Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2022 0:37:55 GMT
“SOMEBODY GET ME VISUALS AT THE BARN!!!” Bethany shouted to the crew working the cameras for FAWNmania.
This was a disaster.
Bethany Christian:
I shouldn’t have agreed to this match… Bethany thought as only static came back from each and every camera at the Barn match that was set up between Rue Ann Mackenna and Ariane Jones. The power had been out now for an entire match, and Bethany was both worried about her wrestlers as well as the lost revenue that would come from watchers who were expecting a bloody hillbilly beatdown.
“Ma’am, I think we’ve got power restored to one of the cameras.”
Bethany glared at the visual specialist. “Then get me the damn visuals up right now! Delay the next match and stream this to the FAWNatorium.”
Ms Christian, we have a few more cameras up, but they are outside the barn. I still can’t get any response from inside.”
“Just stream it now!” Bethany shouted, before rubbing her forehead. This was becoming such a headache. She watched as the screen for Camera 69 came back online, showing first a black, static-filled screen. Finally, after another minute, the screen burst to life.
Everyone’s jaws dropped in the room. In the FAWNatorium, a collected gasp went up among the fans at the sight that greeted them.
The entire barn was in flames
Back in the control room, Bethany could only stare in horror. “Oh my G-”
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Dozens of yards away from the one remaining camera that was operational, and currently showcasing the fiery inferno that was the remains of the barn, two figures struggled in the mud, one atop the other.
“Awww, have nothing to say, slut? Bitch got yer breath?” Rue Ann taunted, pulling back harder on the reins that yanked back on the horses bit currently inserted into Ariane’s mouth
Ariane clawed at the rough leather, feeling the pressure tightening before Rue Ann slammed down onto the cowgirl’s back. The Dakotan splashed face first into the mud, her back in agony. The angry hillbilly released her hold on the reins, to instead grab a hold of Ariane’s hair and wrench back, bringing a cry of pain from her fellow redhead.
“You came into FAWN thinking you were hot stuff because you wrestled one half of the whore team? You need to learn sumthin’ about FAWN, deary.”
Mackenna wrapped an arm around Ariane’s neck, stretching her back even further before racking her nails across the cowgirl’s face. Ariane let out a scream of pain, grabbing her opponent’s hand, hoping to grab a finger and yank back. Mackenna didn’t allow anything to happen, as she reared back instead and let a fist fly into the side of Ariane’s face.
The redhead would have collapsed if not for the chokehold she was held in. “Awww, does the whittle cowhumper want to call it quits? Well ya can’t! Not until I’m so done with you can’t even get a job at a blind whorehouse!”
Mackenna snickered, releasing her chokehold only to grab the back of Ariane’s plaid top as she stood. She stomped down on Ariane’s arms, before yanking back as hard as she could.
RRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP
“Well, lookie here. Seems you aren’t as much a tramp as I thought yer were. You’re actually wearing something under this.” Mackenna twirled the torn and ripped plaid top around a finger, her figure lit from behind by the flames of the burning barn behind her.
However, having part of her dignity torn from her ignited a fire of its own inside Ariane’s heart.
As Rue Ann went to pull Ariane up by her hair, the cowgirl rolled over and sent a punch straight between Rue Ann’s eyes. The already broken nose burst open again as Rue Ann tottered backwards, clutching her face.
Or, at least she tried to, as her legs lined up perfectly on either side of Ariane’s. It was a no holds barred match after all…
And the Country Cowgirl was known for her kicks.
Ariane sent a soccer punt directly between Rue Ann’s legs. “I…AM…DONE WITH YOU!!!” she screamed around the horses bit. The kick lifted the redhead off the ground, her mouth forming a wide ‘O’ as she fell face first onto Ariane’s chest. Ariane pulled the bit from her mouth and yanked off the reins from her face and neck.
“Screw the rules, Rue. I’ve HAD IT WITH YOU! You wanted these so badly? HAVE ‘EM!”
With that, Ariane grabbed Rue Ann’s face and smashed it between her breasts, wrapping one arm around the back of her head, her legs around Rue Ann’s thighs, and her other arm sending elbows into Rue Ann’s back.
The hillbilly’s muffled screams echoed around the empty field as elbow after elbow was sent into her back. Though the fight wasn’t out of her just yet. In the show of power she was known for, Rue Ann tried to lift herself up by her arms, but the legs wrapped around her own prevented her from getting any sort of impressive slam going on her opponent. She managed a few, which only loosened the hold somewhat.
And angered the Dakotan enough to roll herself over to prevent any further slams from happening. Ariane also released Rue Ann from her pillowy prison, the hick gasping for breath, though with a grin on her face.
“Knew you were a perv like the rest of ‘em,” she cackled.
“SHUT UP!!!”
Ariane grabbed Rue Ann’s shoulders and sent a headbutt directly against Rue Ann’s forehead.
The crack echoed around the field as both women slumped down to the ground afterwards.
For nearly a minute, both women lay in the mud, the only sound coming from the crackling of burning timbers from the barn behind them. Eventually…one figure stirred.
Ariane slowly stirred from her dizziness after the brutal headbutt she delivered. She shook her head, only causing the pain to vibrate through her skull. “That…was dumb…”
She heard a slow cough, turned cackle, beneath her.
“That’s it? That’s all ya got?”
Ariane glared, then woozily got to her feet, dragging Mackenna up with her. A punch from Mackenna shot into Ariane’s gut, and Ariane replied with an uppercut into Rue’s chin that sent her teeth clattering. The two flailed at each other with brutal haymakers, each redhead tottering and barely left standing after each one.
A final wicked right haymaker to the noggin sent one redhead falling into the mud with a splat.
…
…
“She went down easier than last time.”
Rue wiped her nose, flicking the blood and dirt onto the back of her opponent. “Sheesh, she really don’t belong in FAWN.” Looking around, Rue tried to find the bull rope that would end the match, but couldn’t find it near them. “How am I supposed to fuck up the wedding if I can’t hogtie one of the bridesmaids…”
After searching for a minute, Rue finally found the bull rope, then walked over to Ariane’s prone form and gave her side a good kick. “Still out.” She went to begin the hogtie, but stopped.
What was she doing?
This was a prime opportunity…
She grinned.
“Now how often do I get this kind o’ opportunity.”
Rue began to whistle Camptown Races, her eyes full of mirth as she eyed up Ariane. Reaching down, she grabbed a hold of Ariane’s red locks and dragged her through a mud puddle towards a nearby tear. “Gonna have some fun tonight, doo dah…doo dah. Fuck up a cowslut all night long, all the doo dah day.”
She went back to whistling as she hauled Ariane up next to the tree, then lashed her arms around behind the oak.
“Y’all a heavy one,” Mackenna said, stopping to catch her breath after admiring her work. “Now wakey wakey.” The hick slapped Ariane’s face several times, each slap growing harder until it brought a groan from the cowgirl. With her opponent now awake, the despicable hillbilly searched the nearby treeline for a nice branch, finding a bough from a pine tree laying on the ground nearby.
“Perfect! A lovely reminder of what Santa Rue did for you at Christmas.”
Rue grabbed the branch, swinging it a few times before walking back over to Ariane, who was languidly tugging at her restraints.
“Untie me so we can fight!” the redhead growled.
“Hell nah,” came the reply, as Rue tapped the switch in her hand a few times. “Party’s just beginning.”
A soft rumble lit across the clouds as lightning flashed nearby.
And with that introduction from nature itself, she whipped the pine bough switch across Ariane’s face. The pine needles scratched across her skin, leaving raised red-lines across her cheeks. Rue repeated the gesture several more times, leaving welts and bruises, as well as small lines of crimson across her opponent’s face.
“Now that’s even more of a face not even a mother could love,” Rue Ann cackled with glee, walking up to Ariane and grabbing her cheeks. “Awwww, does that fweel good, whittle cowhumper?”
Ariane simply glared at the hillbilly, who annoyed at her opponent’s silence, stepped back and smacked the solid bough of the switch against Ariane’s gut. The cowgirl grunted, but otherwise remained silent as several more blows created raised welts across her stomach and chest.
Rue panted after the tenth or so blow, growing angry at Ariane’s silence. “Sheesh, what’s it gonna take to make you say sum’tin…maybe I can call up Kanako to see what makes you scream…”
Her eyes glinted in recognition. “Oh…oh, ho, ho, ho, you mangy hoe.” The hillbilly grinned from ear to ear as she walked up to Ariane, licking her lips as she eyed up her curvy opponent’s form. “I’m sure the perfect gift I could give Thing 1 and Thing 2 would be to ruin their little cumbucket on their wedding night…”
Rue ran her hand up Ariane’s stomach, before slapping her breasts from underneath her exposed bra. “I’m sure these playing with yer funbags will make ya squeal like the pig you ar-”
A headbutt from Ariane silenced the redneck, who stumbled away in pain. “You whor-” Rue Ann looked up, glaring in anger only to receive a Country Kick directly to her face.
Country Kick: youtu.be/ITCokLdsGoU?t=13
Rue was laid out in the mud, as an incredibly irate looking Ariane rubbed her wrists. “Rue, I thought you might have been good at tying knots, but that half hitch sucked.”
Mackenna went to stand, helped along by Ariane who grabbed her head and kneed her in the gut, bending the hillbilly in half. The Country Cowgirl wrapped her arms around Mackenna’s stomach, before hefting her up into a powerbomb position, then dropping her backwards, face first into the mud in a Reverse Powerbomb Alley Oop.
Reverse Powerbomb Alley Oop: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwDcN6oF-4k
The Kentuckian spatted into the mud, only able to groan in pain before being picked up again and yanked backwards in a brutal suplex that slammed her back into the mud, then rolled over, and suplexed again with another giant splat.
By this point, Rue didn’t know which way was up, though Ariane helped her out with that by grabbing her by the hair and bodily swinging and tossing her away.
Ariane glanced at the dirty, mud splattered chunks of red hair in her hand, before tossing them aside and hobbling towards Rue.
“All y’all jerks always are the same. Talk, talk, talk…”
The cowgirl advanced as Rue Ann attempted to get to her hands and knees. Ariane reached her, yanked her up and put her over her shoulders in an accordion rack hold.
“Just shut up and fight!”
And with that, Ariane yanked back on Rue’s neck and legs, stretching her abnormally, and painfully, upon the cowgirl’s shoulders in a Honky Tonk Blues.
Honky Tonk Blues: youtu.be/f1O2SYIz-Eg?t=8
Ariane squeezed until she finally heard her fellow redhead cry out in pain, then dropped down onto her knees in an Argentine Backbreaker.
Argentine Backbreaker: youtu.be/huycKmCd-BA?t=31
Rue’s eyes were glistening like morning dew on blades of grass as she was plopped down onto the ground like a limp bag of potatoes. There was little fight left in her…
…but by the fiery look in Ariane’s eyes, the cowgirl wanted to make sure there was ZERO fight left in the hillbilly that had caused her so much grief. Catching her breath for a moment, Ariane slowly made her way to her feet, stumbling slightly as she rolled Rue Ann onto her stomach, then grabbed Mackenna’s legs in a scorpion lock, before dropping down onto Rue’s back.
A scream of agony left Rue’s lips as her back let out a pop as she received an unintentional chiropractic appointment from the South Dakotan. Still holding onto Rue’s legs with one arm, Ariane reached back and wrapped her other free arm around Rue’s neck, yanking her face up.
Ariane tried to turn her head as best she could to look into her opponent’s eyes. “This…this is for everything you’ve ever done, Rue. You destroyed Christmas for the kids…humiliated me…and burned my truck.”
Ariane yanked back on the legs, gaining a muffled cry from Rue, who was still glaring daggers at the country beauty.
“After tonight…Rue…you ain’t never gonna bother me again, ya hear me?”
Mackenna looked like she was nodding, only to do her best to spit in Jone’s face.
“Fine..be that way.”
Releasing the torturous hold, the cowgirl turned wrestler sent several elbows into Rue’s face before rolling off of her. Gathering herself up one more time, Ariane belted out a warcry to the night sky. Illuminated only by the inferno behind her, Ariane for a final time yanked Rue Ann to her feet, slammed several uppercuts into the hillbilly’s belly that lifted her off the ground, before raising her up into a military press.
Military Press: youtu.be/of8g_PWuHr4?t=29
With trembling arms, and as a crack of thunder sounded across the sky, Ariane rushed towards the nearby oak she had been tied to, and tossed Rue Ann into the trunk of it.
The Devil’s Hillbilly slammed into the trunk, then crumbled to the ground, completely out cold, rolling down across the roots until she lay in a heap at Ariane’s feet.
The redhead from South Dakota breathed heavily, as the soft pitter-patter of raindrops began around her. Feeling the adrenaline of the match leaving her, the American Cowgirl stumbled around until she found the bull rope laying in the mud nearby, then made her way back to where she had left Rue Ann.
She quickly hogtied the flaccid redneck, making sure the knot was nice and taut before pulling it tight.
With her opponent now both knocked out and hogtied, Ariane used the remainder of the bull rope to drag Rue Ann over towards where their trucks were parked in the now pouring rain, stumbling across the horse bit and reins as she walked. Grinning tiredly, she quickly added them to the hogtie, pulling Rue Ann’s mouth open to shove the bit inside while tying the reins to the bull rope to keep everything in place.
She hadn’t even noticed another van screaming onto the site, followed by a fire truck. Several cameramen hopped out of the van, which had the initials FAWN across the side of the vehicle. Bethany, with only one working camera on site, had immediately sent out another crew which had finally arrived at the site. The firemen immediately went to work on the blaze, as an official referee from FAWN ran over to the two women. Ariane released the bull rope, leaning against her truck as the official looked over Rue Ann, inspecting the knot, before signaling the match was over.
Ariane Jones had won the Bullrope Barn match.
The official raised her arm, an unneeded gesture, but one to capture for the camera crew, which was broadcasted directly back to the FAWNatorium. The crowd cheered for the results, whooping and hollering before the view shifted back to the next match about to happen.
Meanwhile, Ariane just leaned against her truck, catching her breath, while the rain poured down in sheets around her.
It felt nice to finally put that crazed hillbilly down for good. Now she could finally focus on other things, and maybe she could get ready for the wedding…
Ariane’s eyes widened in shock and horror.
“THE WEDDING!!!”
The cowgirl leapt into action like she’d been shocked, fumbling into the back of the truck where she had hidden her keys. She’d heard the official ask her something, but heck, she couldn’t pay the least bit of attention to him right now.
Ariane leapt into her truck, peeling out of the field as she jammed in the FAWN arena into her GPS, then gunning it as soon as her tires hit asphalt.
She had a wedding to attend!
This was a disaster.
Bethany Christian:
I shouldn’t have agreed to this match… Bethany thought as only static came back from each and every camera at the Barn match that was set up between Rue Ann Mackenna and Ariane Jones. The power had been out now for an entire match, and Bethany was both worried about her wrestlers as well as the lost revenue that would come from watchers who were expecting a bloody hillbilly beatdown.
“Ma’am, I think we’ve got power restored to one of the cameras.”
Bethany glared at the visual specialist. “Then get me the damn visuals up right now! Delay the next match and stream this to the FAWNatorium.”
Ms Christian, we have a few more cameras up, but they are outside the barn. I still can’t get any response from inside.”
“Just stream it now!” Bethany shouted, before rubbing her forehead. This was becoming such a headache. She watched as the screen for Camera 69 came back online, showing first a black, static-filled screen. Finally, after another minute, the screen burst to life.
Everyone’s jaws dropped in the room. In the FAWNatorium, a collected gasp went up among the fans at the sight that greeted them.
The entire barn was in flames
Back in the control room, Bethany could only stare in horror. “Oh my G-”
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Dozens of yards away from the one remaining camera that was operational, and currently showcasing the fiery inferno that was the remains of the barn, two figures struggled in the mud, one atop the other.
“Awww, have nothing to say, slut? Bitch got yer breath?” Rue Ann taunted, pulling back harder on the reins that yanked back on the horses bit currently inserted into Ariane’s mouth
Ariane clawed at the rough leather, feeling the pressure tightening before Rue Ann slammed down onto the cowgirl’s back. The Dakotan splashed face first into the mud, her back in agony. The angry hillbilly released her hold on the reins, to instead grab a hold of Ariane’s hair and wrench back, bringing a cry of pain from her fellow redhead.
“You came into FAWN thinking you were hot stuff because you wrestled one half of the whore team? You need to learn sumthin’ about FAWN, deary.”
Mackenna wrapped an arm around Ariane’s neck, stretching her back even further before racking her nails across the cowgirl’s face. Ariane let out a scream of pain, grabbing her opponent’s hand, hoping to grab a finger and yank back. Mackenna didn’t allow anything to happen, as she reared back instead and let a fist fly into the side of Ariane’s face.
The redhead would have collapsed if not for the chokehold she was held in. “Awww, does the whittle cowhumper want to call it quits? Well ya can’t! Not until I’m so done with you can’t even get a job at a blind whorehouse!”
Mackenna snickered, releasing her chokehold only to grab the back of Ariane’s plaid top as she stood. She stomped down on Ariane’s arms, before yanking back as hard as she could.
RRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP
“Well, lookie here. Seems you aren’t as much a tramp as I thought yer were. You’re actually wearing something under this.” Mackenna twirled the torn and ripped plaid top around a finger, her figure lit from behind by the flames of the burning barn behind her.
However, having part of her dignity torn from her ignited a fire of its own inside Ariane’s heart.
As Rue Ann went to pull Ariane up by her hair, the cowgirl rolled over and sent a punch straight between Rue Ann’s eyes. The already broken nose burst open again as Rue Ann tottered backwards, clutching her face.
Or, at least she tried to, as her legs lined up perfectly on either side of Ariane’s. It was a no holds barred match after all…
And the Country Cowgirl was known for her kicks.
Ariane sent a soccer punt directly between Rue Ann’s legs. “I…AM…DONE WITH YOU!!!” she screamed around the horses bit. The kick lifted the redhead off the ground, her mouth forming a wide ‘O’ as she fell face first onto Ariane’s chest. Ariane pulled the bit from her mouth and yanked off the reins from her face and neck.
“Screw the rules, Rue. I’ve HAD IT WITH YOU! You wanted these so badly? HAVE ‘EM!”
With that, Ariane grabbed Rue Ann’s face and smashed it between her breasts, wrapping one arm around the back of her head, her legs around Rue Ann’s thighs, and her other arm sending elbows into Rue Ann’s back.
The hillbilly’s muffled screams echoed around the empty field as elbow after elbow was sent into her back. Though the fight wasn’t out of her just yet. In the show of power she was known for, Rue Ann tried to lift herself up by her arms, but the legs wrapped around her own prevented her from getting any sort of impressive slam going on her opponent. She managed a few, which only loosened the hold somewhat.
And angered the Dakotan enough to roll herself over to prevent any further slams from happening. Ariane also released Rue Ann from her pillowy prison, the hick gasping for breath, though with a grin on her face.
“Knew you were a perv like the rest of ‘em,” she cackled.
“SHUT UP!!!”
Ariane grabbed Rue Ann’s shoulders and sent a headbutt directly against Rue Ann’s forehead.
The crack echoed around the field as both women slumped down to the ground afterwards.
For nearly a minute, both women lay in the mud, the only sound coming from the crackling of burning timbers from the barn behind them. Eventually…one figure stirred.
Ariane slowly stirred from her dizziness after the brutal headbutt she delivered. She shook her head, only causing the pain to vibrate through her skull. “That…was dumb…”
She heard a slow cough, turned cackle, beneath her.
“That’s it? That’s all ya got?”
Ariane glared, then woozily got to her feet, dragging Mackenna up with her. A punch from Mackenna shot into Ariane’s gut, and Ariane replied with an uppercut into Rue’s chin that sent her teeth clattering. The two flailed at each other with brutal haymakers, each redhead tottering and barely left standing after each one.
A final wicked right haymaker to the noggin sent one redhead falling into the mud with a splat.
…
…
“She went down easier than last time.”
Rue wiped her nose, flicking the blood and dirt onto the back of her opponent. “Sheesh, she really don’t belong in FAWN.” Looking around, Rue tried to find the bull rope that would end the match, but couldn’t find it near them. “How am I supposed to fuck up the wedding if I can’t hogtie one of the bridesmaids…”
After searching for a minute, Rue finally found the bull rope, then walked over to Ariane’s prone form and gave her side a good kick. “Still out.” She went to begin the hogtie, but stopped.
What was she doing?
This was a prime opportunity…
She grinned.
“Now how often do I get this kind o’ opportunity.”
Rue began to whistle Camptown Races, her eyes full of mirth as she eyed up Ariane. Reaching down, she grabbed a hold of Ariane’s red locks and dragged her through a mud puddle towards a nearby tear. “Gonna have some fun tonight, doo dah…doo dah. Fuck up a cowslut all night long, all the doo dah day.”
She went back to whistling as she hauled Ariane up next to the tree, then lashed her arms around behind the oak.
“Y’all a heavy one,” Mackenna said, stopping to catch her breath after admiring her work. “Now wakey wakey.” The hick slapped Ariane’s face several times, each slap growing harder until it brought a groan from the cowgirl. With her opponent now awake, the despicable hillbilly searched the nearby treeline for a nice branch, finding a bough from a pine tree laying on the ground nearby.
“Perfect! A lovely reminder of what Santa Rue did for you at Christmas.”
Rue grabbed the branch, swinging it a few times before walking back over to Ariane, who was languidly tugging at her restraints.
“Untie me so we can fight!” the redhead growled.
“Hell nah,” came the reply, as Rue tapped the switch in her hand a few times. “Party’s just beginning.”
A soft rumble lit across the clouds as lightning flashed nearby.
And with that introduction from nature itself, she whipped the pine bough switch across Ariane’s face. The pine needles scratched across her skin, leaving raised red-lines across her cheeks. Rue repeated the gesture several more times, leaving welts and bruises, as well as small lines of crimson across her opponent’s face.
“Now that’s even more of a face not even a mother could love,” Rue Ann cackled with glee, walking up to Ariane and grabbing her cheeks. “Awwww, does that fweel good, whittle cowhumper?”
Ariane simply glared at the hillbilly, who annoyed at her opponent’s silence, stepped back and smacked the solid bough of the switch against Ariane’s gut. The cowgirl grunted, but otherwise remained silent as several more blows created raised welts across her stomach and chest.
Rue panted after the tenth or so blow, growing angry at Ariane’s silence. “Sheesh, what’s it gonna take to make you say sum’tin…maybe I can call up Kanako to see what makes you scream…”
Her eyes glinted in recognition. “Oh…oh, ho, ho, ho, you mangy hoe.” The hillbilly grinned from ear to ear as she walked up to Ariane, licking her lips as she eyed up her curvy opponent’s form. “I’m sure the perfect gift I could give Thing 1 and Thing 2 would be to ruin their little cumbucket on their wedding night…”
Rue ran her hand up Ariane’s stomach, before slapping her breasts from underneath her exposed bra. “I’m sure these playing with yer funbags will make ya squeal like the pig you ar-”
A headbutt from Ariane silenced the redneck, who stumbled away in pain. “You whor-” Rue Ann looked up, glaring in anger only to receive a Country Kick directly to her face.
Country Kick: youtu.be/ITCokLdsGoU?t=13
Rue was laid out in the mud, as an incredibly irate looking Ariane rubbed her wrists. “Rue, I thought you might have been good at tying knots, but that half hitch sucked.”
Mackenna went to stand, helped along by Ariane who grabbed her head and kneed her in the gut, bending the hillbilly in half. The Country Cowgirl wrapped her arms around Mackenna’s stomach, before hefting her up into a powerbomb position, then dropping her backwards, face first into the mud in a Reverse Powerbomb Alley Oop.
Reverse Powerbomb Alley Oop: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwDcN6oF-4k
The Kentuckian spatted into the mud, only able to groan in pain before being picked up again and yanked backwards in a brutal suplex that slammed her back into the mud, then rolled over, and suplexed again with another giant splat.
By this point, Rue didn’t know which way was up, though Ariane helped her out with that by grabbing her by the hair and bodily swinging and tossing her away.
Ariane glanced at the dirty, mud splattered chunks of red hair in her hand, before tossing them aside and hobbling towards Rue.
“All y’all jerks always are the same. Talk, talk, talk…”
The cowgirl advanced as Rue Ann attempted to get to her hands and knees. Ariane reached her, yanked her up and put her over her shoulders in an accordion rack hold.
“Just shut up and fight!”
And with that, Ariane yanked back on Rue’s neck and legs, stretching her abnormally, and painfully, upon the cowgirl’s shoulders in a Honky Tonk Blues.
Honky Tonk Blues: youtu.be/f1O2SYIz-Eg?t=8
Ariane squeezed until she finally heard her fellow redhead cry out in pain, then dropped down onto her knees in an Argentine Backbreaker.
Argentine Backbreaker: youtu.be/huycKmCd-BA?t=31
Rue’s eyes were glistening like morning dew on blades of grass as she was plopped down onto the ground like a limp bag of potatoes. There was little fight left in her…
…but by the fiery look in Ariane’s eyes, the cowgirl wanted to make sure there was ZERO fight left in the hillbilly that had caused her so much grief. Catching her breath for a moment, Ariane slowly made her way to her feet, stumbling slightly as she rolled Rue Ann onto her stomach, then grabbed Mackenna’s legs in a scorpion lock, before dropping down onto Rue’s back.
A scream of agony left Rue’s lips as her back let out a pop as she received an unintentional chiropractic appointment from the South Dakotan. Still holding onto Rue’s legs with one arm, Ariane reached back and wrapped her other free arm around Rue’s neck, yanking her face up.
Ariane tried to turn her head as best she could to look into her opponent’s eyes. “This…this is for everything you’ve ever done, Rue. You destroyed Christmas for the kids…humiliated me…and burned my truck.”
Ariane yanked back on the legs, gaining a muffled cry from Rue, who was still glaring daggers at the country beauty.
“After tonight…Rue…you ain’t never gonna bother me again, ya hear me?”
Mackenna looked like she was nodding, only to do her best to spit in Jone’s face.
“Fine..be that way.”
Releasing the torturous hold, the cowgirl turned wrestler sent several elbows into Rue’s face before rolling off of her. Gathering herself up one more time, Ariane belted out a warcry to the night sky. Illuminated only by the inferno behind her, Ariane for a final time yanked Rue Ann to her feet, slammed several uppercuts into the hillbilly’s belly that lifted her off the ground, before raising her up into a military press.
Military Press: youtu.be/of8g_PWuHr4?t=29
With trembling arms, and as a crack of thunder sounded across the sky, Ariane rushed towards the nearby oak she had been tied to, and tossed Rue Ann into the trunk of it.
The Devil’s Hillbilly slammed into the trunk, then crumbled to the ground, completely out cold, rolling down across the roots until she lay in a heap at Ariane’s feet.
The redhead from South Dakota breathed heavily, as the soft pitter-patter of raindrops began around her. Feeling the adrenaline of the match leaving her, the American Cowgirl stumbled around until she found the bull rope laying in the mud nearby, then made her way back to where she had left Rue Ann.
She quickly hogtied the flaccid redneck, making sure the knot was nice and taut before pulling it tight.
With her opponent now both knocked out and hogtied, Ariane used the remainder of the bull rope to drag Rue Ann over towards where their trucks were parked in the now pouring rain, stumbling across the horse bit and reins as she walked. Grinning tiredly, she quickly added them to the hogtie, pulling Rue Ann’s mouth open to shove the bit inside while tying the reins to the bull rope to keep everything in place.
She hadn’t even noticed another van screaming onto the site, followed by a fire truck. Several cameramen hopped out of the van, which had the initials FAWN across the side of the vehicle. Bethany, with only one working camera on site, had immediately sent out another crew which had finally arrived at the site. The firemen immediately went to work on the blaze, as an official referee from FAWN ran over to the two women. Ariane released the bull rope, leaning against her truck as the official looked over Rue Ann, inspecting the knot, before signaling the match was over.
Ariane Jones had won the Bullrope Barn match.
The official raised her arm, an unneeded gesture, but one to capture for the camera crew, which was broadcasted directly back to the FAWNatorium. The crowd cheered for the results, whooping and hollering before the view shifted back to the next match about to happen.
Meanwhile, Ariane just leaned against her truck, catching her breath, while the rain poured down in sheets around her.
It felt nice to finally put that crazed hillbilly down for good. Now she could finally focus on other things, and maybe she could get ready for the wedding…
Ariane’s eyes widened in shock and horror.
“THE WEDDING!!!”
The cowgirl leapt into action like she’d been shocked, fumbling into the back of the truck where she had hidden her keys. She’d heard the official ask her something, but heck, she couldn’t pay the least bit of attention to him right now.
Ariane leapt into her truck, peeling out of the field as she jammed in the FAWN arena into her GPS, then gunning it as soon as her tires hit asphalt.
She had a wedding to attend!