Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2024 22:24:25 GMT
The FAWNatics were quick to get into their seats, as the rumors about the next match had them itching to not miss a second of it. Following last year’s FAWNmania, Stephanie Rocker, The Sarge of FAWN, had challenged the new Sheriff of FAWN to a match at the following PPV, All Hallows Eve. Unfortunately, the Country Cowgirl had reinjured her neck a few weeks later during a match and was out for two additional months.
She had been given the all clear to compete just last week.
This match was scheduled a few minutes later as Ariane had marched up to the boss’s office to schedule it.
The announcer began fulfilling his duties. “Our next contest is an Under Arrest Match! First person to uh…” the announcer paused, making sure he was reading the match correctly before continuing. “...handcuff the other after a successful submission, wins!”
The match brought an approving roar from the audience, as it had not been seen before, but any sort of submission match was viewed with rousing approval.
Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles California, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, she is America’s fiercest standard bearer among the forces of Law and Order….. STEPHANIE ROCKER!”
Stephanie Rocker:
Inner Circle's ‘Bad Boys’ pumped from the speakers, the crowd rising as one to welcome with boos and jeers aplenty FAWN’s One Woman Riot Squad. The woman who was supposed to serve and protect, yet hadn’t been seen in a while doing any such thing, pushed through the curtain and paused at the top of the ramp, the beautifully exotic brunette regarding the lawless louts of Orlando with open scorn.
Hands on her hips, the Sarge, Stephanie, scanned the crowd. She zeroed in on the worst of the lawbreakers in attendance, making a few scribbled notes in a poised pad. The formerly blonde battler, having gone to a more natural-looking brunette with honey blonde highlights, turned her attention to the ring and the mealy official within. She headed down the ramp, scanning for more perps as she went.
Rocker was clad in the familiar L&O togs of years gone by, a dark blue fightin' two-piece with a gold badge pattern emblazoned on the left breast. Of course her attire was currently sheathed by the black-leather trench coat over it, but her stroll provided enough glimpses of leg and belly to force the ne’er-do-wells to get their minds right. Some unusual accessories accompany the Sarge, namely a gun-belt snugged around her hips--and though there's no piece to be seen, a nightstick WAS visible, as were a pair of blue-steel handcuffs.
Ignoring the insults hurled her way, the brunette stomped up the steps and moved to her corner. Shrugging off her coat, Rocker settled in against the buckles, her keen gaze locked on the entryway.
“And her opponent, residing in Rapid City, South Dakota, standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds, your Sheriff of FAWN, the Country Cowgirl, Ariane Sophie Jones!”
Ariane Jones:
Tonight’s attire:
The lights dimmed and a familiar clip-clopping of horses' hooves sounded throughout the arena. The crowd was on its feet, roaring its approval as clapping began from the speakers, many in the audience clapping along as “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began blaring around the arena. The Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared onstage, clad in her unofficial-official Sheriff’s outfit from her Slaybor Day match; her plaid shirt now a solid dark blue, a glimmering gold badge above her right breast. Her dark blue daisy dukes now also held a utility belt containing a pair of handcuffs and a baton. She pealed off a pair of darkened aviators at the top of the ramp, before sliding them into her right breast pocket. “Y’all ready for there to be only one long arm of the law here tonight?!”
The crowd roared its approval.
Ariane nodded along to the music for a few moments, before she gave a massive shouted, “YEEEEHAW”, and began running towards the stage, grin on her face as streams of pyro went off, seemingly chasing alongside her down the ramp. The cowgirl turned pro wrestler, and now unofficial lawwoman, slid into the ring, pushing herself up and crossing the squared circle until she hopped onto a ring post, belting out another ‘YEEHAW,’ which was returned by a chorus of fans.
Hopping off the turnbuckle, she made her way to her corner, eyeing up her opponent across from her.
Stephanie didn’t look impressed. “This is the new Sheriff? I’m going to have to teach you why prudes like yourself get locked up around here.” Rocker flicked out her handcuffs, twirling them around one finger before expertly snapping them into place on her belt.
Ariane shook her head. “Only room in this ring for one law-woman, and that’s gonna be me, sugah.” Passing along her aviators to her fiance, Cimar, who had followed behind his future bride at a more leisurely pace, she leaned down to accept a kiss from him.
“Give her hell, Ari,” he whispered, receiving a grin in reply.
“Oh, that’s the only kind I give in the ring.”
The FAWNatics gave a touching ‘awwww’ at the site, along with others wolf-whistling, as well as wishing they were in Cimar’s place, before settling down as the official in the ring went over the rules of the match with both Stephanie and Ariane.
After the rules were laid out that to win you not only had to get a submission from your opponent, but also had to then put them in handcuffs afterwards. If one happened without the other, or not in that order, the match would continue.
Both women nodded their agreements before the referee stepped out of the way. “Let’s begin!”
DING DING DING
Stephanie started circling her opponent, though was slightly confused as Ariane just started walking towards her. Rocker tried navigating back the way she came, but Ariane just kept heading straight twoards the raven haired ‘cop’.
Finally, facing either being caught in a corner or left without options, Rocker ducked in for a collar and elbow with the much larger wrestler.
A mistake she soon realized as Ariane shoved the shorter wrestler straight back into the turnbuckle behind her, then rammed forward with a shoulder into Steph’s chest.
FAWN’s Sarge wheezed as the air quickly left her lungs, but found no shelter as the redhead laid into her with several chops across her chest. “Y’all wanted me, well, y’all are gonna get these hands!”
Ariane raised her hand one final time high into the air, getting ready to lay an open palm slap to rock Rocker, when the shorter woman barely managed to slip round to the side as Jones’s Hand of Doom fell, smacking only the leather covering the turnbuckle. Rocker, now behind the cowgirl, grabbed a hold of Ariane’s neck and jumped backwards, leaving her knees up for a backbreaker!
The knees dug into Ariane’s back as the cowgirl flopped off, rubbing her bruised spine as Rocker grabbed a handful of red tresses, pulling Jones up to her feet.
“Careful of the hair, Rocker!”
“I’ll arrest you next,” came the backhanded reply. Unfortunately, it gave Ariane enough time to lay an elbow directly into the Sarge’s stomach with enough force to lift her from her feet. Not skipping a beat, Ariane wrapped an arm around Stephanie’s neck, before planting her headfirst into the ring in her patented headlock driver signature, The Hoedown.
“The Hoedown”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3igRig0OKDU
Stephanie flopped onto her back, spasming once from being slammed headfirst into the mat. Getting to her own feet, Ariane hauled a very woozy and out of it Rocker to her feet.
“Y’all want to see a kiss?”
The crowd lost it, hooting and whistling their approval.
“Alright, then…” Ariane brought her right fist to her lips, kissed her knuckles, before plowing them straight into Rocker’s cheek in her new Finisher, the Cowgirl Kiss.
“The Cowgirl Kiss”: youtu.be/SGwu2FPWIlk?si=RIbWAV2kQ_SAmfMx&t=126
Rocker dropped like a bag of rocks; the former law-woman of FAWN laid out by the brutal looking knockout punch. A slight ‘awww’ of disapproval floated around the audience, as they had expected a much more steamy display from the usually very puritanical pugilist.
Un-flummoxed by several catcalls sent her way, Ariane rolled a now barely conscious Sarge onto her face, before settling in above her, grabbing the back of Rocker’s boyshorts and top. “Ref, ya said I had to get a submission before I could cuff her, right?”
The referee nodded.
“Sounds good to me!”
With the practiced ease that came from decades of hefting haybales at the ranch, as well as wrestling opponents, Ariane deadlifted the semi-there Rocker with the ease and speed that would make any professional weightlifter proud, hefting her around her shoulders like a scarf. “Then let’s play a tune shall we?”
“Honky Tonk Blues”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1O2SYIz-Eg&t=8s
Jones began playing Rocker, waking her up to immediate consciousness as she stretched her back and forth. Only a few clefts into the intro of the Honky Tonk Blues had The Sarge tap, tap, tapping for a presto outro. No bell was rung though, as there was one more step to bring a ‘V’ into Ariane’s column for the night.
Well, a couple steps more than Rocker appreciated. As what goes up, must come down, as the former law-woman of FAWN found out with an argentine backbreaker Ariane affectionately coined, “Brokeback Country”
“Brokeback Country”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=huycKmCd-BA&t=31s
As soon as she was released, Rocker flopped to the mat, chest up, modest breasts heaving slowly showing her unconscious state. Ariane went to grab for her cuffs, when she stopped, a smile coming to her face.
“I know y’all think I’m a prude…”
A raucous bit of laughter echoed throughout the arena.
“So let’s give Rocker something special for resisting arrest, shall we?”
A cheer went up among the crowd as Ariane pulled a flopping Stephanie to a kneeling position in front of her. The cowgirl bent down, before letting the Sarge’s head flop right onto her chest, disappearing within the cavern between the mountains.
“Stephanie Rocker, y’all are under arrest and no longer the top law-woman of FAWN,” Ariane stated, wrapping her arms around Stephanie’s face, plunging her deeper into the trench, bringing an even more outrageous amount of catcalls and whistles that had Ariane turning brighter red than the smoke covered sun. “Dang it Cat, why did you say I had to do this…” she grumbled, only heard by the referee as she carefully clinked the handcuffs together behind Stephanie’s back.
Only as the cuffs went on the second hand, did the bell ring.
“Your winner, by uh…handcuffed submission…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
Ariane stood, Rocker separating from her prison with an audible ‘plop’ before slumping to the mat. An embarrassed cowgirl stepped back slightly, shaking her head while waving to cool her face off in what suddenly felt like 1000 degree heat.
The referee raised her hand in victory, as her fiance, Cimar entered the ring.
“Ya did great, Babe.”
A new flush crept across her cheeks with the look Cimar was giving her, before enveloping her in a hug. “Now let’s book her so the real fun can start tonight.”
Ariane grinned, a hungry look to her eyes. “Works for me!”
Slinging Rocker over her shoulder, Ariane left through the ropes pulled open by Cimar, the couple heading up the ramp. Ariane paused, then turned around and shouted loud enough to be picked up by everyone in the arena.
“This here was a demonstration to anyone in the back who dares to go against the Sheriff of FAWN! If you break the law, y’all are gonna get a Cowgirl Kiss!”
She had been given the all clear to compete just last week.
This match was scheduled a few minutes later as Ariane had marched up to the boss’s office to schedule it.
The announcer began fulfilling his duties. “Our next contest is an Under Arrest Match! First person to uh…” the announcer paused, making sure he was reading the match correctly before continuing. “...handcuff the other after a successful submission, wins!”
The match brought an approving roar from the audience, as it had not been seen before, but any sort of submission match was viewed with rousing approval.
Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles California, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, she is America’s fiercest standard bearer among the forces of Law and Order….. STEPHANIE ROCKER!”
Stephanie Rocker:
Inner Circle's ‘Bad Boys’ pumped from the speakers, the crowd rising as one to welcome with boos and jeers aplenty FAWN’s One Woman Riot Squad. The woman who was supposed to serve and protect, yet hadn’t been seen in a while doing any such thing, pushed through the curtain and paused at the top of the ramp, the beautifully exotic brunette regarding the lawless louts of Orlando with open scorn.
Hands on her hips, the Sarge, Stephanie, scanned the crowd. She zeroed in on the worst of the lawbreakers in attendance, making a few scribbled notes in a poised pad. The formerly blonde battler, having gone to a more natural-looking brunette with honey blonde highlights, turned her attention to the ring and the mealy official within. She headed down the ramp, scanning for more perps as she went.
Rocker was clad in the familiar L&O togs of years gone by, a dark blue fightin' two-piece with a gold badge pattern emblazoned on the left breast. Of course her attire was currently sheathed by the black-leather trench coat over it, but her stroll provided enough glimpses of leg and belly to force the ne’er-do-wells to get their minds right. Some unusual accessories accompany the Sarge, namely a gun-belt snugged around her hips--and though there's no piece to be seen, a nightstick WAS visible, as were a pair of blue-steel handcuffs.
Ignoring the insults hurled her way, the brunette stomped up the steps and moved to her corner. Shrugging off her coat, Rocker settled in against the buckles, her keen gaze locked on the entryway.
“And her opponent, residing in Rapid City, South Dakota, standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds, your Sheriff of FAWN, the Country Cowgirl, Ariane Sophie Jones!”
Ariane Jones:
Tonight’s attire:
The lights dimmed and a familiar clip-clopping of horses' hooves sounded throughout the arena. The crowd was on its feet, roaring its approval as clapping began from the speakers, many in the audience clapping along as “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began blaring around the arena. The Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared onstage, clad in her unofficial-official Sheriff’s outfit from her Slaybor Day match; her plaid shirt now a solid dark blue, a glimmering gold badge above her right breast. Her dark blue daisy dukes now also held a utility belt containing a pair of handcuffs and a baton. She pealed off a pair of darkened aviators at the top of the ramp, before sliding them into her right breast pocket. “Y’all ready for there to be only one long arm of the law here tonight?!”
The crowd roared its approval.
Ariane nodded along to the music for a few moments, before she gave a massive shouted, “YEEEEHAW”, and began running towards the stage, grin on her face as streams of pyro went off, seemingly chasing alongside her down the ramp. The cowgirl turned pro wrestler, and now unofficial lawwoman, slid into the ring, pushing herself up and crossing the squared circle until she hopped onto a ring post, belting out another ‘YEEHAW,’ which was returned by a chorus of fans.
Hopping off the turnbuckle, she made her way to her corner, eyeing up her opponent across from her.
Stephanie didn’t look impressed. “This is the new Sheriff? I’m going to have to teach you why prudes like yourself get locked up around here.” Rocker flicked out her handcuffs, twirling them around one finger before expertly snapping them into place on her belt.
Ariane shook her head. “Only room in this ring for one law-woman, and that’s gonna be me, sugah.” Passing along her aviators to her fiance, Cimar, who had followed behind his future bride at a more leisurely pace, she leaned down to accept a kiss from him.
“Give her hell, Ari,” he whispered, receiving a grin in reply.
“Oh, that’s the only kind I give in the ring.”
The FAWNatics gave a touching ‘awwww’ at the site, along with others wolf-whistling, as well as wishing they were in Cimar’s place, before settling down as the official in the ring went over the rules of the match with both Stephanie and Ariane.
After the rules were laid out that to win you not only had to get a submission from your opponent, but also had to then put them in handcuffs afterwards. If one happened without the other, or not in that order, the match would continue.
Both women nodded their agreements before the referee stepped out of the way. “Let’s begin!”
DING DING DING
Stephanie started circling her opponent, though was slightly confused as Ariane just started walking towards her. Rocker tried navigating back the way she came, but Ariane just kept heading straight twoards the raven haired ‘cop’.
Finally, facing either being caught in a corner or left without options, Rocker ducked in for a collar and elbow with the much larger wrestler.
A mistake she soon realized as Ariane shoved the shorter wrestler straight back into the turnbuckle behind her, then rammed forward with a shoulder into Steph’s chest.
FAWN’s Sarge wheezed as the air quickly left her lungs, but found no shelter as the redhead laid into her with several chops across her chest. “Y’all wanted me, well, y’all are gonna get these hands!”
Ariane raised her hand one final time high into the air, getting ready to lay an open palm slap to rock Rocker, when the shorter woman barely managed to slip round to the side as Jones’s Hand of Doom fell, smacking only the leather covering the turnbuckle. Rocker, now behind the cowgirl, grabbed a hold of Ariane’s neck and jumped backwards, leaving her knees up for a backbreaker!
The knees dug into Ariane’s back as the cowgirl flopped off, rubbing her bruised spine as Rocker grabbed a handful of red tresses, pulling Jones up to her feet.
“Careful of the hair, Rocker!”
“I’ll arrest you next,” came the backhanded reply. Unfortunately, it gave Ariane enough time to lay an elbow directly into the Sarge’s stomach with enough force to lift her from her feet. Not skipping a beat, Ariane wrapped an arm around Stephanie’s neck, before planting her headfirst into the ring in her patented headlock driver signature, The Hoedown.
“The Hoedown”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3igRig0OKDU
Stephanie flopped onto her back, spasming once from being slammed headfirst into the mat. Getting to her own feet, Ariane hauled a very woozy and out of it Rocker to her feet.
“Y’all want to see a kiss?”
The crowd lost it, hooting and whistling their approval.
“Alright, then…” Ariane brought her right fist to her lips, kissed her knuckles, before plowing them straight into Rocker’s cheek in her new Finisher, the Cowgirl Kiss.
“The Cowgirl Kiss”: youtu.be/SGwu2FPWIlk?si=RIbWAV2kQ_SAmfMx&t=126
Rocker dropped like a bag of rocks; the former law-woman of FAWN laid out by the brutal looking knockout punch. A slight ‘awww’ of disapproval floated around the audience, as they had expected a much more steamy display from the usually very puritanical pugilist.
Un-flummoxed by several catcalls sent her way, Ariane rolled a now barely conscious Sarge onto her face, before settling in above her, grabbing the back of Rocker’s boyshorts and top. “Ref, ya said I had to get a submission before I could cuff her, right?”
The referee nodded.
“Sounds good to me!”
With the practiced ease that came from decades of hefting haybales at the ranch, as well as wrestling opponents, Ariane deadlifted the semi-there Rocker with the ease and speed that would make any professional weightlifter proud, hefting her around her shoulders like a scarf. “Then let’s play a tune shall we?”
“Honky Tonk Blues”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1O2SYIz-Eg&t=8s
Jones began playing Rocker, waking her up to immediate consciousness as she stretched her back and forth. Only a few clefts into the intro of the Honky Tonk Blues had The Sarge tap, tap, tapping for a presto outro. No bell was rung though, as there was one more step to bring a ‘V’ into Ariane’s column for the night.
Well, a couple steps more than Rocker appreciated. As what goes up, must come down, as the former law-woman of FAWN found out with an argentine backbreaker Ariane affectionately coined, “Brokeback Country”
“Brokeback Country”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=huycKmCd-BA&t=31s
As soon as she was released, Rocker flopped to the mat, chest up, modest breasts heaving slowly showing her unconscious state. Ariane went to grab for her cuffs, when she stopped, a smile coming to her face.
“I know y’all think I’m a prude…”
A raucous bit of laughter echoed throughout the arena.
“So let’s give Rocker something special for resisting arrest, shall we?”
A cheer went up among the crowd as Ariane pulled a flopping Stephanie to a kneeling position in front of her. The cowgirl bent down, before letting the Sarge’s head flop right onto her chest, disappearing within the cavern between the mountains.
“Stephanie Rocker, y’all are under arrest and no longer the top law-woman of FAWN,” Ariane stated, wrapping her arms around Stephanie’s face, plunging her deeper into the trench, bringing an even more outrageous amount of catcalls and whistles that had Ariane turning brighter red than the smoke covered sun. “Dang it Cat, why did you say I had to do this…” she grumbled, only heard by the referee as she carefully clinked the handcuffs together behind Stephanie’s back.
Only as the cuffs went on the second hand, did the bell ring.
“Your winner, by uh…handcuffed submission…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
Ariane stood, Rocker separating from her prison with an audible ‘plop’ before slumping to the mat. An embarrassed cowgirl stepped back slightly, shaking her head while waving to cool her face off in what suddenly felt like 1000 degree heat.
The referee raised her hand in victory, as her fiance, Cimar entered the ring.
“Ya did great, Babe.”
A new flush crept across her cheeks with the look Cimar was giving her, before enveloping her in a hug. “Now let’s book her so the real fun can start tonight.”
Ariane grinned, a hungry look to her eyes. “Works for me!”
Slinging Rocker over her shoulder, Ariane left through the ropes pulled open by Cimar, the couple heading up the ramp. Ariane paused, then turned around and shouted loud enough to be picked up by everyone in the arena.
“This here was a demonstration to anyone in the back who dares to go against the Sheriff of FAWN! If you break the law, y’all are gonna get a Cowgirl Kiss!”