Post by hawkeye on Dec 4, 2022 17:44:31 GMT
The last match had ended a few minutes prior, and the FAWN faithful had made their dashes to concessions and the bathrooms, hurrying back to not miss one minute of in-ring action for Cold November Pain. The lights around the arena lowered, with the spotlights settling on the stage as a clip-clopping of hooves sounded across the arena. After a few seconds, a voice they all had grown to recognize sounded around the arena through the speakers.
“Hey y’all….It’s showtime!”
The music to “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began blaring to the joy of the audience as Ariane Sophie Jones appeared on stage in her full cowgirl ensemble of brown leather hat, gloves and vest. She nodded along to the beat, before belting out a massive “YEEEEHAW” to the crowd, one they gleefully returned. The rancher turned wrestler with a degree in brutality ran down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope before rushing to the opposite ring corner and jumping to the top rope. The redhead looked out over the joy-filled faces before belting out another “YEEEEHAW” to the crowd.
Hearing it shouted back even louder than before gave her the biggest of grins on her freckled face, her green eyes shining with delight as she hopped off the turnbuckle, hopping in place as her music died down.
Normally she would remove her hat and vests at this time, a move which those watching highly enjoyed considering the tied off flannel shirt underneath was rather revealing for the otherwise moralistic maiden, yet her tight denim short shorts gave them quite a view already as she waved to the announcer, and bent over to pick up the microphone he rolled into the ring.
“Hey y’all, been a quick minute since I’ve been in here. How y’all doing?”
The shout from the crowd buoyed her spirits even further.
She chuckled a bit before continuing. “So, what did all y’all think of that barnburner a few months back? Enjoy what you saw?”
Another cheer, even louder than before at the mention of the Bullrope Barnyard match Ariane had against her fellow redhead, Rue Ann MacKenna two months before. It had been brutal, violent, and was a barnburner of a match…as the barn they had fought in had literally burned to the ground as the two moved to fighting outside.
“Glad y’all could enjoy that one,” Ariane continued. “Sorry about not being here to whip some folks in the ring last month. Wasn’t cleared yet by the staff, but I’m here now, and with an announcement for ya’s!”
Grinning, the Black Hills Beauty began slow walking around the ring. “So, Bethany called me into her office after the match…no, I wasn’t in trouble,” Ariane added as a series of “oooooooooooh’s” broke out among the crowd. “I did wind up paying for half the barn damage, but, our good ole’ chairwoman had another request to make of me.”
Ariane fiddled in a pocket of her vest as she spoke. “She said ta me, ‘Ariane, y’all seem to have a bit of a streak of solving problems and makin’ sure things are right as rain ‘round here.”
In the back, in her office, Bethany frowned at the screen. “I do not speak like that.”
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Ariane continued. “I like what I see, and I think we can do something about all them scallywags, rapscallions and varmints that are messing up there here wrestling company. And boy oh boy have I got a plan for ya!”
In her back office, Bethany had her head in her hands, groaning at the poor imitation of her offer. “I’m going to regret this decision…”
The crowd was growing curious as to what this offer might have been as Ariane continued.
“So, without further ado, I’d like y’all to meet yer new Sheriff of FAWN!” Ariane pulled a shiny sheriff’s badge out from her pocket and held it up for the crowd to see. A noteworthy cheer ran up through the audience, albeit short lived while Ariane attacked the badge to her vest, as the crowd had no idea what the role would entail.
“I bet y’all are wondering what that means? Well, it means that this here woman standing in front of all y’all now has the power to break up fights, deal with bullies in the back in whatever way she deems fit might I add…”
The crowd cheered at that part of the announcement. Brawls were always fun to watch and Ariane had quite a few of them already in the back.
“…and I have the powers of any of the security folk here at FAWN do. So if I catch any gal around these here parts making mischief, starting trouble or sounding shenanigans, it will be my duty and pleasure to beat the tar out of ‘em for YOUR pleasure! First person on my list was ole’ Taffy Black, but Kanako confirmed to me that she’s gonna send that girl to hell herself!”
The crowd cheered loudly, making Jones beam a smile towards all of them. She was just about to continue when an ominous blast of music blared across the arena, before the sinister sounding intro of Rammstein’s REISE REISE played over the loudspeakers. Scenees of Russia during the Cold War appeared on the jumbotron, as a woman not seen in FAWN in almost ten years appeared at the top of the ramp, holding a nearly comatose looking Maiden America over her left shoulder.
Natalya Konstantinova –
Maiden America –
The Murmansk Mauler, Natalya Konstantinova, who left FAWN with a undefeated record for a wrestling career in Russia, had returned. The towering Russian was wearing a bright red asymmetrical wrestling singlet, her left shoulder left bare and right leg missing. Gold trim ran down her sides and CCCP was spelled out in golden lettering across her bosom. Her bright red hair was tied back in a braided ponytail.
All in all, an impressive figure and one who was feared the last time she had been in FAWN.
The crowd saw their beloved Maiden hanging limp over the massive Russian wrestler’s shoulder, though, and immediately began a chorus of boo’s.
Natalya soaked it all in as she raised a microphone to her lips. “You tupoy Amerikantsy slobber all you want. I fear none of you losers.”
The Pravda Powerhouse slid the semi-unconscious Maiden off her shoulder, flipped her easily around into a powerbomb position before raising her high above her head. Natalya held the starting to squirm hero above her head as Ariane rushed to the ropes.
“Y’all put her down this instant!” Ariane shouted into her microphone, grabbing the ropes and leaning against them. “Ya hear me!!”
“Suits me fine,” the Russian replied, and with a bellowing war cry, she slammed Maiden America down onto the wooden floors hard enough to have the blonde’s body crack the floorboards, leaving her knocked out in a crater of wood and flesh on the stage.
“YOU!!!!”
Ariane was over the ropes in a flash, running up the ramp as Natalya rushed down to meet her. The Russian tried to lead with a clothesline that would have ripped the cowgirl’s head clean off, had Ariane not speared Natalya in half first.
The two brawled on the ramp, fists and elbows pumping into each other’s faces as they began slowly rolling down the ramp towards the ring while medics rushed onto the stage to attend to Maiden America. The poor All American was limp as a wet rag as they carefully placed her into a gurney.
Meanwhile, the pair of brawling women had finally reached the ring apron, with a furious looking Natalya on top of the new Sheriff of FAWN, raining down stiff elbows that were bouncing Ariane’s head off the lightly matted floor. The Muscavite Mauler finally felt her fellow redhead had enough when she yanked up the Country Cowgirl by her head before tossing her into the ring.
“Ring ze bell!” Natalya bellowed, looking at a somewhat terrified announcer, before she hopped onto the apron. The second her feet landed in the ring as she stepped over the top rope, the bell sounded, and the Red Warrior was met with a double dropkick to her chest from the South Dakotan.
Usually, such a blow would be enough to knock her opponents clear across the ring, but Konstantinova just barely stumbled back into the ropes while Ariane began to clammer back to her feet. Her rise was greeted by a knee to the face by the rebounding Red Terror, sending Ariane rolling across the ring.
Natalya cracked her neck as she stared across at her opponent. “Dis vill be easier than breaking steel sheets back in Moscow.”
Ariane grinned. “Ya think so?”
Natalya stormed across the ring like a raging bear, trying another clothesline only for Ariane to slide neck to her, kicking her legs out from under her. The larger woman stumbled to her knees, allowing the Black Hills Beauty to sneak around behind her, lock her hands around her chin and pull back as she straddled the taller woman. The modified chinlock was working well, as Ariane added wrenching movements that would halt the Russian’s attempts at prying her arms apart.
So Natalya did something else, she rose to her feet and mule kicked behind her.
The kick caught the redheaded firebrand straight in the gut, knocking her to her knees as she sucked in deep breaths of air.
“Is that all you got? A chinlock?” Natalya taunted as she yanked Ariane up by her hair, before throwing her across the room. Jones screamed out in agony, clutching her abused locks upon landing in the center of the ring. She barely had time to cope with the pain before she was once again picked up by the hair and tossed back across the ring.
Strands of red were left in Natalya’s clutches. The Murmansk Monster let them drift lazily to the mat as she raised her hands to the ceiling, the crowd booing her immensely at the show of disrespect.
“Time to claim my second victim tonight…” she murmured, marching over to Ariane, who was starting to rise to her feet. A boot to the forehead laid her out once more, leaving only stars in her vision. Grabbing the downed redhead by her legs, Natalya quickly pulled her up in an incredible show of strength, getting her into a powerbomb position.
Those who remembered Natalya from a decade earlier, knew what was in store, and were waiting in terror at what was coming to the new ‘Sheriff of FAWN’.
“Tsar Bomba” - (Running Buckle Bomb)
youtu.be/2s2MEHQKqkk?t=252
Constantinova backed up to the corner, readying herself for a running start. She took a few steps…
…and was jerked straight back, finding herself falling to the ground with Ariane positioned over her.
The cowgirl, taking advantage of the runup to the move, had grabbed the ropes and held on like she was riding a bull. As the raging Russian charged, Ariane’s grip held firm, yanking the larger woman back, with Ariane’s full weight crashing down onto her.
Jones followed up with sending forearm after forearm into the Murmansk Mauler’s face, giving her a taste of revenge for earlier.
The crowd was cheering fanatically as Ariane finished with her Elbows from El Paso, climbed off, and rushed to the opposite corner, gripping the top ropes as she held herself in a racing position. To her credit, Natalya was quicker than most to recover, pulling herself up into the corner. A move she would undoubtedly have foregone if she knew what was coming.
Ariane motioned to the crowd with one arm, twirling her wrist like she was about to lasso a heifer, before blasting out of the corner at full speed. Natalya saw the speeding Black Hills Beauty racing towards her and shot up a foot to catch her in the gut and braced for impact. To her shock, at the last second, the cowgirl twisted, moving just far enough around the raised boot to slam her glamorous glutes into the face of the Murmansk Mauler.
“Rodeo Roundup”
youtu.be/S4khOa30Ja4?t=503
The blow rocked the Russian, who’s head slammed back into the second turnbuckle. A few seconds of seeing stars and her vision cleared, only for her to see a second hip attack slam into her face. Cheers were roaring throughout the stadium as Ariane rushed back across the ring, signaling once more with her wrist, letting out a “Yeeehaw!”.
The thousands filling the arena returned it gleefully while Ariane rushed forward.
Only this time, Natalya was ready. Knowing what was coming, the Russian ducked to the side, bracing to feel her opponent slam into the hard metal behind the turnbuckles.
But no shaking of the ropes occurred.
Natalya opened her eyes, shocked to see nobody stuck in the between the ropes. Nobody even in the ring.
The blasted redhead had vanished.
“Vere is she?”
“Up here darling!”
Natalya looked up, to see Ariane smiling down at her, perfectly vertical holding onto the top ropes.
And what goes up, must come down…as the Country Cowgirl dropped back down in her famous Country Ride.
“Country Ride” - (Pendulum Bronco Buster)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOsvobY1y5o
And Ariane, knowing the crowd, and having a feel for her opponent’s power, added a few extra buster’s to her broncoing.
After five or so slams against Natalya’s gargantuan gals, Ariane hopped away, letting Natalya lean forward, clutching her chest in pain. Hoping it would be enough of a distraction, the South Dakotan native dove atop her opponent in a rushed pin.
“...On-KICKOUT!!”
Not even a one count.
Rolling away from the pin attempt, the newly minted Sheriff of FAWN was thinking of her next move, when a yank from behind knocked her onto the mat.
“You think that would put me down, brat?”
“I was hoping,” came the half snarky, half concerned reply.
Natalya didn’t release her grip on the cowgirl’s leg, and as she rose, showed off that her strength hadn’t dimmed in the decade she’d been in Russia dominating the wrestlers there. A grunt from her and she began to spin, first dragging Ariane across the mat before the cowgirl went airborne. She couldn’t stop the scream from her lips when she was released, shouting straight in between the ropes and towards the ramp, landing a good five feet past the ring.
“Russian Revolution”
youtu.be/HbYFuMnjk28?t=803
The cowgirl rolled head over heels, stopping with her butt in the air, folded almost in half, landing next to her abandoned hat from the scuffle earlier.
Natalya followed her now pilot-certified flier out of the ring, walking right over the top rope before dropping to the mat. “You did more in zis ring than the last five weaklings,” she mocked as she reached the rolled up redhead. Grinning, she jumped up, then stomped down in between the stems of her opponent.
The pain instantly woke up the dizzy cowgirl, who belted out a scream of pure agony before rolling up into a ball. Chuckling at her opponent’s pain, Natalya paused, spying the cowgirl hat laying discarded on the ramp.
She grabbed the hat, and twirled it in her hand. A quick pause, then gripping it with both hands, she laughed aloud. “This will be you in a minute.”
And with a grunt of exertion, ripped the leather hat in half.
The crowd booed violently at the act, one person in the crowd even throwing their soda at the violence loving Russian. The drink hit her in the side of the head, coating her in what must have been beer.
Natalya licked her lips, then spat out the liquid into Ariane’s face. “Even your beer is crap. Your wrestlers are garbage. You Amerikan’s can’t make anything good.”
Hauling up a near-sobbing Ariane up, once again by her hair, Natalya led the hobbling cowgirl back to the ring, laying her back against the apron.
“SCHWWAAAAATTTT!!!!”
A vicious sounding chop slammed against the cowgirl’s girls, gaining a solid groan from everyone in the audience.
“SCHWWAAAAATTTT!!!”
A second followed.
Natalya was about to lay down a third, when she realized something about her opponent.
First…that her slaps had woken Ariane up completely from her haze.
Second…she was livid.
The third slap was blocked, and an angered Ariane slammed a right hook HARD into her opponent’s jaw.
The Russian’s head whipped to the side, but she barely budged otherwise. A few seconds of rubbing her cheek was followed by a chuckle. “Even your punches suck.”
A left hook greeted her, this time causing her to slightly stumble somewhat.
“EIGHT!!!”
Ariane looked behind her to see the referee holding up eight fingers.
“Bring it into the ring you two!”
Ariane quickly obliged the zebra’s demand, hopping onto the apron and rolling into the ring. Natalya was soon to follow as she heard the count of “Nine” shouted out from the ring.
…and within a split second was greeted by a spinning side kick to the face.
The blow floored the Russian, but only for a moment, as she slammed the mat with one fist. She got to one knee, only to feel a set of arms around her neck yanking backwards. Already slightly off-centered, she fell backwards onto something soft, then a feeling of pressure wrapping around her waist.
“What…? GAHHH”
Ariane had slipped behind the Russian and locked her into a sleeper hold, before wrapping her legs around her opponent’s waist and locking them in tight.
The cowgirl was known in the rodeo circuits for her powerful glutes and thighs, at one point accepting a bet she couldn’t crush a watermelon between her thighs.
A few moments later, a sticky, messy, watermelon juice covered cowgirl accepted the $100 from a shocked cowboy.
Those thighs were now locked in around Natalya’s center and squeezing hard, while her arms that held down steers were locked in tight around her opponent’s neck. Natalya hadn’t felt such pressure from an opponent for a long time…
…but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
She made to grab Ariane’s arms to yank them apart, when the cowgirl shook the Russian violently from her perch under her, all the while yanking back harder on Natalya’s neck.
“Gaaaah!”
Once again Natalya tried to make a grab, only to be again shaken, and stirred, by her redheaded opponent. Being used to woman-handling her opponents in Russia with her brute force, Natalya wasn’t used to the submission game.
And that was biting her in the butt hard as the cowgirl throttled her from behind.
A few elbows broke through, crashing into the cowgirl’s face, and a few good ones nearly broke the hold. Yet each time Ariane dug in tighter, grit her teeth and rode out the pain just like in her rodeo days.
The referee slid in next to the two women. “Natalya, do you sub-”
A hard backhand smashed into the referee’s face.
“IDIOT…QUESTION!!” Natalya gasped, then groaned as Ariane tightened her core and latched her legs tighter around the Russian’s torso. “I’m…pinning HER!”
And indeed, with Ariane stuck underneath the flailing fighter, both of her shoulders were caught on the mat. Fortunately for the cowgirl, the Russian’s attack on the referee, and her yelling, gave Ariane the time to lift one shoulder off the mat at a time, rocking back and forth to prevent a defensive pin.
The audience was in a frenzy at this point as the elbows came slower, yet they were dealing significant damage to the plucky American.
It became a battle of attrition.
Who would give first…Natalya in the crushing sleeper? Or Ariane’s face from repeated elbows.
The referee shook off the daze from the vicious backhand and moved forward again, this time out of reach of Natalya’s swinging arms. She stayed silent, watching, and waiting.
Ariane tightened one last time.
Natalya sent a final elbow into Ariane’s now bruised and busted face.
A set of eyes rolled back into the back of a redhead’s face…
The referee called the match, the bell ringing as the audience roared.
Ariane released her sleeper hold, barely able to roll the now unconscious Natalya off of her while resting on her elbow and side. It took her a moment to get her breath back, before a grin broke through on her face.
“You’re winner of the match via knock out…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
Ariane got to her feet, stumbling slightly before raising her hands in victory. She called for a microphone, one that was given to her as quick as a bull ride lasts. Giving herself a minute, she waved her hand to calm the crowd down before speaking.
“And THAT is why I’m all y’alls Sheriff of FAWN! NOBODY, and I say NOBODY is gonna get away with any rapscallion behavior while I’m around!” She heard a loud cheer, followed by a large amount of commotion, but couldn’t make out what was being said. “ So from here on out, y’all got a new Sheriff who will take down all varmints, including this here scoun…drel…”
Ariane turned around and went to point towards Natalya on the ground, but halted, her finger pointing now towards the knees of a furious looking Natalya, standing upright and livid.
“Well dang, girl,” Ariane said, dropping the microphone to the ground as she took a step back. “Y’all got more spunk than mustang on a bad day.”
Natalya just stood there…
…angry.
…silent.
She took a step forward towards the cowgirl.
Ariane did as well, launching her patented Cowgirl Kick straight into the face of the oncoming Murmansk Mauler.
A loud crack of her boot echoed around the arena, with Natalya’s face snapping back as her body whipped backwards as well.
But that was it.
Ariane went back to her regular stance, staring in awe at the giant woman standing, half-rearing back…
…before she began leaning forward back to her upright, normal - angry and livid - position.
So Ariane sent a second Cowgirl Kick straight into the angry Russian’s face to the same effect. She was rocked, but not rolled.
By now, the audience was becoming hushed, with even Ariane shocked at what had happened. She’d seen a person withstand one cowgirl kick, but never two and be still standing.
“What…what kind of food do y’all be gettin’ over yonder?” she asked as Natalya was again glaring at her.
“...”
“...Weak Amerikans.”
Ariane could only blink before Natalya launched a full powered Pump Kick straight into the cowgirl’s face.
“Pump Kick”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM8Gox8y97w
A kick filled with all the pumped-up anger built from her first loss to anyone in the ring.
The kick snapped Ariane’s neck and head back faster than a speeding bullet, as the kick more powerful than a locomotive shot her into the air, not nearly as high as a tall building, but reaching impressive height as as she was flipped a full 360, landing near comatose on her face. The audience reeled back in pain as the Sheriff of FAWN lay spread-bald-eagled in the middle of the ring.
A few seconds after, Natalya flopped onto the mat herself, a delayed reaction to the double cowgirl kicks from the Black Hills Beauty.
The two brawling beauties lay comatose in the ring, the audience, announcer and referee unsure of what to do as it was after the match was over. The answer soon came as Constantinova groaned, then sat up straight. Her eyes wandered over to Ariane, who was still prone on the mat.
The Murmansk Mauler was about to earn her nickname.
Not finished with her work and angered by being knocked down as well as knocked out, Natalya stood up, walked over, then scraped Jones’ flaccid body off the mat, flipping her around into a powerbomb position in her arms. Natalya slammed Ariane down onto the mat with a thunderous powerbomb that shook the entire ring.
Yet it wasn’t the end of Ariane’s rodeo.
Natalya repeated the powerbomb again.
…and again.
…and again.
By the fourth time the crowd was openly booing the powerful Russian.
At the fifth time Natalya hauled up a limp, tenderized-as-a-country-fried-steak, Jones, the entire arena was in an uproar, thoroughly denouncing the brutal overkill on the Country Cowgirl.
The final powerbomb laid the Black Hills Beauty out, bouncing off the mat before laying in a brutalized heap.
“Now to show all you Amerikans vat happens to ANYONE who opposes me!”
The older FAWNatics knew what was coming, seeing it done to all of Natalya’s last opponents.
Natalya picked a pen from a pocket, then leaned down over Ariane…
…only to receive a shotgun kick the face from two white, steel-toned boots.
A huge roar lit up the arena as Natalya was rocked off her feet, finding herself rolling out of the ring as a heavy-breathing Victoria Hackenschmidt stood in the center of the ring like a heroic valkyrie.
“You okay Ariane?”
A groggy Ariane, still laying on the mat, gave the German a nod and a weak thumbs up.
Natalya pulled herself up, leaning against the apron, a rabid look in her eyes.
“Who are YOU!”
“SHE…”
Everyone looked up the ramp to see a scowling Bethany Christian standing there, regal, profession…
…and sporting a grin like a Cheshire cat.
“...is the Intercontinental champion of FAWN, and your next opponent, Natalya.”
Natalya looked from Bethany, to Victoria, back to Bethany, to a slowly-climbing-up-the-ropes Ariane…
“Why not know then? She looks veak.”
Natalya hopped onto the apron, ignoring the cries of Bethany telling her to stop and took a step over the ropes…
…only to receive another cowgirl kick from a groggy, but still-enough-left-in-the-tank Jones. The Russian was left straddling the rope painfully as one leg buckled. Victoria looked over at Jones, who was looking pretty tired. “May I try?”
Ariane waved her hand towards Natalya. “Have at her.”
Victoria nodded, then leveled her own version of the cowgirl kick into Natalya’s chin. The kick again rocked the Muscovite, led the audience into a cheer, and had Bethany dropping the microphone.
“How was that?”
Ariane hmmed. “Almost. Get a bit more of a punt into it. Like this.”
The Country Cowgirl leveled a tired-looking, but still strong-like-an-ox, Cowgirl Kick into her former opponent’s face, this time catching her on her cheek.
To her credit, Natalya managed to still stay rocking on the top rope, bobbing back and forth like a buoy on the ocean.
Victoria nodded. “So more like this?”
Another kick.
“Much better Vic! Again, a little more oomph, like this.”
Jones rocketed another kick to the Rockin’ Russian’s chin.
…one quickly followed by Victoria again.
The two took turns blasting kicks back and forth between them, much to the enjoyment of the audience watching. The two quickly found a pattern to their rotation, treating the red army wrestler to a kick dance that the Rockettes would envy. Taking a slight pause, the two friends looked at each other before timing a final pair of kicks for the same time. The two boots smacked both sides of Constantinova’s face at the same time, finally knocking her off the rope and back onto the floor mats.
Bethany looked content with the display from the top of the ramp, as a flustered looking Natalya was left shaking her head on the floor. She still apparently had some fight in her. The owner of FAWN waved towards the back, several security guards appearing and running down the ramp towards a rising, and furious, Natalya. The security members quickly surrounded her, forcing her up the ramp as she tried to fight against them while Victoria called for a microphone.
Once she had it in her hand, Victoria pointed towards Natalya who had finally been escorted to the top of the ramp. “Ms Constantinova. Ms Christian…in regards to what you said about Ms Constantinova being my next opponent…”
The arena went quiet, awaiting her answer.
Victoria was quick to give them it. “I accept!”
“Hey y’all….It’s showtime!”
The music to “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began blaring to the joy of the audience as Ariane Sophie Jones appeared on stage in her full cowgirl ensemble of brown leather hat, gloves and vest. She nodded along to the beat, before belting out a massive “YEEEEHAW” to the crowd, one they gleefully returned. The rancher turned wrestler with a degree in brutality ran down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope before rushing to the opposite ring corner and jumping to the top rope. The redhead looked out over the joy-filled faces before belting out another “YEEEEHAW” to the crowd.
Hearing it shouted back even louder than before gave her the biggest of grins on her freckled face, her green eyes shining with delight as she hopped off the turnbuckle, hopping in place as her music died down.
Normally she would remove her hat and vests at this time, a move which those watching highly enjoyed considering the tied off flannel shirt underneath was rather revealing for the otherwise moralistic maiden, yet her tight denim short shorts gave them quite a view already as she waved to the announcer, and bent over to pick up the microphone he rolled into the ring.
“Hey y’all, been a quick minute since I’ve been in here. How y’all doing?”
The shout from the crowd buoyed her spirits even further.
She chuckled a bit before continuing. “So, what did all y’all think of that barnburner a few months back? Enjoy what you saw?”
Another cheer, even louder than before at the mention of the Bullrope Barnyard match Ariane had against her fellow redhead, Rue Ann MacKenna two months before. It had been brutal, violent, and was a barnburner of a match…as the barn they had fought in had literally burned to the ground as the two moved to fighting outside.
“Glad y’all could enjoy that one,” Ariane continued. “Sorry about not being here to whip some folks in the ring last month. Wasn’t cleared yet by the staff, but I’m here now, and with an announcement for ya’s!”
Grinning, the Black Hills Beauty began slow walking around the ring. “So, Bethany called me into her office after the match…no, I wasn’t in trouble,” Ariane added as a series of “oooooooooooh’s” broke out among the crowd. “I did wind up paying for half the barn damage, but, our good ole’ chairwoman had another request to make of me.”
Ariane fiddled in a pocket of her vest as she spoke. “She said ta me, ‘Ariane, y’all seem to have a bit of a streak of solving problems and makin’ sure things are right as rain ‘round here.”
In the back, in her office, Bethany frowned at the screen. “I do not speak like that.”
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Ariane continued. “I like what I see, and I think we can do something about all them scallywags, rapscallions and varmints that are messing up there here wrestling company. And boy oh boy have I got a plan for ya!”
In her back office, Bethany had her head in her hands, groaning at the poor imitation of her offer. “I’m going to regret this decision…”
The crowd was growing curious as to what this offer might have been as Ariane continued.
“So, without further ado, I’d like y’all to meet yer new Sheriff of FAWN!” Ariane pulled a shiny sheriff’s badge out from her pocket and held it up for the crowd to see. A noteworthy cheer ran up through the audience, albeit short lived while Ariane attacked the badge to her vest, as the crowd had no idea what the role would entail.
“I bet y’all are wondering what that means? Well, it means that this here woman standing in front of all y’all now has the power to break up fights, deal with bullies in the back in whatever way she deems fit might I add…”
The crowd cheered at that part of the announcement. Brawls were always fun to watch and Ariane had quite a few of them already in the back.
“…and I have the powers of any of the security folk here at FAWN do. So if I catch any gal around these here parts making mischief, starting trouble or sounding shenanigans, it will be my duty and pleasure to beat the tar out of ‘em for YOUR pleasure! First person on my list was ole’ Taffy Black, but Kanako confirmed to me that she’s gonna send that girl to hell herself!”
The crowd cheered loudly, making Jones beam a smile towards all of them. She was just about to continue when an ominous blast of music blared across the arena, before the sinister sounding intro of Rammstein’s REISE REISE played over the loudspeakers. Scenees of Russia during the Cold War appeared on the jumbotron, as a woman not seen in FAWN in almost ten years appeared at the top of the ramp, holding a nearly comatose looking Maiden America over her left shoulder.
Natalya Konstantinova –
Maiden America –
The Murmansk Mauler, Natalya Konstantinova, who left FAWN with a undefeated record for a wrestling career in Russia, had returned. The towering Russian was wearing a bright red asymmetrical wrestling singlet, her left shoulder left bare and right leg missing. Gold trim ran down her sides and CCCP was spelled out in golden lettering across her bosom. Her bright red hair was tied back in a braided ponytail.
All in all, an impressive figure and one who was feared the last time she had been in FAWN.
The crowd saw their beloved Maiden hanging limp over the massive Russian wrestler’s shoulder, though, and immediately began a chorus of boo’s.
Natalya soaked it all in as she raised a microphone to her lips. “You tupoy Amerikantsy slobber all you want. I fear none of you losers.”
The Pravda Powerhouse slid the semi-unconscious Maiden off her shoulder, flipped her easily around into a powerbomb position before raising her high above her head. Natalya held the starting to squirm hero above her head as Ariane rushed to the ropes.
“Y’all put her down this instant!” Ariane shouted into her microphone, grabbing the ropes and leaning against them. “Ya hear me!!”
“Suits me fine,” the Russian replied, and with a bellowing war cry, she slammed Maiden America down onto the wooden floors hard enough to have the blonde’s body crack the floorboards, leaving her knocked out in a crater of wood and flesh on the stage.
“YOU!!!!”
Ariane was over the ropes in a flash, running up the ramp as Natalya rushed down to meet her. The Russian tried to lead with a clothesline that would have ripped the cowgirl’s head clean off, had Ariane not speared Natalya in half first.
The two brawled on the ramp, fists and elbows pumping into each other’s faces as they began slowly rolling down the ramp towards the ring while medics rushed onto the stage to attend to Maiden America. The poor All American was limp as a wet rag as they carefully placed her into a gurney.
Meanwhile, the pair of brawling women had finally reached the ring apron, with a furious looking Natalya on top of the new Sheriff of FAWN, raining down stiff elbows that were bouncing Ariane’s head off the lightly matted floor. The Muscavite Mauler finally felt her fellow redhead had enough when she yanked up the Country Cowgirl by her head before tossing her into the ring.
“Ring ze bell!” Natalya bellowed, looking at a somewhat terrified announcer, before she hopped onto the apron. The second her feet landed in the ring as she stepped over the top rope, the bell sounded, and the Red Warrior was met with a double dropkick to her chest from the South Dakotan.
Usually, such a blow would be enough to knock her opponents clear across the ring, but Konstantinova just barely stumbled back into the ropes while Ariane began to clammer back to her feet. Her rise was greeted by a knee to the face by the rebounding Red Terror, sending Ariane rolling across the ring.
Natalya cracked her neck as she stared across at her opponent. “Dis vill be easier than breaking steel sheets back in Moscow.”
Ariane grinned. “Ya think so?”
Natalya stormed across the ring like a raging bear, trying another clothesline only for Ariane to slide neck to her, kicking her legs out from under her. The larger woman stumbled to her knees, allowing the Black Hills Beauty to sneak around behind her, lock her hands around her chin and pull back as she straddled the taller woman. The modified chinlock was working well, as Ariane added wrenching movements that would halt the Russian’s attempts at prying her arms apart.
So Natalya did something else, she rose to her feet and mule kicked behind her.
The kick caught the redheaded firebrand straight in the gut, knocking her to her knees as she sucked in deep breaths of air.
“Is that all you got? A chinlock?” Natalya taunted as she yanked Ariane up by her hair, before throwing her across the room. Jones screamed out in agony, clutching her abused locks upon landing in the center of the ring. She barely had time to cope with the pain before she was once again picked up by the hair and tossed back across the ring.
Strands of red were left in Natalya’s clutches. The Murmansk Monster let them drift lazily to the mat as she raised her hands to the ceiling, the crowd booing her immensely at the show of disrespect.
“Time to claim my second victim tonight…” she murmured, marching over to Ariane, who was starting to rise to her feet. A boot to the forehead laid her out once more, leaving only stars in her vision. Grabbing the downed redhead by her legs, Natalya quickly pulled her up in an incredible show of strength, getting her into a powerbomb position.
Those who remembered Natalya from a decade earlier, knew what was in store, and were waiting in terror at what was coming to the new ‘Sheriff of FAWN’.
“Tsar Bomba” - (Running Buckle Bomb)
youtu.be/2s2MEHQKqkk?t=252
Constantinova backed up to the corner, readying herself for a running start. She took a few steps…
…and was jerked straight back, finding herself falling to the ground with Ariane positioned over her.
The cowgirl, taking advantage of the runup to the move, had grabbed the ropes and held on like she was riding a bull. As the raging Russian charged, Ariane’s grip held firm, yanking the larger woman back, with Ariane’s full weight crashing down onto her.
Jones followed up with sending forearm after forearm into the Murmansk Mauler’s face, giving her a taste of revenge for earlier.
The crowd was cheering fanatically as Ariane finished with her Elbows from El Paso, climbed off, and rushed to the opposite corner, gripping the top ropes as she held herself in a racing position. To her credit, Natalya was quicker than most to recover, pulling herself up into the corner. A move she would undoubtedly have foregone if she knew what was coming.
Ariane motioned to the crowd with one arm, twirling her wrist like she was about to lasso a heifer, before blasting out of the corner at full speed. Natalya saw the speeding Black Hills Beauty racing towards her and shot up a foot to catch her in the gut and braced for impact. To her shock, at the last second, the cowgirl twisted, moving just far enough around the raised boot to slam her glamorous glutes into the face of the Murmansk Mauler.
“Rodeo Roundup”
youtu.be/S4khOa30Ja4?t=503
The blow rocked the Russian, who’s head slammed back into the second turnbuckle. A few seconds of seeing stars and her vision cleared, only for her to see a second hip attack slam into her face. Cheers were roaring throughout the stadium as Ariane rushed back across the ring, signaling once more with her wrist, letting out a “Yeeehaw!”.
The thousands filling the arena returned it gleefully while Ariane rushed forward.
Only this time, Natalya was ready. Knowing what was coming, the Russian ducked to the side, bracing to feel her opponent slam into the hard metal behind the turnbuckles.
But no shaking of the ropes occurred.
Natalya opened her eyes, shocked to see nobody stuck in the between the ropes. Nobody even in the ring.
The blasted redhead had vanished.
“Vere is she?”
“Up here darling!”
Natalya looked up, to see Ariane smiling down at her, perfectly vertical holding onto the top ropes.
And what goes up, must come down…as the Country Cowgirl dropped back down in her famous Country Ride.
“Country Ride” - (Pendulum Bronco Buster)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOsvobY1y5o
And Ariane, knowing the crowd, and having a feel for her opponent’s power, added a few extra buster’s to her broncoing.
After five or so slams against Natalya’s gargantuan gals, Ariane hopped away, letting Natalya lean forward, clutching her chest in pain. Hoping it would be enough of a distraction, the South Dakotan native dove atop her opponent in a rushed pin.
“...On-KICKOUT!!”
Not even a one count.
Rolling away from the pin attempt, the newly minted Sheriff of FAWN was thinking of her next move, when a yank from behind knocked her onto the mat.
“You think that would put me down, brat?”
“I was hoping,” came the half snarky, half concerned reply.
Natalya didn’t release her grip on the cowgirl’s leg, and as she rose, showed off that her strength hadn’t dimmed in the decade she’d been in Russia dominating the wrestlers there. A grunt from her and she began to spin, first dragging Ariane across the mat before the cowgirl went airborne. She couldn’t stop the scream from her lips when she was released, shouting straight in between the ropes and towards the ramp, landing a good five feet past the ring.
“Russian Revolution”
youtu.be/HbYFuMnjk28?t=803
The cowgirl rolled head over heels, stopping with her butt in the air, folded almost in half, landing next to her abandoned hat from the scuffle earlier.
Natalya followed her now pilot-certified flier out of the ring, walking right over the top rope before dropping to the mat. “You did more in zis ring than the last five weaklings,” she mocked as she reached the rolled up redhead. Grinning, she jumped up, then stomped down in between the stems of her opponent.
The pain instantly woke up the dizzy cowgirl, who belted out a scream of pure agony before rolling up into a ball. Chuckling at her opponent’s pain, Natalya paused, spying the cowgirl hat laying discarded on the ramp.
She grabbed the hat, and twirled it in her hand. A quick pause, then gripping it with both hands, she laughed aloud. “This will be you in a minute.”
And with a grunt of exertion, ripped the leather hat in half.
The crowd booed violently at the act, one person in the crowd even throwing their soda at the violence loving Russian. The drink hit her in the side of the head, coating her in what must have been beer.
Natalya licked her lips, then spat out the liquid into Ariane’s face. “Even your beer is crap. Your wrestlers are garbage. You Amerikan’s can’t make anything good.”
Hauling up a near-sobbing Ariane up, once again by her hair, Natalya led the hobbling cowgirl back to the ring, laying her back against the apron.
“SCHWWAAAAATTTT!!!!”
A vicious sounding chop slammed against the cowgirl’s girls, gaining a solid groan from everyone in the audience.
“SCHWWAAAAATTTT!!!”
A second followed.
Natalya was about to lay down a third, when she realized something about her opponent.
First…that her slaps had woken Ariane up completely from her haze.
Second…she was livid.
The third slap was blocked, and an angered Ariane slammed a right hook HARD into her opponent’s jaw.
The Russian’s head whipped to the side, but she barely budged otherwise. A few seconds of rubbing her cheek was followed by a chuckle. “Even your punches suck.”
A left hook greeted her, this time causing her to slightly stumble somewhat.
“EIGHT!!!”
Ariane looked behind her to see the referee holding up eight fingers.
“Bring it into the ring you two!”
Ariane quickly obliged the zebra’s demand, hopping onto the apron and rolling into the ring. Natalya was soon to follow as she heard the count of “Nine” shouted out from the ring.
…and within a split second was greeted by a spinning side kick to the face.
The blow floored the Russian, but only for a moment, as she slammed the mat with one fist. She got to one knee, only to feel a set of arms around her neck yanking backwards. Already slightly off-centered, she fell backwards onto something soft, then a feeling of pressure wrapping around her waist.
“What…? GAHHH”
Ariane had slipped behind the Russian and locked her into a sleeper hold, before wrapping her legs around her opponent’s waist and locking them in tight.
The cowgirl was known in the rodeo circuits for her powerful glutes and thighs, at one point accepting a bet she couldn’t crush a watermelon between her thighs.
A few moments later, a sticky, messy, watermelon juice covered cowgirl accepted the $100 from a shocked cowboy.
Those thighs were now locked in around Natalya’s center and squeezing hard, while her arms that held down steers were locked in tight around her opponent’s neck. Natalya hadn’t felt such pressure from an opponent for a long time…
…but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
She made to grab Ariane’s arms to yank them apart, when the cowgirl shook the Russian violently from her perch under her, all the while yanking back harder on Natalya’s neck.
“Gaaaah!”
Once again Natalya tried to make a grab, only to be again shaken, and stirred, by her redheaded opponent. Being used to woman-handling her opponents in Russia with her brute force, Natalya wasn’t used to the submission game.
And that was biting her in the butt hard as the cowgirl throttled her from behind.
A few elbows broke through, crashing into the cowgirl’s face, and a few good ones nearly broke the hold. Yet each time Ariane dug in tighter, grit her teeth and rode out the pain just like in her rodeo days.
The referee slid in next to the two women. “Natalya, do you sub-”
A hard backhand smashed into the referee’s face.
“IDIOT…QUESTION!!” Natalya gasped, then groaned as Ariane tightened her core and latched her legs tighter around the Russian’s torso. “I’m…pinning HER!”
And indeed, with Ariane stuck underneath the flailing fighter, both of her shoulders were caught on the mat. Fortunately for the cowgirl, the Russian’s attack on the referee, and her yelling, gave Ariane the time to lift one shoulder off the mat at a time, rocking back and forth to prevent a defensive pin.
The audience was in a frenzy at this point as the elbows came slower, yet they were dealing significant damage to the plucky American.
It became a battle of attrition.
Who would give first…Natalya in the crushing sleeper? Or Ariane’s face from repeated elbows.
The referee shook off the daze from the vicious backhand and moved forward again, this time out of reach of Natalya’s swinging arms. She stayed silent, watching, and waiting.
Ariane tightened one last time.
Natalya sent a final elbow into Ariane’s now bruised and busted face.
A set of eyes rolled back into the back of a redhead’s face…
The referee called the match, the bell ringing as the audience roared.
Ariane released her sleeper hold, barely able to roll the now unconscious Natalya off of her while resting on her elbow and side. It took her a moment to get her breath back, before a grin broke through on her face.
“You’re winner of the match via knock out…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
Ariane got to her feet, stumbling slightly before raising her hands in victory. She called for a microphone, one that was given to her as quick as a bull ride lasts. Giving herself a minute, she waved her hand to calm the crowd down before speaking.
“And THAT is why I’m all y’alls Sheriff of FAWN! NOBODY, and I say NOBODY is gonna get away with any rapscallion behavior while I’m around!” She heard a loud cheer, followed by a large amount of commotion, but couldn’t make out what was being said. “ So from here on out, y’all got a new Sheriff who will take down all varmints, including this here scoun…drel…”
Ariane turned around and went to point towards Natalya on the ground, but halted, her finger pointing now towards the knees of a furious looking Natalya, standing upright and livid.
“Well dang, girl,” Ariane said, dropping the microphone to the ground as she took a step back. “Y’all got more spunk than mustang on a bad day.”
Natalya just stood there…
…angry.
…silent.
She took a step forward towards the cowgirl.
Ariane did as well, launching her patented Cowgirl Kick straight into the face of the oncoming Murmansk Mauler.
A loud crack of her boot echoed around the arena, with Natalya’s face snapping back as her body whipped backwards as well.
But that was it.
Ariane went back to her regular stance, staring in awe at the giant woman standing, half-rearing back…
…before she began leaning forward back to her upright, normal - angry and livid - position.
So Ariane sent a second Cowgirl Kick straight into the angry Russian’s face to the same effect. She was rocked, but not rolled.
By now, the audience was becoming hushed, with even Ariane shocked at what had happened. She’d seen a person withstand one cowgirl kick, but never two and be still standing.
“What…what kind of food do y’all be gettin’ over yonder?” she asked as Natalya was again glaring at her.
“...”
“...Weak Amerikans.”
Ariane could only blink before Natalya launched a full powered Pump Kick straight into the cowgirl’s face.
“Pump Kick”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM8Gox8y97w
A kick filled with all the pumped-up anger built from her first loss to anyone in the ring.
The kick snapped Ariane’s neck and head back faster than a speeding bullet, as the kick more powerful than a locomotive shot her into the air, not nearly as high as a tall building, but reaching impressive height as as she was flipped a full 360, landing near comatose on her face. The audience reeled back in pain as the Sheriff of FAWN lay spread-bald-eagled in the middle of the ring.
A few seconds after, Natalya flopped onto the mat herself, a delayed reaction to the double cowgirl kicks from the Black Hills Beauty.
The two brawling beauties lay comatose in the ring, the audience, announcer and referee unsure of what to do as it was after the match was over. The answer soon came as Constantinova groaned, then sat up straight. Her eyes wandered over to Ariane, who was still prone on the mat.
The Murmansk Mauler was about to earn her nickname.
Not finished with her work and angered by being knocked down as well as knocked out, Natalya stood up, walked over, then scraped Jones’ flaccid body off the mat, flipping her around into a powerbomb position in her arms. Natalya slammed Ariane down onto the mat with a thunderous powerbomb that shook the entire ring.
Yet it wasn’t the end of Ariane’s rodeo.
Natalya repeated the powerbomb again.
…and again.
…and again.
By the fourth time the crowd was openly booing the powerful Russian.
At the fifth time Natalya hauled up a limp, tenderized-as-a-country-fried-steak, Jones, the entire arena was in an uproar, thoroughly denouncing the brutal overkill on the Country Cowgirl.
The final powerbomb laid the Black Hills Beauty out, bouncing off the mat before laying in a brutalized heap.
“Now to show all you Amerikans vat happens to ANYONE who opposes me!”
The older FAWNatics knew what was coming, seeing it done to all of Natalya’s last opponents.
Natalya picked a pen from a pocket, then leaned down over Ariane…
…only to receive a shotgun kick the face from two white, steel-toned boots.
A huge roar lit up the arena as Natalya was rocked off her feet, finding herself rolling out of the ring as a heavy-breathing Victoria Hackenschmidt stood in the center of the ring like a heroic valkyrie.
“You okay Ariane?”
A groggy Ariane, still laying on the mat, gave the German a nod and a weak thumbs up.
Natalya pulled herself up, leaning against the apron, a rabid look in her eyes.
“Who are YOU!”
“SHE…”
Everyone looked up the ramp to see a scowling Bethany Christian standing there, regal, profession…
…and sporting a grin like a Cheshire cat.
“...is the Intercontinental champion of FAWN, and your next opponent, Natalya.”
Natalya looked from Bethany, to Victoria, back to Bethany, to a slowly-climbing-up-the-ropes Ariane…
“Why not know then? She looks veak.”
Natalya hopped onto the apron, ignoring the cries of Bethany telling her to stop and took a step over the ropes…
…only to receive another cowgirl kick from a groggy, but still-enough-left-in-the-tank Jones. The Russian was left straddling the rope painfully as one leg buckled. Victoria looked over at Jones, who was looking pretty tired. “May I try?”
Ariane waved her hand towards Natalya. “Have at her.”
Victoria nodded, then leveled her own version of the cowgirl kick into Natalya’s chin. The kick again rocked the Muscovite, led the audience into a cheer, and had Bethany dropping the microphone.
“How was that?”
Ariane hmmed. “Almost. Get a bit more of a punt into it. Like this.”
The Country Cowgirl leveled a tired-looking, but still strong-like-an-ox, Cowgirl Kick into her former opponent’s face, this time catching her on her cheek.
To her credit, Natalya managed to still stay rocking on the top rope, bobbing back and forth like a buoy on the ocean.
Victoria nodded. “So more like this?”
Another kick.
“Much better Vic! Again, a little more oomph, like this.”
Jones rocketed another kick to the Rockin’ Russian’s chin.
…one quickly followed by Victoria again.
The two took turns blasting kicks back and forth between them, much to the enjoyment of the audience watching. The two quickly found a pattern to their rotation, treating the red army wrestler to a kick dance that the Rockettes would envy. Taking a slight pause, the two friends looked at each other before timing a final pair of kicks for the same time. The two boots smacked both sides of Constantinova’s face at the same time, finally knocking her off the rope and back onto the floor mats.
Bethany looked content with the display from the top of the ramp, as a flustered looking Natalya was left shaking her head on the floor. She still apparently had some fight in her. The owner of FAWN waved towards the back, several security guards appearing and running down the ramp towards a rising, and furious, Natalya. The security members quickly surrounded her, forcing her up the ramp as she tried to fight against them while Victoria called for a microphone.
Once she had it in her hand, Victoria pointed towards Natalya who had finally been escorted to the top of the ramp. “Ms Constantinova. Ms Christian…in regards to what you said about Ms Constantinova being my next opponent…”
The arena went quiet, awaiting her answer.
Victoria was quick to give them it. “I accept!”