Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2022 2:24:17 GMT
Promos in any wrestling event were usually a good time to make your way to the snack bar, grab an overly expensive hot dog, and insanely priced drink before making your way back to your seat in time to see the eventual brawl that would probably break out at the end of the promo.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1P76BZfgn8 )
The familiar clapping and country girls singing to the tune of “Thank God I’m a Country Girl blaring from the audio system in the FAWN arena caught many an eye and ear. Folks paused in their quick trips outside; some to head back to their seats, some to catcall, while a small minority started laughing and pointing.
Which made the redhead tearing her way to the ring faster than an angry bull charging a downed cowboy all the more furious.
“Where’s a microphone y’all!” she shouted to the announcers, loud enough to be heard by many in the arena over the sound of her music. She spotted one being ran to her, and she grabbed it from the worker, giving him a quick ‘thank you before turning to glare at the ramp she just stormed down.
“RUE ANN MCKENNA!” the cowgirl blared into the microphone, gaining a screeching return echo. “Get yer yellah, lazy, good for nothing hide into this ring and face me like a woman! If’in ya don’t come out now, I’ll search the back high and low for ya with Mr Brandy at my side! So if ya know what’s good for ya, come out and face me before I put a AJ permanently on your face!”
The crowd cheered, expecting a good old fashioned country brawl as the Country Cowgirl continued.
“Y’all put me out for nearly a month, Rue! You destroyed the after-show I had planned for all the little tykes! And I ain’t about to let no Grinch get the better of me after what y’all did! So get yer mangy hide out to this ring so we can settle this like real country girls!”
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjmTkQk0zA4 )
Before Ariane could continue, “You’re a Mean One, Mister Grinch” blared over the sound system. Rue Ann MacKenna, in her usual black singlet slit to her naval, and nothing else, strutted out to the jeers of the fans. She looked to the ring as she walked, making a mocking “boo hoo” gesture with her hands on her eyes, before finally slipping into the ring.
“You wanna talk trash, girl? Do it to my face,” Rue dared.
Ariane glared at her country rival before replying. “Y’all had a lot of nerve for doing what you did. I used to think that all of us country girls had honor, but, I guess I should have known that a few skunks would get into the fold.”
“Sugar, I ain’t no country girl,” Rue corrected. “I’m from the mountains. I’m hillbilly folk. Country girls cling to honor, but mountain girls get shit done.” She smirked. “‘Sides, I doubt you minded bein’ on your back for a bit. You look like it’s your preferred position.”
Ariane was fuming, but held her tongue at the ‘on your back’ comment, knowing getting angry now wouldn’t do anything good for her. “Rue Ann…I don’t care if y’all call yourself a hick, hillbilly, or anything. You’re a disgrace to all of us gals who hold honor dear! I get things done, which is why I’m challenging you, right here, right now, to an extreme rules match. I’ll even bring out some extra weapons for us to use. Though I doubt y’all will have a chance to use any before I break ya.”
“Time and place, Cow Patty,” Rue said, stepping closer. “And know, this time? When I put your ass down? I’m gonna have a li’l fun.” She gave a lecherous smile. “Someone’s gotta try the new flavor out. And you didn’t mind the candy I gave you last time.”
The country cowgirl poked her finger into Rue Ann’s chest. “As I said, right here, right now. The weapons are coming out now if y’all aren’t an afraid coyote!” Ariane put her fingers to her lips and gave a whistle. From up the ramp, a cart appeared, pushed by a FAWN attendant, full of weapons one might find in a barn or at a country fair. Several branding irons, cowbells, thick sticks, horse harnesses, and more were pushed down to the ring to a cheering crowd.
“So…” Ariane said with a grin. “Want to put up or shut up now?”
“Hold on a blasted second,” Rue said, turning her nose up at the weapons. “How do I know you didn’t stack the deck against me? That all could be rigged. After all, you chose the weapons. I didn’t have a damned say.” She snorted. “I reserve the right to inspect ‘em.”
Nodding, Ariane folded her arms across her chest. “Fine with me. Just delays how quickly I’ll tan your hide!” She grinned as the audience cheered. “Besides, I’m sure that everyone here would love to see a real redhead fighting in this ring for a change, and not some hillbilly hack.”
“Classist,” Rue said, inspecting the weapons. “Typical. Y’all romanticize yerselves while ignorin’ most of the hard work that kept America running was in coal mines and– A-HA!” Rue pulled out one of the branding irons, shaking her head in disdain. “Just awful. I knew you’d try something.”
Ariane’s grip tightened on the microphone she still held in her hand as she began to shake. “You…don’t you dare question my honor!! I could have attacked you the moment you got into the ring so don’t go saying I’d try something shady! I ain’t you after all!”
“Ugh, fine,” Rue growled tossing the iron back into the can, annoyed Ariane didn’t come closer so she could get a free whack.. “Let’s do this then.” Rue moved to her place in the ring.
Ariane moved to her corner of the ring, awaiting the referee for the match to begin so she could crush her fellow redhead. The crowds began chanting and cheering for the match to begin.
“Pat her down,” Rue said to the referee.
“There’s no rules,” the ref responded, annoyed.
“I have the right to demand she be searched,” the hillbilly argued.
The official closed his eyes and sighed. “She is… technically… correct.”
“Make sure there’s nothin’ hiding in her tits!” Rue cackled.
The official sighed before heading over to a fuming Ariane who stood in a ‘t’ pose for the referee to search her. “Out of all the confounded hustles y’all had to pull…” she grumbled as catcalls and whistles came from the audience as the official patted her down, rising in escalation as he patted down her ample bosom. “Quit enjoying this y’all!!!” she shouted at the audience, becoming quite agitated as the catcalls continued.
When the referee stepped back from Ariane, he muttered, “I’m very sorry.” He turned to Rue, “She’s obviously clean.”
“You want me to be patted down?” Rue called to Ariane. “I bet you’d enjoy it.”
The cowgirl grit her teeth and grumbled. “I’m sure y’all don’t have anything to hide. Besides, even if you did, it wouldn’t help ya out. Though I’m sure you would enjoy getting patted down. Probably the most attention you’ve received in years.”
The fans pointed and howled at Ariane’s comeback. Rue replied with a polite golf clap, getting in position.
“Alright, alright. A sweet comeback from the Candy Cane Cowgirl. Fitting considering what you like between your legs.”
Even with the match not yet officially beginning, Ariane could almost not hold back her anger and nearly darted at her opponent, who laughed at the boo’s now heading her way. Rue Ann looked back to the cart and smiled.
“Hold on another minute, I have an idea.”
Ariane’s eye twitched.
Rue Ann perused the cart, before letting out an ‘Aha!’, pulling out a heavy, thick, three foot long pole. “Probably too thick for a girl like you, but this will do.”
“WHAT…will do…” Ariane growled, growing rather impatient, as well as the crowd.
“Stick pull, you county dimwit. We start the match with a stick pull. I’m sure that will satiate your bumpkin brains.”
“Fine!” Ariane spat, stepping towards the center of the ring and sitting down as Rue Ann took her place opposite her. “I hope y’all are gonna enjoy getting whooped on.”
The comment pulled a smirk from the hillbilly. “Oh bless your heart. I hope the ref is ready to count quicklike, as I’ll make this as fast a humiliation for ya as possible. Though maybe not as quick as ya are in bed for your little lovers.”
The phrase ‘if looks could kill’ sprang to mind for many in the audience as jeers rained down upon one redhead, while the other looked to be ready to commit murder.
The two country wrestlers prepared themselves as the referee stood holding the stick between them.
One grit her teeth.
The other licked her lips.
The ref looked confused, but got into position to begin the match.
“Ready…BEGIN!”
Ariane yanked as hard as she could, hoping that she’d be able to overpower the redneck across from her. To her surprise, there was no resistance from Rue Ann, who had a devilish smirk. The force of her pull pushed the cowgirl immediately onto her back, nearly rolling her feet over head as Rue Ann sailed atop her. Rue Ann planted herself down onto Ariane’s legs, bending the cowgirl almost in half with her back against the mat.
The ref, already next to the two women, saw the pin and began to slap the mat.
“One! TWO! THREE!”
DING DING DING!!
The crowd exploded.
Rue Ann was quick to slide off of Ariane, rolling immediately to the outside where she began cackling and pointing at the shocked and flustered Ariane. “Oh! You should see your face! Oh! You’re even worse than I gave you credit for haha!”
The Black Hills Beauty just stared in shock between Rue Ann and the referee, the latter shaking their head and holding up three fingers, signifying it was a clean pin.
Rue Ann was halfway up the ramp before Ariane’s mind cranked back into gear. The redhead roared her anger before sliding over to a microphone, climbing to her feet and leaning against the ropes.
“RUE ANN MACKENNA! WE AREN’T FINISHED!!! YOU HEAR ME!!!”
The hillbilly smirked and flipped Ariane off, before continuing her march up the steps to the loud chorus of boos.
Ariane snarled, gripping the ropes even tighter. She had the barest semblance of mind to know if she charged up the ramp, the unsanctioned bloodbath that would have erupted would have seen her ejected from FAWN, but she still wanted vengeance.
Her pride demanded it.
“BULLROPE BARN MATCH!”
Rue Ann halted mid step, as the crowd went from loud boos to confused murmurings. A panting, furious Ariane stared down from the ring towards her fellow redhead. “You know what that match is, don’t ya, Rue. You know what it means!”
Rue Ann turned, before slowly making her way back towards the ring, signaling for a microphone. One was soon in her hands.
“I know what it is,” she replied calmly, her vicious, cat-like grin still in place. “Are you sure you’re ready for that that kind of beatdown, seeing what I’ve done to ya…twice. AND its consequences?”
Ariane nodded, deciding to dangle an even more dangerous stick in front of the redneck. “I’ll even make it better for you, Rue. Anytime you want, anyplace you want! It could be tomorrow, it could be in two years! Your decision...or are you a lily-livered coward that I except you are that won’t accept?”
A hushed pause fell over the arena as the girl on the stage tapped a finger to her chin in contemplation.
“Well then…” Rue Ann said with a smile. “Never did place you for a masochist or somebody who wanted to be bled dry, just somebody sandwiched between Trixie and Kanako but eh, your funeral. You’ve got your wish, I accept.”
With that, Rue Ann let the microphone drop and roll down the ramp to the ring, leaving her twice beaten opponent, and a confused audience, behind.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1P76BZfgn8 )
The familiar clapping and country girls singing to the tune of “Thank God I’m a Country Girl blaring from the audio system in the FAWN arena caught many an eye and ear. Folks paused in their quick trips outside; some to head back to their seats, some to catcall, while a small minority started laughing and pointing.
Which made the redhead tearing her way to the ring faster than an angry bull charging a downed cowboy all the more furious.
“Where’s a microphone y’all!” she shouted to the announcers, loud enough to be heard by many in the arena over the sound of her music. She spotted one being ran to her, and she grabbed it from the worker, giving him a quick ‘thank you before turning to glare at the ramp she just stormed down.
“RUE ANN MCKENNA!” the cowgirl blared into the microphone, gaining a screeching return echo. “Get yer yellah, lazy, good for nothing hide into this ring and face me like a woman! If’in ya don’t come out now, I’ll search the back high and low for ya with Mr Brandy at my side! So if ya know what’s good for ya, come out and face me before I put a AJ permanently on your face!”
The crowd cheered, expecting a good old fashioned country brawl as the Country Cowgirl continued.
“Y’all put me out for nearly a month, Rue! You destroyed the after-show I had planned for all the little tykes! And I ain’t about to let no Grinch get the better of me after what y’all did! So get yer mangy hide out to this ring so we can settle this like real country girls!”
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjmTkQk0zA4 )
Before Ariane could continue, “You’re a Mean One, Mister Grinch” blared over the sound system. Rue Ann MacKenna, in her usual black singlet slit to her naval, and nothing else, strutted out to the jeers of the fans. She looked to the ring as she walked, making a mocking “boo hoo” gesture with her hands on her eyes, before finally slipping into the ring.
“You wanna talk trash, girl? Do it to my face,” Rue dared.
Ariane glared at her country rival before replying. “Y’all had a lot of nerve for doing what you did. I used to think that all of us country girls had honor, but, I guess I should have known that a few skunks would get into the fold.”
“Sugar, I ain’t no country girl,” Rue corrected. “I’m from the mountains. I’m hillbilly folk. Country girls cling to honor, but mountain girls get shit done.” She smirked. “‘Sides, I doubt you minded bein’ on your back for a bit. You look like it’s your preferred position.”
Ariane was fuming, but held her tongue at the ‘on your back’ comment, knowing getting angry now wouldn’t do anything good for her. “Rue Ann…I don’t care if y’all call yourself a hick, hillbilly, or anything. You’re a disgrace to all of us gals who hold honor dear! I get things done, which is why I’m challenging you, right here, right now, to an extreme rules match. I’ll even bring out some extra weapons for us to use. Though I doubt y’all will have a chance to use any before I break ya.”
“Time and place, Cow Patty,” Rue said, stepping closer. “And know, this time? When I put your ass down? I’m gonna have a li’l fun.” She gave a lecherous smile. “Someone’s gotta try the new flavor out. And you didn’t mind the candy I gave you last time.”
The country cowgirl poked her finger into Rue Ann’s chest. “As I said, right here, right now. The weapons are coming out now if y’all aren’t an afraid coyote!” Ariane put her fingers to her lips and gave a whistle. From up the ramp, a cart appeared, pushed by a FAWN attendant, full of weapons one might find in a barn or at a country fair. Several branding irons, cowbells, thick sticks, horse harnesses, and more were pushed down to the ring to a cheering crowd.
“So…” Ariane said with a grin. “Want to put up or shut up now?”
“Hold on a blasted second,” Rue said, turning her nose up at the weapons. “How do I know you didn’t stack the deck against me? That all could be rigged. After all, you chose the weapons. I didn’t have a damned say.” She snorted. “I reserve the right to inspect ‘em.”
Nodding, Ariane folded her arms across her chest. “Fine with me. Just delays how quickly I’ll tan your hide!” She grinned as the audience cheered. “Besides, I’m sure that everyone here would love to see a real redhead fighting in this ring for a change, and not some hillbilly hack.”
“Classist,” Rue said, inspecting the weapons. “Typical. Y’all romanticize yerselves while ignorin’ most of the hard work that kept America running was in coal mines and– A-HA!” Rue pulled out one of the branding irons, shaking her head in disdain. “Just awful. I knew you’d try something.”
Ariane’s grip tightened on the microphone she still held in her hand as she began to shake. “You…don’t you dare question my honor!! I could have attacked you the moment you got into the ring so don’t go saying I’d try something shady! I ain’t you after all!”
“Ugh, fine,” Rue growled tossing the iron back into the can, annoyed Ariane didn’t come closer so she could get a free whack.. “Let’s do this then.” Rue moved to her place in the ring.
Ariane moved to her corner of the ring, awaiting the referee for the match to begin so she could crush her fellow redhead. The crowds began chanting and cheering for the match to begin.
“Pat her down,” Rue said to the referee.
“There’s no rules,” the ref responded, annoyed.
“I have the right to demand she be searched,” the hillbilly argued.
The official closed his eyes and sighed. “She is… technically… correct.”
“Make sure there’s nothin’ hiding in her tits!” Rue cackled.
The official sighed before heading over to a fuming Ariane who stood in a ‘t’ pose for the referee to search her. “Out of all the confounded hustles y’all had to pull…” she grumbled as catcalls and whistles came from the audience as the official patted her down, rising in escalation as he patted down her ample bosom. “Quit enjoying this y’all!!!” she shouted at the audience, becoming quite agitated as the catcalls continued.
When the referee stepped back from Ariane, he muttered, “I’m very sorry.” He turned to Rue, “She’s obviously clean.”
“You want me to be patted down?” Rue called to Ariane. “I bet you’d enjoy it.”
The cowgirl grit her teeth and grumbled. “I’m sure y’all don’t have anything to hide. Besides, even if you did, it wouldn’t help ya out. Though I’m sure you would enjoy getting patted down. Probably the most attention you’ve received in years.”
The fans pointed and howled at Ariane’s comeback. Rue replied with a polite golf clap, getting in position.
“Alright, alright. A sweet comeback from the Candy Cane Cowgirl. Fitting considering what you like between your legs.”
Even with the match not yet officially beginning, Ariane could almost not hold back her anger and nearly darted at her opponent, who laughed at the boo’s now heading her way. Rue Ann looked back to the cart and smiled.
“Hold on another minute, I have an idea.”
Ariane’s eye twitched.
Rue Ann perused the cart, before letting out an ‘Aha!’, pulling out a heavy, thick, three foot long pole. “Probably too thick for a girl like you, but this will do.”
“WHAT…will do…” Ariane growled, growing rather impatient, as well as the crowd.
“Stick pull, you county dimwit. We start the match with a stick pull. I’m sure that will satiate your bumpkin brains.”
“Fine!” Ariane spat, stepping towards the center of the ring and sitting down as Rue Ann took her place opposite her. “I hope y’all are gonna enjoy getting whooped on.”
The comment pulled a smirk from the hillbilly. “Oh bless your heart. I hope the ref is ready to count quicklike, as I’ll make this as fast a humiliation for ya as possible. Though maybe not as quick as ya are in bed for your little lovers.”
The phrase ‘if looks could kill’ sprang to mind for many in the audience as jeers rained down upon one redhead, while the other looked to be ready to commit murder.
The two country wrestlers prepared themselves as the referee stood holding the stick between them.
One grit her teeth.
The other licked her lips.
The ref looked confused, but got into position to begin the match.
“Ready…BEGIN!”
Ariane yanked as hard as she could, hoping that she’d be able to overpower the redneck across from her. To her surprise, there was no resistance from Rue Ann, who had a devilish smirk. The force of her pull pushed the cowgirl immediately onto her back, nearly rolling her feet over head as Rue Ann sailed atop her. Rue Ann planted herself down onto Ariane’s legs, bending the cowgirl almost in half with her back against the mat.
The ref, already next to the two women, saw the pin and began to slap the mat.
“One! TWO! THREE!”
DING DING DING!!
The crowd exploded.
Rue Ann was quick to slide off of Ariane, rolling immediately to the outside where she began cackling and pointing at the shocked and flustered Ariane. “Oh! You should see your face! Oh! You’re even worse than I gave you credit for haha!”
The Black Hills Beauty just stared in shock between Rue Ann and the referee, the latter shaking their head and holding up three fingers, signifying it was a clean pin.
Rue Ann was halfway up the ramp before Ariane’s mind cranked back into gear. The redhead roared her anger before sliding over to a microphone, climbing to her feet and leaning against the ropes.
“RUE ANN MACKENNA! WE AREN’T FINISHED!!! YOU HEAR ME!!!”
The hillbilly smirked and flipped Ariane off, before continuing her march up the steps to the loud chorus of boos.
Ariane snarled, gripping the ropes even tighter. She had the barest semblance of mind to know if she charged up the ramp, the unsanctioned bloodbath that would have erupted would have seen her ejected from FAWN, but she still wanted vengeance.
Her pride demanded it.
“BULLROPE BARN MATCH!”
Rue Ann halted mid step, as the crowd went from loud boos to confused murmurings. A panting, furious Ariane stared down from the ring towards her fellow redhead. “You know what that match is, don’t ya, Rue. You know what it means!”
Rue Ann turned, before slowly making her way back towards the ring, signaling for a microphone. One was soon in her hands.
“I know what it is,” she replied calmly, her vicious, cat-like grin still in place. “Are you sure you’re ready for that that kind of beatdown, seeing what I’ve done to ya…twice. AND its consequences?”
Ariane nodded, deciding to dangle an even more dangerous stick in front of the redneck. “I’ll even make it better for you, Rue. Anytime you want, anyplace you want! It could be tomorrow, it could be in two years! Your decision...or are you a lily-livered coward that I except you are that won’t accept?”
A hushed pause fell over the arena as the girl on the stage tapped a finger to her chin in contemplation.
“Well then…” Rue Ann said with a smile. “Never did place you for a masochist or somebody who wanted to be bled dry, just somebody sandwiched between Trixie and Kanako but eh, your funeral. You’ve got your wish, I accept.”
With that, Rue Ann let the microphone drop and roll down the ramp to the ring, leaving her twice beaten opponent, and a confused audience, behind.