BEEF OVER BRISKET
The same day FAWN has their Red, White and Bruised PPV, the Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling has a fan meet and greet that served as a great primer to a night of wrestling action. After getting an autograph and a t-shirt, the lucky fans get to party with the LAW roster at the club if they can't afford a ticket to FAWN's premium live event.
LAW's inarguably most popular star, Danica Dadal is wearing her clubbing best and striding with purpose down the halls of FAWN's backstage. The
Click! Clack! of her high heels echo ominously against the walls as she searches for either her ex-tag partner, Victoria Hackenschmidt, or that southern hussy, Ariane Jones.
DANICA DADAL
"Where is she…..?"
'Daddy' Dadal growls as she storms through the hallways like a woman twice her size. Her cleavage bared enticingly in low-cut dress wobbles in time with her steps calculatedly meant to reduce Victoria to a puddle of insecurity and lust. Danica planned this to be a night of playful teasing(bullying) before they face each other for the IC title. But that changed when Danica saw The Knight’s match on a tv screen in the bar; Victoria was victorious, as expected, Victoria having such chemistry with that filthy, farm-raised redhead!
Danica and Victoria’s ‘friendship’ was confusing to most, especially Victoria! Given their tag team’s violent breakup, kicking the bigger blonde out of their shared apartment and jugging her out at every opportunity, Danica would consider her former mentor an enemy. Quite the opposite; this was all in seeking Danica’s self-actualization, overcoming ingrained self-defeating thought patterns and habits to become the ass kicker she knew she could be. Hackenschmidt being routinely humiliated was just an unavoidable consequence; Danica loved her like an anime step sister! She 100% believes they’ll get as close as they used to be, just with a different dynamic. And no one’s getting in the way of that!
“Arreeanne… What kind of stupid name is that?”
Danica grumbles to herself as she shoves a Key grip into a vending machine. He was too busy drooling at her bouncing chest to scurry out of the way like the other employees. The near rabid Polish Pitbull doesn’t realize it, but she’s close to finding both her targets at the same time.
……………………
ARIANE SOPHIE JONES
“Ice…is nice…”
Ariane lay on the sofa in the rather luxurious for being a ‘locker room’, locker room. After her match against Victoria Hackenschmidt, she’d made a beeline for FAWN infirmary to grab as many bags of ice as she could. Kanako had met her mid-way, armed with a bag of ice and several compliments about her performance.
“You’ll always be my champion,” had been the redhead’s favorite of the night so far. Sometimes winning wasn’t everything, after all.
She had let Kanako lead her to the locker room, settled down with this bag of ice for her face, and relaxed as Kanako left to grab more ice and some food from catering. The cowgirl reached up and touched her cheek, wincing, before placing the ice back over it.
Yep, that was definitely gonna be a bruise in the morning.
While alone, she considered everything that had happened in the lead-up to the match, wondering why she had been picked as the Giant German’s opponent when her reputation was much lower than so many others here at FAWN.
“Least I almost got her,” was the thought, spoken aloud, she settled on. She’d done her best, fought her hardest, and had gotten the audience on their feet. Couldn’t of asked for more from a match.
Well, she could have, but she would need a lot more practice and strength to get to that point in her career.
She barely heard the first knock at the door, though easily heard the second set.
“Come on in, ain’t my room so no need ta knock.”
Coming in politely through the door and holding a large Tupperware container with a chunk of finely cooked brisket inside is the Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
The dominant, Destroyer class wrestler enters far more timidly than exp[ected considering she beat Ariane in a title defence merely two hours before; Victoria holds up her leftovers with a small smile and gives them a little shake. The still warm meat rattles against the foggy sides of the Tupperware.
“I was told by catering you cooked this? I had a bite after the doctors cleared me to leave, and I’m saving the rest for later.”
The Cowgirl sits up beaming, still pressing the ice pack to her face. After interacting with those vile PTT gals earlier, Ariane was worried she’d regret cooking that brisket and that the bad memory would associate with the dish. Now she’ll have a good memory to balance it out.
“Thank you so much!! I was worried how folks would take to it. What did ya think? Love it? Want some more of it? I can take ya back to my place and give ya some more of it.” Ariane laughed a bit at the last part, noticing a slight red tinge on her friend’s face. The reason flew over her head, especially with how excited she was to know somebody else had enjoyed her brisket.
Trying her best to avoid the innuendo-laced sentence,
How could she possibly not notice that?, Victoria did her best to change the subject somewhat from going to the cowgirl’s home.
“How do you prepare your luscious brisket for devouring? It is quite tender and moist. I haven’t eaten anything like it before.”
Outside the door, Danica’s jaw dropped.
“Oh, bit of a family prized secret that is,” Ariane said with a chuckle. “First, you have to find the best cut of meat on the market. No sloppy seconds or thirsty thirds. Gotta make sure it’s not too lean, and has fat in all the right places, you get what I’m saying?”
Inside the room, Victoria nodded slowly, somewhat unsure of what the cowgirl was meaning, but knew it had to be about the cut of meat for the brisket.
Outside the room, Danica was fuming.
How dare this insolent little wretch talk about MY Victoria like that? Like…a chunk of meat?” It was taking all of her willpower to not make a scene in front of Victoria. That would ruin all her plans.She’d just have to wait and listen…“So,” Ariane began without skipping a beat. “Once you have that prized cut, you’ll want to trim it all up, make it look absolutely perfect before you season it to be just perfect. I can’t share with you my family secrets on spicing up meat you just brought home, but, a little seasoning like salt and pepper can go a long way.”
Danica was slack-jawed, slowly looking down, then back up. There is no way I’m doing…that…[/i][/span]
“Makes sense,” Victoria stated matter-of-factly. “I could tell something made yours extra delicious compared to others I’ve tried.”
“Was mine the best?” Ariane asked with a saucy grin, just as Danica peaked around the corner.
Victoria nodded. “Very much. The best I’ve ever eaten. Please, go on.”
Danica’s heart was pounding as she pulled back around the corner when she thought she saw Ariane look towards her.
This broad is crazy!“Okay, so, once y’all seasoned your meat in preparation for smoking it…”
SHE SMOKED HER WHAT?!?“...and you’ll have to make sure you wrap your meat up carefully before you smoke it. If it’s left unprotected, you could destroy it, so make sure it's wrapped well and tight.”
Danica blinked.
What the hell kind of backwoods kink has she gotten Vic into?“Once that’s all done, and you’ve prepared your wood for your meat, place it in the smoker and let it go for several hours. You’ll know when its done.”
Danica gulped. ...h…hours? What kind of stamina does this crazy b*tch have?Deciding she’d heard enough, the buxom blonde waltzes into the room, glaring daggers at the cowgirl, before it rapidly turned into a smile when Victoria turned around and noticed her.
“Hey there Vic, surprised to meet you here? What are you doing?” She tapped her foot impatiently as Ariane looked between the two blondes, wondering what was going on.
Victoria motioned to the one redhead in the room. “I was complimenting Ms. Jones here on her brisket she made and brought to catering today. Would you care for a taste?”
Danica blinked.
Oh.
Ohhhhhhhhh…
So it wasn’t about sex. She still had Victoria to herself. It still didn’t take away from the fact that this redhead looked fairly decent in person, even if half her face was plastered with an ice pack.
Ariane stood on still somewhat wobbly legs, walked over and extended her free hand not holding up the ice pack. “Ariane Jones, nice to meet you, uh…”
“Danica Dadal,” the blonde replied, only giving Ariane the fleetingest of glances, refusing the hand before again focusing on her former tag partner.
“Fantastic match tonight, Vic! Another dominating win, no can beat The Knight.” Danica leans over to give Victoria’s bicep a flirtatious squeeze while giving her former trainer a great view of her breathtaking cleavage. “Except me, of course,” she adds with a wink. Despite her best efforts to resist, Victoria glances down into the chasm of Dadal’s beautifully displayed cleavage. That half second the champ looks at the Squire’s chest feels like an eternity; flashes of the times Danica smothered her out go through Victoria’s mind. Shame, fear, and quite a bit of restrained lust spread through the bigger blonde’s body as she snaps back up to Danica’s knowing gaze.
Verdammt!Praying Danica didn’t feel her skin goose pimple under her touch, Victoria squeaks a response, “Danke, Danica. Though I must admit, Ariane came very close.” She nods to Ariane with a small grin, showing her challenger some respect, the Cowgirl tips an imaginary hat in return.
“Much appreciated, Vicky.”
Danica stifles a snort. Vicky, that is so high school. She runs a hand through her honey blonde hair and tosses it over a shoulder in a way that sets the hearts of the other two women a flutter while showing just a hint of disrespect. Unfortunately, Danica’s shot missed its mark, Ariane was freshly punched in the face by an absurdly strong German woman so that subtext will go unnoticed for the next few hours. Ariane gives the shapely shortie a once-over with her eyes.
"If I had half y'alls looks, I'd be making every head turn my way in all the Black Hills."
"Thank you! I realized how hawt I was fairly recently, and I'm really enjoying it."
Victoria privately wonders why that self-discovery involved kicking her out of their apartment and humiliating her regularly. Despite being able to wrestle another, or multiple women in front of a crowd of thousands, Victoria had a bit of anxiety in social situations. She was nervous speaking to Ariane without the structure of a match, and Danica, someone Vic has some much personal baggage with, is setting her nerves on fire! “Danica, were you looking for me, or did you want to speak with Ms. Jones?” Victoria looks at Ariane for permission, not seeing Danica step onto the bench beside them.
“We’re about to leave for a meal, would like to join us? if that’s alright, Ms. Jones.”
Ariane shakes her head in agreement, confusion clear on her face as she watches Daddy Dadal take the high ground, “Uhh… yeah. And call me Ariane. We know what each other's sweat tastes like now; we can call each other by first names.”
Hackenschmidt tries her hardest not to flush at the ‘sweat’ comment, “Ah, good! So, Dani-?” Victoria turns her head to see her future challenger is not there.
“I’m behind you Vic.”
“HuhmMMPH!?”
Victoria pivots and finds her face enveloped by Danica’s fearsome frontage! She’s tasting Danica’s sweat now, and it tastes of danger. After some fretful and incidental motorboating, Victoria raises her head out of the juggy prison, but stops before her nose is fully free when she sees Danica’s intense eyes staring down at her. Daddy Dadal speaks flatly, “Why don’t you give Ariane and I a moment to talk, and she’ll join you in a moment?”
“.... Mmbaligh(Alright).”
Desperate to get out of the room, Victoria pops her head out of Dadal’s pillows, mumbles a quick “seeyouinabit” to Ariane without meeting her gaze, and speedwalks out of the room.
“Uh…I reckon y’all are a couple?”
Dadal turned in a flash on the redhead. “Shut your mouth you country bumpkin!”
Taken aback by all that had happened in the last minute, Ariane just nodded slowly, wondering what on earth was going on.
“Alright, here’s how things are gonna go down,” Dadal started, stepping off the bench, marching up to Ariane and looking up into her face. Usually the view would fluster all men, and most women too, but the cowgirl just looked down at her with an unflinching gaze.
It was a bit un-nerving but Dadal continued. “I don’t care what you think you can do with MY Vic. So I’m going to give you this one warning. Stay the hell away from her if you don’t want to get jugged out. Got it, trailer trash?”
Before Ariane could respond, the smaller woman pushed forward, bumping her prodigious chest into the stomach and underboob of the Black Hills Beauty, the move taking the taller girl completely by surprise, knocking her butt first onto the bench behind her.
“I think I made myself clear,” Dadal threatened, sending one last glare to the now flustered and annoyed redhead, before turning and marching out of the room.
The blonde nearly ran straight into Kanako, who barely managed to swerve in time, saving both a potential collision, and the plate of food she’d brought for Ariane. Without a word, Danica waltzes past the confused wrestler, meeting up with a flustered Victoria before grabbing the taller blonde by the arm and pulling her away.
Confused, and slightly worried, as she knew Danica’s recent mean streak, Kanako hurried into the room, only to find an equally confused Ariane looking back at her.
“What happened, Ari?”
Ariane looked from Kanako, to the door, back to Kanako.
“I…have no idea…”