The Hot Seat

[BlackAkuma]

Finally, some goddamn recognition.

Wendy had been in LAW for a hot minute, and in all that time, she’d been underwhelmed with the treatment she was getting. No title shots, no big matches, nothing but the occasional jobber coming her way, or screwjob matches like her thing with Ducky. That wasn’t enough for her by a country mile, and she was starting to get the impression that upper management didn’t realize what an untapped talent they had on their hands.

That was until now, when they’d contacted her about appearing on the Gift of Gab. While Wendy wasn’t big on the whole podcast, she’d heard about this. Some washed-up wrestlerette was getting popular with it, sharing her opinions on the business, giving all the little snot-nosed idiots at home a look on the ‘inside’. It was all bullshit, she knew it, but it gave her an opportunity today, as Gabrielle Starr, the podcast’s prominent voice, was looking to do a show on facesitting. So who was a natural fit for that? None other than the Facesitting Queen of LAW, of course.

Wendy, in your house.

She’d shown up to Gabrielle’s studio in the heart of Tokyo, dressed up in full regale, figuring she should look her best in case they were filming the show for YouTube - which, as it turned out, was the case. After making small talk, they got her in the booth, hooked her up to a microphone, and things looked like they were ready to go.

”I got this thing right?” She reached up and adjusted the microphone, making sure everything was setup right. She’d worked with stuff like this with her setup for Onlyfans, but never done anything so involved. This was a step beyond. Expensive, shiny equipment, the kind you’d see on high-class podcasts. She was impressed, she could admit.

Gabrielle peeked over from her booth, nodded, and straightened her cap before settling back down. ”Perfectamundo.” She threw a thumbs up. ”Thanks for being so patient with me, doing this kind of last minute and my usual helper’s out for the day. Hopefully things’ll go down smoother when our other guest shows up, don’t want to waste anymore time.”

Wendy just chuckled and leaned back in the chair, kicking her feet up and getting comfy. ”It’s all good, sweetie. I got all the time in the world. Just let me know what you want to go over quick, before we…” Her voice trailed off as a certain detail in Gabrielle’s words registered, one she hadn't expected to be there. ”Wait…’other guest’?”

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Indeed. Gabrielle's podcast would have two special guests this time around. And given the subject of the podcast was facesitting, who better to invite than the smother-happy ruler of Kingdom Chrysanthemum herself: Queen Jasmine! "Heyoooooooo!" Jasmine chirped as she made her appearance, clad in her cake-themed wrestling attire, looking as delightfully thicc as ever! Her massive backside, rarely lacking at least one kiss mark from someone she recently facesat, was this time patterned in four kiss marks. Two for each of her voluptuous cheeks!

Jasmine first walked up to Gabrielle. "Sup dude! Thanks for inviting LAW's one and only Booty Bomber to chat facesittin' with ya!" The tomboy beamed. "It's an honor to be on Gift of Gab!" Miss Cake truly seemed like the ideal candidate to talk about something like this. She was an absolute smother dom. Win or lose, (and she tended to win), no opponent had ever faced her in an official match without the experience of being deeply smothered in her cheeks! And after her first title shot, she'd gotten particularly popular amongst the LAW fans she genuinely loved!

After greeting Gabrielle, Jasmine would walk up to Wendy. She didn't happen to know much about her. But if Wendy was into facesitting too, then she figured they already had the groundwork to make a connection. "Ah! You must be Wendy, right?" Jasmine asked. "There was something mentioning there'd be another guest here. I take it that means you enjoy smothering as well, hon?"

Jasmine, on stage!

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Oh, they had to fucking with her.

Wendy looked over as Jasmine came in, full of irritating energy, wearing her cake-themed attire and upstaging her right away. The woman might not have known her, but she was painfully aware of who she was - she was one LAW’s more established talents, and one that Wendy found herself compared to far more than she would’ve liked. She’d even got requests in some of her sessions to wear that silly outfit, a notion that she always slapped down hard whenever it came up.

And here she was, hogging the spotlight that should’ve been. Wendy did her best to keep her smile up, but she was seething on the inside, and some of it came out with a twitch of her eyes. ”Yeah.” She replied through her gritted. ”It’s kind of what I’m known for. Best ass in the business and all that.”

”Wait, save it for the recording!” Gabi wiggled a finger her way and motioned for Jasmine to take a seat and grab a headset. ”Sit, get comfy, we’ll kick things off as soon as you’re both ready.”

”I’ve been ready…” Wendy grumbled and leaned back, wanting more than ever to just get this over with.

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"Hmm?" As Jasmine tried to make small talk with Wendy, she picked up on her fellow facesitter's subtle anger for a moment. But Wendy's causal declaration that she had the best butt in the business distracted Jasmine, by prompting her competitive nature. "Well I don't know about THAT. Cause you'd have to compete with Cakey over here, sister."~ Jasmine teased, turning around and shoving her massive, perfect, named booty in Wendy's face. She didn't send it back enough to outright smother Wendy. But those wide, smooched, chocolate cheeks would fill Wendy's vision for a moment, before Jasmine would amble away.

But even as she walked away, she spanked her jiggly cheeks at Wendy and shook that gorgeous rear at her. It was all playful good fun for Jasmine, but the teasing was likely just getting more under Wendy's skin. Jasmine grabbed a headset and sat down, ready to discuss all things facesitting! "READY!" The queen announced, getting her giant butt comfy in her respective chair at her booth. "Let's go! Whatcha got for us, Gabi?"

[BlackAkuma]

…did this bitch just shove her ass in Wendy’s face?

She was sitting there, just trying to settle down and get ready for the interview, when Jasmine came over and had the nerve to throw up her second-class ass, coming damn close to smacking her in the face with it. It was such an audacious move that it took the Backstage Bully a moment to properly process what was going on, and by the time she did, Jasmine was already in her seat, well out of punching distance.

And did she give her ass a name? Who the hell named their ass?

”You fucking little-”

”Hey, whoa, keep it PG-13.” Gabi wagged her finger Wendy’s way with a nervous laugh, then straightened up and pulled the microphone over, kicking things off. ”Greetings, everyone. It’s your girl, Gabi Starr, and this the Gift of Gab! Today’s topic? The Wild World of Facesitting, and we’ve got some experts in the field with us to go over it. Ladies, want to introduce yourselves?”[/color]

Wendy butted in, almost before Gabi could finish her sentence, wanting to speak before Jasmine had a chance to utter a single syllable. ”Wendy Winston, the real facesitting queen of LAW.” She stood up in the chair, just enough to give her cheek a good, meaty smack that would register on the microphone, then plopped back down.

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Wendy didn't seem to take too kindly to Jasmine shoving her massive booty in her face, even if the queen didn't outright touch her with it. "Chill out, dude." Jasmine chucked, after Wendy cursed at her. "I'm just funning with ya. And Gabi, the subject of facesitting itself doesn't seem to fit PG-13. Hahaha!"

The podcast then officially got started, with Gabi instructing her two guests to introduce themselves. Wendy was quick to speak first, calling herself LAW's "real" facesitting queen, a not-so-subtle jab at Jasmine. But this only further sparked the monarch's competitive disposition, when it came to her turn to introduce herself.

"Jasmine Chocolate Cake, the real and actual queen of Kingdom Chrysanthemum, the one and only Booty Bomber, AND one-half of THE Booty Queens, the number ONE contenders for LAW's tag team championship!" Jasmine chirped proudly, standing straight up to slap BOTH of her cheeks, the self-spanks registering very well on her own microphone. Ms. Cake then plopped her big butt back down herself, eager to continue this facesitting podcast!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy swore, she had never rolled her eyes harder, in her entire life, than when Jasmine introduced herself.

She sat there, listening to this little weirdo do her spiel, and it took a real effort not to call bullshit every two seconds. The Queen of Kingdom Chrissy Santhem or wherever, one half of the Booty Bitches, and who even cared about the tag titles? Wendy waved it all off, not wanting to give this woman an ounce of the respect she was clearly grenade-fishing for.

Gabi seemed to be quite impressed, giving Jasmine’s ass a good look and whistling at the slap. ”That’s quite a long list of accolades you’ve got going on there, Ms. Cake. Congratulations on getting to the top contender spot, by the way.”

”Congratulations on being the next losers to get smacked by the SWAT Kats, you mean.” Wendy kicked legs up on the table and leaned back, getting nice and comfy while she dealt with this bullshit. ”Nobody in their right mind thinks you and your little butt buddy are gonna beat them, honey. You’re just flavor of the month.”

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"Thank you Gabi! And we'll be the next Tag Team Champions too! You can bet your butt on it!" Jasmine chirped confidently, after Gabi praised her introduction. Wendy on the other hand...seemed less than impressed to say the least. While Jasmine had been able to shake off Wendy's pervious jabs, her latest stream of insults really struck a nerve with her! This is because the Booty Queens had fought the SWAT Cats once before. They had put LAW's tag champs through the absolute wringer, but the Cats just barely managed to hold onto their titles. Wendy claiming they'd fail again really ticked Jasmine off!

"Yo Wendy!" Jasmine flared, slamming her fist on the booth's desk. "Why don't you come over here and say that to my FACE! Have YOU ever been a contender for ANYTHING?!"

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Jasmine wasn’t trying, but she managed to get a laugh out of Wendy with that one, making the Backstage Bully shake in her seat. ”Yeah, bet that’s what you said before the last time y’all got curbstomped by the Cats.”

She was willing to wave it off and leave it at that, already getting tired of hearing this little bitch’s mouth, when she had to go off again, this time stepping up to Wendy proper. She raised her eyebrow at that, and while it was tempting to go over there and give her the hell she was asking for, she managed to reign it in. For now.

”Be careful what you’re asking for, Shake-And-Bake. This ain’t a tag match, nobody’s gonna save your little dumbass.” Wendy planted an elbow on the desk and leaned forward, a sly smirk crossing her face as she did. ”You and I both know the only reason you got another shot is because LAW’s tag division is emptier than that head of yours. Little flakes like you can’t hang in the real divisions - I’m outta your league, honeycakes.”

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Jasmine was already ready to throw hands and/or butts with Wendy. The level of smug meanness the heavyweight had was infuriating to her. Wendy mocked the queen for her tag loss against the SWAT Cats, a loss Jasmine still wasn't completely over, despite how close the match had been. And the heel's insults soon extended to the tag division in general!

"Maybe the tag division started off like that. But if you weren't living under a rock, you'd know the division has grown tenfold over the years! In large part due to the SWAT Cats' influence as inaugural champions. How DARE you disrespect them, my team, and every other tag team in LAW, by undermining the tag division as a whole!" Jasmine flared. There was a blush evident on her face from having her tag loss brought up. But she managed to shake it off a calm down a little, when she thought of a way to really challenge Wendy here.

"I noticed you avoided answering my question..." Jasmine snickered. "So you HAVEN'T ever been a contender for champ of any of those "real divisions" you were talking about, huh? Now that I think about it, all I've heard about you is that you apparently like bullying weak people backstage. You keep doing that, until someone comes along and gives you your comeuppance. While I become a champion, by facing CHAMPIONS. Are you sure you know who's outta who's league, sugar?"