Nicknames: McGalver, The Engineer, Rigsaw
Real Name: Cassandra Ranucci
Age: 33
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115
Alignment: Face
Nationality: North American (is of Italian descent)
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
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Cassie Hack isn't a very complex woman: Stubborn. Two-fisted both in the ring, and with drink. Forthcoming to the point of utter crassness at times. Foul-mouthed. And she likes to party.
She's more street smart than book smart, but she happens to have a love for tinkering. Vehicles, machines, weapons...she's at least decent with most things.
She's also developed a mind for business and wrestling politics throughout her career, made all the more sound by running a promotion of her own.
She's more street smart than book smart, but she happens to have a love for tinkering. Vehicles, machines, weapons...she's at least decent with most things.
She's also developed a mind for business and wrestling politics throughout her career, made all the more sound by running a promotion of her own.
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Cassandra Ranucci comes from a rough Brooklyn neighborhood, raised by a single father who worked as a mechanic. She was very much a daddy's girl, even when she got into her teenage years (and her father started threatening the boys she brought home). Like much of their family, Mr. Ranucci had a checkered past in which he spent much time behind bars. Learning that he had a child on the way just as he was getting out of the drunk tank was the thing that finally convinced him to clean up his act. Mr. Ranucci's father spent more time in jail or in prison than he did at home, and he refused to put his daughter through that. His girlfriend at the time, however, would eventually decide that parenthood was more difficult than she was willing to put up with, and so she walked out of their lives.
Her father was her hero growing up. He was the man who could fix everything: Tears in her favorite stuffed bear, skinned knees, wonky heaters, cars...She saw nothing go long without getting patched up in some way, shape, or form. Cassandra spent as much time with him as she could, wanting to be like him. And for the most part, he was happy to oblige, first teaching her how to fix smaller, less complicated things on her own, how to play baseball, football, how to fight when the need arose, which included how to wrestle; he'd had a brief career in full-contact wrestling that came to a quick end after he powerbombed a general manager through a table for suspending him after catching him drinking on the job. A story that he used as an example of why she didn't want to be just like him, when she could be better.
Cassandra had fallen in love with wrestling in particular, and they'd sit down to watch most shows together, sometimes catching an event live. She played whatever games she could: WWF No Mercy, ACW Carnage...
EWCW Extreme Evolution. Hardcore wrestling held her eye the moment she first saw a match of its type. Daring dives off of ladders, people being put through tables, fights spilling into the backstage area, the blood. Even as a child, she was drawn to more physically intensive spectacles. And as a teenager, she would seek to compete in said spectacles. Although this had as much to do with survival as it did her being a fan of it.
A horrific accident would see her father being crushed underneath a car he was working on one afternoon. Everything had been left to her, the most important of which being his prized 1970 Charger (which she maintains and drives to this day). She hit the road soon after his funeral: The neighborhood they lived in wasn't a safe one, and there were a few occasions where her father needed to introduce would-be robbers (and potentially worse) to his good friend Mister .357 before others got the message and stayed away. But the vultures started casing their home again after word got around that the man was gone and she was the only one living there.
Having dropped out of school (which she'd never performed well in anyway), she set out for Detroit, the home base to Extreme Women's Championship Wrestling. It wasn't the largest promotion out there, but it was still ran a schedule of full-contact matches. With the addition of the hardcore element, it would pay well enough to make the extended travel and the odd jobs she had to do to keep it going worth it.
The now seventeen year old Cassandra, going by the ring name "Hack", came into the business with nothing but the heart of a brawler, which, at five foot four and one hundred pounds soaking wet, meant that she simply took a long time to squash. The one exception to this was when she met another two-fisted teenaged newcomer from the streets -- Yolanda Ruiz -- a few years later when Ruiz filled in for one of her opponents in a tag team contest. Hack was held in place while she took a knife to her forehead. An artery was severed, causing her to pass out mere minutes later from blood loss. Of all the losses she'd suffered in her time there -- and she never won a single match -- it was easily the fastest that she'd ever been put down.
The footage of her fighting on as blood squirted out of her head until her body couldn't be kept going through the power of will alone anymore, leaving behind a mess that wouldn't have been out of place at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat got her an offer from the owner of War Zone Wrestling, another hardcore promotion that also boasted mixed competition, as well as some of the brutal in the business. And with it came a lot more money than she was getting in EWCW, Hack signed on with them.
By this point in time, she'd been subjected to so many beatings that she began to enjoy them. Her no surrender, never quit attitude had won her respect in the EWCW locker room and amongst the fandom. In WZW, however, it would not be so, especially after a hot and heavy contest led to her being stripped and fucked in its aftermath. Sexfighting was not something that the promotion typically offered, but all of its matches had no disqualification, so if someone felt frisky, there was nothing to stop them if they wanted to go there.
It got them the highest ratings they ever had, so the owner made a lot of incentive for someone to get frisky with her. She'd receive extra compensation for this, and there was something about that particular mixture of sex and violence that she liked, so she went with it (although that's not to say that she didn't put up the fight that she was known for). This would alter how she was perceived both backstage and by the crowds, and not for the better. In time, she would be made known as Meat, instead of her chosen Hack. And it stuck despite her protests.
It was then that she knew that she had to start bringing more to the ring. And to that end, she started taking classes. Judo. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Good choices for someone her size. It didn't help at first, but in time, as her level of skill in the arts increased, she started putting on more heavily contested matches, able to hold her own against larger opponents now. And eventually, it would even lead her to experience the one thing that no one would ever expect her to: Victory.
But since it came about through the use of martial arts in a time where said usage was frowned upon, her popularity would only plummet further. And because of this, she axed her plans to take up a striking art as well, choosing to up her game there through experience and wit instead.
That kept the door cracked for her. And although she would always have her detractors during her five years in the promotion, she would come to see a resurgence of the fanfare she enjoyed in EWCW, earned the hard and painful way, just as it has come to her then.
Continuing to wrestle a match for another thirteen minutes with a broken leg that was the result of a missed jump from some scaffolding swung the door open, and coming back to win another with a broken neck pulled her inside.
And when she started using her engineering skills to craft vicious weapons and contraptions, sometimes while in the middle of a match, she was made a star. The brightest that WZW would ever see before it folded, despite never winning a championship. Meat, she was no longer. Now she was Cassie Hack. The Engineer. MacGalver. And after debuting the Shock Collar Deathmatch against Jessie Hellberg, who would become a longtime rival, some would also call her Rigsaw.
It was for these reasons that she would be approached by one of the heads of WZW after its last show: Marcus Townsend. He had some ideas for a new breed of wrestling that Cassie loved. Combine sexfighting with the violence that was present there, along whatever blueprints that her darkly creative mind could dream up and his funding, and Torture Porn Wrestling was born.
Cassandra would always be viewed as a co-owner, but she surrendered all booking power to him, wanting to be shedding blood and cum there in the ring no different from the rest of the talent and refusing to allow herself the temptation of using that power to boost her own career. A move that got her much respect there.
TPW was Heaven to her. She intentionally kept herself out of the title scene, but the fights and hardcore sex was fulfillment enough. The venture was very successful, even getting a mainstream television spot, albeit late-night with a tenuous position, given the degree of violence present. But they were still being viewed on television and computer screens across America and Japan.
But this sort of competition attracted some truly depraved minds, and none were more depraved than Ichi Nakamura. The man was truly a monster, being singlehandedly responsible for the company's end through the mere threat of a horrid display during the Baptized In Blood pay-per-view that would live on in infamy as the Harriet Burchill Incident.
Harriet Burchill was a ten year veteran hailing from England who wanted to test her chops in some new territory, being a technical wrestler who was known for fighting clean matches. A seeming mismatch for the kind of wrestlers seen in TPW, but she got respect for getting in the ring every week without the slightest hesitation, standing strong in the face of extreme violence.
After defeating her, Ichi handcuffed her arms and legs to the ropes in the corner, spreading the latter far apart. And with an evil grin on his face, he produced the surprise he had in a black bag: A dildo that had been wreathed in barbed wire.
Torture Porn Wrestling was a product that was created with the intention of pushing boundaries with sex and violence, but it was never meant to go that far. Fortunately, Cassie had managed to get to the ring in time to prevent him from putting it to use, taking him down with a bat that was also covered in barbed wire, but electrified. But despite those horrors never coming to being, it would be the last straw. TPW would be pulled from its television spot, and soon after, Ichi would be arrested and given a lengthy prison sentence following a violent sexual assault of a man at a gay bar, putting the company under even more crushing public scrutiny. The consensus was that a company that would employ a man like him and potentially subject wrestlers to what he'd intended and worse shouldn't be allowed to exist.
And so, TPW had met its end.
But it still had a cult following, with one of its fans being an LAW official. Seeing Cassie as blameless for the animal that Ichi Nakamura turned out to be, she reached out and made an offer, which had even included a commission for every new match type that the Engineer's mind brought to its venues.
It was a second chance that Cassie couldn't pass up.
Her father was her hero growing up. He was the man who could fix everything: Tears in her favorite stuffed bear, skinned knees, wonky heaters, cars...She saw nothing go long without getting patched up in some way, shape, or form. Cassandra spent as much time with him as she could, wanting to be like him. And for the most part, he was happy to oblige, first teaching her how to fix smaller, less complicated things on her own, how to play baseball, football, how to fight when the need arose, which included how to wrestle; he'd had a brief career in full-contact wrestling that came to a quick end after he powerbombed a general manager through a table for suspending him after catching him drinking on the job. A story that he used as an example of why she didn't want to be just like him, when she could be better.
Cassandra had fallen in love with wrestling in particular, and they'd sit down to watch most shows together, sometimes catching an event live. She played whatever games she could: WWF No Mercy, ACW Carnage...
EWCW Extreme Evolution. Hardcore wrestling held her eye the moment she first saw a match of its type. Daring dives off of ladders, people being put through tables, fights spilling into the backstage area, the blood. Even as a child, she was drawn to more physically intensive spectacles. And as a teenager, she would seek to compete in said spectacles. Although this had as much to do with survival as it did her being a fan of it.
A horrific accident would see her father being crushed underneath a car he was working on one afternoon. Everything had been left to her, the most important of which being his prized 1970 Charger (which she maintains and drives to this day). She hit the road soon after his funeral: The neighborhood they lived in wasn't a safe one, and there were a few occasions where her father needed to introduce would-be robbers (and potentially worse) to his good friend Mister .357 before others got the message and stayed away. But the vultures started casing their home again after word got around that the man was gone and she was the only one living there.
Having dropped out of school (which she'd never performed well in anyway), she set out for Detroit, the home base to Extreme Women's Championship Wrestling. It wasn't the largest promotion out there, but it was still ran a schedule of full-contact matches. With the addition of the hardcore element, it would pay well enough to make the extended travel and the odd jobs she had to do to keep it going worth it.
The now seventeen year old Cassandra, going by the ring name "Hack", came into the business with nothing but the heart of a brawler, which, at five foot four and one hundred pounds soaking wet, meant that she simply took a long time to squash. The one exception to this was when she met another two-fisted teenaged newcomer from the streets -- Yolanda Ruiz -- a few years later when Ruiz filled in for one of her opponents in a tag team contest. Hack was held in place while she took a knife to her forehead. An artery was severed, causing her to pass out mere minutes later from blood loss. Of all the losses she'd suffered in her time there -- and she never won a single match -- it was easily the fastest that she'd ever been put down.
The footage of her fighting on as blood squirted out of her head until her body couldn't be kept going through the power of will alone anymore, leaving behind a mess that wouldn't have been out of place at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat got her an offer from the owner of War Zone Wrestling, another hardcore promotion that also boasted mixed competition, as well as some of the brutal in the business. And with it came a lot more money than she was getting in EWCW, Hack signed on with them.
By this point in time, she'd been subjected to so many beatings that she began to enjoy them. Her no surrender, never quit attitude had won her respect in the EWCW locker room and amongst the fandom. In WZW, however, it would not be so, especially after a hot and heavy contest led to her being stripped and fucked in its aftermath. Sexfighting was not something that the promotion typically offered, but all of its matches had no disqualification, so if someone felt frisky, there was nothing to stop them if they wanted to go there.
It got them the highest ratings they ever had, so the owner made a lot of incentive for someone to get frisky with her. She'd receive extra compensation for this, and there was something about that particular mixture of sex and violence that she liked, so she went with it (although that's not to say that she didn't put up the fight that she was known for). This would alter how she was perceived both backstage and by the crowds, and not for the better. In time, she would be made known as Meat, instead of her chosen Hack. And it stuck despite her protests.
It was then that she knew that she had to start bringing more to the ring. And to that end, she started taking classes. Judo. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Good choices for someone her size. It didn't help at first, but in time, as her level of skill in the arts increased, she started putting on more heavily contested matches, able to hold her own against larger opponents now. And eventually, it would even lead her to experience the one thing that no one would ever expect her to: Victory.
But since it came about through the use of martial arts in a time where said usage was frowned upon, her popularity would only plummet further. And because of this, she axed her plans to take up a striking art as well, choosing to up her game there through experience and wit instead.
That kept the door cracked for her. And although she would always have her detractors during her five years in the promotion, she would come to see a resurgence of the fanfare she enjoyed in EWCW, earned the hard and painful way, just as it has come to her then.
Continuing to wrestle a match for another thirteen minutes with a broken leg that was the result of a missed jump from some scaffolding swung the door open, and coming back to win another with a broken neck pulled her inside.
And when she started using her engineering skills to craft vicious weapons and contraptions, sometimes while in the middle of a match, she was made a star. The brightest that WZW would ever see before it folded, despite never winning a championship. Meat, she was no longer. Now she was Cassie Hack. The Engineer. MacGalver. And after debuting the Shock Collar Deathmatch against Jessie Hellberg, who would become a longtime rival, some would also call her Rigsaw.
It was for these reasons that she would be approached by one of the heads of WZW after its last show: Marcus Townsend. He had some ideas for a new breed of wrestling that Cassie loved. Combine sexfighting with the violence that was present there, along whatever blueprints that her darkly creative mind could dream up and his funding, and Torture Porn Wrestling was born.
Cassandra would always be viewed as a co-owner, but she surrendered all booking power to him, wanting to be shedding blood and cum there in the ring no different from the rest of the talent and refusing to allow herself the temptation of using that power to boost her own career. A move that got her much respect there.
TPW was Heaven to her. She intentionally kept herself out of the title scene, but the fights and hardcore sex was fulfillment enough. The venture was very successful, even getting a mainstream television spot, albeit late-night with a tenuous position, given the degree of violence present. But they were still being viewed on television and computer screens across America and Japan.
But this sort of competition attracted some truly depraved minds, and none were more depraved than Ichi Nakamura. The man was truly a monster, being singlehandedly responsible for the company's end through the mere threat of a horrid display during the Baptized In Blood pay-per-view that would live on in infamy as the Harriet Burchill Incident.
Harriet Burchill was a ten year veteran hailing from England who wanted to test her chops in some new territory, being a technical wrestler who was known for fighting clean matches. A seeming mismatch for the kind of wrestlers seen in TPW, but she got respect for getting in the ring every week without the slightest hesitation, standing strong in the face of extreme violence.
After defeating her, Ichi handcuffed her arms and legs to the ropes in the corner, spreading the latter far apart. And with an evil grin on his face, he produced the surprise he had in a black bag: A dildo that had been wreathed in barbed wire.
Torture Porn Wrestling was a product that was created with the intention of pushing boundaries with sex and violence, but it was never meant to go that far. Fortunately, Cassie had managed to get to the ring in time to prevent him from putting it to use, taking him down with a bat that was also covered in barbed wire, but electrified. But despite those horrors never coming to being, it would be the last straw. TPW would be pulled from its television spot, and soon after, Ichi would be arrested and given a lengthy prison sentence following a violent sexual assault of a man at a gay bar, putting the company under even more crushing public scrutiny. The consensus was that a company that would employ a man like him and potentially subject wrestlers to what he'd intended and worse shouldn't be allowed to exist.
And so, TPW had met its end.
But it still had a cult following, with one of its fans being an LAW official. Seeing Cassie as blameless for the animal that Ichi Nakamura turned out to be, she reached out and made an offer, which had even included a commission for every new match type that the Engineer's mind brought to its venues.
It was a second chance that Cassie couldn't pass up.
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Cassie is a deathmatch wrestler, with all the toughness (and then some) and brawling prowess one would expect, along with some stellar high flying ability. Although she's not as flippy as a luchador, largely on account of never having been trained in that particular art of wrestling, she can still keep up, and is more daring than most: Thirty foot ladders, the tops of cages, scaffolds...There isn't much that she isn't willing to jump off of to squash the fight out of her opponents.
Grappling-wise, she doesn't do a lot of wrestling, having taken up the disciplines of Judo and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instead in order to stand a chance against foes that are larger than her. A devoted student in the arts, she's good on her feet and on the ground. That said, she doesn't like to do too much grappling with larger opponents, still, usually sticking to defensive efforts or submissions against them. She'll apply her knowledge more readily against those closer to her size, however.
Her striking is respectable, being surprisingly varied with punches, kicks, and elbows and knees especially, although delivered with some ruggedness; everything she knows in this category was self-taught.
Cassie has two main claims to fame, however. The first is her almost supernatural level of endurance. The woman's been in the business for sixteen years and spent all of it in the arena of hardcore, and it shows. She can take extensive, brutal beatings even from Heavyweights and keep on trucking afterwards. She might be slowed, but she'll keep getting up as long as she's conscious and still has at least one working leg. Some of this can be attributed to drunkenness (she often knocks back several beers on the way to the ring) but there's no significant difference when she's wrestling sober.
The second, and by no means lesser, is her absolutely diabolical creativity. She's infamous for bringing altered and crafted weaponry and other effects to the ring: Reinforced kendo sticks with well-placed weights for additional impact, baseball bats wrapped in electrified barbed wire, MMA gloves with nails sticking out of them, weed wackers with circular saws attached, boards with plentiful barbed wire attached and rigged with explosives...the list goes on.
She's also known for her improvisation, such as using wire cutters in barbed wire matches for material to make her next punch truly dangerous.
A Hentai match with Cassie will be a fight. Preferably a hardcore brawl; you'd be hard pressed to truly satisfy her sexually without some heavy violence involved in the proceedings.
All-in-all, Cassie comes to the ring looking to wreck your shit, and expects the same in return. Show her a good, bloody time, and she'll most likely treat you to a beer when it's all said and done.
Grappling-wise, she doesn't do a lot of wrestling, having taken up the disciplines of Judo and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instead in order to stand a chance against foes that are larger than her. A devoted student in the arts, she's good on her feet and on the ground. That said, she doesn't like to do too much grappling with larger opponents, still, usually sticking to defensive efforts or submissions against them. She'll apply her knowledge more readily against those closer to her size, however.
Her striking is respectable, being surprisingly varied with punches, kicks, and elbows and knees especially, although delivered with some ruggedness; everything she knows in this category was self-taught.
Cassie has two main claims to fame, however. The first is her almost supernatural level of endurance. The woman's been in the business for sixteen years and spent all of it in the arena of hardcore, and it shows. She can take extensive, brutal beatings even from Heavyweights and keep on trucking afterwards. She might be slowed, but she'll keep getting up as long as she's conscious and still has at least one working leg. Some of this can be attributed to drunkenness (she often knocks back several beers on the way to the ring) but there's no significant difference when she's wrestling sober.
The second, and by no means lesser, is her absolutely diabolical creativity. She's infamous for bringing altered and crafted weaponry and other effects to the ring: Reinforced kendo sticks with well-placed weights for additional impact, baseball bats wrapped in electrified barbed wire, MMA gloves with nails sticking out of them, weed wackers with circular saws attached, boards with plentiful barbed wire attached and rigged with explosives...the list goes on.
She's also known for her improvisation, such as using wire cutters in barbed wire matches for material to make her next punch truly dangerous.
A Hentai match with Cassie will be a fight. Preferably a hardcore brawl; you'd be hard pressed to truly satisfy her sexually without some heavy violence involved in the proceedings.
All-in-all, Cassie comes to the ring looking to wreck your shit, and expects the same in return. Show her a good, bloody time, and she'll most likely treat you to a beer when it's all said and done.
TPW (Torture Porn Wrestling) Rules
Named after the now defunct brand. A match with TPW rules has no disqualifications, with Pinfalls, Submissions, KO's, and Orgasms being the common means of victory. A Loser Gets Fucked stipulation is in effect, but whether or not it is followed is up to the victor's discretion. If a competitor has been knocked out, they will be revived before the victor can follow up.
Slaughterhouse Deathmatch
The Slaughterhouse Deathmatch, as the name states, takes place inside of an abandoned slaughterhouse, which will have weapons, medical supplies, and other materials left about. The competitors will be locked inside for the night's length, with the only means of victory being ensuring that the opponent is unconscious by the time the staff comes by to open the exits. If both competitors are still going, the doors will be closed again until that changes.
Electric Lockdown Deathmatch
An Electric Lockdown Deathmatch takes place within the confines of an electrified cage, in which several weapons will are left around. The competitors are stuck inside for a set time limit, after which the current flowing through the cage will be turned off. At that point the goal is simple: Escape.
Hellwire Deathmatch
A Hellwire Deathmatch sees the ring surrounded by heated barbed wire, with various weapons scattered about. "Rope" breaks are allowed, and if a competitor uses one to escape a pinfall or submission, it will prompt a reset into a positioning where they have the advantage, and then the match will continue.
Shock Collar Deathmatch
This match comes in two variations, with the common elements shared between them being the collars that the match is named after, which both competitors wear around their necks. The competitors enter the match with the key to their opponent's collar somewhere on their person (they can hide it wherever, except for inside of themselves), with the objective of unlocking and discarding their collars before they activate. Attempting to forcibly remove the collar will result in it activating with a stronger charge than normal, which will also electrocute the opponent, should they be the reason for its premature activation. How things progress from there is dependent on which variation of the match is underway.
Stun Trigger: When the collars activate in a Stun Trigger Shock Collar Deathmatch, the voltage is in a range befitting the name, going off at regular intervals to debilitate the wearer. The collar may still be removed after its activation, and it's after the countdown that pinfalls and submissions are counted.
Kill Trigger: Despite the menacing name, the voltage the collars release in a Kill Trigger Shock Collar Deathmatch is not enough to be fatal, but it IS enough to render the wearer (and the opponent, should they attempt to force its activation) unconscious. Whoever is left standing is declared the winner, and if both competitors fail to remove their collars in time, the match will be declared a draw.
In the event that both competitors are able to remove their collars, the match will proceed as though it were a regular deathmatch.
Stun Trigger: When the collars activate in a Stun Trigger Shock Collar Deathmatch, the voltage is in a range befitting the name, going off at regular intervals to debilitate the wearer. The collar may still be removed after its activation, and it's after the countdown that pinfalls and submissions are counted.
Kill Trigger: Despite the menacing name, the voltage the collars release in a Kill Trigger Shock Collar Deathmatch is not enough to be fatal, but it IS enough to render the wearer (and the opponent, should they attempt to force its activation) unconscious. Whoever is left standing is declared the winner, and if both competitors fail to remove their collars in time, the match will be declared a draw.
In the event that both competitors are able to remove their collars, the match will proceed as though it were a regular deathmatch.
Minefield Deathmatch
A Minefield Deathmatch takes place in a ring surrounded by boards that have barbed wire attached and are also rigged with explosives.
Porno Hostel Deathmatch
A Porno Hostel Deathmatch cannot be won through pinfall, submission, orgasm, or traditional KO. Instead, the goal is to incapacitate the opponent long enough to strap them into a chair that's waiting on the stage. There are two variants here:
The first sees the chair being more of a big instrument of pleasure (of Cassie's make), with mechanical attachments holding dildos, onaholes, and what have you, always specialized in accordance to what she wants done to her opponents. A controller will be sitting nearby, with no instructions about the machine's operation awaiting should Cassie herself be the one who ends up strapped in. The way she sees it, if she's losing a match that features one of her own creations, she deserves the mess that follows.
The second sees the chair just being something that holds whoever's strapped in in place. To the side will be a variety of toys, should there be any interest in using them.
Either way, the goal after someone is strapped in is rendering them unconscious via orgasm.
The first sees the chair being more of a big instrument of pleasure (of Cassie's make), with mechanical attachments holding dildos, onaholes, and what have you, always specialized in accordance to what she wants done to her opponents. A controller will be sitting nearby, with no instructions about the machine's operation awaiting should Cassie herself be the one who ends up strapped in. The way she sees it, if she's losing a match that features one of her own creations, she deserves the mess that follows.
The second sees the chair just being something that holds whoever's strapped in in place. To the side will be a variety of toys, should there be any interest in using them.
Either way, the goal after someone is strapped in is rendering them unconscious via orgasm.
Kombat Pit Match
A Kombat Pit match is a no disqualification bout where the ring (which may or may not have ropes) is surrounded by beds of long, razor sharp nails. The only way to win is by knockout.
Torture On The Beach Match
A Torture On The Beach match, as the name states, takes place on the beach. Deathmatch rules are in effect, and the ring is elevated just above a pool that's filled with piranhas.
Signature and Finishing Moves
Signature Moves
Ushiro Goshi
Hiza Guruma
Harai Goshi
Yoko Otoshi
Sasae Tsurikomi Ashi
Tai Otoshi
O Uchi Gari
Harai Makikomi
Morote Gari
Ura Nage
Climbing Elbow
Cassie might also leap to get more air and momentum from the elbow...
Like so, turning this into a Finishing Move.
Finishing Moves
Ranucci Shot
May also be performed when an opponent is on the ground.
Jaa Dropper
May also be performed when an opponent is on the ground, but the knees are delivered to the face.
Dragon Sleeper/Snap Dragon Clutch
Becomes the Snap Dragon Clutch (a Critical Finishing Move) when she hurls herself back into the mat, forcing the opponent to follow and their neck and spine to bend in agonizing accordance.
Like so.
Murderbomb
She's known to perform this from the turnbuckle and higher heights, turning it into a Critical Finishing Move.
Critical Finishing Moves
Diving Double Knee Drop
Superwoman Punch
Is performed with a fist that has something extra to it. Like brass knuckles, barbed wire, shards of glass, etc.
Courtenay Taylor as Jack
Relationships
Friends
- Jessie Hellberg
Family
Allies
Crushes
- Jessie Hellberg ("That woman is nutty'uh than a bukkake video, n' I love that about 'uh.")
- Bloody Mary ("I got a lotta respect fo' 'uh. She brawt pro wrestlin' to a MMA spot n' made it work despite the hate. She's as hardcowuh as they come, n' she ain't ever even picked up a cheh.")
Rivals
- Jessie Hellberg
- Yolanda Ruiz ("We only fawt one time. When ya get'cha face cut open like she did mine, though, you don't forget that shit. It's been what, ten, eleven, twelve yeeuhs? It ain't nothin' personal, but I still wanna get 'uh in the ring n' do dat shit back.")
Enemies
Lovers
- Jessie Hellberg
Family
Allies
Crushes
- Jessie Hellberg ("That woman is nutty'uh than a bukkake video, n' I love that about 'uh.")
- Bloody Mary ("I got a lotta respect fo' 'uh. She brawt pro wrestlin' to a MMA spot n' made it work despite the hate. She's as hardcowuh as they come, n' she ain't ever even picked up a cheh.")
Rivals
- Jessie Hellberg
- Yolanda Ruiz ("We only fawt one time. When ya get'cha face cut open like she did mine, though, you don't forget that shit. It's been what, ten, eleven, twelve yeeuhs? It ain't nothin' personal, but I still wanna get 'uh in the ring n' do dat shit back.")
Enemies
Lovers
