Post by hawkeye on Sept 5, 2022 14:19:31 GMT
PTT vs Ariane Jones
“Are you sure you don’t want me to be in your corner tonight, Ari?”
KANAKO AKIYAMA:
ARIANE SOPHIE JONES:
The conversation in the back had been a back and forth for a while. A concerned Kanako Akiyama trying to convince a stubborn Ariane Jones to not face PTT alone.
“I’ll be fine, Neko,” Ariane replied, still refusing the help. “I told ‘em off, and I can face em by myself. I know y’all are worried, but I’ll be fine.”
Kanako leveled a stare at her friend.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Ariane grumbled. “Y’all forgetting that this redhead took on 39 other ladies at Sturgis in a no holds barred mayhem match? I can take care of myself.”
Ariane stood and gave her friend a hug, which eased some of the tension between them. “Besides,” she whispered in Kanako’s ear, “I know that if they do try anything untowards, y’all will be there faster than a hungry stallion heading to meal time.”
Kanako snorted at the silly comparison, but nodded. “Alright. Just…be careful. PTT like to pull tricks and are just as nasty as Rue Ann.”
Ariane pulled away and nodded. “Message received. I’ll be careful. Just let me deal with these two rapscallions and then after we can plan out more of yours and Trixie’s wedding.” The redhead gave Kanako a wink before heading towards the curtain to be introduced for her match.
Kanako watched her go, concern mounting as she heard PTT’s familiar cackling from a room over. “Be careful…Ari…”
The arena was buzzing with excitement for the next match, as the hated tag team of PTT had picked a fight with the popular, yet floundering Ariane Jones. The crowds were rooting for the cowgirl, yet they were also questioning if she had gotten over her head in this match against the team of heels.
“Our next match is set for one fall!”
“ONE FALL!” the crowd roared in response.
“The music in the arena switched gears, swiftly changing to the twange of steel guitars as a country jam swept across the arena. “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began to sound, gaining traction with the audience.
“Thank God I’m a Country Girl” www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1P76BZfgn8
Ariane Jones made her way onto the stage, a mixed reaction from the crowd. Most were on her side, cheering the red-flannel wearing cowgirl as she tipped her hat to the crowd. As always, she appeared in her standard leather cowboy boots, jacket and hat. Her short jean shorts and red flannel were her standard wear for years, and a hit with the crowds.
The redhead nodded to the music, before bouncing forward with a “Yeeeeehaw” as pyro shot off around her. The shout was returned by several in the audience, while others decided on a second cheer that had become popular after her disastrous and humiliating three-second loss to Rue Ann a few months back.
“Three Count Cowgirl,” rang out with a fervor from as many as shouted back her trademark shout.
Thankfully, the Country Cowgirl had learned to ignore the jeers, focusing on the fans around her that were cheering her name, slapping hands as she jogged down to the ring. Nearing the ring she hopped off the pre-positioned trampoline, leaping up over the top rope to the cheer of the crowd. Rolling to her feet, she hopped her way over to the ring ropes near Victoria, climbing onto them to another raucous cheer.
She hard-earned quite the fanbase, especially in her incredibly strong showing against the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt, as the redhead had almost gone from zero to hero in the eyes of the crowd.
Tossing her hat onto the turnbuckle, she bounced from foot to foot, readying herself with a steely glare at the top of the ramp for her opponents to arrive.
“Introducing her opponents, representing the sisters of Phi Theta Tappa and weighing in at a combined weight of--”
The ring announcer stumbled over the words written on his cue card. He audibly groaned into his still-live microphone, and when he spoke again, his usual enthusiasm was replaced by the weary torpor of a man being forced to say something against his will.
“...the amount of manure Ariane Jones takes a bath in each day, they are Allison Addison and Piper Sexton: Phi Theta Tappa!!”
ALLISON ADDISON:
PIPER SEXTON:
I LOVE IT: youtu.be/W50HtcPAeSs
Icona Pop’s “I Love It” pumped through the speakers, and a moment later a pair of young women just barely out of their teenage years stepped through the curtains, one redhead and one blonde. The Orlando crowd recognized them and remembered their past deeds, and the jeers rained from every nook and cranny of the packed FAWN Arena.
This time, the pair were wearing matching cowgirl hats as they appeared onstage while carrying cans of spam, though the cans were re-labeled as “briskcut”.
“Have some disgusting fake meat!” Piper shouted out as she rolled a can of spam down the ramp. Allison laughed and pointed at the now infuriated cowgirl in the ring before tapping her partner on the shoulder. “Oh, I’m gonna pretend to be the cowslut in the ring okay?”
Piper nodded as Allison crossed her eyes and stumbled around at the top of the ramp. “Durrrr….I’m a cow humper duhhhhh.”
Ariane marched forward, though stopped herself at the ropes, gripping them tightly. “Get in here already and fight me!!”
The two sorority sisters laughed, Piper slapping the shoulder of her partner. Allison let out a fake scream. “Oooooh, I’ve been hit! Oh, I’ve lost!!!”
The redhead let herself down slowly onto the top of the ramp to a roar of disapproval from the crowd. “Piper, pin me, I’m Ariane!”
“You’re not Ariane though…” Piper hissed. “You aren’t that stupid.”
Allison rolled her eyes before grabbing her partner and pulling her down atop her, then slapped the ramp three times. “Three Count Cowgirl!”
The referee glared at the two women showboating on the ramp. “PTT, you need to get to the ring so we can begin the match. If you do not get to the ring, you will be disqualified.”
The two sorority sisters rolled their eyes. “Fine, don’t get your pants in a bunch, geez!” They collected themselves from the floor, then paraded down the ring, pointing and laughing at their opponent in the ring, or flipping off the audience who was still jeering them.
The two reached the ring, though halted as they saw the cowgirl glaring down at them. “Hey, zebraface, get her out of the ring already!”
Letting out a sigh, the referee looked to the South Dakotan wrestler, who before they even said a word, had slid out of the ring to allow the other two in. Though her glare never left the pair. That out of the way, the referee is finally able to perform his prematch inspection of the Mean Girls, tuning out their relentless stream of insults. “Alright, Jones, back in the ring!” he called to Ariane, to which she eagerly complied, chomping at the bit to tear into them. “And you two…One of you get out of the ring and stay in your corner!”
They look at him with a look that’s a mix of confusion and irritation. “Wait just a damn minute!” Allison protested, “What kind of shit is this?!”
“This is a handicap match, but you still have to tag in and out.” the zebra explained surprisingly calmly. His answer did not sit well with them at all.
“Bullshit!” Allison retorted with a shriek, her hackles firmly raised, “Cowshit over there said that she could beat the both of us!”
“Yeah!” Piper added and then called over to Ariane, “What’s the matter? Too scared to take us both on at once, like you said you could?!”
“Yeah!” Allison joined in on the taunting, “You were talking some good shit in the cafeteria last month! What, are you too chickenshit to back that up now? Come on, chicken; Make this a Texas Tornado match and show all these people that you’re not scared of us!”
“Unless you are, ya big chicken!” Piper added, and then began flapping her arms like they were chicken wings and going, “BAWK BAWK BAWK!!!”
Now Ariane was absolutely seething as the referee approached her, “Ariane, don’t listen to them,” he cautioned, “They’re just trying to get in your head!”
The Country Cowgirl let out a long drawn out breath before looking at him and smiling, “Don’t worry about it, stripes, it’s okay. Let ‘em both come at me!”
“Are you sure?” he asked, to which Ariane nodded slowly, “You understand you’re playing right into their hands, right?” he tried to caution her, but she only nodded more emphatically. Made clear that Ariane had made up her mind, he sighed and shrugged, “All right, have it your way.” He then leaned out in between the top and middle ropes, motioning for the ring announcer to come over. After explaining things, he came back inside the ring and went to the middle ring as the ring announcer lifted the mic to his lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed by this contest’s official that this match will now be fought under Texas Tornado rules! Meaning, both members of Phi Tappa Tappa will be allowed in the ring at the same time!” The crowd cheered the announcement, while the Mean Girls stood in their corner, arms folded across their chests and grinning smugly.
DING DING DING
The two sorority sisters instantly left their corner like a pair of hellions. Ariane tried to slip to a side to trip them up and give her a chance at taking one down instead of facing both.
Unfortunately, for how annoying and idiotic they acted, the pair were an excellent team together. Allison kept going as Piper halted, forcing Ariane into a tie up in the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Allison bounced off the ropes, slipping behind the cowgirl and grabbing a hold of her neck in a running bulldog. The move yanked the redhead away from Piper, slamming the cowgirl onto her back in the ring.
Before she could even stand, Piper came in with a running senton, slamming her back onto Ariane’s stomach before rolling off. Ariane lurched up, grabbing her stomach in pain. Her eyes opened in time to see a set of knees plowing into her face in a running knee strike.
The crowd was booing loudly as the tag team pair slapped hands atop their opponent. “See!! She really is a jobber!” Allison taunted to the crowd as Piper bent over to grab the fallen cowgirl.
As she pulled Ariane up by her head, Ariane grabbed the back of Piper’s head and dropped to her knees, cracking the blonde’s chin on the top of Ariane’s skull. The cowgirl turned around while her one opponent was stunned and stumbling backwards, only to receive a kick to her stomach from Allison. The heel redhead grabbed a hold of Ariane’s face and jumped backwards and down, hitting the South Dakotan with a sitout facebuster.
Sit out Facebuster: www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8ynBFHk07k
Allison twirled a bit on the mat, raising a middle finger into the air as the crowd booed. Piper was back up at this point, growling and rubbing her jaw. “She hit me!! That wasn’t supposed to happen! Ref, DQ her!”
The referee rolled their eyes, ignoring the complaints from the blonde.
Ariane was groaning as she shook her head, getting up to her knees when Piper connected a soccer kick to her gut. Ariane rolled right under the ropes and out of the mat, stumbling to her feet and holding her stomach with a grimace.
This was not how she was wanting this match to go.
For how many hits she’d already taken in the opening minutes of the match, the Black Hills Beauty was still cognizant of her surroundings. Call it intuition honed over a decade of rodeo riding, but as she began to turn back towards the ring, Ariane felt someone heading right towards her.
She turned to see Allison flying over the top rope. The cowgirl turned wrestler dodged to the side from the high flying move, spinning with an uppercut aimed at the flying redhead.
The punch was slightly off, but still caught Allison in her shoulder, sending the sorority sister off-kilter. She smashed into the mat and then rolled into the barricade, dizzy and out of it momentarily.
Piper, inside the ring, was furious, though after seeing what had just happened to Allison, she was a statue in the ring.
Meanwhile, a now un-dazed Ariane walked over to a groaning Allison, picking her up by her hair.
“My turn now.”
Having a firm grip on her locks, Ariane smashed Allison’s head into the barricade, then a second time for good measure. The sorority sister stumbled from the barricade, bent over as she held her nose, turning around to only receive a knee to the gut. Ariane wrapped her fellow redhead’s arms in her own, then with a scream of rage, hefted her opponent vertical in front of her.
The crowd cheered wildly as she held her vertical for a full ten seconds, before planting her facedown into the floor in a Double Underhook Sitout Facebuster
Double Underhook Sitout Facebuster: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVo4Mm4gOhk
Ariane was grinning as she planted her opponent. Thanks for the move, Victoria. she thought, grateful that the IC champion had held a training session with her just a week prior, all under the glare filled gaze of what’s her name who ended the session early by dragging Victoria physically out of the ring…
…she shook her head. There was still a match going on.
Knowing she couldn’t go for a pin on the outside, she took a quick look around her as she stood.
The blonde was gone…
Where was Piper?
Feeling a bit more nervous at not knowing where her second opponent was, the redhead knew she had to at least take Allison out of the fight before she got double teamed, again. Hauling a nearly completely out of it Allison to her feet, Ariane stuffed her fellow redhead’s head between her thighs, before picking her up and holding her in a powerbomb position.
Allison was at least cognizant enough to scream in terror, managing two punches to Ariane’s head before the Black Hills Beauty ran and launched Allison forward, her back slamming directly into the barricade.
The sorority sister slumped against the barricade, the ref quickly sliding out of the ring to check on her.
“One down…” Ariane said quietly as she turned from the down and out opponent. “One lef-”
KLANG!!!!
Her vision was marred as a steel chair collided directly with her face. Ariane fell backwards ringside like a toppled oak onto a forest floor, as Piper quickly shoved the chair she’d used under the ring apron. The ref turned, only to see a giggling blonde Piper pointing at the groaning South Dakotan.
“What, she was like that when I found her. I think she’s drunk, you should DQ her.”
Without any physical proof of the malfeasance, the zebra could only stare at the blonde who stomped several times onto Ariane’s stomach, before picking her up and rolling her into the ring, only to repeat the stomps within the ropes. Ariane convulsed on the mat with each blow, curling up after the second stomp to try and protect herself. Meanwhile, Allison slowly stirred on the outside, pulling herself up by the ring apron. The earlier wipeout definitely took a bit out of her, but seeing her partner laying boot leather to the bitch that put her down had a way of re-energizing her. “Pipes!” she yelled to Sexton as she rolled into the ring, “Let’s humble this stupid bitch!”
Piper grinned, clearly picking up on Allison’s cue. The blonde rolled Ariane over onto her stomach by way of a swift kick to the ribs. She then mounted the Dakotan’s back, draping her arms over her knees and locking her hands under her chin and pulling back harshly, locking in the dreaded camel clutch!
Ariane screamed out in pain, trying her best to get herself out of the painful hold, when a shadow loomed across her face. She looked up to see a grinning Allison staring down at her.
“Smile, bitch.”
The redhead turned around as Piper yanked harder up on Ariane’s neck, then placed her bountiful backside square onto Ariane’s face, using her as a stool.
The audience erupted into boos as Allison performed her patented “Brownnoser” stinkface in the center of the ring. She flipped off the crowd with both hands, circling her opponent’s face with her cheeks for several long moments.
Far too long for Ariane, who was becoming more breathless by the second. The heel team eventually let her drop to the ground, the redhead sucking in deep breaths of air as she was rolled over, both Piper and Allison laying on top of her to begin the count.
“This was sooooo boooooring!” Piper said with a yawn as the referee went in for the count. “Can we make it a best of two or something?”
“One.!”
Allison rolled her eyes. “Piper…shut up.”
“Two..!”
The two bickering sorority sisters were shocked when right after the second slap of the mat, the redhead beneath them bucked so hard it threw both of them off of her. They looked at her with stunned stares, as the cowgirl slowly tried to get to her hands and knees.
Piper just gawked. “Is she seriously trying to get beat some more? She must be one of those manacurists who like pain.”
“It’s Manocist, Pipes,” Allison responded, getting to her own feet before grabbing a hold of Ariane’s hair. “And only a man can be like that, that's why it’s called a Mano-OOF!”
Her rebuke was cut off by an elbow strike straight to her gut. Piper, now out of her stupor, rushed in to help her partner, only to be greeted by a rising uppercut from an angry looking Ariane.
Piper was nearly knocked clean out, falling against the ropes before bouncing into the corner, facing a now blinking Allison. “Wha..?”
Ariane’s knee connecting into her fellow redhead’s gut cut off any further remarks. The Black Hills Beauty grabbed a hold of Allison’s leotard, and wrapped an arm around her neck, before hoisting her into a delayed vertical suplex. Usually she’d hold an opponent up, but now she wasn’t feeling so generous. She instead slammed Allison down, scooping a leg for a pin.
The referee was there in a flash.
“One!”
Allison kicked out easily, though Ariane didn’t give her a moment’s rest. As she was already over the top of her opponent, she grabbed a hold of the sorority sister’s legs and tied them together. She heard the panic cries from her opponent, before she dragged her forward, then leaned back in a Standing Inverted Texas Cloverleaf she called the “Stalk Breaker”
Stalk Breaker: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wA_uPYXttsA
The referee was again standing by.
“Allison, do you submit?”
She was greeted with a middle finger and several loud shouts of profanity.
Ariane leaned back a little further, twisting Allison’s legs a little more. “Come on, just admit defeat already!”
“MEET MY FEAT!”
Ariane looked to her left, just in time to see the double dropkick from Piper connecting directly into her face. The Dakotan flailed, flopping onto the mat while Allison went flying from the submission hold.
“What the fuck, Pipes! You almost hit me!”
Piper, for her part, was smiling. “I thought it was pretty smart. I made a rhyme.”
Allison just offered a glare. “Pipes, we’re gonna talk after we beat this cowslut down, got it?”
Piper nodded as both advanced on the downed cowgirl, who was busy shaking the birds circling her head. The two sorority sisters each grabbed a leg and dragged the redhead to the center of the ring.
“Make a wish!!”
“Nononono!!!” Ariane waved her hands, horror crossing her face as the two heels dropped backwards, tearing her legs in opposite directions, forcing her into an involuntary splits.
Wishbone: www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwMwehoTihY&t=85s
The whole FAWNatorium broke out into a chorus of cries of sympathy pain, as Ariane’s own cry of pain echoed silently around the arena.
“Think she liked it?” Piper asked with a giggle.
“Probably,” Allison replied. “She’s probably used to doing that for cows and pigs. Come on, get her up!” she barked, to which Piper dutifully complied. “Think you’re better than us, you stupid pigwhore?!” Addison shrieked as she slapped Ariane hard across the face while Piper held her in place with a full nelson. She had just gripped the redhead’s jaw painfully tightly and was about to deliver more verbal abuse when Ariane surprised her by answering her rhetorical question.
“No, ma’am…I don’t think I’m better than y’all…” Allison smirked with smug satisfaction, thinking that they had finally broken the cowgirl. That notion was erased when Ariane looked up at her tormentor, her eyes smoldering with defiant rage, “...I KNOW IT!!!” The crowd cheered, impressed by the Badlands Beauty’s resolve, and energized by the fans’ cheers, she began to muscle her way out of the full nelson, slowly bringing her arms down to break Piper’s grip.
“Oh, no, you DON’T!!” Allison was quick to cut Ariane off by burying a fist deep into her gut, doubling her over as she had actually managed to break the full nelson just before the gut punch. She then forced Ariane upright with a harsh yank of her hair. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you, horsefucker?!” she growled, spittle flying from her lips, “Maybe you’re tougher than we thought, huh?” she let the statement hang in the air for a few moments before continuing, “NAH!! You’re just too damn stupid to know when you’re beat!” She then drives a knee into Ariane’s gut, doubling her over again. This time, the Mean Girl was ready with a headlock for Jones, before driving the point of her forehead straight down into the mat with a DDT! She then quickly covered her and hooked the leg as Piper pressed down on Allison’s back, adding some of her own weight to the pin attempt, “COUNT, CUCK!!!” she ordered shrilly, causing him to jump slightly before leaping down to make the count.
ONE!
Everyone in the arena was shocked that Ariane had again kicked out at one. More than that, she physically threw both of them off of her, sending Piper tumbling through the ropes down to the floor. Were it not for Allison falling back against the ring ropes, it’s likely that she would’ve followed her partner down to the concrete. The fans could practically see the steam coming from Ariane’s ears as she clambered to her feet, marched over to Allison, still dazed and sprawled out across the bottom rope. She hauled her up to her feet roughly by the hair and launched her across the ring. Upon releasing her tormentor, the Dakotan bounced off the nearest strands herself and began dashing towards Addison. As Addison rebounded off the ropes, a charging Ariane was waiting for her with an outstretched arm, turning the sorority girl inside out with a devastating lariat. Understandably not willing to give Allison time to recover, Ariane pulled her back up to her feet almost as soon as she hit the mat. The Badlands Beauty the shoved Addison’s head in between her thighs and quickly flipped her up over her head and took off for the nearest corner, launching Allison into the turnbuckles, wrecking her with a high velocity buckle bomb!
BUCKLE BOMB: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8z-z9WVeYFE
Allison crumpled to the mat upon impact, and Ariane quickly dragged her away from the ropes by her ankles and made the cover, hooking both legs.
ONE!
…
TWO!!
The pin attempt was broken up by a diving Piper Sexton, making the save by driving a double axe handle blow in between Ariane’s shoulder blades, then immediately rolling to the side, prone and face down on the mat as Ariane grunted with the blow and likewise rolled off of Allison. As the referee gave Ariane the bad news, holding up two fingers, she scowled and turned her gaze to the blonde. Slapping the mat in anger and frustration, the enraged Country Cowgirl quickly got to her feet and hoisted a still-recovering Piper up by the back of her PTT-branded leotard, forcing her to her feet on unsteady legs. She then clasped a gloved hand around a terrified Piper’s throat, looking her dead in the eye as she braced her back with her other hand. She then hoisted her up and sent her crashing to the mat with a thunderous chokeslam!
ONE!
TWO!!
The crowd assisted count was interrupted by Allison, breaking up the pin in much the same way that Piper had made the save moments before. As the FAWN Faithful groaned in disappointment, Ariane sat up and looked between the two wiped-out sorority sisters. She was still seething with anger at the multitude of indignities that these two idiots had brought down upon her, but at the same time, clarity had begun to cut through the blind rage.
“Alright,” she said as her breathing began to slow, “I get it now. I know what I have to do.” She then got to her feet and marched over to Addison, who was starting to pull herself up in the nearby corner, “If I’m gonna end this, I gotta drop BOTH of y’all!”
If Allison heard Ariane, she made no indication of it, all of her energy and focus going towards simply getting to her feet. Ever the helpful soul, Ariane pulled her the rest of the way up, then simultaneously spun her around to face her and pulled her out of the corner. For her part, although her expression was weary, her eyes flashed with angry defiance and she spit in the Badlands Beauty’s face to a collective “OOOOOHHHH!!” from the crowd. Ariane simply flicked the spittle off of her face, patted Allison condescendingly on the cheek, then suddenly uncorked a signature move of her friend Kanako Akiyama’s: The spinning backfist that Kanako calls the Uraken!
URAKEN: youtu.be/NYLPSWfx4oI?t=107
While not quite as potent as the original, Ariane’s tribute to her friend was still able to spin Addison around a hundred eighty degrees and collapse into the corner, her face almost comically pressed against the middle turnbuckle. A satisfied smirk crossed the redhead’s lips, but she knew she couldn’t give either of them time to recover, so she quickly lifted Allison up and crotched her on the top turnbuckle with nary a grunt of protest from the Mean Girl. “Now, you stay put, varmit!” she growled as she gave her an open-handed slap across her back, “Don’t make me chase ya, or it’ll just be even worse for ya!”
Message delivered, Ariane turned her attention to Piper, who was just beginning to stir. “Up ya go, there we go!” Jones said sweetly as she pulled Sexton up and bullied her into the ropes, “Time to go for a ride!” With that, she shot Piper across the ring, and on the rebound, Ariane pressed Piper into the air and unleashed her devastating pop-up roundhouse kick that she calls the Cowgirl Kick!
“COUNTRY KICK”: youtu.be/2tjwAEPyn-U?t=158
Piper fell to the mat with a thud, seemingly knocked out before her body hit the canvas. Her work not yet done, Ariane climbed through the ropes and ascended the turnbuckle where she had deposited Allison. “Now it’s your turn, skunk!” Ariane growled as she thrust Addison’s head between her shapely thighs. The crowd began to buzz with anticipation, as they correctly guessed what was coming next. Ariane flipped Allison up over her head and then jumped off of her perch, throwing her cargo down with force across Piper’s prone body, delivering a ring-rattling superbomb! Ariane’s ultimate move…the Barnburner!
BARNBURNER: youtu.be/gr5m9vhs0iE?t=15
Ariane was quick to cover both of her tormentors at once, pressing one hand harshly against Allison’s tummy, and the other pushing on her chin, forcing her head back uncomfortably.
ONE!
…
TWO!!
…
…
THREE!!!
The crowd exploded in cheers as the referee called for the bell and Ariane sat back on her haunches, exhausted at her hard-won victory now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, via pinfall…ARIANE SOPHIE JONES!!!”
Ariane yelped in surprise as she was suddenly tackled by Kanako Akiyama, as she hugged her friend tightly.
“You did it, Ari!” Kanako cheered as she eased up and looked her friend eye to eye, holding both of her hands, “I knew that you would! I’m so proud of you!”
Ariane chuckled wryly as she hugged her friend back. “Thanks Neko. And see? Still in one piece!”
Kanako rolled her eyes, before offering her hand to help her friend up. “From what I see, you’re in two pieces,” she added with a sly grin, pointing towards Ariane’s in ring attire with her other hand.
Again, Ariane guffawed loudly as she was helped up, before giving her another hug. The referee came over, and politely asked for Ariane’s arm. With the referee on one side, and Kanako on the other, both the cowgirl’s arms were raised as the stadium cheered the County Cowgirl’s victory over PTT.
“Hold up, it ain’t over yet…” Ariane said as her arms were dropped. Walking over to the ropes, she hopped down to the floor, before eyeing what she wanted.
…a can of SPAM that PTT had brought down to the ring.
Grinning, she grabbed the can, slid back into the ring and popped the top, before walking towards the two down, and still groaning wrestlers.
“So, y’all think this crud is brisket?” she asked pulling out a giant handful from the tin. “This…isn’t….BRISKET!!”
She dropped the tin, split the handful into two and with each palm filled with the pink meat, stuffed it into Allison’s and Piper’s mouths. The two jerked to life, coughing and spitting the SPAM out onto the mat as Ariane walked away.
Together, Ariane and Kanako made their way out of the ring, walking up the ramp when the jumbotron buzzed to life. Both women looked up, their expressions instantly souring when the face of a smirking Rue Ann is looking into the camera.
RUE ANN MACKENNA:
“Hey there dipshit, did you forget about little ole me?”
The audience immediately raised a loud chorus of boos, a reaction that the hillbilly must have known would have occurred, as she flipped off the camera she was facing.
“Well, I couldn’t forget about you, my darling little sucker. I mean, who could forget the Highlight Reel of your career courtesy of little ole me.”
Several images and short videos of Rue Ann humiliating Ariane back at Christmas appeared on the jumbotron, as well as a soft chorus of ‘three count cowgirl’. The montage ended with the entirety of their match a few months ago, with Rue Ann rolling Ariane up to beat her in a three second long match.
The video faded back to Rue Ann’s face. “Oh, I hope y’all liked that video. Took the video guy forever to make it even after I threatened him. Well, let’s get to the point, shan’t we?”
Rue Ann grabbed the camera and turned it, showing off the parking garage where the FAWN stars parked. The video focused in on a nearby truck…
…Ariane’s truck.
In the arena, Kanako was barely holding back an enraged Ariane. “Don’t fall for her tricks, Ari,” she said seriously, though flashes of anger passed across her features.
Back in the garage, Rue Ann walked up to Ariane’s truck, dragging behind her a baseball bat with several nails in the tip. “So, ya see here ya country whore…I never forgot about you. How you’re a garbage wrestler…”
She swung the bat into the passenger side window, shattering it.
“How y’all are a disgrace to FAWN. Heck, you’re such a tightwad you must be single since nobody could ever pleasure ya.”
With a mighty swing, the passenger side mirror was separated from the vehicle.
“And you’re just a goody two shoes. I hate freaks like you.”
Another swing, this time one that sent the nails into the front and back tires, deflating them with loud hisses.
Rue Ann tossed the bat aside, looking back at the camera as she fumbled with something just out of view.
“So I hope you’ve remembered our deal, Country Cuck. You challenged me to a Bullrope Barn match.” Rue Ann showed a bottle of alcohol to the camera, bit off the cork top and took a long swig from it, before shoving a wet looking rag into the top of it.
Ariane looked horrified. “Oh no…”
Rue Ann looked right pleased with herself. “Consider this the challenge accepted. At FAWNmania…Ariane…consider your un-illustrious career, over.”
Rue Ann took a lighter to the rag, setting it ablaze before tossing the bottle through the broken window of Ariane’s truck. The bottle shattered, sending a plume of flames shooting throughout the truck.
Rue Ann cackled. “See ya at FAWNmania, Jonesy.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to be in your corner tonight, Ari?”
KANAKO AKIYAMA:
ARIANE SOPHIE JONES:
The conversation in the back had been a back and forth for a while. A concerned Kanako Akiyama trying to convince a stubborn Ariane Jones to not face PTT alone.
“I’ll be fine, Neko,” Ariane replied, still refusing the help. “I told ‘em off, and I can face em by myself. I know y’all are worried, but I’ll be fine.”
Kanako leveled a stare at her friend.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Ariane grumbled. “Y’all forgetting that this redhead took on 39 other ladies at Sturgis in a no holds barred mayhem match? I can take care of myself.”
Ariane stood and gave her friend a hug, which eased some of the tension between them. “Besides,” she whispered in Kanako’s ear, “I know that if they do try anything untowards, y’all will be there faster than a hungry stallion heading to meal time.”
Kanako snorted at the silly comparison, but nodded. “Alright. Just…be careful. PTT like to pull tricks and are just as nasty as Rue Ann.”
Ariane pulled away and nodded. “Message received. I’ll be careful. Just let me deal with these two rapscallions and then after we can plan out more of yours and Trixie’s wedding.” The redhead gave Kanako a wink before heading towards the curtain to be introduced for her match.
Kanako watched her go, concern mounting as she heard PTT’s familiar cackling from a room over. “Be careful…Ari…”
The arena was buzzing with excitement for the next match, as the hated tag team of PTT had picked a fight with the popular, yet floundering Ariane Jones. The crowds were rooting for the cowgirl, yet they were also questioning if she had gotten over her head in this match against the team of heels.
“Our next match is set for one fall!”
“ONE FALL!” the crowd roared in response.
“The music in the arena switched gears, swiftly changing to the twange of steel guitars as a country jam swept across the arena. “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began to sound, gaining traction with the audience.
“Thank God I’m a Country Girl” www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1P76BZfgn8
Ariane Jones made her way onto the stage, a mixed reaction from the crowd. Most were on her side, cheering the red-flannel wearing cowgirl as she tipped her hat to the crowd. As always, she appeared in her standard leather cowboy boots, jacket and hat. Her short jean shorts and red flannel were her standard wear for years, and a hit with the crowds.
The redhead nodded to the music, before bouncing forward with a “Yeeeeehaw” as pyro shot off around her. The shout was returned by several in the audience, while others decided on a second cheer that had become popular after her disastrous and humiliating three-second loss to Rue Ann a few months back.
“Three Count Cowgirl,” rang out with a fervor from as many as shouted back her trademark shout.
Thankfully, the Country Cowgirl had learned to ignore the jeers, focusing on the fans around her that were cheering her name, slapping hands as she jogged down to the ring. Nearing the ring she hopped off the pre-positioned trampoline, leaping up over the top rope to the cheer of the crowd. Rolling to her feet, she hopped her way over to the ring ropes near Victoria, climbing onto them to another raucous cheer.
She hard-earned quite the fanbase, especially in her incredibly strong showing against the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt, as the redhead had almost gone from zero to hero in the eyes of the crowd.
Tossing her hat onto the turnbuckle, she bounced from foot to foot, readying herself with a steely glare at the top of the ramp for her opponents to arrive.
“Introducing her opponents, representing the sisters of Phi Theta Tappa and weighing in at a combined weight of--”
The ring announcer stumbled over the words written on his cue card. He audibly groaned into his still-live microphone, and when he spoke again, his usual enthusiasm was replaced by the weary torpor of a man being forced to say something against his will.
“...the amount of manure Ariane Jones takes a bath in each day, they are Allison Addison and Piper Sexton: Phi Theta Tappa!!”
ALLISON ADDISON:
PIPER SEXTON:
I LOVE IT: youtu.be/W50HtcPAeSs
Icona Pop’s “I Love It” pumped through the speakers, and a moment later a pair of young women just barely out of their teenage years stepped through the curtains, one redhead and one blonde. The Orlando crowd recognized them and remembered their past deeds, and the jeers rained from every nook and cranny of the packed FAWN Arena.
This time, the pair were wearing matching cowgirl hats as they appeared onstage while carrying cans of spam, though the cans were re-labeled as “briskcut”.
“Have some disgusting fake meat!” Piper shouted out as she rolled a can of spam down the ramp. Allison laughed and pointed at the now infuriated cowgirl in the ring before tapping her partner on the shoulder. “Oh, I’m gonna pretend to be the cowslut in the ring okay?”
Piper nodded as Allison crossed her eyes and stumbled around at the top of the ramp. “Durrrr….I’m a cow humper duhhhhh.”
Ariane marched forward, though stopped herself at the ropes, gripping them tightly. “Get in here already and fight me!!”
The two sorority sisters laughed, Piper slapping the shoulder of her partner. Allison let out a fake scream. “Oooooh, I’ve been hit! Oh, I’ve lost!!!”
The redhead let herself down slowly onto the top of the ramp to a roar of disapproval from the crowd. “Piper, pin me, I’m Ariane!”
“You’re not Ariane though…” Piper hissed. “You aren’t that stupid.”
Allison rolled her eyes before grabbing her partner and pulling her down atop her, then slapped the ramp three times. “Three Count Cowgirl!”
The referee glared at the two women showboating on the ramp. “PTT, you need to get to the ring so we can begin the match. If you do not get to the ring, you will be disqualified.”
The two sorority sisters rolled their eyes. “Fine, don’t get your pants in a bunch, geez!” They collected themselves from the floor, then paraded down the ring, pointing and laughing at their opponent in the ring, or flipping off the audience who was still jeering them.
The two reached the ring, though halted as they saw the cowgirl glaring down at them. “Hey, zebraface, get her out of the ring already!”
Letting out a sigh, the referee looked to the South Dakotan wrestler, who before they even said a word, had slid out of the ring to allow the other two in. Though her glare never left the pair. That out of the way, the referee is finally able to perform his prematch inspection of the Mean Girls, tuning out their relentless stream of insults. “Alright, Jones, back in the ring!” he called to Ariane, to which she eagerly complied, chomping at the bit to tear into them. “And you two…One of you get out of the ring and stay in your corner!”
They look at him with a look that’s a mix of confusion and irritation. “Wait just a damn minute!” Allison protested, “What kind of shit is this?!”
“This is a handicap match, but you still have to tag in and out.” the zebra explained surprisingly calmly. His answer did not sit well with them at all.
“Bullshit!” Allison retorted with a shriek, her hackles firmly raised, “Cowshit over there said that she could beat the both of us!”
“Yeah!” Piper added and then called over to Ariane, “What’s the matter? Too scared to take us both on at once, like you said you could?!”
“Yeah!” Allison joined in on the taunting, “You were talking some good shit in the cafeteria last month! What, are you too chickenshit to back that up now? Come on, chicken; Make this a Texas Tornado match and show all these people that you’re not scared of us!”
“Unless you are, ya big chicken!” Piper added, and then began flapping her arms like they were chicken wings and going, “BAWK BAWK BAWK!!!”
Now Ariane was absolutely seething as the referee approached her, “Ariane, don’t listen to them,” he cautioned, “They’re just trying to get in your head!”
The Country Cowgirl let out a long drawn out breath before looking at him and smiling, “Don’t worry about it, stripes, it’s okay. Let ‘em both come at me!”
“Are you sure?” he asked, to which Ariane nodded slowly, “You understand you’re playing right into their hands, right?” he tried to caution her, but she only nodded more emphatically. Made clear that Ariane had made up her mind, he sighed and shrugged, “All right, have it your way.” He then leaned out in between the top and middle ropes, motioning for the ring announcer to come over. After explaining things, he came back inside the ring and went to the middle ring as the ring announcer lifted the mic to his lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed by this contest’s official that this match will now be fought under Texas Tornado rules! Meaning, both members of Phi Tappa Tappa will be allowed in the ring at the same time!” The crowd cheered the announcement, while the Mean Girls stood in their corner, arms folded across their chests and grinning smugly.
DING DING DING
The two sorority sisters instantly left their corner like a pair of hellions. Ariane tried to slip to a side to trip them up and give her a chance at taking one down instead of facing both.
Unfortunately, for how annoying and idiotic they acted, the pair were an excellent team together. Allison kept going as Piper halted, forcing Ariane into a tie up in the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Allison bounced off the ropes, slipping behind the cowgirl and grabbing a hold of her neck in a running bulldog. The move yanked the redhead away from Piper, slamming the cowgirl onto her back in the ring.
Before she could even stand, Piper came in with a running senton, slamming her back onto Ariane’s stomach before rolling off. Ariane lurched up, grabbing her stomach in pain. Her eyes opened in time to see a set of knees plowing into her face in a running knee strike.
The crowd was booing loudly as the tag team pair slapped hands atop their opponent. “See!! She really is a jobber!” Allison taunted to the crowd as Piper bent over to grab the fallen cowgirl.
As she pulled Ariane up by her head, Ariane grabbed the back of Piper’s head and dropped to her knees, cracking the blonde’s chin on the top of Ariane’s skull. The cowgirl turned around while her one opponent was stunned and stumbling backwards, only to receive a kick to her stomach from Allison. The heel redhead grabbed a hold of Ariane’s face and jumped backwards and down, hitting the South Dakotan with a sitout facebuster.
Sit out Facebuster: www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8ynBFHk07k
Allison twirled a bit on the mat, raising a middle finger into the air as the crowd booed. Piper was back up at this point, growling and rubbing her jaw. “She hit me!! That wasn’t supposed to happen! Ref, DQ her!”
The referee rolled their eyes, ignoring the complaints from the blonde.
Ariane was groaning as she shook her head, getting up to her knees when Piper connected a soccer kick to her gut. Ariane rolled right under the ropes and out of the mat, stumbling to her feet and holding her stomach with a grimace.
This was not how she was wanting this match to go.
For how many hits she’d already taken in the opening minutes of the match, the Black Hills Beauty was still cognizant of her surroundings. Call it intuition honed over a decade of rodeo riding, but as she began to turn back towards the ring, Ariane felt someone heading right towards her.
She turned to see Allison flying over the top rope. The cowgirl turned wrestler dodged to the side from the high flying move, spinning with an uppercut aimed at the flying redhead.
The punch was slightly off, but still caught Allison in her shoulder, sending the sorority sister off-kilter. She smashed into the mat and then rolled into the barricade, dizzy and out of it momentarily.
Piper, inside the ring, was furious, though after seeing what had just happened to Allison, she was a statue in the ring.
Meanwhile, a now un-dazed Ariane walked over to a groaning Allison, picking her up by her hair.
“My turn now.”
Having a firm grip on her locks, Ariane smashed Allison’s head into the barricade, then a second time for good measure. The sorority sister stumbled from the barricade, bent over as she held her nose, turning around to only receive a knee to the gut. Ariane wrapped her fellow redhead’s arms in her own, then with a scream of rage, hefted her opponent vertical in front of her.
The crowd cheered wildly as she held her vertical for a full ten seconds, before planting her facedown into the floor in a Double Underhook Sitout Facebuster
Double Underhook Sitout Facebuster: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVo4Mm4gOhk
Ariane was grinning as she planted her opponent. Thanks for the move, Victoria. she thought, grateful that the IC champion had held a training session with her just a week prior, all under the glare filled gaze of what’s her name who ended the session early by dragging Victoria physically out of the ring…
…she shook her head. There was still a match going on.
Knowing she couldn’t go for a pin on the outside, she took a quick look around her as she stood.
The blonde was gone…
Where was Piper?
Feeling a bit more nervous at not knowing where her second opponent was, the redhead knew she had to at least take Allison out of the fight before she got double teamed, again. Hauling a nearly completely out of it Allison to her feet, Ariane stuffed her fellow redhead’s head between her thighs, before picking her up and holding her in a powerbomb position.
Allison was at least cognizant enough to scream in terror, managing two punches to Ariane’s head before the Black Hills Beauty ran and launched Allison forward, her back slamming directly into the barricade.
The sorority sister slumped against the barricade, the ref quickly sliding out of the ring to check on her.
“One down…” Ariane said quietly as she turned from the down and out opponent. “One lef-”
KLANG!!!!
Her vision was marred as a steel chair collided directly with her face. Ariane fell backwards ringside like a toppled oak onto a forest floor, as Piper quickly shoved the chair she’d used under the ring apron. The ref turned, only to see a giggling blonde Piper pointing at the groaning South Dakotan.
“What, she was like that when I found her. I think she’s drunk, you should DQ her.”
Without any physical proof of the malfeasance, the zebra could only stare at the blonde who stomped several times onto Ariane’s stomach, before picking her up and rolling her into the ring, only to repeat the stomps within the ropes. Ariane convulsed on the mat with each blow, curling up after the second stomp to try and protect herself. Meanwhile, Allison slowly stirred on the outside, pulling herself up by the ring apron. The earlier wipeout definitely took a bit out of her, but seeing her partner laying boot leather to the bitch that put her down had a way of re-energizing her. “Pipes!” she yelled to Sexton as she rolled into the ring, “Let’s humble this stupid bitch!”
Piper grinned, clearly picking up on Allison’s cue. The blonde rolled Ariane over onto her stomach by way of a swift kick to the ribs. She then mounted the Dakotan’s back, draping her arms over her knees and locking her hands under her chin and pulling back harshly, locking in the dreaded camel clutch!
Ariane screamed out in pain, trying her best to get herself out of the painful hold, when a shadow loomed across her face. She looked up to see a grinning Allison staring down at her.
“Smile, bitch.”
The redhead turned around as Piper yanked harder up on Ariane’s neck, then placed her bountiful backside square onto Ariane’s face, using her as a stool.
The audience erupted into boos as Allison performed her patented “Brownnoser” stinkface in the center of the ring. She flipped off the crowd with both hands, circling her opponent’s face with her cheeks for several long moments.
Far too long for Ariane, who was becoming more breathless by the second. The heel team eventually let her drop to the ground, the redhead sucking in deep breaths of air as she was rolled over, both Piper and Allison laying on top of her to begin the count.
“This was sooooo boooooring!” Piper said with a yawn as the referee went in for the count. “Can we make it a best of two or something?”
“One.!”
Allison rolled her eyes. “Piper…shut up.”
“Two..!”
The two bickering sorority sisters were shocked when right after the second slap of the mat, the redhead beneath them bucked so hard it threw both of them off of her. They looked at her with stunned stares, as the cowgirl slowly tried to get to her hands and knees.
Piper just gawked. “Is she seriously trying to get beat some more? She must be one of those manacurists who like pain.”
“It’s Manocist, Pipes,” Allison responded, getting to her own feet before grabbing a hold of Ariane’s hair. “And only a man can be like that, that's why it’s called a Mano-OOF!”
Her rebuke was cut off by an elbow strike straight to her gut. Piper, now out of her stupor, rushed in to help her partner, only to be greeted by a rising uppercut from an angry looking Ariane.
Piper was nearly knocked clean out, falling against the ropes before bouncing into the corner, facing a now blinking Allison. “Wha..?”
Ariane’s knee connecting into her fellow redhead’s gut cut off any further remarks. The Black Hills Beauty grabbed a hold of Allison’s leotard, and wrapped an arm around her neck, before hoisting her into a delayed vertical suplex. Usually she’d hold an opponent up, but now she wasn’t feeling so generous. She instead slammed Allison down, scooping a leg for a pin.
The referee was there in a flash.
“One!”
Allison kicked out easily, though Ariane didn’t give her a moment’s rest. As she was already over the top of her opponent, she grabbed a hold of the sorority sister’s legs and tied them together. She heard the panic cries from her opponent, before she dragged her forward, then leaned back in a Standing Inverted Texas Cloverleaf she called the “Stalk Breaker”
Stalk Breaker: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wA_uPYXttsA
The referee was again standing by.
“Allison, do you submit?”
She was greeted with a middle finger and several loud shouts of profanity.
Ariane leaned back a little further, twisting Allison’s legs a little more. “Come on, just admit defeat already!”
“MEET MY FEAT!”
Ariane looked to her left, just in time to see the double dropkick from Piper connecting directly into her face. The Dakotan flailed, flopping onto the mat while Allison went flying from the submission hold.
“What the fuck, Pipes! You almost hit me!”
Piper, for her part, was smiling. “I thought it was pretty smart. I made a rhyme.”
Allison just offered a glare. “Pipes, we’re gonna talk after we beat this cowslut down, got it?”
Piper nodded as both advanced on the downed cowgirl, who was busy shaking the birds circling her head. The two sorority sisters each grabbed a leg and dragged the redhead to the center of the ring.
“Make a wish!!”
“Nononono!!!” Ariane waved her hands, horror crossing her face as the two heels dropped backwards, tearing her legs in opposite directions, forcing her into an involuntary splits.
Wishbone: www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwMwehoTihY&t=85s
The whole FAWNatorium broke out into a chorus of cries of sympathy pain, as Ariane’s own cry of pain echoed silently around the arena.
“Think she liked it?” Piper asked with a giggle.
“Probably,” Allison replied. “She’s probably used to doing that for cows and pigs. Come on, get her up!” she barked, to which Piper dutifully complied. “Think you’re better than us, you stupid pigwhore?!” Addison shrieked as she slapped Ariane hard across the face while Piper held her in place with a full nelson. She had just gripped the redhead’s jaw painfully tightly and was about to deliver more verbal abuse when Ariane surprised her by answering her rhetorical question.
“No, ma’am…I don’t think I’m better than y’all…” Allison smirked with smug satisfaction, thinking that they had finally broken the cowgirl. That notion was erased when Ariane looked up at her tormentor, her eyes smoldering with defiant rage, “...I KNOW IT!!!” The crowd cheered, impressed by the Badlands Beauty’s resolve, and energized by the fans’ cheers, she began to muscle her way out of the full nelson, slowly bringing her arms down to break Piper’s grip.
“Oh, no, you DON’T!!” Allison was quick to cut Ariane off by burying a fist deep into her gut, doubling her over as she had actually managed to break the full nelson just before the gut punch. She then forced Ariane upright with a harsh yank of her hair. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you, horsefucker?!” she growled, spittle flying from her lips, “Maybe you’re tougher than we thought, huh?” she let the statement hang in the air for a few moments before continuing, “NAH!! You’re just too damn stupid to know when you’re beat!” She then drives a knee into Ariane’s gut, doubling her over again. This time, the Mean Girl was ready with a headlock for Jones, before driving the point of her forehead straight down into the mat with a DDT! She then quickly covered her and hooked the leg as Piper pressed down on Allison’s back, adding some of her own weight to the pin attempt, “COUNT, CUCK!!!” she ordered shrilly, causing him to jump slightly before leaping down to make the count.
ONE!
Everyone in the arena was shocked that Ariane had again kicked out at one. More than that, she physically threw both of them off of her, sending Piper tumbling through the ropes down to the floor. Were it not for Allison falling back against the ring ropes, it’s likely that she would’ve followed her partner down to the concrete. The fans could practically see the steam coming from Ariane’s ears as she clambered to her feet, marched over to Allison, still dazed and sprawled out across the bottom rope. She hauled her up to her feet roughly by the hair and launched her across the ring. Upon releasing her tormentor, the Dakotan bounced off the nearest strands herself and began dashing towards Addison. As Addison rebounded off the ropes, a charging Ariane was waiting for her with an outstretched arm, turning the sorority girl inside out with a devastating lariat. Understandably not willing to give Allison time to recover, Ariane pulled her back up to her feet almost as soon as she hit the mat. The Badlands Beauty the shoved Addison’s head in between her thighs and quickly flipped her up over her head and took off for the nearest corner, launching Allison into the turnbuckles, wrecking her with a high velocity buckle bomb!
BUCKLE BOMB: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8z-z9WVeYFE
Allison crumpled to the mat upon impact, and Ariane quickly dragged her away from the ropes by her ankles and made the cover, hooking both legs.
ONE!
…
TWO!!
The pin attempt was broken up by a diving Piper Sexton, making the save by driving a double axe handle blow in between Ariane’s shoulder blades, then immediately rolling to the side, prone and face down on the mat as Ariane grunted with the blow and likewise rolled off of Allison. As the referee gave Ariane the bad news, holding up two fingers, she scowled and turned her gaze to the blonde. Slapping the mat in anger and frustration, the enraged Country Cowgirl quickly got to her feet and hoisted a still-recovering Piper up by the back of her PTT-branded leotard, forcing her to her feet on unsteady legs. She then clasped a gloved hand around a terrified Piper’s throat, looking her dead in the eye as she braced her back with her other hand. She then hoisted her up and sent her crashing to the mat with a thunderous chokeslam!
ONE!
TWO!!
The crowd assisted count was interrupted by Allison, breaking up the pin in much the same way that Piper had made the save moments before. As the FAWN Faithful groaned in disappointment, Ariane sat up and looked between the two wiped-out sorority sisters. She was still seething with anger at the multitude of indignities that these two idiots had brought down upon her, but at the same time, clarity had begun to cut through the blind rage.
“Alright,” she said as her breathing began to slow, “I get it now. I know what I have to do.” She then got to her feet and marched over to Addison, who was starting to pull herself up in the nearby corner, “If I’m gonna end this, I gotta drop BOTH of y’all!”
If Allison heard Ariane, she made no indication of it, all of her energy and focus going towards simply getting to her feet. Ever the helpful soul, Ariane pulled her the rest of the way up, then simultaneously spun her around to face her and pulled her out of the corner. For her part, although her expression was weary, her eyes flashed with angry defiance and she spit in the Badlands Beauty’s face to a collective “OOOOOHHHH!!” from the crowd. Ariane simply flicked the spittle off of her face, patted Allison condescendingly on the cheek, then suddenly uncorked a signature move of her friend Kanako Akiyama’s: The spinning backfist that Kanako calls the Uraken!
URAKEN: youtu.be/NYLPSWfx4oI?t=107
While not quite as potent as the original, Ariane’s tribute to her friend was still able to spin Addison around a hundred eighty degrees and collapse into the corner, her face almost comically pressed against the middle turnbuckle. A satisfied smirk crossed the redhead’s lips, but she knew she couldn’t give either of them time to recover, so she quickly lifted Allison up and crotched her on the top turnbuckle with nary a grunt of protest from the Mean Girl. “Now, you stay put, varmit!” she growled as she gave her an open-handed slap across her back, “Don’t make me chase ya, or it’ll just be even worse for ya!”
Message delivered, Ariane turned her attention to Piper, who was just beginning to stir. “Up ya go, there we go!” Jones said sweetly as she pulled Sexton up and bullied her into the ropes, “Time to go for a ride!” With that, she shot Piper across the ring, and on the rebound, Ariane pressed Piper into the air and unleashed her devastating pop-up roundhouse kick that she calls the Cowgirl Kick!
“COUNTRY KICK”: youtu.be/2tjwAEPyn-U?t=158
Piper fell to the mat with a thud, seemingly knocked out before her body hit the canvas. Her work not yet done, Ariane climbed through the ropes and ascended the turnbuckle where she had deposited Allison. “Now it’s your turn, skunk!” Ariane growled as she thrust Addison’s head between her shapely thighs. The crowd began to buzz with anticipation, as they correctly guessed what was coming next. Ariane flipped Allison up over her head and then jumped off of her perch, throwing her cargo down with force across Piper’s prone body, delivering a ring-rattling superbomb! Ariane’s ultimate move…the Barnburner!
BARNBURNER: youtu.be/gr5m9vhs0iE?t=15
Ariane was quick to cover both of her tormentors at once, pressing one hand harshly against Allison’s tummy, and the other pushing on her chin, forcing her head back uncomfortably.
ONE!
…
TWO!!
…
…
THREE!!!
The crowd exploded in cheers as the referee called for the bell and Ariane sat back on her haunches, exhausted at her hard-won victory now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, via pinfall…ARIANE SOPHIE JONES!!!”
Ariane yelped in surprise as she was suddenly tackled by Kanako Akiyama, as she hugged her friend tightly.
“You did it, Ari!” Kanako cheered as she eased up and looked her friend eye to eye, holding both of her hands, “I knew that you would! I’m so proud of you!”
Ariane chuckled wryly as she hugged her friend back. “Thanks Neko. And see? Still in one piece!”
Kanako rolled her eyes, before offering her hand to help her friend up. “From what I see, you’re in two pieces,” she added with a sly grin, pointing towards Ariane’s in ring attire with her other hand.
Again, Ariane guffawed loudly as she was helped up, before giving her another hug. The referee came over, and politely asked for Ariane’s arm. With the referee on one side, and Kanako on the other, both the cowgirl’s arms were raised as the stadium cheered the County Cowgirl’s victory over PTT.
“Hold up, it ain’t over yet…” Ariane said as her arms were dropped. Walking over to the ropes, she hopped down to the floor, before eyeing what she wanted.
…a can of SPAM that PTT had brought down to the ring.
Grinning, she grabbed the can, slid back into the ring and popped the top, before walking towards the two down, and still groaning wrestlers.
“So, y’all think this crud is brisket?” she asked pulling out a giant handful from the tin. “This…isn’t….BRISKET!!”
She dropped the tin, split the handful into two and with each palm filled with the pink meat, stuffed it into Allison’s and Piper’s mouths. The two jerked to life, coughing and spitting the SPAM out onto the mat as Ariane walked away.
Together, Ariane and Kanako made their way out of the ring, walking up the ramp when the jumbotron buzzed to life. Both women looked up, their expressions instantly souring when the face of a smirking Rue Ann is looking into the camera.
RUE ANN MACKENNA:
“Hey there dipshit, did you forget about little ole me?”
The audience immediately raised a loud chorus of boos, a reaction that the hillbilly must have known would have occurred, as she flipped off the camera she was facing.
“Well, I couldn’t forget about you, my darling little sucker. I mean, who could forget the Highlight Reel of your career courtesy of little ole me.”
Several images and short videos of Rue Ann humiliating Ariane back at Christmas appeared on the jumbotron, as well as a soft chorus of ‘three count cowgirl’. The montage ended with the entirety of their match a few months ago, with Rue Ann rolling Ariane up to beat her in a three second long match.
The video faded back to Rue Ann’s face. “Oh, I hope y’all liked that video. Took the video guy forever to make it even after I threatened him. Well, let’s get to the point, shan’t we?”
Rue Ann grabbed the camera and turned it, showing off the parking garage where the FAWN stars parked. The video focused in on a nearby truck…
…Ariane’s truck.
In the arena, Kanako was barely holding back an enraged Ariane. “Don’t fall for her tricks, Ari,” she said seriously, though flashes of anger passed across her features.
Back in the garage, Rue Ann walked up to Ariane’s truck, dragging behind her a baseball bat with several nails in the tip. “So, ya see here ya country whore…I never forgot about you. How you’re a garbage wrestler…”
She swung the bat into the passenger side window, shattering it.
“How y’all are a disgrace to FAWN. Heck, you’re such a tightwad you must be single since nobody could ever pleasure ya.”
With a mighty swing, the passenger side mirror was separated from the vehicle.
“And you’re just a goody two shoes. I hate freaks like you.”
Another swing, this time one that sent the nails into the front and back tires, deflating them with loud hisses.
Rue Ann tossed the bat aside, looking back at the camera as she fumbled with something just out of view.
“So I hope you’ve remembered our deal, Country Cuck. You challenged me to a Bullrope Barn match.” Rue Ann showed a bottle of alcohol to the camera, bit off the cork top and took a long swig from it, before shoving a wet looking rag into the top of it.
Ariane looked horrified. “Oh no…”
Rue Ann looked right pleased with herself. “Consider this the challenge accepted. At FAWNmania…Ariane…consider your un-illustrious career, over.”
Rue Ann took a lighter to the rag, setting it ablaze before tossing the bottle through the broken window of Ariane’s truck. The bottle shattered, sending a plume of flames shooting throughout the truck.
Rue Ann cackled. “See ya at FAWNmania, Jonesy.”