but Cassava stands up before dropping her BMD on Crystal’s chest again, and again, and again. It’s similar to what Eva did to Crystal on top of the turnbuckles but this time it’s Cassava ASSet meeting Crystal’s chest. The crowd chants with each drop.
ONE…TWO…THREE….FOUR….FIVE….SIX…
Hilton is barely responsive at this point as her attempts at resistance become weaker and weaker, she is barely conscious as she isn’t even defending herself at this point. The crowd cheers loudly as they will the new TV champion on.
FINISH HER!!!
The Superfan knows she’ll need an exclamation point to keep Crystal down, and there’s no better way to do that than with some high-flying. Cassava becomes a blur as she moves to the closest corner and nimbly runs up cables to stand on the top ropes. C carefully balancing as she turns to face the ring, Cassava takes in her pain-racked friend lying on the mat for the briefest moment before steeling herself and springing into the air. Reaching the highest altitude the Lightweights can reach, Cassava performs a perfect split and aims that calamitous Cake at Crystal. The BMD drops the boom on the actress’s chest and hits harder than the meteor that killed the dinosaurs.
BOMBS AWAY
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All of Hilton’s limbs jerk into the air and flop lifelessly on the mat. Cassava scoots forward into a front Facesit and closes her thicc thighs to obscure Hilton’s face from view. Partly out of mercy, but also to commemorate another defence of her title and cement herself as a double champion.
“Sorry, Cyrs…”
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DINGDINGDING!!
“Your winner… and still Buns of Mass Destruction champion… and Television champion, CASSAVA ONIKA!”
An illuminating grin breaks out on Cassava’s face, the rush of victory fills her large chest as the official takes her hand and helps the victrix to her feet and off of Crystal’s face. The exuberant Superfan is handed the BMD and TV straps, she clasps the former around her waist and turns away to shake dat gold supporting ass to whistles and catcalls and lifts the TV title high in the air, both championships glow in the shining lights of the arena; Cassava looks over her shoulder with a grin to the camera, “I told ya’ll day one I’m taking this place over!” In the background of these celebrations, Crystal Hilton lays on the mat barely stirring. Forced to submit in front of thousands by her mean Ex who dumped her in front of a live crowd. pinned twice in a row by her significant other and her title taken, poor Crystal is the definition of defeat.
But there was another challenger in these back-to-back battles. Eva May crawls into the ring, sore, groggy, livid as hell and needing to take it out on someone. The sight of Onika living it up is so rage-inducing that it gives Eva a third wind. Roaring like the panther she emulates Eva punches the mat and pushes off her fist to stand, She stares daggers at the vulnerable Hilton, “This is all your fault, you loser bitch!” She stomps over and raises a boot, ready to bring it down over and over and over and over till the actress is a puddle of mush when Onika grabs Eva by the shoulder and spins her around.
The Lieutenant-General of the Kylie Corps goes nose to nose with Eva, “I’m the one who beat you. Twice. I’m the booty queen of TV and you’re just not strong enough to beat me. It’s not Crystal’s fault I’m amazing and you’re a perpetual runner-up.”
Eva chests up to Cassava backing her up a step, she’s practically spitting with anger, “That’s BS! I wasn’t pinned once during this debacle, I deserve a real shot at the title, with no wannabe starlets to interfere!”
Cassava has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming out that Eva was the one who stole the TV title to horn in on her title shot. She sticks out her hand, “Alright, let's make a deal. You leave right now without touching Crystal or making a fuss, and I guarantee you a shot at the TV title. You beat me for that, you’ll get a BMD title shot at the next PPV.“
May stares hard at the champion² with her fists tightened for a long moment… and takes Cassava’s hand and squeezes it too tightly, “Deal. Keep that gold warm for me 'cause I’m taking it soon.”
Cassava doesn’t bat an eye and breaks the handshake, hefting the TV title onto a shoulder as she points to the ramp, “Good luck with that, now get moving. This is my moment.” Eva sneers and waves away the Superfan- No. SuperCHAMP as she exits the ring, not giving Crystal a glance as she walks past. Cassava rolls her eyes and then turns to face the hardcam with a bright smile, her mood vastly improved without Eva hanging around. She slaps her new championship on its faceplate. “Get ready, cause TV’s about to get a lot more colourful!”