Post by hawkeye on Aug 8, 2022 23:54:42 GMT
Ariane Jones 
Ariane grabbed a few handfuls of grapes and some of her home cooked brisket from the table at FAWN’s catering. One of the many wrestlers in the back saw her in the line and caught her attention.
“Hey cowgirl! What’s the difference between a medium rare and well done steak?”
The redhead knew what was coming before the punchline was delivered. “Let me guess…three seconds?”
The table of women burst out laughing as Ariane decided to forego grabbing anything else, she did have a match that evening against the reigning Intercontinental champion and didn’t want to get sick during it, after all, and just looked around for a table far away from others. It had been a few months since her humiliating defeat at the hands of Rue Ann, and the “Three Second” jokes hadn’t let up at all.
She was sure Rue Ann had something to do with that.
The Dakotan noticed somebody waving at her across the room, and smiled when she saw who it was and made a beeline for Kanako.
Kanako Akiyama:
“Hey, Ariane!” Kanako called to her girlfriend with a wide smile as she approached, “It’s been awhile, how’ve you been?”
A half-hearted smile greeted the question as she sat down opposite Kanako facing catering. “About as well as I can be. Got a match today, but how have you been? Any matches I haven’t heard about lately?”
Kanako shook her head, a frustrated frown on her face, “No, I think management has me and Trixie on the back burner until Grimm and Black return from their European tour…”
“Understandable. Y’all have quite the rivalry going on, so I imagine the build up for you two thrashing ‘em when they get back from Europe will be a big hit.” Ariane popped a couple grapes back before continuing on with a few more questions, just shooting the breeze when several loud cackles and laughter distracted her from nearby.
“What is this stuff?”
“I don’t know, it looks disgusting. Is it undercooked spam or something?”
The cackling drew Ariane’s curiosity, and she looked up to see two women poking at the container of brisket that she had brought to catering for everyone. Kanako simply rolled her eyes, knowing instantly whom those voices belonged to.
ALISON ADDISON:
PIPER SEXTON:
“Wait, what the hell?!” Piper shrieked, “It’s PINK in the middle!”
“Hey, yeah!” Alison gasped before shouting at the caterer, “HEY!! What are you trying to do, poison us?!”Y
Ariane placed her head in her hands and groaned. “Seriously? Have those two ever had decent meat in their life? Of course it’s slightly pink in the center. That’s the best brisket! And I’ve never made a bad batch of brisket in my life so those two ingrates who don’t know a fine cut of beef from celery can shove it up their-”
Unfortunately for the cowgirl turned wrestler, her frustrations of the day had made her voice raise so that when she looked up at Kanako, her friend was staring at her. She looked around, noticing that everyone else was looking at her as well.
“Ah great…”
“You got something to say, hick?” Alison shouted at Ariane.
“Yeah! Why don’t you say it to our face, bitch!” Piper squawked, safely behind Alison.
Kanako could sense Ariane was about to do just that, and so she put a hand on top of hers. “Don’t,” she advised, “they’re just trying to bait you.”
Nodding, Ariane sent a bashful smile towards her friend. “Yeah…I know. Though I did lose my temper and caused a scene, so, I probably should apologize. Just…that’s my grandpapy’s recipe and it has won more awards at county fairs than could fill this room. I’m darn proud of it. Reckon I let my ego get the best of me and I can’t have that!” Gotta be the bigger woman and all that… she thought.
She went to stand, and noticing Kanako outstretching her hand to stop her, calmed her. “I ain’t picking a fight, just apologizing. I’m gonna be the bigger woman like my mama always taught me to be.” Kanako shook her head as she watched Ariane walk towards them, facepalming as she could see what’s about to happen a mile away.
“What are ya, deaf as well as stupid?!” Alison barked at Ariane as she made her way over to them, “I SAID if you got something to say, say it to our face!”
“Actually, I was the one that - “
“Not now, Pipes!” Alison cut her partner off and smirked smugly as she got face to face with Ariane, “Well? We’re waiting!”
“Just wanted to come over here and apologize. That’s all.” Ariane offered her hand out to the two, even though she was still inwardly fuming from the comment about her brisket being spam.
She would have continued, but Alison put her hand in Ariane’s face. “Hold it, redneck. Pipes, do you have a dictionary? I can’t understand what this hick is saying? We need to translate from Dumb-ish to American.”
Ariane was left speechless, her hand extended but her jaw dropped.
Alison squinted as she looked closer at the cowgirl turned wrestler. “Heeeeeyyy, wait a second! You look familiar, now that I think of it. Yeah, aren’t you that loser that McKenna beat in like three seconds?” Both she and Piper broke into mocking laughter, “Wow! You gotta be a special kind of stupid to let that hillbilly get the drop on you!”
Ariane grit her teeth, instantly regretting coming over. “...yeah. That’s me. Now, are ya accepting the apology or not?” Kanako, you definitely were right…
Alison looked over at Piper and giggled. “Pipes, did you understand any of that? I’m not fluent in Loser.” The two broke out into a hysterical fit of laughter, at which Ariane withdrew her hand and turned to walk back to her seat when a comment halted her in her tracks.
“I guess losers can’t speak American or cook proper food. Let’s throw all that garbage spam out in the trash before someone gets salmon-edna from it.”
Ariane whirled around on the two, shoving her finger directly into Alison’s face. “Now don’t you dare touch that brisket! I cooked it over the past two days to get that ready for all y’all!”
Alison flinched slightly at the sudden movement, but recovered quickly enough before anyone took notice, “Look at this, Piper!” she chuckled and grinned smugly, “Looks like “Country Dumb” here is asking us to kick her ass all over catering!”
“Yeah,” Piper answered, grinning evilly, “That’s what I heard too!” The pair of them began closing in on Ariane when a voice came from behind the cowgirl.
“Do we have a problem here?” The sound of Kanako’s voice, along with seeing the Japanese girl come around Ariane to stand between them, her face scowling threateningly, made the Sorority Sisters back up a step, their demeanor instantly changing from menacing to meek.
“Oh, is that how it is, cowgirl?” Alison finally found her voice and yelled out to the redhead, “You gonna just hide behind your little girlfriend here?! Let her fight your fights for you, since you’re too feeble to do it yourself!”
“Addison…” Kanako growled as she cracked her neck and her knuckles, before feeling a hand on her shoulder.
It was Ariane, who subtly pulled Kanako back behind her with a knowing look, before glaring at the Sorority Sisters. “Addi, can I call ya Addi?”
“No, you can’t ca-”
“Great, so, Addi, I know y’all think I can’t fight, cook or sound like an idiot as well as you two can. And I definitely know that I’m not nearly as dumb as y’all are.”
“Yeah!” Piper yelled out from behind Alison. “You could never beat our dumbness!”
The cafeteria broke out into snickers, as Alison facepalmed. “Pipes, leave the talking to me.”
Ariane grinned. “Now, now, Addi. I don’t want to go taking your idiocy crown. That’s a title I ain’t prepared to take. However, I am more than prepared to take y’all down a notch and serve y’all up a slice of Humble Pie. That might be some food that’s more up your alley. So what do y’all say to a handicap match. Me versus you two?”
Kanako’s eyes went wide and she raised an eyebrow, “Ariane, what are you doing?”
“Keep out of this, rice farmer!” Alison barked at a glowering Kanako before turning back to Ariane, “Are you serious?! You couldn’t beat Rue Ann McKenna by herself! What makes you think you can beat both of us at the same time?”
"Getting squished by a cow is one thing, girls," Ariane shot back. "But I think y'all have forgotten I fought Kanako to a standstill, while you two were reduced to sniveling piles of cow dung when you faced her. So I think I can take you two and be home in time for dinner."
She turned back to face Kanako. "Don’t worry, hun, I can take these varmints, no problem." She offered a wink as a goodwill gesture to her friend, before turning back to the two sorority sisters. "So, think y'all cowpies could stand up to a cowgirl?"
Alison glared at Ariane, “You just signed your own death warrant, bitch,” she growled. “See you at Slaybor Day, redneck. Be grateful we’re giving you an extra month to live!”
“Fine,” Kanako growled back, “Challenge made and accepted. Now step off before things get…violent!” Knowing the Modern Day Ronin’s penchant for violence firsthand, Phi Theta Tappa backed away slowly, but not without a parting shot.
“You better be ready for the beating of your life, chump! We’re going to expose you and your over-inflated tits for the jobber that you are!” Alison shouted from the doorway before taking her leave.
Ariane glared after their retreating forms, finally letting out a breath after they disappeared. "Those no good…chumps!! My brisket is just fine and my tits ain't fake…" The fuming redhead stormed back to her seat, grabbing a few grapes and tossing them back. "I should just get them both in the ring at the same time so I can show em both how wrong they are…"
“Your brisket is more than fine, Ariane,” Kanako said soothingly as she followed her back to their table, rubbing her back. “It’s great! And don’t let those chuckleheads get inside your head. Mind games are one of their few strengths. I hope you know what you’re doing, sweet girl.”
Ariane nodded. "I think I do. Those two don't strike me as Rue Ann level, let alone your level, so I think I can handle them. Even if we make it a tornado handicap, I reckon I could take 'em. So don't go worrying your pretty little head over this match."
“I always worry about the people I care about, Ariane,” Kanako answered and then kissed her on the cheek, “I’d feel better about it if you spent some time training with me so that I can get you ready for them.”
"That works for me," Ariane replied with a smile. "I know with y'alls training I could easily take 'em on. Heck, with y'alls training, I know I could take them both on at the same time." Ariane was beaming, 100% certain that she could beat the two who insulted her brisket.
Kanako smiles and nods, “They won’t know what hit ‘em!” she assured her girlfriend.
Ariane nodded, though jolted and looked at her phone. “Dang it, I need to prep for tonight’s match! It’s in just a few hours!” The cowgirl scarfed down a couple more grapes, placed a kiss on Kanako’s forehead before dashing off to the locker rooms to get into her ring gear.
Ariane grabbed a few handfuls of grapes and some of her home cooked brisket from the table at FAWN’s catering. One of the many wrestlers in the back saw her in the line and caught her attention.
“Hey cowgirl! What’s the difference between a medium rare and well done steak?”
The redhead knew what was coming before the punchline was delivered. “Let me guess…three seconds?”
The table of women burst out laughing as Ariane decided to forego grabbing anything else, she did have a match that evening against the reigning Intercontinental champion and didn’t want to get sick during it, after all, and just looked around for a table far away from others. It had been a few months since her humiliating defeat at the hands of Rue Ann, and the “Three Second” jokes hadn’t let up at all.
She was sure Rue Ann had something to do with that.
The Dakotan noticed somebody waving at her across the room, and smiled when she saw who it was and made a beeline for Kanako.
Kanako Akiyama:
“Hey, Ariane!” Kanako called to her girlfriend with a wide smile as she approached, “It’s been awhile, how’ve you been?”
A half-hearted smile greeted the question as she sat down opposite Kanako facing catering. “About as well as I can be. Got a match today, but how have you been? Any matches I haven’t heard about lately?”
Kanako shook her head, a frustrated frown on her face, “No, I think management has me and Trixie on the back burner until Grimm and Black return from their European tour…”
“Understandable. Y’all have quite the rivalry going on, so I imagine the build up for you two thrashing ‘em when they get back from Europe will be a big hit.” Ariane popped a couple grapes back before continuing on with a few more questions, just shooting the breeze when several loud cackles and laughter distracted her from nearby.
“What is this stuff?”
“I don’t know, it looks disgusting. Is it undercooked spam or something?”
The cackling drew Ariane’s curiosity, and she looked up to see two women poking at the container of brisket that she had brought to catering for everyone. Kanako simply rolled her eyes, knowing instantly whom those voices belonged to.
ALISON ADDISON:
PIPER SEXTON:
“Wait, what the hell?!” Piper shrieked, “It’s PINK in the middle!”
“Hey, yeah!” Alison gasped before shouting at the caterer, “HEY!! What are you trying to do, poison us?!”Y
Ariane placed her head in her hands and groaned. “Seriously? Have those two ever had decent meat in their life? Of course it’s slightly pink in the center. That’s the best brisket! And I’ve never made a bad batch of brisket in my life so those two ingrates who don’t know a fine cut of beef from celery can shove it up their-”
Unfortunately for the cowgirl turned wrestler, her frustrations of the day had made her voice raise so that when she looked up at Kanako, her friend was staring at her. She looked around, noticing that everyone else was looking at her as well.
“Ah great…”
“You got something to say, hick?” Alison shouted at Ariane.
“Yeah! Why don’t you say it to our face, bitch!” Piper squawked, safely behind Alison.
Kanako could sense Ariane was about to do just that, and so she put a hand on top of hers. “Don’t,” she advised, “they’re just trying to bait you.”
Nodding, Ariane sent a bashful smile towards her friend. “Yeah…I know. Though I did lose my temper and caused a scene, so, I probably should apologize. Just…that’s my grandpapy’s recipe and it has won more awards at county fairs than could fill this room. I’m darn proud of it. Reckon I let my ego get the best of me and I can’t have that!” Gotta be the bigger woman and all that… she thought.
She went to stand, and noticing Kanako outstretching her hand to stop her, calmed her. “I ain’t picking a fight, just apologizing. I’m gonna be the bigger woman like my mama always taught me to be.” Kanako shook her head as she watched Ariane walk towards them, facepalming as she could see what’s about to happen a mile away.
“What are ya, deaf as well as stupid?!” Alison barked at Ariane as she made her way over to them, “I SAID if you got something to say, say it to our face!”
“Actually, I was the one that - “
“Not now, Pipes!” Alison cut her partner off and smirked smugly as she got face to face with Ariane, “Well? We’re waiting!”
“Just wanted to come over here and apologize. That’s all.” Ariane offered her hand out to the two, even though she was still inwardly fuming from the comment about her brisket being spam.
She would have continued, but Alison put her hand in Ariane’s face. “Hold it, redneck. Pipes, do you have a dictionary? I can’t understand what this hick is saying? We need to translate from Dumb-ish to American.”
Ariane was left speechless, her hand extended but her jaw dropped.
Alison squinted as she looked closer at the cowgirl turned wrestler. “Heeeeeyyy, wait a second! You look familiar, now that I think of it. Yeah, aren’t you that loser that McKenna beat in like three seconds?” Both she and Piper broke into mocking laughter, “Wow! You gotta be a special kind of stupid to let that hillbilly get the drop on you!”
Ariane grit her teeth, instantly regretting coming over. “...yeah. That’s me. Now, are ya accepting the apology or not?” Kanako, you definitely were right…
Alison looked over at Piper and giggled. “Pipes, did you understand any of that? I’m not fluent in Loser.” The two broke out into a hysterical fit of laughter, at which Ariane withdrew her hand and turned to walk back to her seat when a comment halted her in her tracks.
“I guess losers can’t speak American or cook proper food. Let’s throw all that garbage spam out in the trash before someone gets salmon-edna from it.”
Ariane whirled around on the two, shoving her finger directly into Alison’s face. “Now don’t you dare touch that brisket! I cooked it over the past two days to get that ready for all y’all!”
Alison flinched slightly at the sudden movement, but recovered quickly enough before anyone took notice, “Look at this, Piper!” she chuckled and grinned smugly, “Looks like “Country Dumb” here is asking us to kick her ass all over catering!”
“Yeah,” Piper answered, grinning evilly, “That’s what I heard too!” The pair of them began closing in on Ariane when a voice came from behind the cowgirl.
“Do we have a problem here?” The sound of Kanako’s voice, along with seeing the Japanese girl come around Ariane to stand between them, her face scowling threateningly, made the Sorority Sisters back up a step, their demeanor instantly changing from menacing to meek.
“Oh, is that how it is, cowgirl?” Alison finally found her voice and yelled out to the redhead, “You gonna just hide behind your little girlfriend here?! Let her fight your fights for you, since you’re too feeble to do it yourself!”
“Addison…” Kanako growled as she cracked her neck and her knuckles, before feeling a hand on her shoulder.
It was Ariane, who subtly pulled Kanako back behind her with a knowing look, before glaring at the Sorority Sisters. “Addi, can I call ya Addi?”
“No, you can’t ca-”
“Great, so, Addi, I know y’all think I can’t fight, cook or sound like an idiot as well as you two can. And I definitely know that I’m not nearly as dumb as y’all are.”
“Yeah!” Piper yelled out from behind Alison. “You could never beat our dumbness!”
The cafeteria broke out into snickers, as Alison facepalmed. “Pipes, leave the talking to me.”
Ariane grinned. “Now, now, Addi. I don’t want to go taking your idiocy crown. That’s a title I ain’t prepared to take. However, I am more than prepared to take y’all down a notch and serve y’all up a slice of Humble Pie. That might be some food that’s more up your alley. So what do y’all say to a handicap match. Me versus you two?”
Kanako’s eyes went wide and she raised an eyebrow, “Ariane, what are you doing?”
“Keep out of this, rice farmer!” Alison barked at a glowering Kanako before turning back to Ariane, “Are you serious?! You couldn’t beat Rue Ann McKenna by herself! What makes you think you can beat both of us at the same time?”
"Getting squished by a cow is one thing, girls," Ariane shot back. "But I think y'all have forgotten I fought Kanako to a standstill, while you two were reduced to sniveling piles of cow dung when you faced her. So I think I can take you two and be home in time for dinner."
She turned back to face Kanako. "Don’t worry, hun, I can take these varmints, no problem." She offered a wink as a goodwill gesture to her friend, before turning back to the two sorority sisters. "So, think y'all cowpies could stand up to a cowgirl?"
Alison glared at Ariane, “You just signed your own death warrant, bitch,” she growled. “See you at Slaybor Day, redneck. Be grateful we’re giving you an extra month to live!”
“Fine,” Kanako growled back, “Challenge made and accepted. Now step off before things get…violent!” Knowing the Modern Day Ronin’s penchant for violence firsthand, Phi Theta Tappa backed away slowly, but not without a parting shot.
“You better be ready for the beating of your life, chump! We’re going to expose you and your over-inflated tits for the jobber that you are!” Alison shouted from the doorway before taking her leave.
Ariane glared after their retreating forms, finally letting out a breath after they disappeared. "Those no good…chumps!! My brisket is just fine and my tits ain't fake…" The fuming redhead stormed back to her seat, grabbing a few grapes and tossing them back. "I should just get them both in the ring at the same time so I can show em both how wrong they are…"
“Your brisket is more than fine, Ariane,” Kanako said soothingly as she followed her back to their table, rubbing her back. “It’s great! And don’t let those chuckleheads get inside your head. Mind games are one of their few strengths. I hope you know what you’re doing, sweet girl.”
Ariane nodded. "I think I do. Those two don't strike me as Rue Ann level, let alone your level, so I think I can handle them. Even if we make it a tornado handicap, I reckon I could take 'em. So don't go worrying your pretty little head over this match."
“I always worry about the people I care about, Ariane,” Kanako answered and then kissed her on the cheek, “I’d feel better about it if you spent some time training with me so that I can get you ready for them.”
"That works for me," Ariane replied with a smile. "I know with y'alls training I could easily take 'em on. Heck, with y'alls training, I know I could take them both on at the same time." Ariane was beaming, 100% certain that she could beat the two who insulted her brisket.
Kanako smiles and nods, “They won’t know what hit ‘em!” she assured her girlfriend.
Ariane nodded, though jolted and looked at her phone. “Dang it, I need to prep for tonight’s match! It’s in just a few hours!” The cowgirl scarfed down a couple more grapes, placed a kiss on Kanako’s forehead before dashing off to the locker rooms to get into her ring gear.