Post by caspian2 on Jun 15, 2021 6:53:55 GMT
Exhibition: Danielle Valentine vs Kimmy Bash (Texas Barn Brawl)
Note: Kimmy Bash used with permission from bigfan.
Danielle:
(5'9", 140 lbs)
Kimmy:
(6’0”, 148 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
Word on the street was that there was a new Southern girl in town who wanted to make a name for herself, and that was a big no-no in Kimmy Bash’s book. Not on her turf. That’s what the big redneck woman thought, at least, as she waited in the illuminated barnhouse for her opponent to show up that evening.
She was big, muscular for a Virginian girl, but as she looked down at the rest of her 6-foot tall body, she couldn’t help but grin. This new girl was in for one hell of a welcome party by the end of the night if she had anything to do with it. Bash did some last minute fixes to her attire, securing the ends of her red-black plaid shirt just below her bosom, which showed off the rest of her toned midriff. Of course, it wouldn’t be a southern brawl if she wasn’t in her beloved daisy dukes and cowgirl hat, which she tipped as the barn door opposite of her began to slide open with a creak.
In strode Danielle Valentine from the other end, dressed skimpily for a cowgirl as she flashed a nervous grin. The other blonde was dressed in anything but, however, wearing a white bra top that paired well with her own dark navy denim shorts, frayed ridiculously near her groin area. Kimmy saw that Valentine was also sporting a pair of Corral leather boots, though hers were of course of better quality. At least the rookie had the decency to tip her hat to her senior in a show of respect.
There would be none from Bash, however. Tonight was about making her mark, and she would break the new girl’s spirit to establish her rule over the Southern hemisphere.
“Ready to take a beatin’, sugar?” Bash grinned, planting her hands on her hips in casual disdain.
Danielle, however, gave her a little smile back, unperturbed. “Only if you are, honey.”
“What are ya, five?” Kimmy laughed at her opponent’s comeback. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we? There can be only one Queen in this here parts.”
Kimmy signaled to the fight officials, who quickly signaled for the cameras to start rolling. Yes, there were cameras all around to capture the action, all right. This would be, of course, a fully sanctioned fight, with the mid-sized barnhouse laid out with all your usual trappings: bundles of hay stacks in one corner, wooden beams that got in your face for no goddamn reason, with those meat hooks taken out by the officials prior to the start of this contest, just for safety.
Kimmy tested out the dirt they would be fighting on, poking the heels of her brown boots into the reddish-brown bottomland sediment. Just because it was hard earth they would be fightin’ on didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt any less compared to a regular ring. No referee to police this backyard brawl, however, with the only way to win via KO or verbal submission.
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Danielle Valentine looks nervous as her opponent, Kimmy Bash, circled inwards too fast for her liking, her arms and fingers already outstretched, claws bared, hoping to get a piece of her and then put her away for an early bedtime. With little other choice in the matter, Valentine reciprocated, and the two Southern girls stalked each other briefly from a distance before launching themselves forward for a simultaneous tie-up.
Arms wrapped around the neck and over the other woman’s biceps, Bash let out a low growl at the audacity of the new girl to challenge her on her own turf, quickly trying to dominate her with a show of strength. Valentine grunts, getting roughly pushed and pulled and tugged about in the center of the barnhouse, knowing she has to stay calm when facing off against a rabid wildcat like Bash.
Still, she can’t help but grunt as Bash imposes her size, experience and temper upon her, the big blonde using her upper body strength to hoist Valentine’s arms up into her face before pushing downwards, letting gravity assist her in driving the upstart blonde down into the dirt.
“Having fun yet?” Bash lets out a low growl, before literally tossing Danielle off to one side and sending her tumbling into the dirt.
Danielle lets out a shout of surprise as her back hits the barn floor, but she keeps herself rolling across those loose strands of brown hay, finally resetting at a greater distance from Bash. Bash couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at her dominance, gesturing rudely to Danielle to bring it on, if she could. Valentine immediately obliges, however, bursting from her crouched position and making a mad dash forward!
BLAM! The two blondes go spinning backwards and down into the hardened dirt, this backyard brawl taking a literal meaning all of a freakin’ second! Kimmy let out a loud shout as the Spear had connected square with midriff, Danielle having driven one of her shoulders into the pit of her stomach and all the air from her body with a lurching SLAM!
If Bash wanted a bash, she was gonna get one! Danielle wastes NO time, immediately raining punches down into the cocky blonde’s mouth and forehead, holding her head by the hair and using her free hand to sock her to her face over and over again. Bash, however, uses her bulk and strength to twist and thrash from underneath, throwing her attacker off easily, left sputtering as she crawls away on all fours.
When Valentine turns around, Kimmy’s face is full of rage, the beginnings of a split lip already pink and swelling.
“Why you little--!!” Kimmy spits, before charging back into the fray herself.
The two Southern girls FLY at each other once more, spending a good portion of the next minute tossing and turning all over each other on the hard floor, yelping and shrieking as they seize each other by the hair then PULL and TUG with all their strength, trying to subdue the other woman through sheer force of will.
Kimmy however earns some payback as she rolls the smaller girl over repeatedly, straddles Danielle along her waist long enough to rain stiff blows down into her head in turn, with Danielle forced to cover up with both arms over her face to avoid getting flatlined by a diving elbow or two. Still, a balled fist driven down to the belly forces a grunt from Valentine, and she momentarily drops her guard, curling up from the impact.
Another shot RAMS through her guard, with Kimmy nailing her between the eyes and throwing her blonde head back into the dirt. Bash is taking a liking to her dominant position, kneeling over the dazed blonde’s shoulders and continuing to punt her with shots across the face and back, punctuating each hook with a snarky remark and smirk, or two.
“Some Southern girl you are! This is the best rough-housin’ you’ve got?!”
Before Kimmy can deliver a fourth such swipe across Danielle’s face, however, the blonde who’s on her back reaches upwards, perhaps in a desperate move, and catches hold of the only thing that was within reach: the knotted bow between Kimmy’s chest that’s pulled down hard!
With a gasp of her own, Bash goes along for the ride, not wanting her top to get ripped open and her breasts exposed in front of a live television audience. But this also means she comes face-to-face with Danielle, who decided it was the perfect opportunity to ROCK her forehead forward in a nasty Headbutt! OUCH! Bash lets out a shout of pain as her head snaps upwards from the impact, but Danielle ain’t done, still clutching onto the tail ends of her plaid top and continues slamming her forehead up into Kimmy’s, knocking her silly one blow at a time!
Finally, one of Kimmy’s claws (shot out in between the dazzling punts to her head) does the trick of releasing her from Headbutt-hell - Danielle lets out a shriek of her own as sharp fingernails clutched around her right breast, making her thrash about underneath and eventually throw the other blonde off her completely. The damage has been done, unfortunately, as Bash is barely able to lift her head from Danielle’s chest, still shaking from the throbbing pain and no doubt seeing stars swimming in the Southern Texan sky.
Danielle’s first to recover, still massaging her chest as she gets back to her feet, grabbing Kimmy by hair and slowly pulling her back up as well. Time for a little fistiuffed payback for Valentine, as she sends bashing hooks and blows into Kimmy’s jawline, sending the bigger girl sprawling backwards with louder and louder yelps of pain.
Kimmy’s still too dazed to fight back, and when she does, her swings are all over the place or missing entirely, with Danielle ducking under one of her hooks and then nailing her with a balled fist to her paunch, which cuts the bigger girl in half. Valentine then decides to use the furniture to her advantage, grabbing Kimmy by the back of her head and then RAMMING her face-first into one of the wooden pillars, drawing a shout of pain from her lips as Bash goes sliding down the pole, her cheek still glued to the hardwood.
“Come on, Kimmy. Where’s your Southern fighting spirit, eh?” Danielle taunts her from above, circling to the side, already digging her fingernails into the top of her head and deciding how to punish her further.
Kimmy gets pulled to her feet, groaning as she’s then set up for a Suplex back into the hard earth. Danielle takes her time, draping one of her arms around the neck, her free hand reaching down and hooking the frayed rims of Bash’s daisy dukes, tugging roughly upwards on the denim to give the blonde a little makeshift wedgie. Valentine’s even caught smirking by the cameras, taunting Bash with a blatant smooch to the cheek.
“Time to go for a little spin, sugar. Let’s see how strong those dukes of yours ar--AAUGGGHH!!
Without any warning, Kimmy drives her fist into the blonde’s body, deliberate, balled knuckles drilled into the stomach with as much malice as she can muster, as Kimmy fights back, bending Danielle over with shocking uppercuts that land just above her own denimed waistline. Kimmy takes a moment to catch her breath, turning her own face to the side and relishing Valentine’s hot groans off her shoulder.
“Fuck you and your Southern hospitality, bitch!” Bash sneers, before planting a peck on Danielle’s own trembling cheek for payback. “And here’s a little something extra for the road!”
Taking Danielle roughly by the hair, Kimmy sends her flying - quite literally, whipped by her long locks across the barn, where Danielle comes crashing face-first into a plt of hay. The dazed blonde lets out a groan upon impact, lifting her head slightly and not counting her blessings by the fact that she could have landed in something much worse. But she has little time to celebrate, however, as Bash is already stumbling towards her, holding her head with one hand, but then quickly lunging down to pry her from her cushy landing.
Danielle’s still sputtering as she’s pulled to her feet, loose strands of hay and dirt still choking her windpipe. She has double to worry about, however, when Kimmy roughly shoves her against a wooden pillar, pinning her to the rough wood with an elbow thrust to her throat, before bending her over in half with repeated knee lifts to her tummy. Those metal keychains are clanging about loudly indeed as they fly about both girls’ necks all this time.
Kimmy even uses that lone-starred silver medallion around Danielle’s neck for effect, clutching the steel chain between her fingers and then using it to choke Danielle from behind, all the while ruthlessly pinning her face to the wooden column with a hand shoved into the back of her head.
“Give it up, Valentine! Just say you quit and this can all be over!” Bash shouts at her from behind.
Danielle, however, has little intention of doing so, resorts to one of her older tricks in the book as she RAMS her head backwards all of a sudden, which again catches Bash clean between the eyes in a Reverse Headbutt! It looked as though this move was made out of pure desperation, at the risk of her air supply being cut off. As Bash gets thrown backwards with another shout of pain, we can see the marks left by the torturing hold of Danielle’s steel necklace having left its burn marks on the base of her neck.
There’s a brief moment to catch her breath before Danielle CHARGES back at her foe, this time barreling into the dazed Kimmy in a crazed Spear, which sends BOTH women CRASHING through the front doors of the barnhouse, sending wooden splinters flying everywhere, all at once! Good lord! It’s not enough they’ve all but destroyed this random farmer’s property, but now, both fighters seem eager to take it outside!
Kimmy is still slowly crawling back to her knees, utterly dazed, when Danielle POUNCES on her back, that sweet, innocent persona having melted away as Valentine mounts her from the top, snarling dangerously as she locks in the Back Mounted Dragon Sleeper with an arm wrapped around the front of her neck, TWISTING the rest of Kimmy’s upper body and pulling her into a deep embrace!
Kimmy’s eyes go wide with fear as she’s both pinned down from above by Danielle’s body weight, her neck getting twisted upwards at an ungodly angle, with her breaths becoming more and more laboured by the second! Bash left sputtering, choking, trying to twist and turn and thrash all she can, but the submission hold is locked in tight, Danielle not saying a bloody word now as she locks Bash up with another grapevine over her legs, her chest and upper body bearing down on the small of her back, meaning there’s maximum pressure applied to Bash’s air supply!
With a final choke and whimper, Bash has no choice but to TAP OUT rapidly, her free hand just moments ago still tugging on Danielle’s hair for leverage, now slapping at her biceps and shoulders like there’s no tomorrow! After a few more seconds, Valentine finally relents, applying a final SQUEEZE on Kimmy’s neck before releasing her entirely, and flinging Bash roughly down to the wet grass! It’s OVER!
AFTERMATH:
Danielle repays Bash with a jingle and taunt of her own, later pulling the KO’ed blonde goddess back to her knees and holding her upright in place with nothing but those loose chains of sterling silver cutting into her neck. Bash has no choice but to comply, the metal ringlets digging into her skin if she resists too much, as she’s forced to look up into her conqueror on this lazy, humid Saturday Texan evening.
Danielle grips her upturned chin with one hand, forcing their eyes to meet. No more fire in the blonde’s eyes now that Bash has been properly subdued, awaiting her justice.
“You aren’t the only Southern girl in town anymore. Get used to it,” Danielle hisses, before throwing Kimmy back down to the grass, and leaving her there to contemplate her future.
Note: Kimmy Bash used with permission from bigfan.
Danielle:
(5'9", 140 lbs)
Kimmy:
(6’0”, 148 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
Word on the street was that there was a new Southern girl in town who wanted to make a name for herself, and that was a big no-no in Kimmy Bash’s book. Not on her turf. That’s what the big redneck woman thought, at least, as she waited in the illuminated barnhouse for her opponent to show up that evening.
She was big, muscular for a Virginian girl, but as she looked down at the rest of her 6-foot tall body, she couldn’t help but grin. This new girl was in for one hell of a welcome party by the end of the night if she had anything to do with it. Bash did some last minute fixes to her attire, securing the ends of her red-black plaid shirt just below her bosom, which showed off the rest of her toned midriff. Of course, it wouldn’t be a southern brawl if she wasn’t in her beloved daisy dukes and cowgirl hat, which she tipped as the barn door opposite of her began to slide open with a creak.
In strode Danielle Valentine from the other end, dressed skimpily for a cowgirl as she flashed a nervous grin. The other blonde was dressed in anything but, however, wearing a white bra top that paired well with her own dark navy denim shorts, frayed ridiculously near her groin area. Kimmy saw that Valentine was also sporting a pair of Corral leather boots, though hers were of course of better quality. At least the rookie had the decency to tip her hat to her senior in a show of respect.
There would be none from Bash, however. Tonight was about making her mark, and she would break the new girl’s spirit to establish her rule over the Southern hemisphere.
“Ready to take a beatin’, sugar?” Bash grinned, planting her hands on her hips in casual disdain.
Danielle, however, gave her a little smile back, unperturbed. “Only if you are, honey.”
“What are ya, five?” Kimmy laughed at her opponent’s comeback. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we? There can be only one Queen in this here parts.”
Kimmy signaled to the fight officials, who quickly signaled for the cameras to start rolling. Yes, there were cameras all around to capture the action, all right. This would be, of course, a fully sanctioned fight, with the mid-sized barnhouse laid out with all your usual trappings: bundles of hay stacks in one corner, wooden beams that got in your face for no goddamn reason, with those meat hooks taken out by the officials prior to the start of this contest, just for safety.
Kimmy tested out the dirt they would be fighting on, poking the heels of her brown boots into the reddish-brown bottomland sediment. Just because it was hard earth they would be fightin’ on didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt any less compared to a regular ring. No referee to police this backyard brawl, however, with the only way to win via KO or verbal submission.
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Danielle Valentine looks nervous as her opponent, Kimmy Bash, circled inwards too fast for her liking, her arms and fingers already outstretched, claws bared, hoping to get a piece of her and then put her away for an early bedtime. With little other choice in the matter, Valentine reciprocated, and the two Southern girls stalked each other briefly from a distance before launching themselves forward for a simultaneous tie-up.
Arms wrapped around the neck and over the other woman’s biceps, Bash let out a low growl at the audacity of the new girl to challenge her on her own turf, quickly trying to dominate her with a show of strength. Valentine grunts, getting roughly pushed and pulled and tugged about in the center of the barnhouse, knowing she has to stay calm when facing off against a rabid wildcat like Bash.
Still, she can’t help but grunt as Bash imposes her size, experience and temper upon her, the big blonde using her upper body strength to hoist Valentine’s arms up into her face before pushing downwards, letting gravity assist her in driving the upstart blonde down into the dirt.
“Having fun yet?” Bash lets out a low growl, before literally tossing Danielle off to one side and sending her tumbling into the dirt.
Danielle lets out a shout of surprise as her back hits the barn floor, but she keeps herself rolling across those loose strands of brown hay, finally resetting at a greater distance from Bash. Bash couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at her dominance, gesturing rudely to Danielle to bring it on, if she could. Valentine immediately obliges, however, bursting from her crouched position and making a mad dash forward!
BLAM! The two blondes go spinning backwards and down into the hardened dirt, this backyard brawl taking a literal meaning all of a freakin’ second! Kimmy let out a loud shout as the Spear had connected square with midriff, Danielle having driven one of her shoulders into the pit of her stomach and all the air from her body with a lurching SLAM!
If Bash wanted a bash, she was gonna get one! Danielle wastes NO time, immediately raining punches down into the cocky blonde’s mouth and forehead, holding her head by the hair and using her free hand to sock her to her face over and over again. Bash, however, uses her bulk and strength to twist and thrash from underneath, throwing her attacker off easily, left sputtering as she crawls away on all fours.
When Valentine turns around, Kimmy’s face is full of rage, the beginnings of a split lip already pink and swelling.
“Why you little--!!” Kimmy spits, before charging back into the fray herself.
The two Southern girls FLY at each other once more, spending a good portion of the next minute tossing and turning all over each other on the hard floor, yelping and shrieking as they seize each other by the hair then PULL and TUG with all their strength, trying to subdue the other woman through sheer force of will.
Kimmy however earns some payback as she rolls the smaller girl over repeatedly, straddles Danielle along her waist long enough to rain stiff blows down into her head in turn, with Danielle forced to cover up with both arms over her face to avoid getting flatlined by a diving elbow or two. Still, a balled fist driven down to the belly forces a grunt from Valentine, and she momentarily drops her guard, curling up from the impact.
Another shot RAMS through her guard, with Kimmy nailing her between the eyes and throwing her blonde head back into the dirt. Bash is taking a liking to her dominant position, kneeling over the dazed blonde’s shoulders and continuing to punt her with shots across the face and back, punctuating each hook with a snarky remark and smirk, or two.
“Some Southern girl you are! This is the best rough-housin’ you’ve got?!”
Before Kimmy can deliver a fourth such swipe across Danielle’s face, however, the blonde who’s on her back reaches upwards, perhaps in a desperate move, and catches hold of the only thing that was within reach: the knotted bow between Kimmy’s chest that’s pulled down hard!
With a gasp of her own, Bash goes along for the ride, not wanting her top to get ripped open and her breasts exposed in front of a live television audience. But this also means she comes face-to-face with Danielle, who decided it was the perfect opportunity to ROCK her forehead forward in a nasty Headbutt! OUCH! Bash lets out a shout of pain as her head snaps upwards from the impact, but Danielle ain’t done, still clutching onto the tail ends of her plaid top and continues slamming her forehead up into Kimmy’s, knocking her silly one blow at a time!
Finally, one of Kimmy’s claws (shot out in between the dazzling punts to her head) does the trick of releasing her from Headbutt-hell - Danielle lets out a shriek of her own as sharp fingernails clutched around her right breast, making her thrash about underneath and eventually throw the other blonde off her completely. The damage has been done, unfortunately, as Bash is barely able to lift her head from Danielle’s chest, still shaking from the throbbing pain and no doubt seeing stars swimming in the Southern Texan sky.
Danielle’s first to recover, still massaging her chest as she gets back to her feet, grabbing Kimmy by hair and slowly pulling her back up as well. Time for a little fistiuffed payback for Valentine, as she sends bashing hooks and blows into Kimmy’s jawline, sending the bigger girl sprawling backwards with louder and louder yelps of pain.
Kimmy’s still too dazed to fight back, and when she does, her swings are all over the place or missing entirely, with Danielle ducking under one of her hooks and then nailing her with a balled fist to her paunch, which cuts the bigger girl in half. Valentine then decides to use the furniture to her advantage, grabbing Kimmy by the back of her head and then RAMMING her face-first into one of the wooden pillars, drawing a shout of pain from her lips as Bash goes sliding down the pole, her cheek still glued to the hardwood.
“Come on, Kimmy. Where’s your Southern fighting spirit, eh?” Danielle taunts her from above, circling to the side, already digging her fingernails into the top of her head and deciding how to punish her further.
Kimmy gets pulled to her feet, groaning as she’s then set up for a Suplex back into the hard earth. Danielle takes her time, draping one of her arms around the neck, her free hand reaching down and hooking the frayed rims of Bash’s daisy dukes, tugging roughly upwards on the denim to give the blonde a little makeshift wedgie. Valentine’s even caught smirking by the cameras, taunting Bash with a blatant smooch to the cheek.
“Time to go for a little spin, sugar. Let’s see how strong those dukes of yours ar--AAUGGGHH!!
Without any warning, Kimmy drives her fist into the blonde’s body, deliberate, balled knuckles drilled into the stomach with as much malice as she can muster, as Kimmy fights back, bending Danielle over with shocking uppercuts that land just above her own denimed waistline. Kimmy takes a moment to catch her breath, turning her own face to the side and relishing Valentine’s hot groans off her shoulder.
“Fuck you and your Southern hospitality, bitch!” Bash sneers, before planting a peck on Danielle’s own trembling cheek for payback. “And here’s a little something extra for the road!”
Taking Danielle roughly by the hair, Kimmy sends her flying - quite literally, whipped by her long locks across the barn, where Danielle comes crashing face-first into a plt of hay. The dazed blonde lets out a groan upon impact, lifting her head slightly and not counting her blessings by the fact that she could have landed in something much worse. But she has little time to celebrate, however, as Bash is already stumbling towards her, holding her head with one hand, but then quickly lunging down to pry her from her cushy landing.
Danielle’s still sputtering as she’s pulled to her feet, loose strands of hay and dirt still choking her windpipe. She has double to worry about, however, when Kimmy roughly shoves her against a wooden pillar, pinning her to the rough wood with an elbow thrust to her throat, before bending her over in half with repeated knee lifts to her tummy. Those metal keychains are clanging about loudly indeed as they fly about both girls’ necks all this time.
Kimmy even uses that lone-starred silver medallion around Danielle’s neck for effect, clutching the steel chain between her fingers and then using it to choke Danielle from behind, all the while ruthlessly pinning her face to the wooden column with a hand shoved into the back of her head.
“Give it up, Valentine! Just say you quit and this can all be over!” Bash shouts at her from behind.
Danielle, however, has little intention of doing so, resorts to one of her older tricks in the book as she RAMS her head backwards all of a sudden, which again catches Bash clean between the eyes in a Reverse Headbutt! It looked as though this move was made out of pure desperation, at the risk of her air supply being cut off. As Bash gets thrown backwards with another shout of pain, we can see the marks left by the torturing hold of Danielle’s steel necklace having left its burn marks on the base of her neck.
There’s a brief moment to catch her breath before Danielle CHARGES back at her foe, this time barreling into the dazed Kimmy in a crazed Spear, which sends BOTH women CRASHING through the front doors of the barnhouse, sending wooden splinters flying everywhere, all at once! Good lord! It’s not enough they’ve all but destroyed this random farmer’s property, but now, both fighters seem eager to take it outside!
Kimmy is still slowly crawling back to her knees, utterly dazed, when Danielle POUNCES on her back, that sweet, innocent persona having melted away as Valentine mounts her from the top, snarling dangerously as she locks in the Back Mounted Dragon Sleeper with an arm wrapped around the front of her neck, TWISTING the rest of Kimmy’s upper body and pulling her into a deep embrace!
Kimmy’s eyes go wide with fear as she’s both pinned down from above by Danielle’s body weight, her neck getting twisted upwards at an ungodly angle, with her breaths becoming more and more laboured by the second! Bash left sputtering, choking, trying to twist and turn and thrash all she can, but the submission hold is locked in tight, Danielle not saying a bloody word now as she locks Bash up with another grapevine over her legs, her chest and upper body bearing down on the small of her back, meaning there’s maximum pressure applied to Bash’s air supply!
With a final choke and whimper, Bash has no choice but to TAP OUT rapidly, her free hand just moments ago still tugging on Danielle’s hair for leverage, now slapping at her biceps and shoulders like there’s no tomorrow! After a few more seconds, Valentine finally relents, applying a final SQUEEZE on Kimmy’s neck before releasing her entirely, and flinging Bash roughly down to the wet grass! It’s OVER!
AFTERMATH:
Danielle repays Bash with a jingle and taunt of her own, later pulling the KO’ed blonde goddess back to her knees and holding her upright in place with nothing but those loose chains of sterling silver cutting into her neck. Bash has no choice but to comply, the metal ringlets digging into her skin if she resists too much, as she’s forced to look up into her conqueror on this lazy, humid Saturday Texan evening.
Danielle grips her upturned chin with one hand, forcing their eyes to meet. No more fire in the blonde’s eyes now that Bash has been properly subdued, awaiting her justice.
“You aren’t the only Southern girl in town anymore. Get used to it,” Danielle hisses, before throwing Kimmy back down to the grass, and leaving her there to contemplate her future.