Post by hawkeye on Dec 8, 2021 1:37:14 GMT
The lights in the arena dimmed as the next match was soon to begin. Music begins and an announcer starts speaking.
“The next match will be a one fall match. Introducing first, from Rapid City, South Dakota, standing in at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds of beef and potato made muscle…the Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones!”
'Thank God I'm a Country Girl' begins coming from the loudspeakers. The audience began to cheer, recognizing one of the newest additions to the FAWN roster appearing on stage dressed in her regular attire of jean shorts and a red and black plaid, tied off flannel shirt. A set of cowgirl boots, gloves, hat and leather vest finished off the look.
THANK GOD I’M A COUNTRY GIRL: youtu.be/w1P76BZfgn8
ARIANE JONES
Ariane smiled to the crowd as her song beat around her, nodding her head along to the music before giving a loud, "YEEEEEHAW!" as pyro flares around her on the stage.
Running towards the ring, she jumped to the apron then over the top rope, rolling to the center and raising her hands to the cheers of the crowd. Heading to one side, she slipped off her leather jacket and tossed the hat toward the announcer’s table where, to the laughter of the crowd, it landed straight onto the announcer’s head.
Shooting a wink and a few finger guns to the crowd, Ariane moved to a corner to await her opponent for the night.
The announcer quickly placed the hat onto the table before getting back into the ring to announce Ariane’s opponent.
“Introducing as her opponent, from Princeton, New Jersey, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. TIFFANY MAYES!”
The lights go down in time with the jeers at the mere mention of Tiffany’s name. The start of some low static warbling that swiftly rises to a lung-shredding shriek before giving way to the pounding, discordant pulse of Dead Sara’s ‘We Get What We Deserve’.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWEKS3-kWgc )
I'm watching the static on the TV
and my eyes are bleeding.
It's just the visions of who I was
never really who I am.
A spotlight pierces the dark, the single beam cutting down from the rafters to illuminate a figure standing with bowed head. Mayes looks up after a moment, the svelte blonde treating the idiots to a malevolent grin.
TIFFANY MAYES
The soldier of misfortune raises her left hand showing three fingers as a sign of solidarity with Ginnifer Chadwick and Claudia Rooney, her fellow Lost Daughters conspicuous by their absence for tonight’s battle.
The truth in disguise, you sync your revenge
It's hard to deny, it's left with no one.
No safe place to hide, it's all in your head.
We get what we deserve,
Yeah we get what we deserve.
Mayes holds the sigil overhead for several seconds, then heads down the ramp. The FAWNatics have nothing but disdain for the last remnants of a Church in ruins, not that Mayes has any further association with Miranda Wainright’s former zealots, instead having thrown in with women left high and dry by associates who abandoned them.
Despite the crowd’s displeasure with Mayes, any number of them reach in her direction. All efforts are immediately and enthusiastically rebuked by Tiffany, who either slaps them aside or holds an upraised middle finger within inches of their noses.
The blonde wears a black, bandeau up top and boy-cut trunks below, each half trimmed in bright arterial red. Her low, sleek wrestling shoes are a matching black while her pads and boots matched the bloody trim of her togs.
Diving under the bottom rope, Mayes hops to her feet, casts an unimpressed sneer at the rookie and lays claim to her corner. The blonde grappler again raising her three fingered salute before lowering the two on the sides to remind the crowd exactly how they feel about them.
Tiffany sends a glare at her opponent in the opposite corner, sizing the cowgirl up.
“Really? This ginger bumpkin is who I’m supposed to teach she doesn’t belong? Disgraceful.”
Ariane frowns at the statement, but dutifully went to the middle to shake her opponent’s hand. “Y’all ready for a good match?”
Tiffany walks to Jones with a hand extended but turns on her heel just before reaching her, scorning the offer, walking back to her corner to stretch, leaving the Black Hills Beauty to do the same.
DING DING DING
The two women circled each other, before locking up in the center of the ring. The strength and size difference were immediately noticed as Ariane easily pushed the smaller girl back towards her original corner before Tiffany let go with one hand, wrapping it around Ariane’s head before tossing her over into a vicious snapmare.
The taller woman winced at the sudden throb before she felt a knee in her back and two hands wrap around her chin from behind.
“It isn’t too late to ask to be released…” Tiffany spoke into Ariane’s right ear as she yanked harshly on the redhead’s chin. “I can always…”
Her sentence was halted by a left hook slamming into Tiffany’s face. Ariane spun around and tackled her opponent to the mat, straddling her before grabbing her head, lifting her up, and bodily tossing her across the ring.
“What in tarnation are ya goin’ on about?” Ariane shouted as she approached the reeling wrestler. The redhead yanked the Lost Daughter up by one arm.
With a growl worthy of a grizzly, the rancher turned wrestler slung Tiffany into the ropes, readying a lariat for her foe on her return.
Tiffany wasn’t going to be caught so easily, however. A quick duck avoided the lariat then, grabbing the redhead from behind, Tiffany pulled her opponent into a reverse bulldog, slamming the back of the South Dakotan’s head hard into the canvas.
Mayes presses Ariane tight to the canvas with a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Jones kicks free, sending the smaller grappler up to her haunches from the force of the escape. The blonde hops the rest of the way to her feet and watches the Cowgirl push to her knees. She plants one boot sole on the canvas in front of Ariane and pivots into a soccer kick to the redhead’s bosom, sending the Country Girl’s rack bouncing, Jones’ face creased in pain.
Tiff loads up another and swings the attack toward Ariane’s abundant chest. The redhead ducks under, ending behind Mayes after the swing and miss. Jones pulls her foe off her feet, Tiffany tumbling into a cradle beneath the rookie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
It’s Mayes’ turn to kick out from under. The Lost Daughter scrambles to her feet a tick before Ariane makes it there and is rewarded with the opportunity to send a toe kick deep into Jones’ gut just below the tied flannel.
The Cowgirl is doubled at the waist by the impaling boot, Jones frozen and gasping as Tiffany takes off for the ropes at the redhead’s side. Mayes rebounds and surges toward her adversary, forward flipping over Ariane’s dipped head, twisting the bigger grappler to the deck with a Flipping Neckbreaker.
Flipping Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHSddDgG30c ).
Jones is laid out from the ring-rattling impact, but this time Mayes play it cool, striding around the felled redhead, playing up her prowess to the jeering crowd.
When a recovering Ariane reaches a seated position, Tiff snatches the wrists of the freckled fighter and yanks them behind her, using them as handlebars. She SLAMS a boot between her foe’s shoulderblades and pushes forward, stretching Ariane’s spine and testing the knot of her flannel.
“This is how you do a surfboard. Ask her,” the Lost Daughter demands, and the ref complies. But he’s met with an immediate shake of the head by Jones, Ariane sending her auburn locks flying with an emphatic denial.
As Tiffany tries to remove Ariane’s arms at the sockets, Jones leans into the pressure of Mayes’ boot sole, increasing the pain but also giving her some leverage to rise. As she does, a puzzled Mayes shakes her head in frustration, unable to control the bigger grappler.
With Tiff’s boot heading back to the canvas when the Cowgirl reaches full verticality, Ariane’s able to slide to the blonde’s side and use her strength to send Mayes flipping across the deck with a modified snap mare.
The athletic Mayes rolls through the landing, bounding to her feet. She turns and charges the redhead, only to be DECKED by a lowered shoulder from the Dakotan, the block planting Tiffany to the canvas, Mayes grimacing and looking up in astonishment at a beaming Ariane.
Jones motions the Lost Daughter up and Mayes obliges, scrambling to vertical and charging again. It’s quickly proven an ill-advised maneuver when Jones surges toward the approaching blonde and nearly removes Tiffany’s head from her shoulders with a lariat that doesn’t miss. Mayes lands HARD on her head and shoulders, the momentum somersaulting her over after a split-second headstand, a dazed Mayes ending on her chest, face down.
A couple boots to the ribs from Jones convinces Mayes to twist to her back where the redhead plucks Tiffany’s legs off the deck at the ankles. Ariane lifts the lower limbs and slowly but surely pivots with them, rolling a captured Mayes back to her chest as she turns into her Lonely Nights, a reverse Boston Crab.
Lonely Nights ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY )
Tiff squeals in pain, yanking at her golden locks to spread the anguish but from the look on her face it isn’t working.
The ref asks if Mayes wants to surrender, but her response is to take an angry swipe at the man, shake her head, and dig her nails into the canvas. Between pained yelps, the stubborn blonde pulls herself toward the ropes in front of her. After a dozen long seconds, she’s in range, wrapping a palm around the bottom cable and howling for release.
Jones provides it under the ref’s urging in a reasonable timeframe and backs up a couple steps per the official’s request. A cursing Tiffany pulls to her knees with the help of the cables, her opposite hand desperately massaging her lower vertebrae.
“Keep that hillbilly back!” the blonde exclaims.
The Country Girl keeps her distance, situating in the center of the ring and bringing the crowd further into the fight with a rhythmic clap.
With Mayes reaching vertical and pushing away from the safety of the strands, Ariane closes the distance with her foe. Mayes shoots a toe kick in front of her, hoping to catch the redhead coming in, but Jones snags the boot before it can do any damage.
Tiffany hops on her planted foot, ‘washing windows’ with her palms in a silent plea of Ariane to let her go.
Jones does but not as Tiff planned, the powerful Cowgirl throwing the leg toward its owner. The limb swings like a pendulum at warp speed, ripping the Lost Daughter off the opposite number and pancaking the flaxen-haired fighter to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a ‘BANG’.
Tiffany props on her elbows after the collision, her dark eyes watering as she presses both hands onto her battered beak.
“You bytch!” she shouts in a nasal tone.
“Scuse me, darlin’, I thought you wanted a fight,” Ariane responds, grabbing a wrist and pulling Mayes to her feet.
The redhead dips and throws an arm between Mayes’ tanned stems from behind, vaulting Tiffany into the air and across her shoulders, perhaps prepping for the Honkey Tonk Blues accordion rack. But a writhing Mayes sneaks out the back door, landing behind the auburn-haired powerhouse.
Tiffany throws her body into a vicious shot to the back of the Country Girl’s knee, bringing Jones down, Ariane grasping her throbbing leg close below a snarling Tiff.
The blonde repeats the measure as Ariane attempts to stand, aiming lower and knocking the redhead onto her buxom bum as Tiffany reaches around in front of her face while wrapping her other arm up into a painful stretch plum.
“Just say it already!” Tiffany shouted into Ariane’s ear, wrenching the redhead’s neck and arm backwards.
“Gaaaaaahhh!!! Nooooo!”
Seconds passed by as Ariane clawed at the arm with her free hand, before finally finding purchase against the smaller woman’s arm. With a forceful shout of her own, Ariane shoved the blonde’s arm from around her head, giving her the wiggle room to slam her fist into Tiffany’s thigh.
It took several punches while Tiffany tried to re-lock in the hold, before the blonde flees, hobbling slightly on her bruised leg as Ariane stumbled forward on her hands and knees towards the ropes. An enraged Tiffany followed, yanking back on her foe’s red tresses, slamming the back of Ariane’s head into the mat several times.
Moving her own luscious locks back behind her ears as she stood, a steaming Tiffany glared down at the cowgirl currently clutching her head in pain.
“Should have stayed on the farm!”
Running the ropes, Tiffany leapt into the air, landing a brutal somersault senton into the gut of the larger women. Rolling over quickly, she pulled a leg up for a pin.
“One!”
“Twooo-“ Kickout!
Ariane yanked a shoulder off the mat, arm raised to the roof before flopping back onto the mat, breathing heavily.
Tiffany pounded the mat, staring daggers at the referee. “Count like you should!”
Getting angrier by the moment, Tiffany yanked Ariane to her feet, whipping her across the ring and into a corner. The redhead bounced painfully off the turnbuckle but caught herself as she stared at the blonde rushing towards her, going for a lariat.
The Black Hills Beauty spun to the side, letting Tiffany slam face first into the turnbuckle, Ariane grabs her foe’s hair, repeating the gesture several more times in quick succession.
Mayes slowly turned and slumped into a seated position in the corner, holding her hair and blinking away stars. Shaking her head to clear her vision only allowed her to see a furious redhead rushing towards her. She prepared for impact, but…
Tiffany opened her eyes when no hit came.
“Where the f-“
“Up here!”
Looking up, Tiffany saw a smiling Ariane, gazing down at her from a completely upside down vertical position. “Time to ride!”
Ariane let gravity once again control her body, sending her crashing down onto Tiffany in a pendulum bronco buster she called the Country Ride. Again and again, she slammed into Tiffany to the delight of the crowd.
Reaching ten bucking thrusts, Ariane hopped off her temporary saddle, letting out a massive “Yeehaw” to the crowd as she yanked the groaning blonde from the corner and into the center where she hooked a leg.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Threeee-NO!”
Tiffany pushed her back off the mat barely before the three count. Ariane dutifully moved off her opponent. “You’re one tough cookie,” she said as she pulled Tiffany up by an arm.
“But every cookie crumbles. Say goodnight, dear!”
The country cowgirl took several steps back, eyeing he woozy-on-her-feet opponent before spinning into a trouble in paradise, aptly nicknamed the Coyote Kick.
Tiffany managed to duck in time, Ariane’s leg clearing her face by mere inches. A shocked Ariane botched the landing of the move, not used to it being dodged, stumbling on her feet.
The few seconds allowed the blonde to run forward, wrapping an arm around Ariane’s neck for a running bulldog.
The mat thumped as their bodies hit, Ariane landing face first into canvas. She flips onto her back, clutching her face with a cry of pain. Tiffany was quick to dive across her foe, hooking a leg for a count.
“One----NO!”
A scream of rage echoed across the arena as Tiffany was bucked off the cowgirl easily.
Pounding the mat, Tiffany again hooked the leg.
“One!”
Twooo-NO!”
The mat echoed from the pounding she gave it before grabbing a hold of Ariane’s face.
“Stay down, bytch! You’re not worth my time!”
Dragging the redhead to her feet, Mayes yanked on her foe’s arm, ready to Irish whip her before pulling her back, aiming to spear the taller woman in half.
The spear connected!!!
And Tiffany’s forward momentum was halted faster than a truck hitting a brick wall as Ariane planted her back foot and absorbed the blow.
“What the hell?”
Tiffany tried to pull back from the spear but felt two powerful arms wrap around her middle.
“Y’all ain’t a powerful enough axe to chop down this oak.”
The tall redhead let out a war cry as she pulled the blonde up into a powerbomb position, the blonde flailing her arms in an attempt to escape. It was no use as Ariane slammed her down onto mat in a back crushing powerbomb, keeping hold of her foe’s legs as she pushed forward for a pin.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Thr-NO!” Kickout!
Tiffany absently rolls to a shoulder, unable to manage more after being blasted to semi-consciousness. Still, her instinct is enough to save her for the moment.
On her knees next to the blonde, Ariane seems impressed.
“You’re a tough little doggie, aren’t ya?”
The freckled fighter grabs a wrist and shoulder and pulls the dazed Mayes to her feet. Jones heaves the smaller blonde to the far ropes and Tiffany literally flies the first few yards before reflexively racing and rebounding toward the waiting Ariane.
The redhead pivots and scoops Tiff off her foe’s feet onto her hip. The Cowgirl pirouettes with her weakly squirming cargo before dropping to one knee and PLANTING Mayes’ spinal column across the bony kneecap and the plank of her upper leg.
With Tiffany in a vulnerable arc over her lower limb, Ariane pushes down on either side, increasing the anguish from her perfectly-executed Pendulum Backbreaker Stretch.
Pendulum Backbreaker Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPrRPBOCGjk )
With Jones’ palm on her chin, Tiffany shakes her overturned head when the official asks if she wants to forfeit the match to the Country Girl, stubborn streak still showing.
Showing a bit of frustration in her emerald eyes, Ariane rises, pulling the former Inquisitor up to rubbery legs. Showing some life, Tiffany shoves the shoulders of the larger woman, spinning Jones in a 180. Ariane uses the momentum provided and races to the corner in front of her as Mayes staggers after.
Showing surprising dexterity, the redhead grabs the top ropes and yanks herself to a stance on the top before instantly leaping blindly into a spinning backflip to hit her Whisper in the Wind.
Whisper in the Wind ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk-MIAslKkA )
But as she tumbles toward a destructive collision with Tiffany, Mayes ducks and dives forward, leaving nothing but canvas upon which Ariane crashes and burns, THUMPING into the thinly-covered plywood with a BANG.
Jones skids to a stop in a seated position, grasping at her lower vertebrae, pained look on her face.
Energized by her foe’s mistake, Mayes races past the wincing redhead, hits the ropes in front of her foe, and barrels at full speed into a low dropkick to the Cowgirl’s chest, flattening the Dakota native, the back of Ariane’s noggin crashing off the deck.
Mayes scrambles to her feet. She snags an ankle of her splayed adversary and lifts the leg high, while stepping a boot sole atop the opposite ankle. With both limbs in her control, the Lost Daughter falls away from the pinned leg, lifting Ariane’s opposite above her head as she drops to the canvas, forcing the Cowgirl’s limbs into a ferocious set of splits. As Tiffany releases and rolls away, Ariane howls in pain, clutching her groin muscles on either side, her stems having been stretched past their natural limit.
But Mayes isn’t done with her strategy of taking the redhead’s wheels. The risen Tiff collects an ankle in each hand and spreads Ariane’s gams in a wide ‘V’. Jones shakes her head, chirping a staccato ‘no…no…no’. But Tiffany has plenty of ‘yes’ in her dark eyes. She vaults into the air, tanned legs extended in front of her and sits out, dropping both boots into the juncture of the Country Girl’s thighs.
A bug-eyed Ariane shoots to a seated position, jaw dropping from the pulsating pain from her crotch, her hands burying in her privates.
Mayes maneuvers from between Ariane’s shuddering stems, then matchbooks the redhead, folding Jones’ legs atop her foe’s torso and head, Tiffany leaning her back into the pits of Ariane’s knees, the Cowgirl’s ass pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jones springs her body open enough to scrape a shoulder off the mat before the third slap from the official. She flops to her side, curdling into a fetal ball from the blonde’s underhanded attacks.
“Get your freckled ass up, dirt farmer,” Mayes demands, yanking Ariane out of her ball with a handful of auburn locks.
With the throbbing from below still debilitating Ariane, Mayes bullies Jones to a corner. The smaller blonde dips and scoops Ariane onto a shoulder, if barely. But there’s no body slam forthcoming. Instead, Tiffany drops the pit of Jones’ knees atop the uppermost cable on either side of the buckles, then locks her foe into a Tree of Woe with precise folding of Jones’ boot tips under the middle cable.
With the redhead upside-down and trapped, Tiff pummels her foe’s open midriff with vicious stomps then races to the opposite buckles. She spins through a u-turn, and sprints to lift-off bounding into a dropkick to the navel of the overturned Cowgirl, gutting Ariane and sending her foe tumbling out of the trap from the force of the impact.
Mayes grabs the wrists of the groaning Jones and draws her several steps out from the buckles. Leaving her suspiciously situated when Tiffany skips over her opponent and climbs to the top.
The Lost Daughter stands tall on the top buckle, looking out over the jeering FAWNatics.
She runs a thumb across her throat then leaps into a graceful backflip, hoping to land a moonsault across the ivory tummy of the rookie.
Luck was on the redhead’s side, as the slight time it took for Mayes to taunt the crowd, Ariane managed enough recognition of her plight and put her knees up just in time, catching the blonde in her gut.
Tiff rebounded off the redhead’s knees, clutching her stomach as Ariane rolled onto her chest and pushed herself wobbling to her hands and knees. The cheering of the crowd propelled her forward as she stumbled towards a rising Tiffany. Grabbing blonde locks in her fist, she yanked Tiffany to her feet before sending several chops across her chest.
She beat the blonde across the ring and against the ropes, the crowd letting out a cheer each time a chop connected. Feeling the crowd on her side, she alternated chops, gaining speed before Tiffany finally collapsed against the ropes.
As Tiffany lay draped across the bottom rope, Ariane bounded across the ring, rebounding off the opposite ropes, and racing back before slamming a leg across Tiffany’s bosom.
Wanting to move away from the ropes, Ariane grabbed her opponent’s leg to pull her back to the center. Tiffany managed to have the semblance of mind to grab the ropes.
Ariane growled as she yanked on the leg. “Get away from there already!”
“Shove it you farmgirl hoe!”
Tiffany pulled with all her strength back towards the ropes, sending Ariane slightly stumbling towards her and within reach of her legs. The leggy blonde sent a swift kick at Ariane’s breadbasket.
The redhead gasped, dropping the leg as she stumbled away, turning her back on the blonde as she tried to get her wind back.
It was the wrong move.
Tiffany, in an anger and adrenaline induced rage, leapt to her feet, rushed forward to grab one of the redhead’s arms and spun her about. Before Ariane could say, ‘hogtied’, Tiffany’s foot was against the cowgirl’s chin.
“Say goodnight, bytch!”
Tiffany fell backwards, foot still placed against Ariane’s chin, dragging the country cowgirl along, hitting her with her Cheshire Trap signature.
(Inverted Jawbreaker: www.youtube.com/watch?v=MA39VTjvW70 )
Ariane’s chin snapped back as her body straightened like a pole, before falling backwards onto the mat. Grinning like a wildcat, Tiffany crawled forward, scooping up a leg for the win.
“One!”
“Two!”
“THRNOOOOO!”
Ariane weakly raised a shoulder, more out of impulse than anything else. Tiffany stared in frustration, letting out a maddened scream before grabbing both of Ariane’s legs and leaning against them for a second pin attempt.
“One!”
“Two!”
“THRNOOOO!”
A screech of anger rent the arena as Tiffany pounded the mat, glaring at the obstinate cowgirl laying nearly prone before her.
“Just give up already!”
Breathing heavily, Tiffany began to laugh. Moving around her opponent, she grabbed one of Ariane’s arms, before wrapping her legs around the redhead’s neck in her finishing move, the Old School Tie.
(Grounded Octopus Stretch: www.youtube.com/watch?v=YERtfAF0Pdg )
The pain instantly awoke Ariane from her stupor as her neck and both arms were wrenched backwards. The cries of the FAWNatics grew frantic as the redheaded cowgirl floundered against the hold.
“Give up you country freak! Ref! Get in here!”
Ariane gasped against the pressure on her neck, trying to reverse the move without success as the referee closed in. Ariane shook her head before he could even ask if she would submit.
Knowing she had little options, Ariane began to roll, much to the confusion of the blonde who tried ratcheting up the pressure. Working through the pain, she eventually managed to get onto her front. Stars were clouding her vision as she slowly raised her body onto her knees, her opponent’s bodyweight behind her helping with the move. With a cry of both agony and sheer determination, Ariane got onto one knee, then both…her opponent now hanging onto her neck with her legs and arms with her own.
Tiffany was more than baffled by the show of strength from the cowgirl. She tried tightening her legs, before realizing she was in a rather precarious place herself. Now hanging behind her, the blonde thought that escape might be preferable to whatever the redhead had planned for her.
Releasing the redhead’s arms, Tiffany planned and hoped she could roll away after releasing her legs but was shocked when her arms were grabbed by the larger woman.
“Ya ain’t…getting out…of this…” Ariane stammered while tightening her grip. With the blonde’s arms held tight against her, the Black Hills Beauty had Tiffany in the perfect position for the dudebuster she called the Country Sunset.
And she did just that. Tiffany let out a scream as Ariane jumped into a sitting position, slamming the blonde’s head between the canvas and her derriere. As Tiffany went limp,
Ariane grabbed her opponent’s legs for a pin.
“One!”
“Two!”
“THRENNOOO!!!”
Ariane wasn’t sure how Tiffany was able to kick out, but Ariane found herself facing the mat after being shoved off the blonde.
Behind the redhead, Mayes remains in a daze, finding the strength to escape the pinfall of the bigger grappler but little else. She rolls to her side with some effort while the Country Girl pushes to her feet to the roar of the crowd, the FAWNatics sensing the match is reaching its end game.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Ariane pulls the sluggish blonde to her feet and aims her at the far buckles.
“This match has been a real barnburner, gal. Might as well ends it with one.”
Jones heaves Tiffany toward her target with an Irish Whip. The Lost Daughter sleep-runs toward the buckles, spinning into a massive back-first collision, her body rocked. Mayes manages to throw limp arms over the top rope on either side but remaining upright becomes a curse when the Black Hills Beauty barrels toward her foe.
Ariane leaps from several feet out and BURIES Tiff under a corner splash, her body CRUSHING the spent Mayes beneath. As Jones bounces away, a tattered Tiffany sags deeper into the corner, the crowd eating up Ariane’s momentum with a spoon.
Jones raises her right arm and twirls an invisible lasso above her head. She surrounds Mayes’ head in a front facelock and yanks her foe out of the corner, taking Tiffany’s place with her back to the buckles. Slowly, she ascends to the bottom and middle ropes, pulling the bewildered blonde up as she does to settle the match with her Barnburner, a top rope powerbomb.
But as Tiff reaches the middle ropes with her adversary, the desperate circumstances move her body to action. Mayes pulls loose and THUMPS a couple forearm shivers to the redhead’s jaw. With Ariane temporarily stifled, Tiffany takes the dangerous step of moving to the top rope with Jones seated on the top buckle, a recipe for disaster.
But the blonde has a trick up her sleeve, hopping into a scissors of Ariane’s noggin and RIPPING her to the canvas with an Avalanche Hurricarana, Jones THUMPING to the canvas in ring-rattling fashion. Ariane slides to a stop, propping up on an elbow and reaching for her lower spine with the opposite hand, face etched in pain.
Avalanche Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP1lKnA6Yuw )
Though having thwarted Ariane’s effort to end her match life, Tiffany barely has the energy to push to hands and knees. She crawls to Jones and flops across her body in perpendicular fashion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Cowgirl kicks out from under, shoving Mayes off. The women lay next to each other, on their backs, staring at the rafters while pulling in deep lungfuls of air.
The crowd starts a ‘THIS…IS…AWESOME” chant and each combatant responds with movement. The slow-motion race is on to reach vertical. Blonde and redhead get there nearly simultaneously. Tapping into a second wind, Tiffany shoots to the ropes behind her and rebounds into a charge of the Black Hills Beauty.
She leaps into her foe, lifting her legs around Ariane’s head as she’s plucked off the canvas. The speed built allows Mayes to acrobatically orbit the baffled redhead twice before sending the bigger grappler flying in a forward flip from her Around the World in 80 Mayes.
Around the World in 80 Mayes ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHKfDiDFilQ ) 00:12
On tilt after the trip, Ariane remains able to roll up to her feet. She drunkenly staggers toward Tiff, who’s kipped to her feet. Tiffany snatches Jones by an arm and drags her back to the corner.
Mayes climbs to the middle rope with Ariane in tow and u-turns out with a front facelock applied, twisting and PLANTING the Country Girl with a tornado single-arm DDT.
Tornado Single-arm DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGbHfYgRCQ4 )
As Ariane absently flops to her back after the devastating connection, Tiffany dives atop her in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Pushed off Jones, a disconsolate Mayes sweeps her golden locks off her face, showing every inch of the amazement on her features at her inability to finish the rookie.
Slamming the mat, the blonde decided that something larger was needed to put away the redhead. Making her way slowly to the corner again, she noticed Ariane slowly getting to her feet as well. She had to hurry to catch her off guard.
Making her way onto the top of the turnbuckle, she screamed at the crowd that was jeering her, eyeing her blurry eyed opponent who was stumbling on her feet. As the Country Cowgirl turned and finally faced her, Mayes set herself up for a final hurricarana from the top rope.
She leapt!
And to her horror, Ariane seemed to spring to life.
The redheaded rookie finally got her second wind as she spotted the blonde leaping at her.
In a fluid movement, Ariane took a step to the side and spun her body while leaping into the air. She saw Tiff’s eyes widen as she brought her leg snapping back down in one of the biggest moves in her arsenal, the Country Kick.
Her leg caught Tiffany right in her face, smashing her straight down to the mat head first, the rest of her body following and bouncing twice from the impact of the kick. Ariane landed on stumbling legs, her back facing the knocked out blonde. Her second wind gave out as she fell backwards onto her now pinned opponent to the frenzied shouts of excitement busting from the crowd of FAWNatics.
With the redhead splayed on top of the near-unconscious blonde, the ref slid to their sides and began to count.
“ONE!!!”
“TWO!!!”
The frenzy of the crowd reached peak levels as the ref hesitated before slamming their hand to the mat one more time.
“THREE!!!”
DING DING DING!
The sound of the bell slightly registered to the exhausted Ariane, who slowly rolled off her beaten opponent. With the grace of a drunken duck, Ariane hobbled to her feet, grinning as the ref raised her arm in victory.
“And here is your winner by pinfall…Ariane the Country Cowgirl Jones!”
The crowd let out a satisfied roar of approval at the end of the incredible match. With great effort, Ariane made her way to the corner turnbuckle, climbing slowly until she stood with one foot on top. Cupping her hands to her lips, she belted out a loud “Yeeeeehaw!” to the crowd, of which some returned the country shout.
As she hopped down from the ropes, she couldn’t help but smile, and wondered what would come next for her in FAWN.
“The next match will be a one fall match. Introducing first, from Rapid City, South Dakota, standing in at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds of beef and potato made muscle…the Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones!”
'Thank God I'm a Country Girl' begins coming from the loudspeakers. The audience began to cheer, recognizing one of the newest additions to the FAWN roster appearing on stage dressed in her regular attire of jean shorts and a red and black plaid, tied off flannel shirt. A set of cowgirl boots, gloves, hat and leather vest finished off the look.
THANK GOD I’M A COUNTRY GIRL: youtu.be/w1P76BZfgn8
ARIANE JONES
Ariane smiled to the crowd as her song beat around her, nodding her head along to the music before giving a loud, "YEEEEEHAW!" as pyro flares around her on the stage.
Running towards the ring, she jumped to the apron then over the top rope, rolling to the center and raising her hands to the cheers of the crowd. Heading to one side, she slipped off her leather jacket and tossed the hat toward the announcer’s table where, to the laughter of the crowd, it landed straight onto the announcer’s head.
Shooting a wink and a few finger guns to the crowd, Ariane moved to a corner to await her opponent for the night.
The announcer quickly placed the hat onto the table before getting back into the ring to announce Ariane’s opponent.
“Introducing as her opponent, from Princeton, New Jersey, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. TIFFANY MAYES!”
The lights go down in time with the jeers at the mere mention of Tiffany’s name. The start of some low static warbling that swiftly rises to a lung-shredding shriek before giving way to the pounding, discordant pulse of Dead Sara’s ‘We Get What We Deserve’.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWEKS3-kWgc )
I'm watching the static on the TV
and my eyes are bleeding.
It's just the visions of who I was
never really who I am.
A spotlight pierces the dark, the single beam cutting down from the rafters to illuminate a figure standing with bowed head. Mayes looks up after a moment, the svelte blonde treating the idiots to a malevolent grin.
TIFFANY MAYES
The soldier of misfortune raises her left hand showing three fingers as a sign of solidarity with Ginnifer Chadwick and Claudia Rooney, her fellow Lost Daughters conspicuous by their absence for tonight’s battle.
The truth in disguise, you sync your revenge
It's hard to deny, it's left with no one.
No safe place to hide, it's all in your head.
We get what we deserve,
Yeah we get what we deserve.
Mayes holds the sigil overhead for several seconds, then heads down the ramp. The FAWNatics have nothing but disdain for the last remnants of a Church in ruins, not that Mayes has any further association with Miranda Wainright’s former zealots, instead having thrown in with women left high and dry by associates who abandoned them.
Despite the crowd’s displeasure with Mayes, any number of them reach in her direction. All efforts are immediately and enthusiastically rebuked by Tiffany, who either slaps them aside or holds an upraised middle finger within inches of their noses.
The blonde wears a black, bandeau up top and boy-cut trunks below, each half trimmed in bright arterial red. Her low, sleek wrestling shoes are a matching black while her pads and boots matched the bloody trim of her togs.
Diving under the bottom rope, Mayes hops to her feet, casts an unimpressed sneer at the rookie and lays claim to her corner. The blonde grappler again raising her three fingered salute before lowering the two on the sides to remind the crowd exactly how they feel about them.
Tiffany sends a glare at her opponent in the opposite corner, sizing the cowgirl up.
“Really? This ginger bumpkin is who I’m supposed to teach she doesn’t belong? Disgraceful.”
Ariane frowns at the statement, but dutifully went to the middle to shake her opponent’s hand. “Y’all ready for a good match?”
Tiffany walks to Jones with a hand extended but turns on her heel just before reaching her, scorning the offer, walking back to her corner to stretch, leaving the Black Hills Beauty to do the same.
DING DING DING
The two women circled each other, before locking up in the center of the ring. The strength and size difference were immediately noticed as Ariane easily pushed the smaller girl back towards her original corner before Tiffany let go with one hand, wrapping it around Ariane’s head before tossing her over into a vicious snapmare.
The taller woman winced at the sudden throb before she felt a knee in her back and two hands wrap around her chin from behind.
“It isn’t too late to ask to be released…” Tiffany spoke into Ariane’s right ear as she yanked harshly on the redhead’s chin. “I can always…”
Her sentence was halted by a left hook slamming into Tiffany’s face. Ariane spun around and tackled her opponent to the mat, straddling her before grabbing her head, lifting her up, and bodily tossing her across the ring.
“What in tarnation are ya goin’ on about?” Ariane shouted as she approached the reeling wrestler. The redhead yanked the Lost Daughter up by one arm.
With a growl worthy of a grizzly, the rancher turned wrestler slung Tiffany into the ropes, readying a lariat for her foe on her return.
Tiffany wasn’t going to be caught so easily, however. A quick duck avoided the lariat then, grabbing the redhead from behind, Tiffany pulled her opponent into a reverse bulldog, slamming the back of the South Dakotan’s head hard into the canvas.
Mayes presses Ariane tight to the canvas with a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Jones kicks free, sending the smaller grappler up to her haunches from the force of the escape. The blonde hops the rest of the way to her feet and watches the Cowgirl push to her knees. She plants one boot sole on the canvas in front of Ariane and pivots into a soccer kick to the redhead’s bosom, sending the Country Girl’s rack bouncing, Jones’ face creased in pain.
Tiff loads up another and swings the attack toward Ariane’s abundant chest. The redhead ducks under, ending behind Mayes after the swing and miss. Jones pulls her foe off her feet, Tiffany tumbling into a cradle beneath the rookie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
It’s Mayes’ turn to kick out from under. The Lost Daughter scrambles to her feet a tick before Ariane makes it there and is rewarded with the opportunity to send a toe kick deep into Jones’ gut just below the tied flannel.
The Cowgirl is doubled at the waist by the impaling boot, Jones frozen and gasping as Tiffany takes off for the ropes at the redhead’s side. Mayes rebounds and surges toward her adversary, forward flipping over Ariane’s dipped head, twisting the bigger grappler to the deck with a Flipping Neckbreaker.
Flipping Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHSddDgG30c ).
Jones is laid out from the ring-rattling impact, but this time Mayes play it cool, striding around the felled redhead, playing up her prowess to the jeering crowd.
When a recovering Ariane reaches a seated position, Tiff snatches the wrists of the freckled fighter and yanks them behind her, using them as handlebars. She SLAMS a boot between her foe’s shoulderblades and pushes forward, stretching Ariane’s spine and testing the knot of her flannel.
“This is how you do a surfboard. Ask her,” the Lost Daughter demands, and the ref complies. But he’s met with an immediate shake of the head by Jones, Ariane sending her auburn locks flying with an emphatic denial.
As Tiffany tries to remove Ariane’s arms at the sockets, Jones leans into the pressure of Mayes’ boot sole, increasing the pain but also giving her some leverage to rise. As she does, a puzzled Mayes shakes her head in frustration, unable to control the bigger grappler.
With Tiff’s boot heading back to the canvas when the Cowgirl reaches full verticality, Ariane’s able to slide to the blonde’s side and use her strength to send Mayes flipping across the deck with a modified snap mare.
The athletic Mayes rolls through the landing, bounding to her feet. She turns and charges the redhead, only to be DECKED by a lowered shoulder from the Dakotan, the block planting Tiffany to the canvas, Mayes grimacing and looking up in astonishment at a beaming Ariane.
Jones motions the Lost Daughter up and Mayes obliges, scrambling to vertical and charging again. It’s quickly proven an ill-advised maneuver when Jones surges toward the approaching blonde and nearly removes Tiffany’s head from her shoulders with a lariat that doesn’t miss. Mayes lands HARD on her head and shoulders, the momentum somersaulting her over after a split-second headstand, a dazed Mayes ending on her chest, face down.
A couple boots to the ribs from Jones convinces Mayes to twist to her back where the redhead plucks Tiffany’s legs off the deck at the ankles. Ariane lifts the lower limbs and slowly but surely pivots with them, rolling a captured Mayes back to her chest as she turns into her Lonely Nights, a reverse Boston Crab.
Lonely Nights ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY )
Tiff squeals in pain, yanking at her golden locks to spread the anguish but from the look on her face it isn’t working.
The ref asks if Mayes wants to surrender, but her response is to take an angry swipe at the man, shake her head, and dig her nails into the canvas. Between pained yelps, the stubborn blonde pulls herself toward the ropes in front of her. After a dozen long seconds, she’s in range, wrapping a palm around the bottom cable and howling for release.
Jones provides it under the ref’s urging in a reasonable timeframe and backs up a couple steps per the official’s request. A cursing Tiffany pulls to her knees with the help of the cables, her opposite hand desperately massaging her lower vertebrae.
“Keep that hillbilly back!” the blonde exclaims.
The Country Girl keeps her distance, situating in the center of the ring and bringing the crowd further into the fight with a rhythmic clap.
With Mayes reaching vertical and pushing away from the safety of the strands, Ariane closes the distance with her foe. Mayes shoots a toe kick in front of her, hoping to catch the redhead coming in, but Jones snags the boot before it can do any damage.
Tiffany hops on her planted foot, ‘washing windows’ with her palms in a silent plea of Ariane to let her go.
Jones does but not as Tiff planned, the powerful Cowgirl throwing the leg toward its owner. The limb swings like a pendulum at warp speed, ripping the Lost Daughter off the opposite number and pancaking the flaxen-haired fighter to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a ‘BANG’.
Tiffany props on her elbows after the collision, her dark eyes watering as she presses both hands onto her battered beak.
“You bytch!” she shouts in a nasal tone.
“Scuse me, darlin’, I thought you wanted a fight,” Ariane responds, grabbing a wrist and pulling Mayes to her feet.
The redhead dips and throws an arm between Mayes’ tanned stems from behind, vaulting Tiffany into the air and across her shoulders, perhaps prepping for the Honkey Tonk Blues accordion rack. But a writhing Mayes sneaks out the back door, landing behind the auburn-haired powerhouse.
Tiffany throws her body into a vicious shot to the back of the Country Girl’s knee, bringing Jones down, Ariane grasping her throbbing leg close below a snarling Tiff.
The blonde repeats the measure as Ariane attempts to stand, aiming lower and knocking the redhead onto her buxom bum as Tiffany reaches around in front of her face while wrapping her other arm up into a painful stretch plum.
“Just say it already!” Tiffany shouted into Ariane’s ear, wrenching the redhead’s neck and arm backwards.
“Gaaaaaahhh!!! Nooooo!”
Seconds passed by as Ariane clawed at the arm with her free hand, before finally finding purchase against the smaller woman’s arm. With a forceful shout of her own, Ariane shoved the blonde’s arm from around her head, giving her the wiggle room to slam her fist into Tiffany’s thigh.
It took several punches while Tiffany tried to re-lock in the hold, before the blonde flees, hobbling slightly on her bruised leg as Ariane stumbled forward on her hands and knees towards the ropes. An enraged Tiffany followed, yanking back on her foe’s red tresses, slamming the back of Ariane’s head into the mat several times.
Moving her own luscious locks back behind her ears as she stood, a steaming Tiffany glared down at the cowgirl currently clutching her head in pain.
“Should have stayed on the farm!”
Running the ropes, Tiffany leapt into the air, landing a brutal somersault senton into the gut of the larger women. Rolling over quickly, she pulled a leg up for a pin.
“One!”
“Twooo-“ Kickout!
Ariane yanked a shoulder off the mat, arm raised to the roof before flopping back onto the mat, breathing heavily.
Tiffany pounded the mat, staring daggers at the referee. “Count like you should!”
Getting angrier by the moment, Tiffany yanked Ariane to her feet, whipping her across the ring and into a corner. The redhead bounced painfully off the turnbuckle but caught herself as she stared at the blonde rushing towards her, going for a lariat.
The Black Hills Beauty spun to the side, letting Tiffany slam face first into the turnbuckle, Ariane grabs her foe’s hair, repeating the gesture several more times in quick succession.
Mayes slowly turned and slumped into a seated position in the corner, holding her hair and blinking away stars. Shaking her head to clear her vision only allowed her to see a furious redhead rushing towards her. She prepared for impact, but…
Tiffany opened her eyes when no hit came.
“Where the f-“
“Up here!”
Looking up, Tiffany saw a smiling Ariane, gazing down at her from a completely upside down vertical position. “Time to ride!”
Ariane let gravity once again control her body, sending her crashing down onto Tiffany in a pendulum bronco buster she called the Country Ride. Again and again, she slammed into Tiffany to the delight of the crowd.
Reaching ten bucking thrusts, Ariane hopped off her temporary saddle, letting out a massive “Yeehaw” to the crowd as she yanked the groaning blonde from the corner and into the center where she hooked a leg.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Threeee-NO!”
Tiffany pushed her back off the mat barely before the three count. Ariane dutifully moved off her opponent. “You’re one tough cookie,” she said as she pulled Tiffany up by an arm.
“But every cookie crumbles. Say goodnight, dear!”
The country cowgirl took several steps back, eyeing he woozy-on-her-feet opponent before spinning into a trouble in paradise, aptly nicknamed the Coyote Kick.
Tiffany managed to duck in time, Ariane’s leg clearing her face by mere inches. A shocked Ariane botched the landing of the move, not used to it being dodged, stumbling on her feet.
The few seconds allowed the blonde to run forward, wrapping an arm around Ariane’s neck for a running bulldog.
The mat thumped as their bodies hit, Ariane landing face first into canvas. She flips onto her back, clutching her face with a cry of pain. Tiffany was quick to dive across her foe, hooking a leg for a count.
“One----NO!”
A scream of rage echoed across the arena as Tiffany was bucked off the cowgirl easily.
Pounding the mat, Tiffany again hooked the leg.
“One!”
Twooo-NO!”
The mat echoed from the pounding she gave it before grabbing a hold of Ariane’s face.
“Stay down, bytch! You’re not worth my time!”
Dragging the redhead to her feet, Mayes yanked on her foe’s arm, ready to Irish whip her before pulling her back, aiming to spear the taller woman in half.
The spear connected!!!
And Tiffany’s forward momentum was halted faster than a truck hitting a brick wall as Ariane planted her back foot and absorbed the blow.
“What the hell?”
Tiffany tried to pull back from the spear but felt two powerful arms wrap around her middle.
“Y’all ain’t a powerful enough axe to chop down this oak.”
The tall redhead let out a war cry as she pulled the blonde up into a powerbomb position, the blonde flailing her arms in an attempt to escape. It was no use as Ariane slammed her down onto mat in a back crushing powerbomb, keeping hold of her foe’s legs as she pushed forward for a pin.
“One!”
“Two!”
“Thr-NO!” Kickout!
Tiffany absently rolls to a shoulder, unable to manage more after being blasted to semi-consciousness. Still, her instinct is enough to save her for the moment.
On her knees next to the blonde, Ariane seems impressed.
“You’re a tough little doggie, aren’t ya?”
The freckled fighter grabs a wrist and shoulder and pulls the dazed Mayes to her feet. Jones heaves the smaller blonde to the far ropes and Tiffany literally flies the first few yards before reflexively racing and rebounding toward the waiting Ariane.
The redhead pivots and scoops Tiff off her foe’s feet onto her hip. The Cowgirl pirouettes with her weakly squirming cargo before dropping to one knee and PLANTING Mayes’ spinal column across the bony kneecap and the plank of her upper leg.
With Tiffany in a vulnerable arc over her lower limb, Ariane pushes down on either side, increasing the anguish from her perfectly-executed Pendulum Backbreaker Stretch.
Pendulum Backbreaker Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPrRPBOCGjk )
With Jones’ palm on her chin, Tiffany shakes her overturned head when the official asks if she wants to forfeit the match to the Country Girl, stubborn streak still showing.
Showing a bit of frustration in her emerald eyes, Ariane rises, pulling the former Inquisitor up to rubbery legs. Showing some life, Tiffany shoves the shoulders of the larger woman, spinning Jones in a 180. Ariane uses the momentum provided and races to the corner in front of her as Mayes staggers after.
Showing surprising dexterity, the redhead grabs the top ropes and yanks herself to a stance on the top before instantly leaping blindly into a spinning backflip to hit her Whisper in the Wind.
Whisper in the Wind ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk-MIAslKkA )
But as she tumbles toward a destructive collision with Tiffany, Mayes ducks and dives forward, leaving nothing but canvas upon which Ariane crashes and burns, THUMPING into the thinly-covered plywood with a BANG.
Jones skids to a stop in a seated position, grasping at her lower vertebrae, pained look on her face.
Energized by her foe’s mistake, Mayes races past the wincing redhead, hits the ropes in front of her foe, and barrels at full speed into a low dropkick to the Cowgirl’s chest, flattening the Dakota native, the back of Ariane’s noggin crashing off the deck.
Mayes scrambles to her feet. She snags an ankle of her splayed adversary and lifts the leg high, while stepping a boot sole atop the opposite ankle. With both limbs in her control, the Lost Daughter falls away from the pinned leg, lifting Ariane’s opposite above her head as she drops to the canvas, forcing the Cowgirl’s limbs into a ferocious set of splits. As Tiffany releases and rolls away, Ariane howls in pain, clutching her groin muscles on either side, her stems having been stretched past their natural limit.
But Mayes isn’t done with her strategy of taking the redhead’s wheels. The risen Tiff collects an ankle in each hand and spreads Ariane’s gams in a wide ‘V’. Jones shakes her head, chirping a staccato ‘no…no…no’. But Tiffany has plenty of ‘yes’ in her dark eyes. She vaults into the air, tanned legs extended in front of her and sits out, dropping both boots into the juncture of the Country Girl’s thighs.
A bug-eyed Ariane shoots to a seated position, jaw dropping from the pulsating pain from her crotch, her hands burying in her privates.
Mayes maneuvers from between Ariane’s shuddering stems, then matchbooks the redhead, folding Jones’ legs atop her foe’s torso and head, Tiffany leaning her back into the pits of Ariane’s knees, the Cowgirl’s ass pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Jones springs her body open enough to scrape a shoulder off the mat before the third slap from the official. She flops to her side, curdling into a fetal ball from the blonde’s underhanded attacks.
“Get your freckled ass up, dirt farmer,” Mayes demands, yanking Ariane out of her ball with a handful of auburn locks.
With the throbbing from below still debilitating Ariane, Mayes bullies Jones to a corner. The smaller blonde dips and scoops Ariane onto a shoulder, if barely. But there’s no body slam forthcoming. Instead, Tiffany drops the pit of Jones’ knees atop the uppermost cable on either side of the buckles, then locks her foe into a Tree of Woe with precise folding of Jones’ boot tips under the middle cable.
With the redhead upside-down and trapped, Tiff pummels her foe’s open midriff with vicious stomps then races to the opposite buckles. She spins through a u-turn, and sprints to lift-off bounding into a dropkick to the navel of the overturned Cowgirl, gutting Ariane and sending her foe tumbling out of the trap from the force of the impact.
Mayes grabs the wrists of the groaning Jones and draws her several steps out from the buckles. Leaving her suspiciously situated when Tiffany skips over her opponent and climbs to the top.
The Lost Daughter stands tall on the top buckle, looking out over the jeering FAWNatics.
She runs a thumb across her throat then leaps into a graceful backflip, hoping to land a moonsault across the ivory tummy of the rookie.
Luck was on the redhead’s side, as the slight time it took for Mayes to taunt the crowd, Ariane managed enough recognition of her plight and put her knees up just in time, catching the blonde in her gut.
Tiff rebounded off the redhead’s knees, clutching her stomach as Ariane rolled onto her chest and pushed herself wobbling to her hands and knees. The cheering of the crowd propelled her forward as she stumbled towards a rising Tiffany. Grabbing blonde locks in her fist, she yanked Tiffany to her feet before sending several chops across her chest.
She beat the blonde across the ring and against the ropes, the crowd letting out a cheer each time a chop connected. Feeling the crowd on her side, she alternated chops, gaining speed before Tiffany finally collapsed against the ropes.
As Tiffany lay draped across the bottom rope, Ariane bounded across the ring, rebounding off the opposite ropes, and racing back before slamming a leg across Tiffany’s bosom.
Wanting to move away from the ropes, Ariane grabbed her opponent’s leg to pull her back to the center. Tiffany managed to have the semblance of mind to grab the ropes.
Ariane growled as she yanked on the leg. “Get away from there already!”
“Shove it you farmgirl hoe!”
Tiffany pulled with all her strength back towards the ropes, sending Ariane slightly stumbling towards her and within reach of her legs. The leggy blonde sent a swift kick at Ariane’s breadbasket.
The redhead gasped, dropping the leg as she stumbled away, turning her back on the blonde as she tried to get her wind back.
It was the wrong move.
Tiffany, in an anger and adrenaline induced rage, leapt to her feet, rushed forward to grab one of the redhead’s arms and spun her about. Before Ariane could say, ‘hogtied’, Tiffany’s foot was against the cowgirl’s chin.
“Say goodnight, bytch!”
Tiffany fell backwards, foot still placed against Ariane’s chin, dragging the country cowgirl along, hitting her with her Cheshire Trap signature.
(Inverted Jawbreaker: www.youtube.com/watch?v=MA39VTjvW70 )
Ariane’s chin snapped back as her body straightened like a pole, before falling backwards onto the mat. Grinning like a wildcat, Tiffany crawled forward, scooping up a leg for the win.
“One!”
“Two!”
“THRNOOOOO!”
Ariane weakly raised a shoulder, more out of impulse than anything else. Tiffany stared in frustration, letting out a maddened scream before grabbing both of Ariane’s legs and leaning against them for a second pin attempt.
“One!”
“Two!”
“THRNOOOO!”
A screech of anger rent the arena as Tiffany pounded the mat, glaring at the obstinate cowgirl laying nearly prone before her.
“Just give up already!”
Breathing heavily, Tiffany began to laugh. Moving around her opponent, she grabbed one of Ariane’s arms, before wrapping her legs around the redhead’s neck in her finishing move, the Old School Tie.
(Grounded Octopus Stretch: www.youtube.com/watch?v=YERtfAF0Pdg )
The pain instantly awoke Ariane from her stupor as her neck and both arms were wrenched backwards. The cries of the FAWNatics grew frantic as the redheaded cowgirl floundered against the hold.
“Give up you country freak! Ref! Get in here!”
Ariane gasped against the pressure on her neck, trying to reverse the move without success as the referee closed in. Ariane shook her head before he could even ask if she would submit.
Knowing she had little options, Ariane began to roll, much to the confusion of the blonde who tried ratcheting up the pressure. Working through the pain, she eventually managed to get onto her front. Stars were clouding her vision as she slowly raised her body onto her knees, her opponent’s bodyweight behind her helping with the move. With a cry of both agony and sheer determination, Ariane got onto one knee, then both…her opponent now hanging onto her neck with her legs and arms with her own.
Tiffany was more than baffled by the show of strength from the cowgirl. She tried tightening her legs, before realizing she was in a rather precarious place herself. Now hanging behind her, the blonde thought that escape might be preferable to whatever the redhead had planned for her.
Releasing the redhead’s arms, Tiffany planned and hoped she could roll away after releasing her legs but was shocked when her arms were grabbed by the larger woman.
“Ya ain’t…getting out…of this…” Ariane stammered while tightening her grip. With the blonde’s arms held tight against her, the Black Hills Beauty had Tiffany in the perfect position for the dudebuster she called the Country Sunset.
And she did just that. Tiffany let out a scream as Ariane jumped into a sitting position, slamming the blonde’s head between the canvas and her derriere. As Tiffany went limp,
Ariane grabbed her opponent’s legs for a pin.
“One!”
“Two!”
“THRENNOOO!!!”
Ariane wasn’t sure how Tiffany was able to kick out, but Ariane found herself facing the mat after being shoved off the blonde.
Behind the redhead, Mayes remains in a daze, finding the strength to escape the pinfall of the bigger grappler but little else. She rolls to her side with some effort while the Country Girl pushes to her feet to the roar of the crowd, the FAWNatics sensing the match is reaching its end game.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Ariane pulls the sluggish blonde to her feet and aims her at the far buckles.
“This match has been a real barnburner, gal. Might as well ends it with one.”
Jones heaves Tiffany toward her target with an Irish Whip. The Lost Daughter sleep-runs toward the buckles, spinning into a massive back-first collision, her body rocked. Mayes manages to throw limp arms over the top rope on either side but remaining upright becomes a curse when the Black Hills Beauty barrels toward her foe.
Ariane leaps from several feet out and BURIES Tiff under a corner splash, her body CRUSHING the spent Mayes beneath. As Jones bounces away, a tattered Tiffany sags deeper into the corner, the crowd eating up Ariane’s momentum with a spoon.
Jones raises her right arm and twirls an invisible lasso above her head. She surrounds Mayes’ head in a front facelock and yanks her foe out of the corner, taking Tiffany’s place with her back to the buckles. Slowly, she ascends to the bottom and middle ropes, pulling the bewildered blonde up as she does to settle the match with her Barnburner, a top rope powerbomb.
But as Tiff reaches the middle ropes with her adversary, the desperate circumstances move her body to action. Mayes pulls loose and THUMPS a couple forearm shivers to the redhead’s jaw. With Ariane temporarily stifled, Tiffany takes the dangerous step of moving to the top rope with Jones seated on the top buckle, a recipe for disaster.
But the blonde has a trick up her sleeve, hopping into a scissors of Ariane’s noggin and RIPPING her to the canvas with an Avalanche Hurricarana, Jones THUMPING to the canvas in ring-rattling fashion. Ariane slides to a stop, propping up on an elbow and reaching for her lower spine with the opposite hand, face etched in pain.
Avalanche Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP1lKnA6Yuw )
Though having thwarted Ariane’s effort to end her match life, Tiffany barely has the energy to push to hands and knees. She crawls to Jones and flops across her body in perpendicular fashion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Cowgirl kicks out from under, shoving Mayes off. The women lay next to each other, on their backs, staring at the rafters while pulling in deep lungfuls of air.
The crowd starts a ‘THIS…IS…AWESOME” chant and each combatant responds with movement. The slow-motion race is on to reach vertical. Blonde and redhead get there nearly simultaneously. Tapping into a second wind, Tiffany shoots to the ropes behind her and rebounds into a charge of the Black Hills Beauty.
She leaps into her foe, lifting her legs around Ariane’s head as she’s plucked off the canvas. The speed built allows Mayes to acrobatically orbit the baffled redhead twice before sending the bigger grappler flying in a forward flip from her Around the World in 80 Mayes.
Around the World in 80 Mayes ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHKfDiDFilQ ) 00:12
On tilt after the trip, Ariane remains able to roll up to her feet. She drunkenly staggers toward Tiff, who’s kipped to her feet. Tiffany snatches Jones by an arm and drags her back to the corner.
Mayes climbs to the middle rope with Ariane in tow and u-turns out with a front facelock applied, twisting and PLANTING the Country Girl with a tornado single-arm DDT.
Tornado Single-arm DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGbHfYgRCQ4 )
As Ariane absently flops to her back after the devastating connection, Tiffany dives atop her in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Pushed off Jones, a disconsolate Mayes sweeps her golden locks off her face, showing every inch of the amazement on her features at her inability to finish the rookie.
Slamming the mat, the blonde decided that something larger was needed to put away the redhead. Making her way slowly to the corner again, she noticed Ariane slowly getting to her feet as well. She had to hurry to catch her off guard.
Making her way onto the top of the turnbuckle, she screamed at the crowd that was jeering her, eyeing her blurry eyed opponent who was stumbling on her feet. As the Country Cowgirl turned and finally faced her, Mayes set herself up for a final hurricarana from the top rope.
She leapt!
And to her horror, Ariane seemed to spring to life.
The redheaded rookie finally got her second wind as she spotted the blonde leaping at her.
In a fluid movement, Ariane took a step to the side and spun her body while leaping into the air. She saw Tiff’s eyes widen as she brought her leg snapping back down in one of the biggest moves in her arsenal, the Country Kick.
Her leg caught Tiffany right in her face, smashing her straight down to the mat head first, the rest of her body following and bouncing twice from the impact of the kick. Ariane landed on stumbling legs, her back facing the knocked out blonde. Her second wind gave out as she fell backwards onto her now pinned opponent to the frenzied shouts of excitement busting from the crowd of FAWNatics.
With the redhead splayed on top of the near-unconscious blonde, the ref slid to their sides and began to count.
“ONE!!!”
“TWO!!!”
The frenzy of the crowd reached peak levels as the ref hesitated before slamming their hand to the mat one more time.
“THREE!!!”
DING DING DING!
The sound of the bell slightly registered to the exhausted Ariane, who slowly rolled off her beaten opponent. With the grace of a drunken duck, Ariane hobbled to her feet, grinning as the ref raised her arm in victory.
“And here is your winner by pinfall…Ariane the Country Cowgirl Jones!”
The crowd let out a satisfied roar of approval at the end of the incredible match. With great effort, Ariane made her way to the corner turnbuckle, climbing slowly until she stood with one foot on top. Cupping her hands to her lips, she belted out a loud “Yeeeeehaw!” to the crowd, of which some returned the country shout.
As she hopped down from the ropes, she couldn’t help but smile, and wondered what would come next for her in FAWN.