Post by hawkeye on Sept 6, 2021 15:52:44 GMT
Lights focus on a stage next to the entrance ramp. It’s set up almost like a carnival boardwalk.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQKuFDL-kos&list=PLY0l0mB2D_sLqpLdCYmtL8ojiqEGmwbGC&index=16
Shania Twain's "Ka-Ching" begins to blare over the PA of the arena as Tiffani Dubois steps out from the back. Wearing a black fur coat, gold high heels with diamond studs on the straps. She coyly keeps her coat closed as she struts to the ring the crowd booing as she brings the mic to her lips. “Okay, okay, week after week I come out to you ungrateful simps, and TRY to help you! I offer you a contest and NOBODY seems to have what it takes to win…”
TIFFANI DUBOIS
She slips through the ropes and smirks out to the crowd as they boo her loudly. “And it makes me sad. There are SO many people who this money could help.THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS can go a long way!”
The crowd still booing as she pulls out three thousand in cash, waving it at herself like a fan. “So tonight? Tonight I’ve come up with an idea. It’s something I think someone could actually win!”
She smirks and unveils her fur coat. Revealing a green and gold sports top and green and gold boyshorts. Smirking. She tosses the coat to a ring attendant. “TONIGHT! I put out an open challenge! Get in this ring, lay down and let me pin them, and you will be awarded the THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS so many have failed to win!”
She smirks, reaching down and unhooking her high heels. Stepping her bare feet onto the canvas, and smirking to the crowd. “What? Nobody brave enough to step in with me?”
One of the ring attendants walks around the ring, all the guys in attendance have their hands raised, but are passed over. Fewer female FAWN fans have their hands up, but there are some brave ladies do raise a hand. The ring attendant points to a young woman a few rows back, and she makes her way to the ring railing. After a quick conversation the ring attendant nods, and the dark haired girl smiles climbing over the ring railing.
Now the males that wanted to be selected urge the young looking woman not to trust the socialite. The young woman, climbs up on the ring apron, and moves along the ropes, wiping her sneakers off before climbing into the ring. She is wearing a floral print off the shoulders top, with long sleeves and jeans. Excited she says “Hi” to Tiffani.
MARISOL
Tiffani smirks at the contestant, looking her up and down. Hands on her hips. “So you’re up for the challenge? Tell us a little about yourself. Let the FANS know WHY you deserve three thousand dollars!”
Tiffani points the microphone at the young woman waiting for her response.
The brunette starts to speak, “I’m Marisol, I’m a big FAWN fa…”
Tiffani pulls the mic back, “You look awful young. Do you have proof, you are eighteen?”
Marisol looks taken back a bit, and nods, reaching into her back pocket and producing what looks to be a drivers license. She holds it out to show Tiffani, but the red head snatches it from her grasp and with another skeptical look at Marisol she looks at the card and says, “2002?”
For a moment fans can tell Tiffani is doing the math, but then Dubios toss the card out of the ring and says, “Okay, here is your chance to make what I can only assume is a years salary for you.”
One of the ring attendants retrieves the girls license and then takes the mic from Tiffani. Dubios turns back and points to the canvas and Marisol nods lowering herself down and then lays out on the mat with her knees slightly bent looking at the lights above.
A referee slides into the ring and is watching the “action” as Dubois stands over Marisol flexing over the young fan, as the woman lays down on the canvas. The crowd booing at this display. The hotel heiress sneers to the ref “Ring the bell!”
The ref signals and the attendant rings the bell. The crowd is disgusted by the display as Dubois comes closer to Marisol , and suddenly lifts her right foot slamming it down hard on the young woman’s abs. The crowd gasps and boos as the wind rushes from the young woman’s lungs.
Before the fan can cover up, Tiffani is slamming her bare sole repeatedly into the contestant’s abs, driving the air out of her. “YOU DON’T BELONG IN THIS RING! YOU AREN’T A PROFESSIONAL! HELL YOU AREN’T EVEN AN AMATEUR!”
She turns to her side and extends her right elbow letting herself fall hard to the fan, driving her elbow into Marisol’s sternum. Driving the wind out of her the fan goes almost limp as Tiffani sits up, smiling devilishly at the booing fans. She drags her fingers along the weakened form of her downed contestant and pushes back to her feet.
Grabbing Marisol by the hair, she drags her leading her like a dog to the ropes, and sets her on her side, by the bottom rope. Grabbing the top rope, Tiffani places her bare size seven sole to Marisol’s face. Careful not to pin the girl, she lets her foot rest a moment as she leans back on the ropes and then pushes forward, shoving the humiliated girl out of the ring. “JESUS! YOU PEOPLE CAN’T EVEN LOSE TO WIN!”
The crowd booing loudly. “ISN’T THERE ANYONE WHO CAN CHALLENGE ME?!”
The ringside personnel come to the fans aid, her bare shoulder top slipping down a bit revealing the girls is wearing a strapless bra. Marisol groans an takes a moment before allowing the FAWN crew help her up and lead her away.
Tiffani adds, “I want this to be an official FAWN match! Get someone on the roster out here! See if they are any better than the rabble that attends these shows.”
The crowd watches the socialite turn to see who the back would accept such a challenge. Tiffani watches as curious as the fans as who will push through the curtains, the wait seeming to begin to agitate the red head beauty.
The probably one of the most recognizible guitar riffs ever.
It plays four times before the drums kick in, the fifth time the sax joins. Still no one coming from the back. As the lyrics begin, when the first BBBBBAD to the Bone! Is sung Dixie Longstreet bursts out from the back, to surprising cheers of the FAWNatics.
GEORGE THOROGOOD: BAD TO THE BONE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9FyQNx8oyU
The Georgia Peach looks as sweet as her nickname, the brunette is wearing a sequins covered red and black bikini top, her Daisy Dukes has a rhinestone peach on one buttock and a UGA bulldog on the other. Holding the Daisy Dukes up is a black leather belt with a big ‘G’ red and black belt buckle, black pads and low cut wrestling shoes finishing off her attire.
DIXIE LONGSTREET
The crowd begin jeering Tiffani, as now the socialite isn’t picking on some hapless fan, Dixie will teach the red head a lesson in their minds. Dixie rolls under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. Walking over to Dubios, Longstreet snatches the mic from Tiff and says, “I’ll take your yankee money!”
The crowd were sure Dixie was here to teach the stuck up Dubios a lesson, but it seems the southern has greed on her mind.
Tiffani smirks, looking Dixie up and down. She stands her ground, almost chest to chest with Dixie. “You understand this will be an official FAWN match….” Dixie nods to her. “And that you will get THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS to lay down in the center of this ring and let me pin you?”
The Georgian Peach nods again. “Looks like the Southern Rassler actually has some brains! Ring the bell, ref!”
Tiffani hands over the microphone as the ref signals the bell. Smirking, Tiffani snaps her finger and points at the mat.
Longstreet watches the redhead closely, but she lowers herself, first to a seat on the canvas, then lays back with her shoulders on the canvas and waits for Tiffani.
Tiffani again lifts her right foot, teasing she may simply step on Dixie, but then laughs and shakes her head “no”, the crowd a chorus of boos, as Tiffany lowers herself to the canvas. Laying her back to Dixie’s abs, she hooks the southern woman’s right leg and brings it in close.
She lets her right arm rest on Dixie’s chest and signals the ref, who slides into position checking Dixie’s shoulders…. And begins slapping the canvas.
“ONE!....”
the crowd booing loudly as Tiffani smirks, drumming her fingers on Longstreet’s thigh.
“TWO!”
The referee’s hand comes up for the final time, and starts down, Dixie jolts.
KICKOUT!
The brunette popping up on to her boots a few feet from Tiffani
The crowd going wild as Longstreet breaks the pin, the redheaded socialite pushing to her feet, glaring, shocked, confused and furious with her southern opponent.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Hands on her hips, Dixie smirks at Tiffani.
“Ya’ll need to give me my money Yank! Ya'll said I had to let ya'll pin me, Not fer how long!"
The crowd popping wildly as Dixie found a loophole in Tiffani’s game becoming the first person to win one of Dubois’ challenges. Tiffani’s eyes flash with anger as she pulls her right hand back and launches it hard against Dixie’s right cheek, causing some spittle to fly out of her mouth.
“You dumb hick! Anyone knows it’s not a pin if it doesn’t last for three! YOU LOSE!”
Dixie holds her cheek for a moment, then looks back at Tiffani with all the hatred a Southern can muster for a carpetbagger. Longstreet shouts and swings a right hook or a clothesline at Dubios’s head. The crowd going wild as the Socialite stumbles backwards from the impact, seeing stars, and falling to her right knee.
As the green and gold clad woman starts to stand, Dixie backs into Tiffani and pulls her chin over the Georgian’s shoulder. It’s unclear if Tiffani knows the danger she’s in, but the crowd does as Longstreet leaps. Going over Dubios in a backwards flip Dixie hits her Flight of the Freebirds on the socialite.
FLIGHT OF THE FREEBIRDS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpdcOnfgEBI
The crowd roaring as the redhead is slammed into the canvas. Dixie rolling over and seeing Tiffani down and nearly out, walks over picking up the three grand and starts leaving the ring. The wad of cash not fitting into her outfit in one place, Dixie starts splitting it up, some in each back pocket, some in each cup of her top. The crowd cheering the Georgian on as she is still left with a few bills, that go down the front of her Daisy Duke’s.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQKuFDL-kos&list=PLY0l0mB2D_sLqpLdCYmtL8ojiqEGmwbGC&index=16
Shania Twain's "Ka-Ching" begins to blare over the PA of the arena as Tiffani Dubois steps out from the back. Wearing a black fur coat, gold high heels with diamond studs on the straps. She coyly keeps her coat closed as she struts to the ring the crowd booing as she brings the mic to her lips. “Okay, okay, week after week I come out to you ungrateful simps, and TRY to help you! I offer you a contest and NOBODY seems to have what it takes to win…”
TIFFANI DUBOIS
She slips through the ropes and smirks out to the crowd as they boo her loudly. “And it makes me sad. There are SO many people who this money could help.THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS can go a long way!”
The crowd still booing as she pulls out three thousand in cash, waving it at herself like a fan. “So tonight? Tonight I’ve come up with an idea. It’s something I think someone could actually win!”
She smirks and unveils her fur coat. Revealing a green and gold sports top and green and gold boyshorts. Smirking. She tosses the coat to a ring attendant. “TONIGHT! I put out an open challenge! Get in this ring, lay down and let me pin them, and you will be awarded the THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS so many have failed to win!”
She smirks, reaching down and unhooking her high heels. Stepping her bare feet onto the canvas, and smirking to the crowd. “What? Nobody brave enough to step in with me?”
One of the ring attendants walks around the ring, all the guys in attendance have their hands raised, but are passed over. Fewer female FAWN fans have their hands up, but there are some brave ladies do raise a hand. The ring attendant points to a young woman a few rows back, and she makes her way to the ring railing. After a quick conversation the ring attendant nods, and the dark haired girl smiles climbing over the ring railing.
Now the males that wanted to be selected urge the young looking woman not to trust the socialite. The young woman, climbs up on the ring apron, and moves along the ropes, wiping her sneakers off before climbing into the ring. She is wearing a floral print off the shoulders top, with long sleeves and jeans. Excited she says “Hi” to Tiffani.
MARISOL
Tiffani smirks at the contestant, looking her up and down. Hands on her hips. “So you’re up for the challenge? Tell us a little about yourself. Let the FANS know WHY you deserve three thousand dollars!”
Tiffani points the microphone at the young woman waiting for her response.
The brunette starts to speak, “I’m Marisol, I’m a big FAWN fa…”
Tiffani pulls the mic back, “You look awful young. Do you have proof, you are eighteen?”
Marisol looks taken back a bit, and nods, reaching into her back pocket and producing what looks to be a drivers license. She holds it out to show Tiffani, but the red head snatches it from her grasp and with another skeptical look at Marisol she looks at the card and says, “2002?”
For a moment fans can tell Tiffani is doing the math, but then Dubios toss the card out of the ring and says, “Okay, here is your chance to make what I can only assume is a years salary for you.”
One of the ring attendants retrieves the girls license and then takes the mic from Tiffani. Dubios turns back and points to the canvas and Marisol nods lowering herself down and then lays out on the mat with her knees slightly bent looking at the lights above.
A referee slides into the ring and is watching the “action” as Dubois stands over Marisol flexing over the young fan, as the woman lays down on the canvas. The crowd booing at this display. The hotel heiress sneers to the ref “Ring the bell!”
The ref signals and the attendant rings the bell. The crowd is disgusted by the display as Dubois comes closer to Marisol , and suddenly lifts her right foot slamming it down hard on the young woman’s abs. The crowd gasps and boos as the wind rushes from the young woman’s lungs.
Before the fan can cover up, Tiffani is slamming her bare sole repeatedly into the contestant’s abs, driving the air out of her. “YOU DON’T BELONG IN THIS RING! YOU AREN’T A PROFESSIONAL! HELL YOU AREN’T EVEN AN AMATEUR!”
She turns to her side and extends her right elbow letting herself fall hard to the fan, driving her elbow into Marisol’s sternum. Driving the wind out of her the fan goes almost limp as Tiffani sits up, smiling devilishly at the booing fans. She drags her fingers along the weakened form of her downed contestant and pushes back to her feet.
Grabbing Marisol by the hair, she drags her leading her like a dog to the ropes, and sets her on her side, by the bottom rope. Grabbing the top rope, Tiffani places her bare size seven sole to Marisol’s face. Careful not to pin the girl, she lets her foot rest a moment as she leans back on the ropes and then pushes forward, shoving the humiliated girl out of the ring. “JESUS! YOU PEOPLE CAN’T EVEN LOSE TO WIN!”
The crowd booing loudly. “ISN’T THERE ANYONE WHO CAN CHALLENGE ME?!”
The ringside personnel come to the fans aid, her bare shoulder top slipping down a bit revealing the girls is wearing a strapless bra. Marisol groans an takes a moment before allowing the FAWN crew help her up and lead her away.
Tiffani adds, “I want this to be an official FAWN match! Get someone on the roster out here! See if they are any better than the rabble that attends these shows.”
The crowd watches the socialite turn to see who the back would accept such a challenge. Tiffani watches as curious as the fans as who will push through the curtains, the wait seeming to begin to agitate the red head beauty.
The probably one of the most recognizible guitar riffs ever.
It plays four times before the drums kick in, the fifth time the sax joins. Still no one coming from the back. As the lyrics begin, when the first BBBBBAD to the Bone! Is sung Dixie Longstreet bursts out from the back, to surprising cheers of the FAWNatics.
GEORGE THOROGOOD: BAD TO THE BONE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9FyQNx8oyU
The Georgia Peach looks as sweet as her nickname, the brunette is wearing a sequins covered red and black bikini top, her Daisy Dukes has a rhinestone peach on one buttock and a UGA bulldog on the other. Holding the Daisy Dukes up is a black leather belt with a big ‘G’ red and black belt buckle, black pads and low cut wrestling shoes finishing off her attire.
DIXIE LONGSTREET
The crowd begin jeering Tiffani, as now the socialite isn’t picking on some hapless fan, Dixie will teach the red head a lesson in their minds. Dixie rolls under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. Walking over to Dubios, Longstreet snatches the mic from Tiff and says, “I’ll take your yankee money!”
The crowd were sure Dixie was here to teach the stuck up Dubios a lesson, but it seems the southern has greed on her mind.
Tiffani smirks, looking Dixie up and down. She stands her ground, almost chest to chest with Dixie. “You understand this will be an official FAWN match….” Dixie nods to her. “And that you will get THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS to lay down in the center of this ring and let me pin you?”
The Georgian Peach nods again. “Looks like the Southern Rassler actually has some brains! Ring the bell, ref!”
Tiffani hands over the microphone as the ref signals the bell. Smirking, Tiffani snaps her finger and points at the mat.
Longstreet watches the redhead closely, but she lowers herself, first to a seat on the canvas, then lays back with her shoulders on the canvas and waits for Tiffani.
Tiffani again lifts her right foot, teasing she may simply step on Dixie, but then laughs and shakes her head “no”, the crowd a chorus of boos, as Tiffany lowers herself to the canvas. Laying her back to Dixie’s abs, she hooks the southern woman’s right leg and brings it in close.
She lets her right arm rest on Dixie’s chest and signals the ref, who slides into position checking Dixie’s shoulders…. And begins slapping the canvas.
“ONE!....”
the crowd booing loudly as Tiffani smirks, drumming her fingers on Longstreet’s thigh.
“TWO!”
The referee’s hand comes up for the final time, and starts down, Dixie jolts.
KICKOUT!
The brunette popping up on to her boots a few feet from Tiffani
The crowd going wild as Longstreet breaks the pin, the redheaded socialite pushing to her feet, glaring, shocked, confused and furious with her southern opponent.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Hands on her hips, Dixie smirks at Tiffani.
“Ya’ll need to give me my money Yank! Ya'll said I had to let ya'll pin me, Not fer how long!"
The crowd popping wildly as Dixie found a loophole in Tiffani’s game becoming the first person to win one of Dubois’ challenges. Tiffani’s eyes flash with anger as she pulls her right hand back and launches it hard against Dixie’s right cheek, causing some spittle to fly out of her mouth.
“You dumb hick! Anyone knows it’s not a pin if it doesn’t last for three! YOU LOSE!”
Dixie holds her cheek for a moment, then looks back at Tiffani with all the hatred a Southern can muster for a carpetbagger. Longstreet shouts and swings a right hook or a clothesline at Dubios’s head. The crowd going wild as the Socialite stumbles backwards from the impact, seeing stars, and falling to her right knee.
As the green and gold clad woman starts to stand, Dixie backs into Tiffani and pulls her chin over the Georgian’s shoulder. It’s unclear if Tiffani knows the danger she’s in, but the crowd does as Longstreet leaps. Going over Dubios in a backwards flip Dixie hits her Flight of the Freebirds on the socialite.
FLIGHT OF THE FREEBIRDS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpdcOnfgEBI
The crowd roaring as the redhead is slammed into the canvas. Dixie rolling over and seeing Tiffani down and nearly out, walks over picking up the three grand and starts leaving the ring. The wad of cash not fitting into her outfit in one place, Dixie starts splitting it up, some in each back pocket, some in each cup of her top. The crowd cheering the Georgian on as she is still left with a few bills, that go down the front of her Daisy Duke’s.