Post by hawkeye on Jan 10, 2022 1:47:03 GMT
Deck the Halls with Redhead Brawls
"Merry Christmas!!"
ARIANE JONES
The redhead handed out the candy canes to the two women giving her bemused expressions. Especially as said redhead was wearing a bright red skirt with white fluffy trim, a revealing tied off top that matched and an adorable Santa hat with a bell at the end.
Just another normal day at FAWN Wrestling.
Not having to worry about being in a PPV match tonight, Ariane had decided to do the next best thing, bring about a bit of Christmas cheer to her fellow wrestlers.
Thus led her to delivering sweet treats to all those she saw, starting, of course, with her closest friends, and then branching out to all. She may have also gone a bit overboard, setting up an entire Santa House with giant candy canes, a fake nativity and a treats table as well.
The eggnog punch bowl was nearly empty so that must have been a big hit. She thought she’d seen somebody earlier pouring something brown into it, but she shrugged it off. She’d managed to have an absolutely delightful conversation with a gal named Victoria about the gingerbread house she’d made herself. The two had a lovely conversation about German Christmas traditions, and those out in the West, before separating with a hug and traded numbers.
She'd gifted some of the treats she brought to the kids waiting to get into the arena before the show had begun, much to the joy of everyone. The teenage boys seemed to be speechless at her nice gifts she leaned over to give to them too!
The production crew in the back? Each got some candy canes.
Dropping off a basket of Christmas cookies to Beverly? Check.
The most recent lady to drop by, a lovely Canadian by the name of Hazeema, even swapped phone numbers with her as well as praised her Christmas cookies Ariane had made. The redhead had given several extra cookies to her as a result.
Which seemed to just leave…the grouchy looking redhead in the corner?
Ariane blinked, spying a person she didn’t recognize walking down the hallway towards her Christmas Cheer Corner. The Black Hills Beauty strode towards her fellow redhead with a rosy smile, pausing right before her.
"Merry Christmas!"
The other woman looked up with a glower that the Grinch would find discomforting.
RUEANNMACKENNA
The curvy form of a short redhead sauntered towards Ariane, her bare feet slapping against the tile floor. She sized Ariane up, her eyes stopping on the cowgirl’s chest. “Nice boughs of holly,” she said in a thick Kentucky twang. Her eyes met Ariane’s. “You’re new here, ain’t ya?” the woman asked. “I’m Rue Ann MacKenna.”
Ariane smiled back at the shorter wrestler. “Nice to meet ya, Rue. Name’s Ariane Jones and I got a present for ya!” The Dakotan reached into the basket she carried with her, grabbing out a medium sized candy cane and handing it over to her fellow wrestler. “Merry Christmas!”
Rue took the candy cane and sized it up. “Oh, I this would just fit perfectly,” she muttered before looking back to Ariane. “Merry Christmas, Ho.” Rue’s grin spread wider. “Ho. Ho.” She paused. “Wait, you’re associated with Kanako and Decker, ain’t ya?”
Ariane nodded and her face lit up. “You bet! Those two gals are the best! Kanako is the one who vouched for me to join FAWN after she and I faced off a few months back. Y’all a friend of hers?”
Rue Ann let forth a long chortle that all but said, “No, not even close.”
“We’re… acquainted,” Rue Ann said. “We’ve talked in passing but we ain’t sharing tea.” She bit her lip. “Meat or bread?”
“Huh?” Ariane gained a puzzled look on her face. “What do y’all mean?”
“With Kanako and Decker,” Rue replied. “Are you part of the bread?” Rue shook her hand. “Naw, you’re the hot, naive girl-meat in the slut sandwich.”
“Wait...what?” Ariane was confused for a moment before the last part of the sentence rang through her mind. “Now hold on a cotton-pickin’ minute there! Y’all take that back this instant!”
Rue’s face painted with fraudulent concern. “Oh, goodness! I’m sorry, I guess I misunderstood. See, I just assumed if you’re hangin’ around Trixie, she done went and slutted you up like she did Kanako. Or is the issue you’re neither to bread nor the meat but the sloppy, sloppy sauce?”
Ariane’s face darkened as she poked a finger into Rue Ann’s chest. “I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t hear you slander my good friends’ names, if y’all turn around right now and beat your way back the way you came.”
Rue grabbed Ariane’s wrist. “Hon, it ain’t slander. It’s public record. Kanako was a sweet, innocent li’l thing til Trixie got hooks in ‘er. But maybe that’s why you’re there. Maybe you ain’t as sweet and innocent as you act.” Rue took the cowgirl’s finger and slid it into her mouth, sucking it slowly as she pulled it out again.
Ariane yanked her finger out of Rue’s mouth and slapped the redhead across the cheek before pointing a finger in her face. “Don’t...don’t you even dare to-”
“Don’t stick anything in a wild animals face you don’t want them to rip off,” Rue Ann growled with the biggest smile on her face. “And I guess you don’t research well. ‘Cuz ‘darin’’ is all I do. Ask Sunni Masters--” Rue’s face dripped sudden, fake concern. “Oh, you can’t. I ended her career.” Rue stepped closer, slamming her own large rack into Ariane. “Considering what I gave you about Decker a warning. The next thing I’ll give you is humiliation if ya ain’t careful.”
Ariane felt the anger flowing from the shorter girl, but stepped up to the challenge by pressing herself against the shorter girl. “Warning received, and you know what?” Ariane glared as she looked down at the other woman. “I don’t give a lick about threats from south pole elves because folks like you are all talk and no action.”
“Oh, but I bet you do give licks,” Rue sneered. “And take ‘em as well.” She shoved Ariane back into the tree. The Christmas symbol caught the cowgirl but didn’t topple, instead preventing her from falling into gifts.
Ariane growled as she pushed herself out of the tree, dropping her basket of candy canes before running at Rue Ann to spear the woman for her insensitive remarks against her friends. The move seemed to take the Kentuckian by surprise, as she got caught right in the gut by the spear. The two women fell to the ground in a heap of flailing limbs as Ariane mounted Rue Ann and began throwing punches into her face and chest like most folks toss back eggnog at a Christmas party.
After ten fists a throwing, Ariane was breathing heavy as she glared down at the woman beneath her. “Now don’t y’all dare mess with me or insult my friends again, got it!”
Rue looked up at Ariane, smiling, then spit a jet of blood into her eyes. Before the cowgirl could react, Rue Ann heaved Ariane’s over her, leaving the cowgirl in a surprised heap, butt up. Rue rose quickly, spun around, and delivered a field goal kick between Ariane’s legs.
Ariane screamed in pain as she slumped forward, holding her jolly holly’s before attempting to stand. “You...You’ve done it now!”
“I’m already on the naughty list!” Rue yelled as she slammed a gift box down over her head. Ariane scarcely had time to question what sort of Scrooge used such a large box for one pair of socks before she felt an explosion of pain in her gut. Rue was small, but the second sucker punch let the taller ginger know she was absolutely dealing with another farm girl, and all the raw brutality that came with it.
Ariane gagged at the amount of pain her stomach and nethers were in, but managed enough sense to pull the box off her head before flailing around mindlessly. Though the mindless flailing helped when she swung the box around and managed to impact Rue Ann right in her side as the redhead was starting forward with another punch. “Here’s a gift for your girls!”
Rue wildly kicked Ariane’s legs from under her. “BUY ME DINNER FIRST!” she screeched, aiming a falling first towards the taller ginger.
Ariane fell to the ground, though quickly scrambled to her feet…
...only for her face to meet Rue's descending fist, sending the back of her head crashing into a large candy cane decoration behind her. She groaned, seeing stars as she attempted to get to her feet in the faux snow lined Santa land.
Rue’s smirk grew wider as she reached down, cupping Ariane’s generous cleavage. “Time to open my gift ear–” Her libido was cut short by a wild kick and a cowboy boot going up the chimney between Rue’s thighs like Santa trying to beat a deadline. The sound that came from Rue’s throat sounded like a cat slowly being run down by a steam roller. The Kentucky girl turned and stumbled away as Ariane rose and eyes the strands of Christmas lights.
Walking over the destruction of the former wonderland, Ariane ripped down a line of lights from Santas home, forming it into a lasso. "Time for some fun!" Eyeing her fellow redhead, Ariane swung and nabbed her opponent, tightening the improvised lasso. A heavy yank sent Rue careening towards a outstretched arm straight into Rue's chest. "Two knockers knocking, Grinch!"
Rue was not known for being a prude but something about this indignity set her off. She managed to only stumble, not falling all the way, and catch herself. The look in her face Ariane had seen before in unruly mustangs and bulls are rodeos whose testicle clamps were a tad too tight. Despite their size and weight difference, Rue spun and yanked her weight away from the cowgirl. Ariane hadn’t expect this and lost her footing as MacKenna pulled her forwards towards a full-force headbutt.
“Ariane saw stars for a moment after the headbutt, which only irritated her all the more. Growling in rage, Ariane returned the headbutt with equal venom. “Y’all think you’re the only hard head?” And just because she could, Ariane sent a second headbutt back into her opponent’s face. “You think you could insult my friends and get away with it?” Ariane got to stumbling feet and yanked hard on the Christmas lights, dragging her fellow redhead through the snow like a one horse open sleigh.
Rue shook off her cobwebs. No one had ever returned a headbutt on her and, she hated to admit it she was mildly turned on by the moment. Still, she felt this new face had to learn the order. “I… do… what… I… WANT!” On “Want,” Rue launched herself into Ariane and both women flew into the Christmas tree. Ornaments shattered as they fell into the fir, which landed on its side with them encased.
Ariane screamed as a bough became too jolly for her holly underneath her Christmas skirt. Grabbing the nearest thing she could, a green bauble, she smashed it against Rue’s face. “I don’t care what you want! You ain’t slurring ma’ friend’s good names!” Grabbing the still lit up star at the top of the tree, now laying next to it, Ariane smashed it over Rue’s head.
Rue finally managed to pull herself from the lasso. A grubby hand shot into the cowgirl’s mouth for a mandible claw. “I’ll say what I want and Yule like it!” Before Ariane could process the wordplay, Rue shoved her face into some shattered ornaments, cutting up her cheek - not enough to need real medical attention, as FAWN did not spring for anything but the cheapest ornaments, but enough to make Christmas cards need some photoshopping.
Ariane winced at the cheap plastic shrapnel that split open her cheek. Grimacing through the pain, as well as the hand currently shoved inside her mouth, Ariane let loose a flurry of punches into the Kentuckian’s face, hoping to buck her off of her and get back on top of what was quickly destroying all her hard work in decorating for the holiday.
Rue was stunned as Ariane pulled her to her feet by her long red tresses, dragging her over to the tables of snacks and drinks. Grabbing a gingerbread house, Ariane turned and slammed it down on Rue’s head before punching her in the gut. Ariane righted her back up and opened the door on the house. “Anyone home?” she chuckled right before a stream of M&Ms from inside the construction were spit into her face.
Ariane wiped away the M&M’s sticking to her face, spitting several out before sending a fist through the open doors of the gingerbread house, shattering it into pieces before destroying it completely by smashing Rue’s head, gingerbread house and all, right into the table. “Gingerbread for the ginger! So eat up, Grinch!” Not satisfied with Rue eating more gingerbread than any one person should have, Ariane yanked on Rue’s red-locks, leading her over to the eggnog punch bowl. “Aww, too much for ya? Well how about a drink!”
Ariane shoved the smaller woman’s head into the punchbowl, holding her under for what seemed like almost too long, to the point even her conscious reminded her she’s not a murderer. Finally she yanked Rue from the bowl, eggnog and fruit bits dripping down her face and into her rack. “Was it tasty?”
Rue suddenly grabbed Ariane by the back of the head and slammed her mouth to the cowgirl’s. Ariane was immediately served, forcefully, a mouthful of nog - and a searching tongue eagerly massaging the roof of her mouth - before Rue yanked back. The good girl coughed and sputtered, blushing from the gags and the unexpected kiss. Rue cupped her chin and licked her face. “I dunno. Am I?” She didn’t wait for an answer, backhanding Ariane as hard as she could.
“What in…blazes was that-” was all she got out before being served a heavy backhand sending her stumbling backwards. Already shaken from the kiss, she stumbled directly into the large candy canes next to Santa’s house, trying to grab hold of one to steady herself. “What in tarnation was that for?” Her face was nearly as red as her skirt and hair as she spat out eggnog, staring at the other redhead.
“You fuckin’ liked it,” Rue said. “We both know you did. I mean, you’re in FAWN. We have to sign adult entertainer waivers for a reason. Also,” Rue’s grin grew so wide the Grinch would be uncomfortable, “if you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t have gotten under the mistletoe.”
Ariane looked up immediately and saw… nothing.
Rue took advantage of the diversion to run at her, wrapping her own farm-strong arms around her enemy’s waist, lifting her up, and dropping her crotch on an outstretched knee. As the howl came, Rue spun Ariane around, grabbed her breasts in clawholds and boobplexed her back into the already shattered gifts.
A scream of pain rent the frosty air as Ariane slammed into the shattered gifts. Arching her back, she grimaced, trying to get back to her feet to continue the brawl, while also pulling pieces of tinsel and splinters from the shattered gifts from her back. “Now…now ya’ll done it!” Ariane got to her feet, a fire in her eyes that could roast chestnuts as she eyed up her opponent.
“Aw, don’t be so mad, Proud Young Virgin,” Rue cooed as she picked up one of the oversized candy canes. “It’s Christmas! And that’s when you sit in a stranger’s lap and tell ‘em what you want!” Rue broke the giant cane across Ariane’s face, flattening her out. Immediately the hilbilly straddled Ariane’s lap, planting her hands back on the larger woman’s rack and began giving her a lurid and personal lapdance. “I want you… broken,” Rue whispered. “I think I’ll even get a little collar for you.”
Ariane could feel something happening over her as the stars faded from her vision. It wasn’t until she felt herself being fondled that her mind caught up to speed, as well as her knee that she raised that went straight in between Rue’s legs, making her sing a one note version of Silent Night.. “Y’all will not…break me…”
Rue clutched herself just as a boot planted between her tits and shoved her back to Santa’s throne. “Kinda… did,” the hillbilly laughed. “I’m well in your–” Rue didn’t finish the sentence as a right cross landed across her jaw. “Oh…”was all she could mutter her villain monologue ending in a whimper.
Ariane followed up with the monologue ending hook with a country kick across the face of her fellow redhead. Watching Rue Ann collapse into the destroyed candy canes gave her an odd feeling of satisfaction, even if all her work in setting up a Christmas wonderland was now reduced to ruins. “And that’s what y’all get for insulting my friends!” Ariane turned her back on the prone woman, surveying the damage while breathing heavily. “Now how am I gonna rebuild all this.Definitely gonna need new eggnog and..new clothes.” The redhead sighed heavily, before placing a large candy cane back upright, before heading to the Christmas tree to somehow get it, and it's broken boughs, back together, completely ignorant of the figure stalking towards her.
Ariane scarcely had time to take stock before a white-and-red crook of a giant candy slammed up between her legs and yanked her backwards. The larger redhead felt the scruff of her neck and her crotch grabbed tightly as she was lifted in a gorilla press.
“I’m sick of your jolly shit,” Rue hissed. “Get grinched, you bitch!” With that, Rue Ann did her best Donkey Kong impersonation and hurled her through the Santa’s House set. Wood and plaster exploded like a North Pole Apocalypse, leaving Ariane dazed in the wreckage. She almost gathered her wits enough to hear Rue Ann scream, “FORE!” and slam the giant candy cane against the side of her head, letting it explode everywhere as Ariane went out like a light.
“Hoe in one,” Rue said, tossing aside the remains. She smiled down at Ariane. She was hot. There was a temptation to give her a typical, and very personal, FAWN welcome but Hazeema might be watching. And, well… Rue didn’t want to risk too much. She plucked a smaller candy cane off the tree and unwrapped it.
“Still,” Rue muttered, “Hazeema’s seen me do worse.” She smirked.
Rue bent down and tucked the candy cane between Ariane’s massive breasts, then leaned closer and gave the confection a long, lurid lick, her spittle dripping onto the sleeping beauty.
“Simply delicious,” Rue said, crawling up Ariane’s torso. “Still, sweets are meant to be shared.” Her mouth opened and loomed closer and closer to Ariane’s mouth.
And that’s when the boot slammed into the side of her head.
Rue looked up, snarling, after spilling into the wreckage. Standing before her, Trixie Decker glared down. Rue’s hands dropped to the chain wrapped around Trixie’s fist.
“That’s not sporting,” the hillbilly snarled.
“I’m on the Naughty List,” the goth replied. “Not scram before I open my Christmas gift early.”
“What gift?” Rue said, slowly rising.
“Your fucking skull.”
The Kentucky beauty weighed this and slowly backed away, vanishing around a corner.
Trixie bent down to Ariane, attempting to rouse her. “C’mon, Rodeo Queen. Rise and shine.”
Ariane stirred somewhat, brief mumbles and murmurs of Christmas wishes slurring from her like a drunken caroler after a night of spiked nog. Her eyes finally opened after several moments, and several pats on the cheek from Trixie.
The Black Hills Beauty slowly looked around, attempting to stand when the pains of the final blows she took flooded into her like kids into presents under a Christmas tree. The cowgirl curled into a fetal position, hand clutching her womanhood as she groaned. “...ow.” Her other hand went to her head, where pulling away, blood as scarlet as Santa’s coat decorated her palm. “What…hit me?”
She looked up at Trixie with a goofy smile and completely punch drunk. “He….hey there…y’all…wanna…ca..candy cane…gorg..eous?”
Trixie started to answer, then said, “I’ll never get this chance again.” She bobbed her head into Ariane’s cleavage, biting the confection and pulling it up. “And Rue Ann MacKenna, one of the crappiest people FAWN has to offer. Do we need to get you to the medics?”
Ariane looked stunned for a moment, then laughed as Trixie’s action tickled. Hearing the question, Ariane looked at the blood on her hand, and feeling the pain within her, nodded. “I’d reckon…that might be a swell idea. Nothing’s broken..just..pain.”
She attempted slowly to stand, and upon failing that, rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up slowly, arching her back up like she was praying before stretching up fully. “Might need help standing due to whatever nabbed me between my knickers…”
Trixie draped Ariane’s arm over her shoulders. “I got you, Ariane. And, yeah, when you’re a snake in the grass like Rue, pretty much everything you do is gonna be a low blow.” She helped the redhead from the wreckage. “Merry Christmas?”
The Black Hills Beauty gave a goofy grin as she stumbled up to her feet, then gave Trixie a peck on the cheek and a giggle. “Merry Christmas,” she said before passing out again in Trixie’s arms..
Trixie heaved Ariane up, walking her like a large doll. “And not a creature was stirring,” Trixie said. She looked at all the damage Rue caused. “... except for a rat.” With that, she carried Ariane to get checked out by FAWN’s EMTs as the camera faded.
"Merry Christmas!!"
ARIANE JONES
The redhead handed out the candy canes to the two women giving her bemused expressions. Especially as said redhead was wearing a bright red skirt with white fluffy trim, a revealing tied off top that matched and an adorable Santa hat with a bell at the end.
Just another normal day at FAWN Wrestling.
Not having to worry about being in a PPV match tonight, Ariane had decided to do the next best thing, bring about a bit of Christmas cheer to her fellow wrestlers.
Thus led her to delivering sweet treats to all those she saw, starting, of course, with her closest friends, and then branching out to all. She may have also gone a bit overboard, setting up an entire Santa House with giant candy canes, a fake nativity and a treats table as well.
The eggnog punch bowl was nearly empty so that must have been a big hit. She thought she’d seen somebody earlier pouring something brown into it, but she shrugged it off. She’d managed to have an absolutely delightful conversation with a gal named Victoria about the gingerbread house she’d made herself. The two had a lovely conversation about German Christmas traditions, and those out in the West, before separating with a hug and traded numbers.
She'd gifted some of the treats she brought to the kids waiting to get into the arena before the show had begun, much to the joy of everyone. The teenage boys seemed to be speechless at her nice gifts she leaned over to give to them too!
The production crew in the back? Each got some candy canes.
Dropping off a basket of Christmas cookies to Beverly? Check.
The most recent lady to drop by, a lovely Canadian by the name of Hazeema, even swapped phone numbers with her as well as praised her Christmas cookies Ariane had made. The redhead had given several extra cookies to her as a result.
Which seemed to just leave…the grouchy looking redhead in the corner?
Ariane blinked, spying a person she didn’t recognize walking down the hallway towards her Christmas Cheer Corner. The Black Hills Beauty strode towards her fellow redhead with a rosy smile, pausing right before her.
"Merry Christmas!"
The other woman looked up with a glower that the Grinch would find discomforting.
RUEANNMACKENNA
The curvy form of a short redhead sauntered towards Ariane, her bare feet slapping against the tile floor. She sized Ariane up, her eyes stopping on the cowgirl’s chest. “Nice boughs of holly,” she said in a thick Kentucky twang. Her eyes met Ariane’s. “You’re new here, ain’t ya?” the woman asked. “I’m Rue Ann MacKenna.”
Ariane smiled back at the shorter wrestler. “Nice to meet ya, Rue. Name’s Ariane Jones and I got a present for ya!” The Dakotan reached into the basket she carried with her, grabbing out a medium sized candy cane and handing it over to her fellow wrestler. “Merry Christmas!”
Rue took the candy cane and sized it up. “Oh, I this would just fit perfectly,” she muttered before looking back to Ariane. “Merry Christmas, Ho.” Rue’s grin spread wider. “Ho. Ho.” She paused. “Wait, you’re associated with Kanako and Decker, ain’t ya?”
Ariane nodded and her face lit up. “You bet! Those two gals are the best! Kanako is the one who vouched for me to join FAWN after she and I faced off a few months back. Y’all a friend of hers?”
Rue Ann let forth a long chortle that all but said, “No, not even close.”
“We’re… acquainted,” Rue Ann said. “We’ve talked in passing but we ain’t sharing tea.” She bit her lip. “Meat or bread?”
“Huh?” Ariane gained a puzzled look on her face. “What do y’all mean?”
“With Kanako and Decker,” Rue replied. “Are you part of the bread?” Rue shook her hand. “Naw, you’re the hot, naive girl-meat in the slut sandwich.”
“Wait...what?” Ariane was confused for a moment before the last part of the sentence rang through her mind. “Now hold on a cotton-pickin’ minute there! Y’all take that back this instant!”
Rue’s face painted with fraudulent concern. “Oh, goodness! I’m sorry, I guess I misunderstood. See, I just assumed if you’re hangin’ around Trixie, she done went and slutted you up like she did Kanako. Or is the issue you’re neither to bread nor the meat but the sloppy, sloppy sauce?”
Ariane’s face darkened as she poked a finger into Rue Ann’s chest. “I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t hear you slander my good friends’ names, if y’all turn around right now and beat your way back the way you came.”
Rue grabbed Ariane’s wrist. “Hon, it ain’t slander. It’s public record. Kanako was a sweet, innocent li’l thing til Trixie got hooks in ‘er. But maybe that’s why you’re there. Maybe you ain’t as sweet and innocent as you act.” Rue took the cowgirl’s finger and slid it into her mouth, sucking it slowly as she pulled it out again.
Ariane yanked her finger out of Rue’s mouth and slapped the redhead across the cheek before pointing a finger in her face. “Don’t...don’t you even dare to-”
“Don’t stick anything in a wild animals face you don’t want them to rip off,” Rue Ann growled with the biggest smile on her face. “And I guess you don’t research well. ‘Cuz ‘darin’’ is all I do. Ask Sunni Masters--” Rue’s face dripped sudden, fake concern. “Oh, you can’t. I ended her career.” Rue stepped closer, slamming her own large rack into Ariane. “Considering what I gave you about Decker a warning. The next thing I’ll give you is humiliation if ya ain’t careful.”
Ariane felt the anger flowing from the shorter girl, but stepped up to the challenge by pressing herself against the shorter girl. “Warning received, and you know what?” Ariane glared as she looked down at the other woman. “I don’t give a lick about threats from south pole elves because folks like you are all talk and no action.”
“Oh, but I bet you do give licks,” Rue sneered. “And take ‘em as well.” She shoved Ariane back into the tree. The Christmas symbol caught the cowgirl but didn’t topple, instead preventing her from falling into gifts.
Ariane growled as she pushed herself out of the tree, dropping her basket of candy canes before running at Rue Ann to spear the woman for her insensitive remarks against her friends. The move seemed to take the Kentuckian by surprise, as she got caught right in the gut by the spear. The two women fell to the ground in a heap of flailing limbs as Ariane mounted Rue Ann and began throwing punches into her face and chest like most folks toss back eggnog at a Christmas party.
After ten fists a throwing, Ariane was breathing heavy as she glared down at the woman beneath her. “Now don’t y’all dare mess with me or insult my friends again, got it!”
Rue looked up at Ariane, smiling, then spit a jet of blood into her eyes. Before the cowgirl could react, Rue Ann heaved Ariane’s over her, leaving the cowgirl in a surprised heap, butt up. Rue rose quickly, spun around, and delivered a field goal kick between Ariane’s legs.
Ariane screamed in pain as she slumped forward, holding her jolly holly’s before attempting to stand. “You...You’ve done it now!”
“I’m already on the naughty list!” Rue yelled as she slammed a gift box down over her head. Ariane scarcely had time to question what sort of Scrooge used such a large box for one pair of socks before she felt an explosion of pain in her gut. Rue was small, but the second sucker punch let the taller ginger know she was absolutely dealing with another farm girl, and all the raw brutality that came with it.
Ariane gagged at the amount of pain her stomach and nethers were in, but managed enough sense to pull the box off her head before flailing around mindlessly. Though the mindless flailing helped when she swung the box around and managed to impact Rue Ann right in her side as the redhead was starting forward with another punch. “Here’s a gift for your girls!”
Rue wildly kicked Ariane’s legs from under her. “BUY ME DINNER FIRST!” she screeched, aiming a falling first towards the taller ginger.
Ariane fell to the ground, though quickly scrambled to her feet…
...only for her face to meet Rue's descending fist, sending the back of her head crashing into a large candy cane decoration behind her. She groaned, seeing stars as she attempted to get to her feet in the faux snow lined Santa land.
Rue’s smirk grew wider as she reached down, cupping Ariane’s generous cleavage. “Time to open my gift ear–” Her libido was cut short by a wild kick and a cowboy boot going up the chimney between Rue’s thighs like Santa trying to beat a deadline. The sound that came from Rue’s throat sounded like a cat slowly being run down by a steam roller. The Kentucky girl turned and stumbled away as Ariane rose and eyes the strands of Christmas lights.
Walking over the destruction of the former wonderland, Ariane ripped down a line of lights from Santas home, forming it into a lasso. "Time for some fun!" Eyeing her fellow redhead, Ariane swung and nabbed her opponent, tightening the improvised lasso. A heavy yank sent Rue careening towards a outstretched arm straight into Rue's chest. "Two knockers knocking, Grinch!"
Rue was not known for being a prude but something about this indignity set her off. She managed to only stumble, not falling all the way, and catch herself. The look in her face Ariane had seen before in unruly mustangs and bulls are rodeos whose testicle clamps were a tad too tight. Despite their size and weight difference, Rue spun and yanked her weight away from the cowgirl. Ariane hadn’t expect this and lost her footing as MacKenna pulled her forwards towards a full-force headbutt.
“Ariane saw stars for a moment after the headbutt, which only irritated her all the more. Growling in rage, Ariane returned the headbutt with equal venom. “Y’all think you’re the only hard head?” And just because she could, Ariane sent a second headbutt back into her opponent’s face. “You think you could insult my friends and get away with it?” Ariane got to stumbling feet and yanked hard on the Christmas lights, dragging her fellow redhead through the snow like a one horse open sleigh.
Rue shook off her cobwebs. No one had ever returned a headbutt on her and, she hated to admit it she was mildly turned on by the moment. Still, she felt this new face had to learn the order. “I… do… what… I… WANT!” On “Want,” Rue launched herself into Ariane and both women flew into the Christmas tree. Ornaments shattered as they fell into the fir, which landed on its side with them encased.
Ariane screamed as a bough became too jolly for her holly underneath her Christmas skirt. Grabbing the nearest thing she could, a green bauble, she smashed it against Rue’s face. “I don’t care what you want! You ain’t slurring ma’ friend’s good names!” Grabbing the still lit up star at the top of the tree, now laying next to it, Ariane smashed it over Rue’s head.
Rue finally managed to pull herself from the lasso. A grubby hand shot into the cowgirl’s mouth for a mandible claw. “I’ll say what I want and Yule like it!” Before Ariane could process the wordplay, Rue shoved her face into some shattered ornaments, cutting up her cheek - not enough to need real medical attention, as FAWN did not spring for anything but the cheapest ornaments, but enough to make Christmas cards need some photoshopping.
Ariane winced at the cheap plastic shrapnel that split open her cheek. Grimacing through the pain, as well as the hand currently shoved inside her mouth, Ariane let loose a flurry of punches into the Kentuckian’s face, hoping to buck her off of her and get back on top of what was quickly destroying all her hard work in decorating for the holiday.
Rue was stunned as Ariane pulled her to her feet by her long red tresses, dragging her over to the tables of snacks and drinks. Grabbing a gingerbread house, Ariane turned and slammed it down on Rue’s head before punching her in the gut. Ariane righted her back up and opened the door on the house. “Anyone home?” she chuckled right before a stream of M&Ms from inside the construction were spit into her face.
Ariane wiped away the M&M’s sticking to her face, spitting several out before sending a fist through the open doors of the gingerbread house, shattering it into pieces before destroying it completely by smashing Rue’s head, gingerbread house and all, right into the table. “Gingerbread for the ginger! So eat up, Grinch!” Not satisfied with Rue eating more gingerbread than any one person should have, Ariane yanked on Rue’s red-locks, leading her over to the eggnog punch bowl. “Aww, too much for ya? Well how about a drink!”
Ariane shoved the smaller woman’s head into the punchbowl, holding her under for what seemed like almost too long, to the point even her conscious reminded her she’s not a murderer. Finally she yanked Rue from the bowl, eggnog and fruit bits dripping down her face and into her rack. “Was it tasty?”
Rue suddenly grabbed Ariane by the back of the head and slammed her mouth to the cowgirl’s. Ariane was immediately served, forcefully, a mouthful of nog - and a searching tongue eagerly massaging the roof of her mouth - before Rue yanked back. The good girl coughed and sputtered, blushing from the gags and the unexpected kiss. Rue cupped her chin and licked her face. “I dunno. Am I?” She didn’t wait for an answer, backhanding Ariane as hard as she could.
“What in…blazes was that-” was all she got out before being served a heavy backhand sending her stumbling backwards. Already shaken from the kiss, she stumbled directly into the large candy canes next to Santa’s house, trying to grab hold of one to steady herself. “What in tarnation was that for?” Her face was nearly as red as her skirt and hair as she spat out eggnog, staring at the other redhead.
“You fuckin’ liked it,” Rue said. “We both know you did. I mean, you’re in FAWN. We have to sign adult entertainer waivers for a reason. Also,” Rue’s grin grew so wide the Grinch would be uncomfortable, “if you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t have gotten under the mistletoe.”
Ariane looked up immediately and saw… nothing.
Rue took advantage of the diversion to run at her, wrapping her own farm-strong arms around her enemy’s waist, lifting her up, and dropping her crotch on an outstretched knee. As the howl came, Rue spun Ariane around, grabbed her breasts in clawholds and boobplexed her back into the already shattered gifts.
A scream of pain rent the frosty air as Ariane slammed into the shattered gifts. Arching her back, she grimaced, trying to get back to her feet to continue the brawl, while also pulling pieces of tinsel and splinters from the shattered gifts from her back. “Now…now ya’ll done it!” Ariane got to her feet, a fire in her eyes that could roast chestnuts as she eyed up her opponent.
“Aw, don’t be so mad, Proud Young Virgin,” Rue cooed as she picked up one of the oversized candy canes. “It’s Christmas! And that’s when you sit in a stranger’s lap and tell ‘em what you want!” Rue broke the giant cane across Ariane’s face, flattening her out. Immediately the hilbilly straddled Ariane’s lap, planting her hands back on the larger woman’s rack and began giving her a lurid and personal lapdance. “I want you… broken,” Rue whispered. “I think I’ll even get a little collar for you.”
Ariane could feel something happening over her as the stars faded from her vision. It wasn’t until she felt herself being fondled that her mind caught up to speed, as well as her knee that she raised that went straight in between Rue’s legs, making her sing a one note version of Silent Night.. “Y’all will not…break me…”
Rue clutched herself just as a boot planted between her tits and shoved her back to Santa’s throne. “Kinda… did,” the hillbilly laughed. “I’m well in your–” Rue didn’t finish the sentence as a right cross landed across her jaw. “Oh…”was all she could mutter her villain monologue ending in a whimper.
Ariane followed up with the monologue ending hook with a country kick across the face of her fellow redhead. Watching Rue Ann collapse into the destroyed candy canes gave her an odd feeling of satisfaction, even if all her work in setting up a Christmas wonderland was now reduced to ruins. “And that’s what y’all get for insulting my friends!” Ariane turned her back on the prone woman, surveying the damage while breathing heavily. “Now how am I gonna rebuild all this.Definitely gonna need new eggnog and..new clothes.” The redhead sighed heavily, before placing a large candy cane back upright, before heading to the Christmas tree to somehow get it, and it's broken boughs, back together, completely ignorant of the figure stalking towards her.
Ariane scarcely had time to take stock before a white-and-red crook of a giant candy slammed up between her legs and yanked her backwards. The larger redhead felt the scruff of her neck and her crotch grabbed tightly as she was lifted in a gorilla press.
“I’m sick of your jolly shit,” Rue hissed. “Get grinched, you bitch!” With that, Rue Ann did her best Donkey Kong impersonation and hurled her through the Santa’s House set. Wood and plaster exploded like a North Pole Apocalypse, leaving Ariane dazed in the wreckage. She almost gathered her wits enough to hear Rue Ann scream, “FORE!” and slam the giant candy cane against the side of her head, letting it explode everywhere as Ariane went out like a light.
“Hoe in one,” Rue said, tossing aside the remains. She smiled down at Ariane. She was hot. There was a temptation to give her a typical, and very personal, FAWN welcome but Hazeema might be watching. And, well… Rue didn’t want to risk too much. She plucked a smaller candy cane off the tree and unwrapped it.
“Still,” Rue muttered, “Hazeema’s seen me do worse.” She smirked.
Rue bent down and tucked the candy cane between Ariane’s massive breasts, then leaned closer and gave the confection a long, lurid lick, her spittle dripping onto the sleeping beauty.
“Simply delicious,” Rue said, crawling up Ariane’s torso. “Still, sweets are meant to be shared.” Her mouth opened and loomed closer and closer to Ariane’s mouth.
And that’s when the boot slammed into the side of her head.
Rue looked up, snarling, after spilling into the wreckage. Standing before her, Trixie Decker glared down. Rue’s hands dropped to the chain wrapped around Trixie’s fist.
“That’s not sporting,” the hillbilly snarled.
“I’m on the Naughty List,” the goth replied. “Not scram before I open my Christmas gift early.”
“What gift?” Rue said, slowly rising.
“Your fucking skull.”
The Kentucky beauty weighed this and slowly backed away, vanishing around a corner.
Trixie bent down to Ariane, attempting to rouse her. “C’mon, Rodeo Queen. Rise and shine.”
Ariane stirred somewhat, brief mumbles and murmurs of Christmas wishes slurring from her like a drunken caroler after a night of spiked nog. Her eyes finally opened after several moments, and several pats on the cheek from Trixie.
The Black Hills Beauty slowly looked around, attempting to stand when the pains of the final blows she took flooded into her like kids into presents under a Christmas tree. The cowgirl curled into a fetal position, hand clutching her womanhood as she groaned. “...ow.” Her other hand went to her head, where pulling away, blood as scarlet as Santa’s coat decorated her palm. “What…hit me?”
She looked up at Trixie with a goofy smile and completely punch drunk. “He….hey there…y’all…wanna…ca..candy cane…gorg..eous?”
Trixie started to answer, then said, “I’ll never get this chance again.” She bobbed her head into Ariane’s cleavage, biting the confection and pulling it up. “And Rue Ann MacKenna, one of the crappiest people FAWN has to offer. Do we need to get you to the medics?”
Ariane looked stunned for a moment, then laughed as Trixie’s action tickled. Hearing the question, Ariane looked at the blood on her hand, and feeling the pain within her, nodded. “I’d reckon…that might be a swell idea. Nothing’s broken..just..pain.”
She attempted slowly to stand, and upon failing that, rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up slowly, arching her back up like she was praying before stretching up fully. “Might need help standing due to whatever nabbed me between my knickers…”
Trixie draped Ariane’s arm over her shoulders. “I got you, Ariane. And, yeah, when you’re a snake in the grass like Rue, pretty much everything you do is gonna be a low blow.” She helped the redhead from the wreckage. “Merry Christmas?”
The Black Hills Beauty gave a goofy grin as she stumbled up to her feet, then gave Trixie a peck on the cheek and a giggle. “Merry Christmas,” she said before passing out again in Trixie’s arms..
Trixie heaved Ariane up, walking her like a large doll. “And not a creature was stirring,” Trixie said. She looked at all the damage Rue caused. “... except for a rat.” With that, she carried Ariane to get checked out by FAWN’s EMTs as the camera faded.