Everything on this board is a work of fiction. All stories, interviews, artwork, and voice samples are the products of the author’s imagination and creative endeavors. The roles played by the various celebrities in these narratives are entirely fictional and have no factual basis in reality.
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The following video was uploaded to Cassava Onika’s personal YouTube channel FAWN Finds, and then reposted on the FAWN website and all relevant social media 1 hour after the main eventThe video begins with the POV of the cameraman running down a hallway, the glances of posters of wrestlers present and past tell viewers we’re seeing the backstage of the FAWN arena. Any sounds of the cameraman’s footsteps are drowned out by the echoes of enraged, wordless screaming of either a woman mourning a loved one’s murder or a banshee from hell. Behind the hateful wailing, there’s a cacophony of breaking furniture, shattering glass, and lockers being dented and broken by fists and feet.
The screams grow louder and louder as the camera nears a white door labelled WOMEN’S LOCKEROOM: WRESTERS. A hand reaches from the right of the screen and knocks on the door three times.
The screaming stops.
There’s a click as the doorknob turns and the door is pushed ajar.
The cameraman pulls it fully open.
The BMD and TV champion, Cassava Onika, stands with wide, red eyes amongst the wreckage of what must be thousands of dollars of property damage. Still as the dead but radiating the dangerous tension of a ticking bomb.
Chest heaving and hair a mess, Cassava looks like she's awoken from the gravest nightmare. For five LONG seconds, Kylie Sanders’ Number One Fan stares death lasers into the camera's lens before startling the viewers with an explosion. Spraying pit and screaming so loud and high-pitched her vocals shake like a bridge about to snap.
drive.google.com/file/d/1345rRbV8Dk04JPo4OdmSr4mJdbmuZhHp/view?usp=sharing“BRADDOCK!”
“BRADDOCK! You have no idea what you’ve done! You whore! You bitch! How dare you! You-!”
Cassava screws up her face to stifle a sob. She puts the heel of a hand on her forehead as if her anger’s strong enough to split her skull in twain.
“I told you. After your crimes against my second great love, there would be consequences one day. That justice is on the horizon. That on the day we met in the ring, I would commit such violence upon you. “
Her eyes open, her burning gaze is now an arctic stare that chills the viewer to the bone.
“Bethany Christian asked, negotiated, pleaded and even paid me! To stay away from you. To not just end your career in the parking lot, or in the street. Or in your home… I should have ignored her! Because I failed to act, because of you, Kat Braddock. The hero of generations, the light of hope and love, Kylie Sanders, is now gone from FAWN. Maybe forever.”
The Superchamp inches close enough to the camera so that her face fills the screen. Cassava speaks in a haunted tone, unblinking till the video fades to the FAWN logo.
“Did you think you would go unpunished?”
“No.”
“No.”
“No, you unnatural Hag. I will have such revenges on you. What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be the terrors of the earth.”
