Post by hawkeye on Jan 8, 2020 0:47:10 GMT
“Ladies and gentleman,” the announcer remarks, taking a step toward the middle of the ring, “your next contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Sacramento, California… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, ladies and gentlemen… you know what to do. Give it up for… SIIIDDD… “THHHEEE KIIIDDD”… DUUUFFFFFFYYY!!!!!
”COULD HAVE BEEN ME”:
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8obR2hx6Og )
The FAWNatics preside a resoundingly welcome as the Struts’ “Could Have Been Me” begins to play over the public address system. Sidney uses both hands to throw the curtains open before stepping through, her arrival prompting ANOTHER burst of cheers and appreciative whistles from the capacity crowd. Even without the looks, she is the sort practically guaranteed to inspire adoration in a paying crowd: her light brown eyes capable of charming the most detached cynic and her bright smile capable of thawing the iciest of hearts, her incredibly pleasing figure thoroughly complimented by a simple yet classic fog grey one piece, currently underneath a traditional white ring jacket, accompanied by white pads and wrestling boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail, secured by a slightly oversized, fluffy white scrunchy.
SID DUFFY
It had taken two years of hard work, sweat, and blood to get from the small arenas of Bangor and the FAWN house show circuit to being positioned to make her pay per view debut inside the Queen’s Chamber. And while she might not have claimed the victory she had so desperately wanted on that occasion, her performance on that stage—hell, her guts in even daring to step onto that stage—she had perhaps claimed a greater victory, winning the hearts of a large portion of the FAWNatics whose hands she readily slapped on her way to the ring.
Reaching the ring, Sid sprints toward the far ringpost. Jumping from the floor, Duffy lands on one knee on the apron, her back to the steel beam. Climbing to her feet, the curvy blonde slips her right leg through the ropes and starts to swing her upper body through the cables… only to stop midway and withdraw, taking a seat on the middle rope—at which point, the crowd begins to chant, “SID! SID! SID!” For the first couple of choruses, Duffy simply nods along, but then she begins to pump a fist in time with the chant, which simply increases their volume. Finally, the hometown girl pulls her way into the ring, quickly swiveling toward the near corner and hoping onto the middle buckle. Again, Duffy pumps her fist in time with the crowd…
“SID! SID! SID!!!
Duffy’s foe waits behind the curtains, face flushing. What had this woman in the ring EVER done to deserve these accolades. The Rodeo Queen growls, waiting impatiently for the tardy announcer to cut the chant short, but the bastard lets it continue.
“SID! SID! SID!!!”
Finally, the idiot is ready.
“And her opponent…hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds…BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
The crowd is rattled out of their Lovefest when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI )
The infamous cowgirl, having sent none other than Ivy Armstrong to Boot Hill at FAWNamania, and who buried Shea London there not long before, though only after the Sensational One ‘Called’ her way to victory over the redhead, appears. Bareback’s greeting is far less welcoming than FAWN’s flavor of the month.
The freckled redhead is clad in her trademark attire, flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue thong bottoms and tan leather chaps. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip and sitting atop her head is a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
BETH JENKINS
Noticeably present is the grappler’s infamous mock ‘branding iron’, the ‘Wild West’-inspired ink gun she’d used to ‘assign’ several wrestlers to her ‘BJ’ ranch, most notably Portia VanBuren not long after the cowgirl’s entry into the organization.
Riding her recent victory over the Bama Slamma, Jenkins looks as confident as ever, sneering at the fans on either side of the aisle. She ignores the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding directly toward the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looks as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
As she reaches the ring, the redhead continues past the steps to the announcer’s table. Beth turns in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raises the stick to her rosy lips as she walks back to the steps, strides up, and slips through the ropes, gazing at Duffy, twirling the ‘branding iron’ in her opposite fingers.
“Well lookie, ‘ere,” Beth says, casting her eyes up and down.
“They see me beatdown one legend, beat another and they deliver a newbie on a platter for me. Y’know, I didn’t get a chance to put the ole ‘BJ’ brand on London or Armstrong, but little girl, I got a feelin’ ain’t nobody gonna save you tonight.”
The crowd boos lustily as Bareback raises the ‘branding iron’ high then plants it into the canvas to leave her mark, black ink injected into the mat before the freckled cowgirl pulls the ‘iron’ off, moves to her corner, and places it carefully just outside.
Jenkins hands over the microphone to a FAWN flunky and moves toward the middle, ready to make Sid her lil’ doggie. The ginger cowgirl drops into an expectant crouch, waiting for the bell to ring.
And as that bell sounds, the rookie shows no hesitation in moving forward and tying up with her veteran foe…
And, while perhaps not entirely surprising given the physical contrast, Duffy earns the evening’s first advantage, securing “Bareback” Beth in a tight side headlock. “Hate to break it to ya, darlin’,” the blonde purrs as she grinds Beth’s noggin, dipping that last word in an exaggerated approximation of Beth’s cowgirl drawl, “but the only one around here who’s gonna need saving tonight is you.”
“Big words comin’ from a rowdy calf,” Jenkins responds, her legs churning to push Sidney back toward the ropes. “Trust me, I’m gonna enjoy breakin’ ya, honey.”
With that, the Redheaded Rodeo Queen pushes free, shooting her opponent into the far ropes. Taking a step back toward the center of the ring, Beth shuffles her feet and broadens her stance, lowering a shoulder to absorb the impact of Duffy’s return journey and put the snot nosed brat flat on her ass. On one score, at least, Jenkins succeeds: she absorbs the jolt of the collision with Sidney with only a small backward step, but the newcomer remains upright.
Much to the crowd’s delight.
Fuming, Beth determines that she needs to be the one in motion, and pivots into a sprint toward the near cables. Now, it’s Duffy who shifts her weight, lowers a shoulder…
‘THOONK!’
Down goes… “Bareback” Beth, the onetime rodeo queen plopping to a seat on the mat.
Much to the crowd’s rapture.
“Nice shootin’, Tex,” Sid says with a smirk.
Again, the crowd begins to chant Sidney’s name, and a grinning Kid urges them on with a wave of her hand. Furious with these idiots for their continued foolishness, and perhaps a bit furious with herself for not having done enough yet to shut them all up, Jenkins picks herself off the deck. But rather than move into another tie up, the redhead raises her right hand, fingers waving to invite the blonde into a test of strength.
Duffy looks to the crowd, and the FAWNatics prove a divided audience: some appear convinced that the Kid can handle this test with aplomb, many others not trusting “Bareback” to even let it get that far. Sidney weighs her options, but then, with a slight shrug of her shoulders, she lifts her left hand to meet Beth’s ri…
“Oooooppphh!!!”
The skeptics in the audience prove wise, as the Redheaded Rodeo Queen quickly surges into a kneelift to the stomach that doubles the less experienced woman over. Beth turns her back to her foe, reaching over her shoulder to grab the slumped Sidney’s head and deposit her to the canvas with a snapmare. Straightening up, the cowgirl then launches a kick, the worn leather of her boot meeting Duffy’s back with an echoing ‘THWAP!’
“Just you wait, darlin’,” Beth mutters, reaching down to snatch a handful of hair. “You’ll be beggin’ to kiss those boots, if it’ll save your ass from my iron.”
“Lenore couldn’t make me beg,” the Kid hisses as she returns to her feet. “You won’t, either.”
“No,” the redhead replies, “she just jugged your ass out. With a couple of shot glasses.”
Taking the blonde by the wrist, Jenkins launches the youngster toward the far ropes with an Irish whip. And as Sidney charges back toward her, “Bareback” raises an arm, looking to lasso herself a wild mare with a wicked clothesline. But Duffy ducks the clothesline, carrying on at top speed toward the opposite strands. Beth swivels around, but before she can figure out a new course of action, Sid the Kid is already on top of her—quite literally, riding the Redheaded Rodeo Queen down to the mat with a Thesz Press.
THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXD4hNUB4Lk
Remaining in the saddle, Duffy unloads with a barrage of forearms, Jenkins doing her best to cover up. Eventually, though, Beth manages to buck the blonde off her, Sidney quickly scrambling up to her feet. “Rich, you knocking the Raven’s knockers,” the Kid muses, “considering you’ve gotta have THE flattest ass to ever rock a set of assless chaps.”
As Beth struggles to pick herself up, Sidney grabs a wrist and tugs the redhead toward her, scooping her arms around the cowgirl’s thighs and lifting Jenkins off her feet. The Redheaded Rodeo Queen soon lets out a startled squawk as Duffy drops forward, driving Beth’s vertebrae into the harsh canvas with an emphatic spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fu-g3OUqsV0
Finding herself conveniently positioned between “Bareback’s” splayed stems, Sid gathers them up and scoots forward, folding the redhead into a neat little matchbook. The referee checks Jenkins’ shoulders, and finding them flat against the mat, he slaps off the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bareback bucks her way off the canvas, backward somersaulting out of the matchbook, ending on her chest, face down.
The Kid casts a glance in the official’s direction for confirmation and gets two raised fingers. Duffy’s quickly to her feet, reaching for the shoulder-length auburn locks of the Tombstone native. With a wrist and a clutch of rosy locks, Sid yanks the dazed cowgirl to her feet.
Keeping Jenkins in place with a dual grip on her foe’s ears, the power-packed, late bloomer decks Beth with a battering butt to the Arizonan’s forehead, the impact doubled when the back of Bareback’s skull CLUNKS against the thinly-covered plywood as she reaches the deck. Jenkins cradles her aching noggin with both arms, the head of the proprietor of the ‘BJ’ ranch swimming. Her boot leather patters against the mat, the redhead mired in pain and frustration.
But Sid isn’t finished pushing her advantage. Grabbing both of Bareback’s ankles, she raises the ivory legs high. She drops the right and swings her body around the left, straddling the knee as she spins. Returning to snatch the right after a 360, Sid crosses the cowgirl’s stems in a familiar figure, left calf across her right stem at the knee. Duffy drops to the canvas and seals the deal, capturing the former rodeo queen in a figure-four leglock.
Figure-four leglock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV9j4VJUNMg )
The blonde pushes up on her palms to increase the pressure, Bareback arching into an anguished bridge, face etched in agony from the expertly applied submission. The Kid calls on the ref to ask Jenkins if she wants to tap out her surrender and the man is met with more than one f-bomb from the surly cowgirl.
Perfect pearlies gritting in pain, it’s Beth’s turn to push up on her palms. She hand-walks to the ropes behind her, an agonizing course, taking a dozen long, grueling seconds. Finally reaching her salvation, Beth wraps a hand around the bottom rope and demands release. Another pulse from Sid’s sinewy stems makes it more an eager request. Duffy relents at ‘TWO’, throwing up her hands as she unties her limbs from the wincing Jenkins.
Sid rolls to her feet, hopping excitedly, motioning for Beth to rise. Jenkins does slowly with the help of the cables. When the official steps away, motioning for the battle to recommence, the emerald-eyed Arizonan quickly dips and slips her head and torso between the strands, insisting the zebra keep Duffy back with a pushed, plaintive palm.
“Are you feeling out of your element, cowgirl?” Duffy chuckles. “Maybe you should be in here with one of those animals you rope and tie. The kind that can’t fight back.”
Steaming, Beth reenters and charges The Kid with a right cross leading the way. Duffy deftly blocks the punch with a forearm and returns fire, sending a fist PLOWING into Beth’s jaw, the redhead’s noggin sent on a swivel. A woozy Jenkins tries to match tit-for-tat but Sid proves quite the brawler, blocking and blasting, Beth’s braincase again violently whipping away from another right. Another block. Another right. Another block. Another right.
A glassy-eyed Bareback is out on her feet, swaying like wheat in the wind in front of a grinning Duffy. The burly blonde pulls the smaller cowgirl close, surrounding her in a tight bearhug and squeezing the breath from the freckled fighter. Sid lowers her grips to around Jenkins’ glutes, lifting her foe off the canvas a good twelve inches or more before dropping to one knee and DRIVING the juncture of Beth’s thighs into bended knee. The reverse Atomic Drop has Beth frozen, mouth agape in a tight ‘O’, Jenkins appropriately bow-legged, her crotch likely feeling like she’s had a day-long ride on the trail.
Frozen in place, Jenkins can’t defend against a gutting toe kick to the tummy, Bareback doubling over at the waist. Sid tugs her foe into a front facelock while dipping under the limp left arm of the Tombstone Terror. She completes her signature Duffy Double with a Snap DDT that delivers the aching Arizona native to the deck in a flash, the crown of the redhead’s skull CRASHING against the canvas.
A beleaguered Beth tumbles over and skids to a stop, left in a motionless starfish. Meanwhile, the conquering hero kips to her feet to the roar of the crowd. Obviously recovered from her trip to Lemarchand’s House of Horrors, Sid’s ready to close down 2019 with momentum to spare.
Peeling herself off the mat, a wobbling Jenkins stumbles to the nearest corner, flopping into the juncture of the ropes, arms draped over the uppermost cables on either side. Beth sags into the buckles, unaware of a charging Sid. Duffy leaps from several feet out, her destroyer-class frame BURYING the relatively slender cowgirl under an abundance of blonde muscle. The Kid leans into the sandwiched Beth after impact, not allowing the limp redhead to melt to the canvas.
Ascending to a stance on the bottom ropes, a leg up on either side of the flagging Bareback, Sid fires away, again showing her fertile fisticuffs. The mounted punches BANG into Jenkins’ cranium, Beth’s head pulled back to offer the juiciest of targets. The rampaging Duffy is unstoppable until the ref’s count coerces her to dismount, back away, and plead for forgiveness, though none is necessary as far as the FAWNatics are concerned. She turns her attention to the masses.
“You think Beth needs a brand of her own?” Sid shouts.
A “YES” chant erupts instantly and The Kid nods along.
Duffy pivots to set up a backhand swing and level a knife edge chop at Bareback’s collar, ready to leave a rosy stripe across Beth’s clavicle. But it’s a swing and an unexpected miss, Beth dipping under the shot. An off-balance Duffy falls into the corner, turning only in time for Beth to leap into a lariat CRASHING across Sid’s throat, rocking the blonde. With Duffy’s head dipping after the collision, the auburn-haired Arizonan straightens Duffy with a European Uppercut that snaps her foe’s head back in a wicked whiplash.
Momentarily shellshocked, the bigger blonde droops deep into the corner. A recovering Beth slips behind her foe and climbs nimbly to the middle ropes behind The Kid, Bareback grabbing Duffy by the shoulders from behind so she can’t wander.
“This type of branding’ll have to do for now, loser,” Jenkins purrs between pants.
The freckled fighter snugly presses her right knee into the back of Sid’s noggin and uses her left leg to push off the cables behind her, propelling Duffy forward then down, the cowgirl branding her calf in face flattening style, the maneuver her own special signature fashion of cosmetic surgery.
Calf Branding ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi-SMa18DQ0 )
Shoveling the woozy blonde over to her back, “Bareback” Beth plants one palm atop Sid’s tummy and the other against Duffy’s cheek, pressing the Kid’s other cheek harshly against the canvas as the referee counts off…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beth’s particular form of Calf Branding can definitely take a lot of fight out of a girl, but it would take a much more serious cover to keep the Kid down for three seconds. Not that the rowdy redhead seems the least bit flustered by her opponent’s resilience. Rising, Jenkins hairhauls the novice up onto rubbery stems, and drags Sidney over to the near corner. “There ain’t a soul in this building who doesn’t know I can outwrestle you till the cows come home,” Beth coos. “But the simple fact of the matter is, I don’t HAVE to.”
Tightening her grip on the newcomer’s locks, Jenkins follows up her earlier “Branding” by SLAMMING Sid’s face into the leather padding of the top turnbuckle a good half dozen times. By the time she relents and spins the Kid so her back rests against the buckles, Duffy’s eyes are dulled and unfocused, her eyelids blinking lazily in confusion. With a smirk, Beth kicks Sid’s left leg out from underneath her, the right quickly buckling and following suit, sending the upstart plopping to a seat in the corner. She then places the worn sole of her boot against Duffy’s left cheek and shoves down once, twice, and thrice, wiping her boot on the face of the Kid, and drawing considerable scorn from the crowd in the process.
Turning from her downed prey, Jenkins sashays her way to the opposite corner, raising a hand overhead and whipping her finger in a circle, that lasso signal an unmistakable sign of her intentions. Sure enough, the Redheaded Rodeo Queen swivels and sprints back in Sidney’s direction, leaping with reckless abandon onto the Kid’s sternum, making it her saddle. And, despite how passionately this crowd had initially come out in Duffy’s favor earlier this evening, the sensual gyrations of Beth’s hips as she relishes her bronco buster earns the cowgirl a resounding wave of lustful cheers.
Ceasing her buffeting—but not dismounting her ride—Beth looks up with a raised eyebrow. “Giving up on this bytch already?” Jenkins asks.
And just like that, order is restored, the crowd once again jeering Jenkins.
Shaking her head, “Bareback” removes one hand from the top rope, again plunging her digits into Duffy’s tresses. And, just as she had done against Shea London, the Redheaded Rodeo Queen violently THRUSTS her hips forward, mashing her mound into Sid’s mug.
“YIPPEE!”
Another thrust.
“KI!”
And another.
“YAY!”
And the most savage thrust yet.
“MOTHERF*CKER!”
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYMIC6SIGVg
“Not bad for a flat ass, huh?” Beth wryly asks as she steps away, but she soon snatches another handful of Duffy’s hair, pulling the blonde out of the corner and to all fours. Again, she saddles her opponent, this time settling her tush against the small of Sidney’s back as she slips her boots against the Kid’s thighs. Keeping one hand tight on Sid’s tresses, Jenkins reaches her other hand behind, sliding it down Duffy’s glutes to latch a claw on the blonde’s vulnerable crotch!
At this point, whether a rookie or a twenty-year veteran, pride goes out the window. With a tortured howl, Sid has little choice but to start scampering around the ring on her hands and knees, Beth riding her as skillfully as you can imagine, adjusting her balance to account for every buck and jostle from the blonde as Duffy futilely attempts to dislodge the redhead.
At long last, regardless of what the clock might say, “Bareback’s” 8 Second Ride comes to a merciful end, Beth rising as Duffy crumples into a mewling heap. Grabbing the Kid’s left wrist, Jenkins pulls the blonde’s arm away from her body. “Been working on sprucin’ this hold up a little bit,” the redhead drawls, stepping around Sid’s wing, hooking her boot against Duffy’s shoulder and forcing the novice over to her belly. Dropping to one knee, Beth sandwiches her foe’s arm between her calf and thigh, while also trapping that limb against Sid’s back in a hammerlock. Jenkins then turns her attention to the blonde’s legs, stuffing the Kid’s right boot against the pit of her left knee before pulling up on Sidney’s left boot. The Redheaded Rodeo Queen then reaches through the keyhole, hoisting Sid’s gams off the mat and putting an ungodly arch into the Kid’s spine.
BUCKLE BUNNY TWIST:
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=APLwUXpkU8Y )
Sidney cries out in torment, burying her one free hand in her own hair and tugging away. “Said I didn’t HAVE to outwrestle you,” Beth taunts. “Never said I WOULDN’T.”
Taking a knee beside the wailing newcomer, the official asks, “You wanna give, Sid?”
Duffy doesn’t answer in words. Instead, she lets go of her hair and waves him away. Fortunately for the blonde, as cruel and punishing as Beth’s hold absolutely is, she had applied it JUUUUUST a little too close to the ropes. It takes Sid a moment to reach, but her fingers manage to coil around the bottom cable, prompting the official to call for a break.
Uttering an unintelligible string of curses, Beth finally shows a little frustration with the Kid’s stubbornness as she tosses Duffy’s gams away. Getting to her feet, the redhead drags Sidney up as well with a handful of hair, backing her up against the ropes. Drawing a hand back, the cowgirl BLISTERS the blonde’s chest with an eye-watering chop. She follows up with a second one, her palm BLASTING Sid’s chest with an even more resounding impact…
… and yet, the grimace that flashes across Sidney’s face passes quickly, the blonde’s eyes suddenly flickering with anger. Before Jenkins can load up for a third chop, Duffy grabs the redhead’s shoulders and swaps roles, forcing “Bareback’s” back against the rubber coated steel and drawing her own hand back!
‘THWAK!!!’
Duffy’s open hand chop finds its mark, lifting Beth’s right foot off the mat for a moment as the cowgirl’s hand moves to soothe away the sting. Sid’s not having it, sweeping that hand away before delivering a second, LOUDER chop. Pressing her forearm up and under Jenkins’ jawline, the newcomer forces Beth’s head back, opening up the former rodeo queen’s chest more than ever before…
… but instead of launching a third chop, the Kid instead brings a finger to her lips, shushing the crowd. The audience swiftly complies, dropping the ordinary raucous baseline of the FAWN Arena toward an almost eerie quiet. Until…
’THWAAAAK!!!!!!’
“Gawddamn!!!” Beth mutters through clinched teeth, the force of the chop actually enough to compel the redhead to push past her attacker and stagger toward the near corner. Sid gathers her quickly, though, taking a wrist and preparing to Irish whip…
No.
Just as quickly as the Kid had asserted control, it appears that Beth is ready to snatch it right back, reversing the whip and launching Duffy toward the ropes. Only as Sid hits the strands, not only does she pick up speed on her return faster than Jenkins anticipates, the blonde beauty also lowers a shoulder, plowing into “Bareback’s” belly and spearing the cowgirl inside out!
SPEAR:
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXIeaRoKPTI )
The smaller redhead is sent head over heels from the vicious tackle, Jenkins left face down and motionless beside a kneeling Sid. The roar of the crowd accompanies Duffy shoveling Beth to her back and she drops across the gutted Jenkins for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Beth shudders to life, throwing a shoulder up and disappointing the sellout crowd. Up to her haunches next to her foe, The Kid casts a glance at the referee. The man assures her with two raised fingers, the frustration of the near fall fading from Sid’s features. She snatches a wrist and shoulder and hauls the freckled fighter to wobbly feet.
Duffy aims Beth at the far ropes and heaves the slender cowgirl on her way with an Irish Whip. Jenkins rebounds toward her increasingly confident foe, Sid stationed center stage. Duffy collects the sprinting redhead on her hip and uses Bareback’s momentum to vault her into the air. The hard-body blonde sits out with Jenkins in front of her and parallel to the canvas, Beth CRASHING to the canvas via a spectacular gourdbuster between Duffy’s extended legs.
Tilt-a-whirl sitout gourdbuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GFSu9FkdKQ )
The dazed Jenkins absently flops to her back, but Duffy doesn’t go for another pinning attempt. Instead, she heads for the nearest set of ropes, ascending to the middle strands and turning to face her foe. Sid quickly launches, SLAMMING down across Beth’s open midriff with a simple but gutbusting senton that sends a jackknifing tremor through the redhead’s frame. She settles to the canvas and a lounging Duffy, back still across Beth’s tummy, scoops up both pale legs and rolls Jenkins into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Beth manages to kick her way out of the predicament at the last instant, stunning Sid and, truth be told, the ref who seems surprised he only holds only two digits aloft, the man turning to make sure the timekeeper doesn’t call the match prematurely.
Duffy slaps the mat, exasperated at the cowgirl’s stubborn streak but ready to make the escape academic.
The Kid tugs a ragdolled Jenkins to her feet, collecting a flaccid and doubled Jenkins with one underhook of an arm then a second, ready to send the redhead to the last round-up with her Sid Spin.
Sid Spin ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9gl6HnzB1I ) @ 00:08
But before Duffy can lock her fingers and launch, the owner of the ‘BJ’ ranch and chronic cheat drives a knee into the crotch of her rival. The move reeks of desperation but is awfully effective, Sid’s face twisting in agony as her arms slip out of the hooks on Jenkins, the limbs falling to her sides. Her hands move toward the juncture of her thighs when the rubber-legged redhead stumbles backward, Jenkins falling into the ropes to keep herself upright. Meanwhile a wide-eyed Duffy is frozen mid-ring. Gathering up any reserves she has available, Beth surges forward, right arm extended to the side and RIPS The Kid off her feet with a lariat.
Beth skids to a stop and takes in a couple deep breaths as a stunned Sid stares at the rafters in a pained daze. Jenkins strides wearily to her foe, sinking a set of nails into Sid’s scalp.
“Never let a cowgirl back in the saddle,” Jenkins informs the wincing Duffy, Beth pulling the bigger blonde up to her knees. Bareback secures a front facelock and whips herself to the ground, PLANTING Duffy’s skull into the canvas with a kneeling snap DDT.
Kneeling Snap DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WGLIRiiPQU ) @ 00:03
The strength and precision is a sight, Sid left in a momentary headstand from the maneuver before flopping to her back. Beth can’t pass on the inviting and unresponsive target, leaping into a lateral press, the rodeo queen hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Duffy shows she means to leave her Madhouse loss to Lenore in the past, throwing a shoulder off the deck to the wide-eyed consternation of Bareback and to the loud approval of the FAWNatics.
The blue-eyed battler has other ideas, recovering from her feral frustration and savagely ripping the bigger blonde to her feet. Beth ducks her head and stuffs it between Sid’s thighs, wrapping her hands behind the knees of The Kid. Showing she has power in her wiry frame, Bareback lifts Duffy over her shoulders, maintaining her grip on Sid’s stems, The Kid draping down Jenkins’ back.
There’s a groan of worry from the crowd as Sid wriggles for her freedom, trying to flip all the way over and land on her feet but unable. Beth lets the inevitable sink in, taking a quick spin so she can face the hard camera. She backpedals into the buckles behind her to give Duffy a little taste of what’s to come then surges forward and PLANTS The Kid’s head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Hog Tie Driver.
Hog Tie Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTePYfoXHs8 )
Though Sid involuntarily jerks up to a sitting position, she’s out on her seat. Beth turns and shoves her foe flat to the canvas, finishing the bow of her tie with a crossbody pin and hooked legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Holding Duffy in place until the tolling of the bell, Beth disdainfully shoves the muscular but stilled legs of the blonde away, leaving Sid on her side as the redhead wearily rises, Bareback leaning against the zebra for support.
“Raise my f’n hand,” Beth demands in a whisper and the official does as he’s told while the ring announcer makes the result legal.
“Your winner by pinfall…Bareback Beth Jenkins!”
The redhead rips her hand away from the official and sneers at the unhappy masses. She points at Duffy behind her.
“You thought she was a badass who was going to break me,” Jenkins expounds. “She’s just another one of the herd.”
Beth moves to the ropes, slips through and drops to the floor. Ignoring the jeers, she plucks her mock ‘branding iron’ off the cement and rolls back in under the bottom rope, using the tool to push to her feet, leaving a black ‘BJ’ ink injection in the canvas.
Clearly meaning to do the same to the softly stirring Sid, the ref tries to intervene but a swing with the “iron” sends the man heading for the hills. The Tombstone native moves next to the defeated blonde and plunges the end into the outer left thigh of The Kid.
Sid spasms to life from the prickly stings of the ink gun but the freckled fighter keeps it in place long enough to mark her ‘prize’.
Raising the “iron” aloft, the joyous Bareback Beth circles the ring in triumph while a bleary-eyed and bleating Sid tries to understand what’s been done. Realizing she’s been ‘branded’, she slaps the canvas and flops to her back, staring teary-eyed into the heavens.
The rampaging redhead leaves the confines of the squared circle and collects her hat and spurs. She heads for the saloon to party, her growing momentum making Beth a lightweight title threat to anyone paying attention.
”COULD HAVE BEEN ME”:
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8obR2hx6Og )
The FAWNatics preside a resoundingly welcome as the Struts’ “Could Have Been Me” begins to play over the public address system. Sidney uses both hands to throw the curtains open before stepping through, her arrival prompting ANOTHER burst of cheers and appreciative whistles from the capacity crowd. Even without the looks, she is the sort practically guaranteed to inspire adoration in a paying crowd: her light brown eyes capable of charming the most detached cynic and her bright smile capable of thawing the iciest of hearts, her incredibly pleasing figure thoroughly complimented by a simple yet classic fog grey one piece, currently underneath a traditional white ring jacket, accompanied by white pads and wrestling boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail, secured by a slightly oversized, fluffy white scrunchy.
SID DUFFY
It had taken two years of hard work, sweat, and blood to get from the small arenas of Bangor and the FAWN house show circuit to being positioned to make her pay per view debut inside the Queen’s Chamber. And while she might not have claimed the victory she had so desperately wanted on that occasion, her performance on that stage—hell, her guts in even daring to step onto that stage—she had perhaps claimed a greater victory, winning the hearts of a large portion of the FAWNatics whose hands she readily slapped on her way to the ring.
Reaching the ring, Sid sprints toward the far ringpost. Jumping from the floor, Duffy lands on one knee on the apron, her back to the steel beam. Climbing to her feet, the curvy blonde slips her right leg through the ropes and starts to swing her upper body through the cables… only to stop midway and withdraw, taking a seat on the middle rope—at which point, the crowd begins to chant, “SID! SID! SID!” For the first couple of choruses, Duffy simply nods along, but then she begins to pump a fist in time with the chant, which simply increases their volume. Finally, the hometown girl pulls her way into the ring, quickly swiveling toward the near corner and hoping onto the middle buckle. Again, Duffy pumps her fist in time with the crowd…
“SID! SID! SID!!!
Duffy’s foe waits behind the curtains, face flushing. What had this woman in the ring EVER done to deserve these accolades. The Rodeo Queen growls, waiting impatiently for the tardy announcer to cut the chant short, but the bastard lets it continue.
“SID! SID! SID!!!”
Finally, the idiot is ready.
“And her opponent…hailing from Tombstone, Arizona, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds…BAREBACK BETH JENKINS!”
The crowd is rattled out of their Lovefest when “Wildflower” by JaneDear Girls reverberates through the bowl.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0IhlquYlI )
The infamous cowgirl, having sent none other than Ivy Armstrong to Boot Hill at FAWNamania, and who buried Shea London there not long before, though only after the Sensational One ‘Called’ her way to victory over the redhead, appears. Bareback’s greeting is far less welcoming than FAWN’s flavor of the month.
The freckled redhead is clad in her trademark attire, flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare—blue thong bottoms and tan leather chaps. Her feet are adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso is attached to her hip and sitting atop her head is a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
BETH JENKINS
Noticeably present is the grappler’s infamous mock ‘branding iron’, the ‘Wild West’-inspired ink gun she’d used to ‘assign’ several wrestlers to her ‘BJ’ ranch, most notably Portia VanBuren not long after the cowgirl’s entry into the organization.
Riding her recent victory over the Bama Slamma, Jenkins looks as confident as ever, sneering at the fans on either side of the aisle. She ignores the jeers and catcalls from the crowd, the Pale Rider striding directly toward the squared circle without hesitation. The redhead looks as though she’s headed down Main Street of old Tombstone at high noon, keeping out of the reach of those extending for a handshake or high-five, the rabble not worthy of her time.
As she reaches the ring, the redhead continues past the steps to the announcer’s table. Beth turns in her spurs, lasso and ten-gallon for a microphone. Jenkins raises the stick to her rosy lips as she walks back to the steps, strides up, and slips through the ropes, gazing at Duffy, twirling the ‘branding iron’ in her opposite fingers.
“Well lookie, ‘ere,” Beth says, casting her eyes up and down.
“They see me beatdown one legend, beat another and they deliver a newbie on a platter for me. Y’know, I didn’t get a chance to put the ole ‘BJ’ brand on London or Armstrong, but little girl, I got a feelin’ ain’t nobody gonna save you tonight.”
The crowd boos lustily as Bareback raises the ‘branding iron’ high then plants it into the canvas to leave her mark, black ink injected into the mat before the freckled cowgirl pulls the ‘iron’ off, moves to her corner, and places it carefully just outside.
Jenkins hands over the microphone to a FAWN flunky and moves toward the middle, ready to make Sid her lil’ doggie. The ginger cowgirl drops into an expectant crouch, waiting for the bell to ring.
And as that bell sounds, the rookie shows no hesitation in moving forward and tying up with her veteran foe…
And, while perhaps not entirely surprising given the physical contrast, Duffy earns the evening’s first advantage, securing “Bareback” Beth in a tight side headlock. “Hate to break it to ya, darlin’,” the blonde purrs as she grinds Beth’s noggin, dipping that last word in an exaggerated approximation of Beth’s cowgirl drawl, “but the only one around here who’s gonna need saving tonight is you.”
“Big words comin’ from a rowdy calf,” Jenkins responds, her legs churning to push Sidney back toward the ropes. “Trust me, I’m gonna enjoy breakin’ ya, honey.”
With that, the Redheaded Rodeo Queen pushes free, shooting her opponent into the far ropes. Taking a step back toward the center of the ring, Beth shuffles her feet and broadens her stance, lowering a shoulder to absorb the impact of Duffy’s return journey and put the snot nosed brat flat on her ass. On one score, at least, Jenkins succeeds: she absorbs the jolt of the collision with Sidney with only a small backward step, but the newcomer remains upright.
Much to the crowd’s delight.
Fuming, Beth determines that she needs to be the one in motion, and pivots into a sprint toward the near cables. Now, it’s Duffy who shifts her weight, lowers a shoulder…
‘THOONK!’
Down goes… “Bareback” Beth, the onetime rodeo queen plopping to a seat on the mat.
Much to the crowd’s rapture.
“Nice shootin’, Tex,” Sid says with a smirk.
Again, the crowd begins to chant Sidney’s name, and a grinning Kid urges them on with a wave of her hand. Furious with these idiots for their continued foolishness, and perhaps a bit furious with herself for not having done enough yet to shut them all up, Jenkins picks herself off the deck. But rather than move into another tie up, the redhead raises her right hand, fingers waving to invite the blonde into a test of strength.
Duffy looks to the crowd, and the FAWNatics prove a divided audience: some appear convinced that the Kid can handle this test with aplomb, many others not trusting “Bareback” to even let it get that far. Sidney weighs her options, but then, with a slight shrug of her shoulders, she lifts her left hand to meet Beth’s ri…
“Oooooppphh!!!”
The skeptics in the audience prove wise, as the Redheaded Rodeo Queen quickly surges into a kneelift to the stomach that doubles the less experienced woman over. Beth turns her back to her foe, reaching over her shoulder to grab the slumped Sidney’s head and deposit her to the canvas with a snapmare. Straightening up, the cowgirl then launches a kick, the worn leather of her boot meeting Duffy’s back with an echoing ‘THWAP!’
“Just you wait, darlin’,” Beth mutters, reaching down to snatch a handful of hair. “You’ll be beggin’ to kiss those boots, if it’ll save your ass from my iron.”
“Lenore couldn’t make me beg,” the Kid hisses as she returns to her feet. “You won’t, either.”
“No,” the redhead replies, “she just jugged your ass out. With a couple of shot glasses.”
Taking the blonde by the wrist, Jenkins launches the youngster toward the far ropes with an Irish whip. And as Sidney charges back toward her, “Bareback” raises an arm, looking to lasso herself a wild mare with a wicked clothesline. But Duffy ducks the clothesline, carrying on at top speed toward the opposite strands. Beth swivels around, but before she can figure out a new course of action, Sid the Kid is already on top of her—quite literally, riding the Redheaded Rodeo Queen down to the mat with a Thesz Press.
THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXD4hNUB4Lk
Remaining in the saddle, Duffy unloads with a barrage of forearms, Jenkins doing her best to cover up. Eventually, though, Beth manages to buck the blonde off her, Sidney quickly scrambling up to her feet. “Rich, you knocking the Raven’s knockers,” the Kid muses, “considering you’ve gotta have THE flattest ass to ever rock a set of assless chaps.”
As Beth struggles to pick herself up, Sidney grabs a wrist and tugs the redhead toward her, scooping her arms around the cowgirl’s thighs and lifting Jenkins off her feet. The Redheaded Rodeo Queen soon lets out a startled squawk as Duffy drops forward, driving Beth’s vertebrae into the harsh canvas with an emphatic spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fu-g3OUqsV0
Finding herself conveniently positioned between “Bareback’s” splayed stems, Sid gathers them up and scoots forward, folding the redhead into a neat little matchbook. The referee checks Jenkins’ shoulders, and finding them flat against the mat, he slaps off the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bareback bucks her way off the canvas, backward somersaulting out of the matchbook, ending on her chest, face down.
The Kid casts a glance in the official’s direction for confirmation and gets two raised fingers. Duffy’s quickly to her feet, reaching for the shoulder-length auburn locks of the Tombstone native. With a wrist and a clutch of rosy locks, Sid yanks the dazed cowgirl to her feet.
Keeping Jenkins in place with a dual grip on her foe’s ears, the power-packed, late bloomer decks Beth with a battering butt to the Arizonan’s forehead, the impact doubled when the back of Bareback’s skull CLUNKS against the thinly-covered plywood as she reaches the deck. Jenkins cradles her aching noggin with both arms, the head of the proprietor of the ‘BJ’ ranch swimming. Her boot leather patters against the mat, the redhead mired in pain and frustration.
But Sid isn’t finished pushing her advantage. Grabbing both of Bareback’s ankles, she raises the ivory legs high. She drops the right and swings her body around the left, straddling the knee as she spins. Returning to snatch the right after a 360, Sid crosses the cowgirl’s stems in a familiar figure, left calf across her right stem at the knee. Duffy drops to the canvas and seals the deal, capturing the former rodeo queen in a figure-four leglock.
Figure-four leglock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV9j4VJUNMg )
The blonde pushes up on her palms to increase the pressure, Bareback arching into an anguished bridge, face etched in agony from the expertly applied submission. The Kid calls on the ref to ask Jenkins if she wants to tap out her surrender and the man is met with more than one f-bomb from the surly cowgirl.
Perfect pearlies gritting in pain, it’s Beth’s turn to push up on her palms. She hand-walks to the ropes behind her, an agonizing course, taking a dozen long, grueling seconds. Finally reaching her salvation, Beth wraps a hand around the bottom rope and demands release. Another pulse from Sid’s sinewy stems makes it more an eager request. Duffy relents at ‘TWO’, throwing up her hands as she unties her limbs from the wincing Jenkins.
Sid rolls to her feet, hopping excitedly, motioning for Beth to rise. Jenkins does slowly with the help of the cables. When the official steps away, motioning for the battle to recommence, the emerald-eyed Arizonan quickly dips and slips her head and torso between the strands, insisting the zebra keep Duffy back with a pushed, plaintive palm.
“Are you feeling out of your element, cowgirl?” Duffy chuckles. “Maybe you should be in here with one of those animals you rope and tie. The kind that can’t fight back.”
Steaming, Beth reenters and charges The Kid with a right cross leading the way. Duffy deftly blocks the punch with a forearm and returns fire, sending a fist PLOWING into Beth’s jaw, the redhead’s noggin sent on a swivel. A woozy Jenkins tries to match tit-for-tat but Sid proves quite the brawler, blocking and blasting, Beth’s braincase again violently whipping away from another right. Another block. Another right. Another block. Another right.
A glassy-eyed Bareback is out on her feet, swaying like wheat in the wind in front of a grinning Duffy. The burly blonde pulls the smaller cowgirl close, surrounding her in a tight bearhug and squeezing the breath from the freckled fighter. Sid lowers her grips to around Jenkins’ glutes, lifting her foe off the canvas a good twelve inches or more before dropping to one knee and DRIVING the juncture of Beth’s thighs into bended knee. The reverse Atomic Drop has Beth frozen, mouth agape in a tight ‘O’, Jenkins appropriately bow-legged, her crotch likely feeling like she’s had a day-long ride on the trail.
Frozen in place, Jenkins can’t defend against a gutting toe kick to the tummy, Bareback doubling over at the waist. Sid tugs her foe into a front facelock while dipping under the limp left arm of the Tombstone Terror. She completes her signature Duffy Double with a Snap DDT that delivers the aching Arizona native to the deck in a flash, the crown of the redhead’s skull CRASHING against the canvas.
A beleaguered Beth tumbles over and skids to a stop, left in a motionless starfish. Meanwhile, the conquering hero kips to her feet to the roar of the crowd. Obviously recovered from her trip to Lemarchand’s House of Horrors, Sid’s ready to close down 2019 with momentum to spare.
Peeling herself off the mat, a wobbling Jenkins stumbles to the nearest corner, flopping into the juncture of the ropes, arms draped over the uppermost cables on either side. Beth sags into the buckles, unaware of a charging Sid. Duffy leaps from several feet out, her destroyer-class frame BURYING the relatively slender cowgirl under an abundance of blonde muscle. The Kid leans into the sandwiched Beth after impact, not allowing the limp redhead to melt to the canvas.
Ascending to a stance on the bottom ropes, a leg up on either side of the flagging Bareback, Sid fires away, again showing her fertile fisticuffs. The mounted punches BANG into Jenkins’ cranium, Beth’s head pulled back to offer the juiciest of targets. The rampaging Duffy is unstoppable until the ref’s count coerces her to dismount, back away, and plead for forgiveness, though none is necessary as far as the FAWNatics are concerned. She turns her attention to the masses.
“You think Beth needs a brand of her own?” Sid shouts.
A “YES” chant erupts instantly and The Kid nods along.
Duffy pivots to set up a backhand swing and level a knife edge chop at Bareback’s collar, ready to leave a rosy stripe across Beth’s clavicle. But it’s a swing and an unexpected miss, Beth dipping under the shot. An off-balance Duffy falls into the corner, turning only in time for Beth to leap into a lariat CRASHING across Sid’s throat, rocking the blonde. With Duffy’s head dipping after the collision, the auburn-haired Arizonan straightens Duffy with a European Uppercut that snaps her foe’s head back in a wicked whiplash.
Momentarily shellshocked, the bigger blonde droops deep into the corner. A recovering Beth slips behind her foe and climbs nimbly to the middle ropes behind The Kid, Bareback grabbing Duffy by the shoulders from behind so she can’t wander.
“This type of branding’ll have to do for now, loser,” Jenkins purrs between pants.
The freckled fighter snugly presses her right knee into the back of Sid’s noggin and uses her left leg to push off the cables behind her, propelling Duffy forward then down, the cowgirl branding her calf in face flattening style, the maneuver her own special signature fashion of cosmetic surgery.
Calf Branding ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi-SMa18DQ0 )
Shoveling the woozy blonde over to her back, “Bareback” Beth plants one palm atop Sid’s tummy and the other against Duffy’s cheek, pressing the Kid’s other cheek harshly against the canvas as the referee counts off…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beth’s particular form of Calf Branding can definitely take a lot of fight out of a girl, but it would take a much more serious cover to keep the Kid down for three seconds. Not that the rowdy redhead seems the least bit flustered by her opponent’s resilience. Rising, Jenkins hairhauls the novice up onto rubbery stems, and drags Sidney over to the near corner. “There ain’t a soul in this building who doesn’t know I can outwrestle you till the cows come home,” Beth coos. “But the simple fact of the matter is, I don’t HAVE to.”
Tightening her grip on the newcomer’s locks, Jenkins follows up her earlier “Branding” by SLAMMING Sid’s face into the leather padding of the top turnbuckle a good half dozen times. By the time she relents and spins the Kid so her back rests against the buckles, Duffy’s eyes are dulled and unfocused, her eyelids blinking lazily in confusion. With a smirk, Beth kicks Sid’s left leg out from underneath her, the right quickly buckling and following suit, sending the upstart plopping to a seat in the corner. She then places the worn sole of her boot against Duffy’s left cheek and shoves down once, twice, and thrice, wiping her boot on the face of the Kid, and drawing considerable scorn from the crowd in the process.
Turning from her downed prey, Jenkins sashays her way to the opposite corner, raising a hand overhead and whipping her finger in a circle, that lasso signal an unmistakable sign of her intentions. Sure enough, the Redheaded Rodeo Queen swivels and sprints back in Sidney’s direction, leaping with reckless abandon onto the Kid’s sternum, making it her saddle. And, despite how passionately this crowd had initially come out in Duffy’s favor earlier this evening, the sensual gyrations of Beth’s hips as she relishes her bronco buster earns the cowgirl a resounding wave of lustful cheers.
Ceasing her buffeting—but not dismounting her ride—Beth looks up with a raised eyebrow. “Giving up on this bytch already?” Jenkins asks.
And just like that, order is restored, the crowd once again jeering Jenkins.
Shaking her head, “Bareback” removes one hand from the top rope, again plunging her digits into Duffy’s tresses. And, just as she had done against Shea London, the Redheaded Rodeo Queen violently THRUSTS her hips forward, mashing her mound into Sid’s mug.
“YIPPEE!”
Another thrust.
“KI!”
And another.
“YAY!”
And the most savage thrust yet.
“MOTHERF*CKER!”
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYMIC6SIGVg
“Not bad for a flat ass, huh?” Beth wryly asks as she steps away, but she soon snatches another handful of Duffy’s hair, pulling the blonde out of the corner and to all fours. Again, she saddles her opponent, this time settling her tush against the small of Sidney’s back as she slips her boots against the Kid’s thighs. Keeping one hand tight on Sid’s tresses, Jenkins reaches her other hand behind, sliding it down Duffy’s glutes to latch a claw on the blonde’s vulnerable crotch!
At this point, whether a rookie or a twenty-year veteran, pride goes out the window. With a tortured howl, Sid has little choice but to start scampering around the ring on her hands and knees, Beth riding her as skillfully as you can imagine, adjusting her balance to account for every buck and jostle from the blonde as Duffy futilely attempts to dislodge the redhead.
At long last, regardless of what the clock might say, “Bareback’s” 8 Second Ride comes to a merciful end, Beth rising as Duffy crumples into a mewling heap. Grabbing the Kid’s left wrist, Jenkins pulls the blonde’s arm away from her body. “Been working on sprucin’ this hold up a little bit,” the redhead drawls, stepping around Sid’s wing, hooking her boot against Duffy’s shoulder and forcing the novice over to her belly. Dropping to one knee, Beth sandwiches her foe’s arm between her calf and thigh, while also trapping that limb against Sid’s back in a hammerlock. Jenkins then turns her attention to the blonde’s legs, stuffing the Kid’s right boot against the pit of her left knee before pulling up on Sidney’s left boot. The Redheaded Rodeo Queen then reaches through the keyhole, hoisting Sid’s gams off the mat and putting an ungodly arch into the Kid’s spine.
BUCKLE BUNNY TWIST:
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=APLwUXpkU8Y )
Sidney cries out in torment, burying her one free hand in her own hair and tugging away. “Said I didn’t HAVE to outwrestle you,” Beth taunts. “Never said I WOULDN’T.”
Taking a knee beside the wailing newcomer, the official asks, “You wanna give, Sid?”
Duffy doesn’t answer in words. Instead, she lets go of her hair and waves him away. Fortunately for the blonde, as cruel and punishing as Beth’s hold absolutely is, she had applied it JUUUUUST a little too close to the ropes. It takes Sid a moment to reach, but her fingers manage to coil around the bottom cable, prompting the official to call for a break.
Uttering an unintelligible string of curses, Beth finally shows a little frustration with the Kid’s stubbornness as she tosses Duffy’s gams away. Getting to her feet, the redhead drags Sidney up as well with a handful of hair, backing her up against the ropes. Drawing a hand back, the cowgirl BLISTERS the blonde’s chest with an eye-watering chop. She follows up with a second one, her palm BLASTING Sid’s chest with an even more resounding impact…
… and yet, the grimace that flashes across Sidney’s face passes quickly, the blonde’s eyes suddenly flickering with anger. Before Jenkins can load up for a third chop, Duffy grabs the redhead’s shoulders and swaps roles, forcing “Bareback’s” back against the rubber coated steel and drawing her own hand back!
‘THWAK!!!’
Duffy’s open hand chop finds its mark, lifting Beth’s right foot off the mat for a moment as the cowgirl’s hand moves to soothe away the sting. Sid’s not having it, sweeping that hand away before delivering a second, LOUDER chop. Pressing her forearm up and under Jenkins’ jawline, the newcomer forces Beth’s head back, opening up the former rodeo queen’s chest more than ever before…
… but instead of launching a third chop, the Kid instead brings a finger to her lips, shushing the crowd. The audience swiftly complies, dropping the ordinary raucous baseline of the FAWN Arena toward an almost eerie quiet. Until…
’THWAAAAK!!!!!!’
“Gawddamn!!!” Beth mutters through clinched teeth, the force of the chop actually enough to compel the redhead to push past her attacker and stagger toward the near corner. Sid gathers her quickly, though, taking a wrist and preparing to Irish whip…
No.
Just as quickly as the Kid had asserted control, it appears that Beth is ready to snatch it right back, reversing the whip and launching Duffy toward the ropes. Only as Sid hits the strands, not only does she pick up speed on her return faster than Jenkins anticipates, the blonde beauty also lowers a shoulder, plowing into “Bareback’s” belly and spearing the cowgirl inside out!
SPEAR:
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXIeaRoKPTI )
The smaller redhead is sent head over heels from the vicious tackle, Jenkins left face down and motionless beside a kneeling Sid. The roar of the crowd accompanies Duffy shoveling Beth to her back and she drops across the gutted Jenkins for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Beth shudders to life, throwing a shoulder up and disappointing the sellout crowd. Up to her haunches next to her foe, The Kid casts a glance at the referee. The man assures her with two raised fingers, the frustration of the near fall fading from Sid’s features. She snatches a wrist and shoulder and hauls the freckled fighter to wobbly feet.
Duffy aims Beth at the far ropes and heaves the slender cowgirl on her way with an Irish Whip. Jenkins rebounds toward her increasingly confident foe, Sid stationed center stage. Duffy collects the sprinting redhead on her hip and uses Bareback’s momentum to vault her into the air. The hard-body blonde sits out with Jenkins in front of her and parallel to the canvas, Beth CRASHING to the canvas via a spectacular gourdbuster between Duffy’s extended legs.
Tilt-a-whirl sitout gourdbuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GFSu9FkdKQ )
The dazed Jenkins absently flops to her back, but Duffy doesn’t go for another pinning attempt. Instead, she heads for the nearest set of ropes, ascending to the middle strands and turning to face her foe. Sid quickly launches, SLAMMING down across Beth’s open midriff with a simple but gutbusting senton that sends a jackknifing tremor through the redhead’s frame. She settles to the canvas and a lounging Duffy, back still across Beth’s tummy, scoops up both pale legs and rolls Jenkins into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Beth manages to kick her way out of the predicament at the last instant, stunning Sid and, truth be told, the ref who seems surprised he only holds only two digits aloft, the man turning to make sure the timekeeper doesn’t call the match prematurely.
Duffy slaps the mat, exasperated at the cowgirl’s stubborn streak but ready to make the escape academic.
The Kid tugs a ragdolled Jenkins to her feet, collecting a flaccid and doubled Jenkins with one underhook of an arm then a second, ready to send the redhead to the last round-up with her Sid Spin.
Sid Spin ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9gl6HnzB1I ) @ 00:08
But before Duffy can lock her fingers and launch, the owner of the ‘BJ’ ranch and chronic cheat drives a knee into the crotch of her rival. The move reeks of desperation but is awfully effective, Sid’s face twisting in agony as her arms slip out of the hooks on Jenkins, the limbs falling to her sides. Her hands move toward the juncture of her thighs when the rubber-legged redhead stumbles backward, Jenkins falling into the ropes to keep herself upright. Meanwhile a wide-eyed Duffy is frozen mid-ring. Gathering up any reserves she has available, Beth surges forward, right arm extended to the side and RIPS The Kid off her feet with a lariat.
Beth skids to a stop and takes in a couple deep breaths as a stunned Sid stares at the rafters in a pained daze. Jenkins strides wearily to her foe, sinking a set of nails into Sid’s scalp.
“Never let a cowgirl back in the saddle,” Jenkins informs the wincing Duffy, Beth pulling the bigger blonde up to her knees. Bareback secures a front facelock and whips herself to the ground, PLANTING Duffy’s skull into the canvas with a kneeling snap DDT.
Kneeling Snap DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WGLIRiiPQU ) @ 00:03
The strength and precision is a sight, Sid left in a momentary headstand from the maneuver before flopping to her back. Beth can’t pass on the inviting and unresponsive target, leaping into a lateral press, the rodeo queen hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Duffy shows she means to leave her Madhouse loss to Lenore in the past, throwing a shoulder off the deck to the wide-eyed consternation of Bareback and to the loud approval of the FAWNatics.
The blue-eyed battler has other ideas, recovering from her feral frustration and savagely ripping the bigger blonde to her feet. Beth ducks her head and stuffs it between Sid’s thighs, wrapping her hands behind the knees of The Kid. Showing she has power in her wiry frame, Bareback lifts Duffy over her shoulders, maintaining her grip on Sid’s stems, The Kid draping down Jenkins’ back.
There’s a groan of worry from the crowd as Sid wriggles for her freedom, trying to flip all the way over and land on her feet but unable. Beth lets the inevitable sink in, taking a quick spin so she can face the hard camera. She backpedals into the buckles behind her to give Duffy a little taste of what’s to come then surges forward and PLANTS The Kid’s head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Hog Tie Driver.
Hog Tie Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTePYfoXHs8 )
Though Sid involuntarily jerks up to a sitting position, she’s out on her seat. Beth turns and shoves her foe flat to the canvas, finishing the bow of her tie with a crossbody pin and hooked legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Holding Duffy in place until the tolling of the bell, Beth disdainfully shoves the muscular but stilled legs of the blonde away, leaving Sid on her side as the redhead wearily rises, Bareback leaning against the zebra for support.
“Raise my f’n hand,” Beth demands in a whisper and the official does as he’s told while the ring announcer makes the result legal.
“Your winner by pinfall…Bareback Beth Jenkins!”
The redhead rips her hand away from the official and sneers at the unhappy masses. She points at Duffy behind her.
“You thought she was a badass who was going to break me,” Jenkins expounds. “She’s just another one of the herd.”
Beth moves to the ropes, slips through and drops to the floor. Ignoring the jeers, she plucks her mock ‘branding iron’ off the cement and rolls back in under the bottom rope, using the tool to push to her feet, leaving a black ‘BJ’ ink injection in the canvas.
Clearly meaning to do the same to the softly stirring Sid, the ref tries to intervene but a swing with the “iron” sends the man heading for the hills. The Tombstone native moves next to the defeated blonde and plunges the end into the outer left thigh of The Kid.
Sid spasms to life from the prickly stings of the ink gun but the freckled fighter keeps it in place long enough to mark her ‘prize’.
Raising the “iron” aloft, the joyous Bareback Beth circles the ring in triumph while a bleary-eyed and bleating Sid tries to understand what’s been done. Realizing she’s been ‘branded’, she slaps the canvas and flops to her back, staring teary-eyed into the heavens.
The rampaging redhead leaves the confines of the squared circle and collects her hat and spurs. She heads for the saloon to party, her growing momentum making Beth a lightweight title threat to anyone paying attention.