Post by hawkeye on Jan 9, 2023 0:54:43 GMT
Ariane Jones vs Roxxi Riot
The arena was calming down after the last fantastic match that had happened, with folks quickly trying to get their concession and bathroom breaks in before the start of the next titillating event. Most made it back in time as the announcer climbed into the ring.
“The next match is an Anything Goes Match scheduled for one fall! First is your Country Cowgirl. The Black Hills Beauty. Standing five foot, seven inches and weighing in at 150 lbs, she is…Ariane, Sophie, Jones!”
A loud cheer went up as the lights dimmed. A recognizable guitar chord twanged, the crowd roaring quickly into a crescendo of hoots and hollers, and several yeehaws, as the Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared at the top of the ramp.
“Ariane Jones”
Her appearance was mostly the same, although in addition to her hat, boots and vests, the audience had come to adore, she’d added a pair of chaps and spurs to her getup along with a nice shiny sheriff badge. She paused to shine up the badge before nodding her head to the beat, finally letting out a massive ‘Yeehaw’ before bolting down the ramp and sliding into the ring.
Climbing the turnbuckle, she belted out another ‘Yeehaw’, one returned again by the audience, before hopping back down to bounce on her feet a couple of times before heading to a neutral corner to be patting down by the ref.
“Nice to see you working today, Merle.”
The man nodded then paused. “Always a pleasure. Did…you bring your brisket today?”
There was a twinkle in Ariane’s eyes. “You betcha! I kept some back just for you and the announcer’s for after the match so it wouldn’t all be gone by the time the show finished.”
Merle nodded as another sound filled the arena, the country music changing fast to a rock n’ roll beat with a chattering echo of the words “Ch-ch-ch-ch Cherry Bomb!” echoing across the room.
“Cherry Bombs” by The Runaways
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EBvXpjudf8
“And her opponent, from Calgary, Alberta Canada. Standing 163 cm and weighing 52kg; The Canadian Cherrybomb…Roxxi….Riot!”
“Roxxi Riot”
The crescendoing base and drums continued as a redhead with green eyes and pigtails strutted onto the stage wearing black and red, near bikini briefs, and a black, red and white top that barely held in her bosom that was torn on the bottom. Roxxi posed at the top of the ramp, taking a moment to make a ‘v’ with one hand around her mouth before flicking her tongue between her fingers.
The audience roared their approval at the display, while Roxxi made her way down the ramp, flipping off random people in the audience. One person near the barricade shouted, “Canadians rock!” in her direction.
“Fuck ya we do!” came her reply, earning even more cheers as she hopped up the steps before climbing the turnbuckle. Placing one foot on top, she head-banged a few times as the chorus of the song hit the rat-tat-tat staccato of “Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch Cherrybomb!”
Finishing up, she hopped back down and climbed into the ring, heading towards Merle. The official did his due diligence in patting her down as Roxxi made a show of offering herself to him.
"Get in there nice and deep, ref. It's the only time you'll be hands-on with a body like THIS."
Roxxi turned her attention to Ariane.“Hey cow-licker. So anxious for a repeat of what I did to you in Toronto that you invited me down here?”
Ariane sent her a grin right back. “I thought we cleared up who was better at Sturgis, Syrup Sucker.”
“Will you two be okay?” Merle asked at the questionable banter being exchanged.
“Sure will!” Ariane chimed in. “Just happy to put this Canadian dork in her place.”
“Who the fuck calls someone a dork?” Roxxi shot back. “You really do come from the United States of Suckass, Jones.”
Starting to worry about his own well-being around the two hot-headed redheads, Merle quickly finished up his pat down, before announcing the rules to the two women. “Alright, this is an anything goes match. You can use anything, go anywhere, and do anything to your opponent. The match only…uh…” Merle stopped as Roxxi made the ‘v’ with her fingers again, flicking her tongue in and out in Ariane’s direction while slowly gyrating her hips.
Ariane simply grit her teeth while the audience hooted and hollered their approval. The Black Hills Beauty had her fans, but Roxxi was winning them over quickly.
“Uh…” Merle began again after coughing into his hand. “The match will end with a submission, knockout or pin. Are you two ready?”
Both women nodded.
Merle nodded to the announcer at ringside, who rang the bell.
DING DING DING
“Hey Jonesie,” Roxxi started as she began circling her opponent, Ariane mirroring her movements.
“What?”
“Your tits are out.”
“WHAT?!”
Ariane looked down, halting her movement to double check. The country girl looked up in time to see Roxxi’s arm wrapping around her neck, before the Canadian Destroyer jumped around her fellow redhead, slamming Ariane backfirst onto the mat in a reverse bulldog. Ariane’s legs flailed into the air from the recoil, with Roxxi taking the opportunity to grab them as she placed her butt over Ariane’s face in a quick pin.
Merle slid in and began the count. “ONE!”
An easy kickout from Ariane, who pulled her legs forward as hard as she could, flipping Roxxi overtop of her. The cowgirl coughed and gagged as Roxxi rolled away. “Seriously?!”
Roxxi flipped her off. “Just wanted to break your three count record, loser.”
Ariane scrambled to her feet, going in for a grapple against her smaller opponent, locking her arms tight onto Roxxi’s. The two struggled for a moment, before Ariane pushed down unexpectedly, pushing Roxxi onto her knees. Ariane smashed a knee into Roxxi’s face, stunning her, before lifting her up into a powerbomb position.
One which Roxxi quickly reversed by leaning backwards and swinging her body, turning a dangerous powerbomb for her, into a hurricarana that flipped the Black Hills Beauty onto her back for the second time in as many minutes.
And for the second time, Ariane looked up to see Roxxi’s toned brown ass splashing down right onto her face.
The redheaded rancher again shoved Roxxi off, gagging again as Roxxi slapped her butt a few times. “How’d it taste the second time?”
“As bad as the first,” Ariane growled, again pushing herself to her feet
Again the two circled one another, Ariane eventually pushing forward…only for Roxxi to back up to the turnbuckle really quickly, jump to the second rope and leaping off, turning just in time for Ariane to eat a faceful of derriere for a third time. The South Dakotan was floored once more, this time scrambling up before her face could become Roxxi’s floor mat for a third time.
“Hey, the cow CAN learn,” Roxxi laughed, the crowd joining in.
Unaccustomed to being on the ‘getting’ side of the crowd, Ariane circled around Roxxi once more, much more cautious than before around the woman whose speed was as fast as her wit. Halfway through the circle, Ariane jolted back the way she had come before darting forward. Roxxi backtracked a step, only to find her back up against the ropes. A quick look behind verified it, and by the time she looked back towards Ariane, a knee was meeting her gut for a late night brunch.
The knee bowled Roxxi in half, leaving her gasping for breath as Ariane ran across the ring, bounding off the ropes before connecting with a second knee straight into the Canadian Cherrybob’s stomach a second time. The strike wedged Roxxi in between the second and top rope like a hanging ornament off a Christmas tree. Ariane again rebounded off the ropes, before landing a heavy dropkick to the bruised stomach, finally wrenching the redhead from the ropes and onto the floor below.
Ariane picked herself up from the dropkick and headed to the ropes, hopping over onto the floor where a staggered Roxxi was crawling across the mats, shaking her head loose of the birds most likely flying around it.
“Up and at ‘em!” Ariane stated as she picked Roxxi up by the back of her wrestling shorts and shirt, hefting her clear off the ground, leaving her floundering for purchase. The Country Cowgirl swung Roxxi around like a toy plane once, then twice, then just as the fabric was reaching its breaking point, let Roxxi fly into the barricade, knocking the wind out of her.
“Thank y’all for flying American Airlines, honey,” Ariane said with a grin as she peeled Roxxi off the ground. What the redhead was about to do next would remain a mystery as she received a sharp elbow to the gut not once, not twice, but thrice.
As Ariane was stumbling back, Roxxi grabbed a hold of her head and fell back, arching her knees up to greet her fellow redhead’s face as she was pulled down.
Ariane’s body snapped backwards, the Black Hills Beauty clutching her mouth and jaw in pain before stumbling against the barricade. For her part, Roxxi grinned. “WestJet’s better, anyway.. They actually serve poutine.”
Standing tall after the knees to the face, Ariane went to challenge Roxxi, her fellow wrestler running towards her only to duck around her and, while behind her taller opponent, leapt up onto Ariane’s shoulders, straddling her head.
“Bombs away!”
Roxxi leaned back sharply, bringing Ariane back with her in a Poison Rana that sent nine drummers drumming off in Ariane’s skull as it connected with the mats.
“Poison Rana”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LeHMvugSkDo
While Ariane was dreaming of a white Christmas, Roxxi flipped up the ring apron to see what goodies Santa Baby had left under the tree for her.
“Oooh, looks like I’ve been an awful good girl this year,” she cooed as she brought out a trashcan first, then a hockey stick.
As Ariane was slowly getting to her hands and knees, Roxxi placed the garbage can with the open side in front of her, before hefting the hockey stick in her hands. “Ah, this reminds me of the good ole days…”
Roxxi leveled a swing that would have made Wayne Gretzky applaud right into Ariane’s second largest ‘asset’, making the cowgirl’s rump-pa-pa-pum be played harder than ever before.
Ariane yelped in pain, falling forward straight into the garbage can, her head and shoulder disappearing inside of it.
“She shoots, she scores!” Roxxi cheered, the crowd hooting and hollering alongside her. For her part, Ariane could only groan, her voice echoing out from inside the garbage can as she tried to push herself out of it. “Sounds like I need to get a second goal in…” Roxxi muttered, before laying a second slapshot to Ariane’s hockey puck.
A screech of pain followed by a warbling moan let out from the can yet again at this second attack, with Ariane slumping inside of it, lower body sticking out in a humiliating fashion.
“And Jones is in her rightful place,” Roxxi snickered, before taking a jumping leap onto the top of the can, smashing it down and flattening the cowgirl inside. Seeing her opponent stuck inside, Roxxi took some time to pull the struggling woman up, offering an humiliating position of Ariane stuck inside of the flattened bin.
For her part, Ariane attempted to escape, flexing her arms as best she could to push the can back out, only to receive a hockey stick against the can, rattling both it and her noggin inside.
“SO!” Roxxi yelled out to the crowd. “Want a repeat of last Christmas with this-” She kicked Ariane’s rear, sending her toddling towards and up the ramp. “-gal getting Christmas Crunched?!”
The crowd roared.
Roxxi led the imprisoned Jones up the ramp with repeated kicks to her rump-pa-pa-pum until they reached the large display of Santa’s Workshop that Ariane had rebuilt after its destruction last year.
“Wakey wakey, Jonesie!” Roxxi cooed, before banging the sides of the bin multiple times and laying a gut kick into the squirming cowgirl. The riotous redhead removed the bin to reveal a disheveled Jones who was tottering like a drunk on New Year’s Eve. “Saw you really liked this shitty thing last year, so, why not get a closer look again, eh?”
Roxxi, in a feat of strength of strength, hefted the taller cowgirl wrestler onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, just to drop her back first onto the roof of the structure next to her. The small, replica house virtually exploded, the roof caving in, walls ripping outwards and crunching into bits and a mistletoe twig on the faux chimney broke off, floating down to land on the face of a down-and-out looking Ariane in the midst of the rubble.
“Oh, what’s this?” Roxxi asked the crowd, gaining a mischievous smirk. The Canadian Cherrybomb dropped to her hands and knees, before crawling seductively up Ariane’s body, until she was straddling her near completely while looking down at the sprig of holly. “What do you say, losers? Should I be naughty!”
“BE NAUGHTY!” came the raucous reply. Roxxi looked over at Merle, who was watching the scene carefully. “Zebra, is she on her back?”
Merle nodded.
“Then do your damn job and count this pin!” Roxxi shouted before leaning down and pressing herself against her fellow redhead, then laying a kiss directly onto Ariane’s lips.
The crowd let loose a roar of approval.
Merle was so shocked his hand wavered above the floor.
After several seconds passed on not hearing any hand hitting the ground, Roxxi broke the mistletoe kiss and growled at the ref. “DID I FUCKING STUTTER!? ?” She grabbed a now groaning Jones’ shoulders and then slammed her pelvis against the American beneath her. “Or is this more like what you want to see during a pin?”
Merle blushed, then began the count as Roxxi raised one hand, her middle finger flying high.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR-KICKOUT!”
Jones, with her dreams of sugarplum fairies interrupted by one ladies dancing atop her, finally jerked up a shoulder, breaking the sketchy, yet seductive, pin.
“Seriously?!?! I had her down for like, twenty seconds!” A growling Roxxi grabbed a hold of Ariane’s hair and stood up, dragging Ariane up with her. “Do I have to strip her or something to get a pin counted here in FAWN?”
“NOT ON YER LIFE, CANUCK!”
A sharp left hook slammed into Roxxi’s gut, rocking her. A second bent her over and a third finally had her grip releasing from the Black Hills Beauty’s hair. An angry looking Ariane rose and shoved Roxxi’s face between her thighs, a move that the audience enjoyed after the prior display. Wasting no time, Ariane hefted Roxxi into a powerbomb position, taking a few cautious steps out of the rubble of Santa’s now vacant home, before spinning around and dropping the Canadian into the rubble herself with her move, “Raise ‘em High”
“Sitout Powerbomb”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJDN2d6dPnw
Looking angrier than a South Pole elf, a fired up Jones wasted no time in plucking a large candy cane from the remains of her Christmas Wonderland she’d built, and nailing Roxxi in the stomach with it, yelling with each blow.
“YOU!”
WHACK
“AIN’T”
WHACK
“STRIPPING”
WHACK
“ME!!!”
WHACK
In her fury, her aim hit low on the last hit, nailing Roxxi in her baby’s manger on this Christmas Eve. The fiery redhead wailed in a high pitch scream that went silent-night quickly as she cupped herself.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Ariane said with a gasp, dropping the candy cane before dropping down to check on Roxxi. “I didn’t mean to-ack!”
Her apology was cut off as Roxxi rolled the cowgirl up into roll up cradle pin.
“ONE!”
“TW-KICKOUT!”
Ariane kicked out with fury, knocking away a bunch of the debris from the house as she rolled over and off the landing where the house had been place, falling a few feet down to the cleared out area between the ramp and the audience. Shaking her head, she looked up to see a hobbling Roxxi running towards her, then leaping off the stage.
Roxxi’s legs wrapped around Ariane’s neck as the aerialist swung around, hitting Ariane with a jumping hurricarana which left Ariane slamming facefirst into the barricade separating her and the audience.
“Jumping Hurricarana”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcBCHIyjOiU
The Country Cowgirl was left arching her back in pain, rolling on the floor. Her opponent took the opportunity to once against flip Jones off, before jumping over off, off the barricade into a beautiful moonsault, landing flush over Ariane’s gut, then folding her up into another pin.
Merle hopped down from the stage and began the count.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THRE-NOOO! Kickout!”
Ariane barely managed her shoulder off the floor, reaching for the stars as she lay on her side, Roxxi slamming the barricade twice before grabbing Ariane’s hair and dragging her back to the ring.
“Stupid fucking yanks and their stupid fucking kickouts…” she grumbled, dragging a kicking and screaming Ariane across the ground, then the ramp, before pulling her up and tossing her into the ring. She climbed in onto the apron, waiting patiently for Ariane to stumble to her feet.
With the cowgirl facing away from her, Roxxi leapt up and onto the ropes, the beginning of her finisher, a Springboard Reverse Frankensteiner she called the Pop Roxx.
“Pop Roxx”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLTaM25kSt8
Roxxi latched her legs around Ariane’s neck, wrenched the redhead to turn before flippy 180 herself and landing the Pop Roxx perfectly. A shudder waved through the ring as Ariane’s head planted into the canvas, being quickly followed by the rest of her body. The Canadian kipped up to her feet, raising her hands to the crowd for a mix of boos and cheers.
Standing over her rival, who was slowly stirring, Roxxi took a moment to grin, then twerk for the crowd before raising one leg high into the air in a vertical split, before dropping her derriere over Ariane’s prodigious gifts with a satisfying ‘smat’.
“Split Leg Drop”
youtu.be/rS3Z-lSiEBc?t=136
this is the same link as the Pop Roxx lol
Merle was once again there for the count.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR-NOOO! Kickout!”
“WHAT THE FUCK JONES!” Roxxi roared, turning so she was sitting directly on Ariane’s chest. She smacked the floored cowgirl several times, earning a flurry of boo’s as thick as a snowstorm.
Roxxi leaned forward, smooshing her chest against Jones’ face. “THIS BETTER FOR YOU? COUNT!”
“ONE!” Merle began, only for Jones to gain the strength to shove Roxxi’s chest off her face and off the pin.
Roxxi raised herself up once more, dragging a wobbly Black Hills Beauty with her before tossing Ariane into the corner, Jones’ arms propped up over the top ropes holding her up. Taking a moment to catch her breath before getting a running start, Roxxi ran at the corner, then jumped, landing in a body splash against her fellow redhead.
Feeding off the chorus of boo’s, Roxxi again ran to the opposite corner, before rushing back, performing a second body splash against Ariane, who flopped down seated against the second rope.
The third time Roxxi rushed, she turned at the last moment, slamming her her curvy rear flush into Ariane’s face.
Roxxi walked away, dusting off her hands as the crowd began chanting, “ONE MORE TIME!”
They may not be on her side, but the sexy and salacious were always a fan favorite in FAWN.
The redhead from Calgary obliged, patting her butt twice, before hiking up her booty shorts into a near thong. “Think she’ll like this better?” Roxxi shouted out to the crowd.
The crowd cheered all the louder.
Roxxi turned to eye her victim, just to see a scowling, disheveled Jones standing in front of her.
“Oh shi-”
Ariane snapped a knee into Roxxi’s gut, then grabbed her head as she turned, before dropping to the mat, delivering a stunner that looked so brutal it probably put her on the naughty list alongside Roxxi. The latter straightened like a candy cane, taking a few stumbling steps back then forward…
Straight into a Cowgirl Kick by Jones.
“Cowgirl Kick”
youtu.be/qGqHnZH1xJw?t=61
The crowd ooh’ed as Roxxi again stiffened, yet didn’t fall.
“You’ve kissed me…” Ariane growled, as she scooped Roxxi up and over her shoulder. “Smothered me…” The redhead ran forward, slamming Roxxi backfirst against the turnbuckle before tossing her into the middle of the ring. “..stinkfaced me…”
Ariane dragged a loopy Roxxi to her feet, standing her in up in front of her. “Well, consider this yer payback for being…on the naughty list.”
A tired Country Cowgirl wrapped her arms around Roxxi and with a show of strength so late in the match, lifted her off the floor in a crushing bearhug.
“Bearhug”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3x59Cnnvhos
Roxxi, awakened by the pain, but cognizant enough to know what was happening, wrapped her legs around Ariane’s middle and squeezed back.
It had now become a battle of attrition.
“Your tits...suck, Jones” Roxxi growled out, attempting to up the ante in the squeeze department.
“It’s cause…y’alls are…fake,” Ariane shot back.
The two stacked warriors continued battling, Ariane pulling back at times to wrench more cries from Roxxi, while the Canadian pushed forward, attempting to throw Ariane off balance to gain the advantage.
Roxxi noticed something first as the seconds dragged to a full minute. That as they struggled, Ariane’s top was becoming more stretched, with her ‘gals’ getting shoved up with each squeeze. “Come on cowgirl…let me see those teats!”
“Not…on your life!”
Roxxi squeezed, then loosened her grip, dropping just slightly enough so when she squeezed again, she gained not just a groan from the larger redhead, but watched her girls get pushed up just that much more.
“At least…I’m gonna…see your girls…” Roxxi groaned, then licked her lips.
Ariane glanced down at Roxxi, and only then noticed what Roxxi had a while before.
The double bearhug and height from both wrestlers had their prodigious chests pushing together. As they squeezed tighter, both sets of boobs had mushroomed out, with Roxxi’s ballooning outwards, while Ariane’s were slowly creeping skyward with each shake.
Roxxi grinned and jostled the hold, crying out from the pain, but laughing as a little more of Ariane’s cleavage popped from her top. If she could pull a wardrobe malfunction from Ariane, she knew the conservative cowgirl would drop the hold immediately to fix her clothes, leaving her wide open.
The Black Hills Beauty realized this as well after one more jerk from Roxxi. Her eyes widening, Ariane did the only thing she could think of.
With a shout of alarm and a last bit of strength, Ariane bounced Roxxi up, nearly revealing herself in the process, turned, and slammed the Canadian champion to the mat in a canvas shaking belly to belly suplex.
“Belly to Belly Suplex”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3pVgFXifDY
Roxxi’s grip faded as her eyes rolled back from the force of the suplex, her arms and legs slipping off from around her opponent’s back and chest. Ariane took a split second to check her chest to make sure she hadn’t given the audience a special gift for Christmas, before pulling one of Roxxi’s legs back for a pin attempt.
“ONE!”
“TWO!!”
…
“THREE!!!”
DING DING DING!!!
Ariane rolled off of Roxxi, releasing her leg as she sat up in the middle of the ring, the announcer’s voice booming over the loudspeakers.
“And here is your winner, the Sheriff of FAWN, Ariane Sophie Jones!”
The crowd roared its approval of the match as Arianen’s music began to blare over the loudspeakers. The Country Cowgirl heard a groan from next to her.
“Didn’t even get…to see your tits…Jones.”
Ariane shook her head, then patted Roxxi on the check. “Maybe another time, Riot. I heard there is a summer bikini wrestling competition in FAWN. Could always try again then.”
“Fuck ya,” came the reply from the Canadian Cherrybomb.
Laughing lightly, Ariane slowly got to her feet, offering a hand towards Roxxi, helping her up as the two left the ring.
“You’re still a pathetic Yank, Jones.”
“And you’re an idiotic Canucklehead.”
“Oil bitch.”
“Syrup Sucker…”
The two argued all the way up the ring ramp, leaving a very confused Merle following the pair out to prepare for the next match.
The arena was calming down after the last fantastic match that had happened, with folks quickly trying to get their concession and bathroom breaks in before the start of the next titillating event. Most made it back in time as the announcer climbed into the ring.
“The next match is an Anything Goes Match scheduled for one fall! First is your Country Cowgirl. The Black Hills Beauty. Standing five foot, seven inches and weighing in at 150 lbs, she is…Ariane, Sophie, Jones!”
A loud cheer went up as the lights dimmed. A recognizable guitar chord twanged, the crowd roaring quickly into a crescendo of hoots and hollers, and several yeehaws, as the Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared at the top of the ramp.
“Ariane Jones”
Her appearance was mostly the same, although in addition to her hat, boots and vests, the audience had come to adore, she’d added a pair of chaps and spurs to her getup along with a nice shiny sheriff badge. She paused to shine up the badge before nodding her head to the beat, finally letting out a massive ‘Yeehaw’ before bolting down the ramp and sliding into the ring.
Climbing the turnbuckle, she belted out another ‘Yeehaw’, one returned again by the audience, before hopping back down to bounce on her feet a couple of times before heading to a neutral corner to be patting down by the ref.
“Nice to see you working today, Merle.”
The man nodded then paused. “Always a pleasure. Did…you bring your brisket today?”
There was a twinkle in Ariane’s eyes. “You betcha! I kept some back just for you and the announcer’s for after the match so it wouldn’t all be gone by the time the show finished.”
Merle nodded as another sound filled the arena, the country music changing fast to a rock n’ roll beat with a chattering echo of the words “Ch-ch-ch-ch Cherry Bomb!” echoing across the room.
“Cherry Bombs” by The Runaways
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EBvXpjudf8
“And her opponent, from Calgary, Alberta Canada. Standing 163 cm and weighing 52kg; The Canadian Cherrybomb…Roxxi….Riot!”
“Roxxi Riot”
The crescendoing base and drums continued as a redhead with green eyes and pigtails strutted onto the stage wearing black and red, near bikini briefs, and a black, red and white top that barely held in her bosom that was torn on the bottom. Roxxi posed at the top of the ramp, taking a moment to make a ‘v’ with one hand around her mouth before flicking her tongue between her fingers.
The audience roared their approval at the display, while Roxxi made her way down the ramp, flipping off random people in the audience. One person near the barricade shouted, “Canadians rock!” in her direction.
“Fuck ya we do!” came her reply, earning even more cheers as she hopped up the steps before climbing the turnbuckle. Placing one foot on top, she head-banged a few times as the chorus of the song hit the rat-tat-tat staccato of “Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch Cherrybomb!”
Finishing up, she hopped back down and climbed into the ring, heading towards Merle. The official did his due diligence in patting her down as Roxxi made a show of offering herself to him.
"Get in there nice and deep, ref. It's the only time you'll be hands-on with a body like THIS."
Roxxi turned her attention to Ariane.“Hey cow-licker. So anxious for a repeat of what I did to you in Toronto that you invited me down here?”
Ariane sent her a grin right back. “I thought we cleared up who was better at Sturgis, Syrup Sucker.”
“Will you two be okay?” Merle asked at the questionable banter being exchanged.
“Sure will!” Ariane chimed in. “Just happy to put this Canadian dork in her place.”
“Who the fuck calls someone a dork?” Roxxi shot back. “You really do come from the United States of Suckass, Jones.”
Starting to worry about his own well-being around the two hot-headed redheads, Merle quickly finished up his pat down, before announcing the rules to the two women. “Alright, this is an anything goes match. You can use anything, go anywhere, and do anything to your opponent. The match only…uh…” Merle stopped as Roxxi made the ‘v’ with her fingers again, flicking her tongue in and out in Ariane’s direction while slowly gyrating her hips.
Ariane simply grit her teeth while the audience hooted and hollered their approval. The Black Hills Beauty had her fans, but Roxxi was winning them over quickly.
“Uh…” Merle began again after coughing into his hand. “The match will end with a submission, knockout or pin. Are you two ready?”
Both women nodded.
Merle nodded to the announcer at ringside, who rang the bell.
DING DING DING
“Hey Jonesie,” Roxxi started as she began circling her opponent, Ariane mirroring her movements.
“What?”
“Your tits are out.”
“WHAT?!”
Ariane looked down, halting her movement to double check. The country girl looked up in time to see Roxxi’s arm wrapping around her neck, before the Canadian Destroyer jumped around her fellow redhead, slamming Ariane backfirst onto the mat in a reverse bulldog. Ariane’s legs flailed into the air from the recoil, with Roxxi taking the opportunity to grab them as she placed her butt over Ariane’s face in a quick pin.
Merle slid in and began the count. “ONE!”
An easy kickout from Ariane, who pulled her legs forward as hard as she could, flipping Roxxi overtop of her. The cowgirl coughed and gagged as Roxxi rolled away. “Seriously?!”
Roxxi flipped her off. “Just wanted to break your three count record, loser.”
Ariane scrambled to her feet, going in for a grapple against her smaller opponent, locking her arms tight onto Roxxi’s. The two struggled for a moment, before Ariane pushed down unexpectedly, pushing Roxxi onto her knees. Ariane smashed a knee into Roxxi’s face, stunning her, before lifting her up into a powerbomb position.
One which Roxxi quickly reversed by leaning backwards and swinging her body, turning a dangerous powerbomb for her, into a hurricarana that flipped the Black Hills Beauty onto her back for the second time in as many minutes.
And for the second time, Ariane looked up to see Roxxi’s toned brown ass splashing down right onto her face.
The redheaded rancher again shoved Roxxi off, gagging again as Roxxi slapped her butt a few times. “How’d it taste the second time?”
“As bad as the first,” Ariane growled, again pushing herself to her feet
Again the two circled one another, Ariane eventually pushing forward…only for Roxxi to back up to the turnbuckle really quickly, jump to the second rope and leaping off, turning just in time for Ariane to eat a faceful of derriere for a third time. The South Dakotan was floored once more, this time scrambling up before her face could become Roxxi’s floor mat for a third time.
“Hey, the cow CAN learn,” Roxxi laughed, the crowd joining in.
Unaccustomed to being on the ‘getting’ side of the crowd, Ariane circled around Roxxi once more, much more cautious than before around the woman whose speed was as fast as her wit. Halfway through the circle, Ariane jolted back the way she had come before darting forward. Roxxi backtracked a step, only to find her back up against the ropes. A quick look behind verified it, and by the time she looked back towards Ariane, a knee was meeting her gut for a late night brunch.
The knee bowled Roxxi in half, leaving her gasping for breath as Ariane ran across the ring, bounding off the ropes before connecting with a second knee straight into the Canadian Cherrybob’s stomach a second time. The strike wedged Roxxi in between the second and top rope like a hanging ornament off a Christmas tree. Ariane again rebounded off the ropes, before landing a heavy dropkick to the bruised stomach, finally wrenching the redhead from the ropes and onto the floor below.
Ariane picked herself up from the dropkick and headed to the ropes, hopping over onto the floor where a staggered Roxxi was crawling across the mats, shaking her head loose of the birds most likely flying around it.
“Up and at ‘em!” Ariane stated as she picked Roxxi up by the back of her wrestling shorts and shirt, hefting her clear off the ground, leaving her floundering for purchase. The Country Cowgirl swung Roxxi around like a toy plane once, then twice, then just as the fabric was reaching its breaking point, let Roxxi fly into the barricade, knocking the wind out of her.
“Thank y’all for flying American Airlines, honey,” Ariane said with a grin as she peeled Roxxi off the ground. What the redhead was about to do next would remain a mystery as she received a sharp elbow to the gut not once, not twice, but thrice.
As Ariane was stumbling back, Roxxi grabbed a hold of her head and fell back, arching her knees up to greet her fellow redhead’s face as she was pulled down.
Ariane’s body snapped backwards, the Black Hills Beauty clutching her mouth and jaw in pain before stumbling against the barricade. For her part, Roxxi grinned. “WestJet’s better, anyway.. They actually serve poutine.”
Standing tall after the knees to the face, Ariane went to challenge Roxxi, her fellow wrestler running towards her only to duck around her and, while behind her taller opponent, leapt up onto Ariane’s shoulders, straddling her head.
“Bombs away!”
Roxxi leaned back sharply, bringing Ariane back with her in a Poison Rana that sent nine drummers drumming off in Ariane’s skull as it connected with the mats.
“Poison Rana”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LeHMvugSkDo
While Ariane was dreaming of a white Christmas, Roxxi flipped up the ring apron to see what goodies Santa Baby had left under the tree for her.
“Oooh, looks like I’ve been an awful good girl this year,” she cooed as she brought out a trashcan first, then a hockey stick.
As Ariane was slowly getting to her hands and knees, Roxxi placed the garbage can with the open side in front of her, before hefting the hockey stick in her hands. “Ah, this reminds me of the good ole days…”
Roxxi leveled a swing that would have made Wayne Gretzky applaud right into Ariane’s second largest ‘asset’, making the cowgirl’s rump-pa-pa-pum be played harder than ever before.
Ariane yelped in pain, falling forward straight into the garbage can, her head and shoulder disappearing inside of it.
“She shoots, she scores!” Roxxi cheered, the crowd hooting and hollering alongside her. For her part, Ariane could only groan, her voice echoing out from inside the garbage can as she tried to push herself out of it. “Sounds like I need to get a second goal in…” Roxxi muttered, before laying a second slapshot to Ariane’s hockey puck.
A screech of pain followed by a warbling moan let out from the can yet again at this second attack, with Ariane slumping inside of it, lower body sticking out in a humiliating fashion.
“And Jones is in her rightful place,” Roxxi snickered, before taking a jumping leap onto the top of the can, smashing it down and flattening the cowgirl inside. Seeing her opponent stuck inside, Roxxi took some time to pull the struggling woman up, offering an humiliating position of Ariane stuck inside of the flattened bin.
For her part, Ariane attempted to escape, flexing her arms as best she could to push the can back out, only to receive a hockey stick against the can, rattling both it and her noggin inside.
“SO!” Roxxi yelled out to the crowd. “Want a repeat of last Christmas with this-” She kicked Ariane’s rear, sending her toddling towards and up the ramp. “-gal getting Christmas Crunched?!”
The crowd roared.
Roxxi led the imprisoned Jones up the ramp with repeated kicks to her rump-pa-pa-pum until they reached the large display of Santa’s Workshop that Ariane had rebuilt after its destruction last year.
“Wakey wakey, Jonesie!” Roxxi cooed, before banging the sides of the bin multiple times and laying a gut kick into the squirming cowgirl. The riotous redhead removed the bin to reveal a disheveled Jones who was tottering like a drunk on New Year’s Eve. “Saw you really liked this shitty thing last year, so, why not get a closer look again, eh?”
Roxxi, in a feat of strength of strength, hefted the taller cowgirl wrestler onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, just to drop her back first onto the roof of the structure next to her. The small, replica house virtually exploded, the roof caving in, walls ripping outwards and crunching into bits and a mistletoe twig on the faux chimney broke off, floating down to land on the face of a down-and-out looking Ariane in the midst of the rubble.
“Oh, what’s this?” Roxxi asked the crowd, gaining a mischievous smirk. The Canadian Cherrybomb dropped to her hands and knees, before crawling seductively up Ariane’s body, until she was straddling her near completely while looking down at the sprig of holly. “What do you say, losers? Should I be naughty!”
“BE NAUGHTY!” came the raucous reply. Roxxi looked over at Merle, who was watching the scene carefully. “Zebra, is she on her back?”
Merle nodded.
“Then do your damn job and count this pin!” Roxxi shouted before leaning down and pressing herself against her fellow redhead, then laying a kiss directly onto Ariane’s lips.
The crowd let loose a roar of approval.
Merle was so shocked his hand wavered above the floor.
After several seconds passed on not hearing any hand hitting the ground, Roxxi broke the mistletoe kiss and growled at the ref. “DID I FUCKING STUTTER!? ?” She grabbed a now groaning Jones’ shoulders and then slammed her pelvis against the American beneath her. “Or is this more like what you want to see during a pin?”
Merle blushed, then began the count as Roxxi raised one hand, her middle finger flying high.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR-KICKOUT!”
Jones, with her dreams of sugarplum fairies interrupted by one ladies dancing atop her, finally jerked up a shoulder, breaking the sketchy, yet seductive, pin.
“Seriously?!?! I had her down for like, twenty seconds!” A growling Roxxi grabbed a hold of Ariane’s hair and stood up, dragging Ariane up with her. “Do I have to strip her or something to get a pin counted here in FAWN?”
“NOT ON YER LIFE, CANUCK!”
A sharp left hook slammed into Roxxi’s gut, rocking her. A second bent her over and a third finally had her grip releasing from the Black Hills Beauty’s hair. An angry looking Ariane rose and shoved Roxxi’s face between her thighs, a move that the audience enjoyed after the prior display. Wasting no time, Ariane hefted Roxxi into a powerbomb position, taking a few cautious steps out of the rubble of Santa’s now vacant home, before spinning around and dropping the Canadian into the rubble herself with her move, “Raise ‘em High”
“Sitout Powerbomb”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJDN2d6dPnw
Looking angrier than a South Pole elf, a fired up Jones wasted no time in plucking a large candy cane from the remains of her Christmas Wonderland she’d built, and nailing Roxxi in the stomach with it, yelling with each blow.
“YOU!”
WHACK
“AIN’T”
WHACK
“STRIPPING”
WHACK
“ME!!!”
WHACK
In her fury, her aim hit low on the last hit, nailing Roxxi in her baby’s manger on this Christmas Eve. The fiery redhead wailed in a high pitch scream that went silent-night quickly as she cupped herself.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Ariane said with a gasp, dropping the candy cane before dropping down to check on Roxxi. “I didn’t mean to-ack!”
Her apology was cut off as Roxxi rolled the cowgirl up into roll up cradle pin.
“ONE!”
“TW-KICKOUT!”
Ariane kicked out with fury, knocking away a bunch of the debris from the house as she rolled over and off the landing where the house had been place, falling a few feet down to the cleared out area between the ramp and the audience. Shaking her head, she looked up to see a hobbling Roxxi running towards her, then leaping off the stage.
Roxxi’s legs wrapped around Ariane’s neck as the aerialist swung around, hitting Ariane with a jumping hurricarana which left Ariane slamming facefirst into the barricade separating her and the audience.
“Jumping Hurricarana”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcBCHIyjOiU
The Country Cowgirl was left arching her back in pain, rolling on the floor. Her opponent took the opportunity to once against flip Jones off, before jumping over off, off the barricade into a beautiful moonsault, landing flush over Ariane’s gut, then folding her up into another pin.
Merle hopped down from the stage and began the count.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THRE-NOOO! Kickout!”
Ariane barely managed her shoulder off the floor, reaching for the stars as she lay on her side, Roxxi slamming the barricade twice before grabbing Ariane’s hair and dragging her back to the ring.
“Stupid fucking yanks and their stupid fucking kickouts…” she grumbled, dragging a kicking and screaming Ariane across the ground, then the ramp, before pulling her up and tossing her into the ring. She climbed in onto the apron, waiting patiently for Ariane to stumble to her feet.
With the cowgirl facing away from her, Roxxi leapt up and onto the ropes, the beginning of her finisher, a Springboard Reverse Frankensteiner she called the Pop Roxx.
“Pop Roxx”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLTaM25kSt8
Roxxi latched her legs around Ariane’s neck, wrenched the redhead to turn before flippy 180 herself and landing the Pop Roxx perfectly. A shudder waved through the ring as Ariane’s head planted into the canvas, being quickly followed by the rest of her body. The Canadian kipped up to her feet, raising her hands to the crowd for a mix of boos and cheers.
Standing over her rival, who was slowly stirring, Roxxi took a moment to grin, then twerk for the crowd before raising one leg high into the air in a vertical split, before dropping her derriere over Ariane’s prodigious gifts with a satisfying ‘smat’.
“Split Leg Drop”
youtu.be/rS3Z-lSiEBc?t=136
this is the same link as the Pop Roxx lol
Merle was once again there for the count.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THR-NOOO! Kickout!”
“WHAT THE FUCK JONES!” Roxxi roared, turning so she was sitting directly on Ariane’s chest. She smacked the floored cowgirl several times, earning a flurry of boo’s as thick as a snowstorm.
Roxxi leaned forward, smooshing her chest against Jones’ face. “THIS BETTER FOR YOU? COUNT!”
“ONE!” Merle began, only for Jones to gain the strength to shove Roxxi’s chest off her face and off the pin.
Roxxi raised herself up once more, dragging a wobbly Black Hills Beauty with her before tossing Ariane into the corner, Jones’ arms propped up over the top ropes holding her up. Taking a moment to catch her breath before getting a running start, Roxxi ran at the corner, then jumped, landing in a body splash against her fellow redhead.
Feeding off the chorus of boo’s, Roxxi again ran to the opposite corner, before rushing back, performing a second body splash against Ariane, who flopped down seated against the second rope.
The third time Roxxi rushed, she turned at the last moment, slamming her her curvy rear flush into Ariane’s face.
Roxxi walked away, dusting off her hands as the crowd began chanting, “ONE MORE TIME!”
They may not be on her side, but the sexy and salacious were always a fan favorite in FAWN.
The redhead from Calgary obliged, patting her butt twice, before hiking up her booty shorts into a near thong. “Think she’ll like this better?” Roxxi shouted out to the crowd.
The crowd cheered all the louder.
Roxxi turned to eye her victim, just to see a scowling, disheveled Jones standing in front of her.
“Oh shi-”
Ariane snapped a knee into Roxxi’s gut, then grabbed her head as she turned, before dropping to the mat, delivering a stunner that looked so brutal it probably put her on the naughty list alongside Roxxi. The latter straightened like a candy cane, taking a few stumbling steps back then forward…
Straight into a Cowgirl Kick by Jones.
“Cowgirl Kick”
youtu.be/qGqHnZH1xJw?t=61
The crowd ooh’ed as Roxxi again stiffened, yet didn’t fall.
“You’ve kissed me…” Ariane growled, as she scooped Roxxi up and over her shoulder. “Smothered me…” The redhead ran forward, slamming Roxxi backfirst against the turnbuckle before tossing her into the middle of the ring. “..stinkfaced me…”
Ariane dragged a loopy Roxxi to her feet, standing her in up in front of her. “Well, consider this yer payback for being…on the naughty list.”
A tired Country Cowgirl wrapped her arms around Roxxi and with a show of strength so late in the match, lifted her off the floor in a crushing bearhug.
“Bearhug”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3x59Cnnvhos
Roxxi, awakened by the pain, but cognizant enough to know what was happening, wrapped her legs around Ariane’s middle and squeezed back.
It had now become a battle of attrition.
“Your tits...suck, Jones” Roxxi growled out, attempting to up the ante in the squeeze department.
“It’s cause…y’alls are…fake,” Ariane shot back.
The two stacked warriors continued battling, Ariane pulling back at times to wrench more cries from Roxxi, while the Canadian pushed forward, attempting to throw Ariane off balance to gain the advantage.
Roxxi noticed something first as the seconds dragged to a full minute. That as they struggled, Ariane’s top was becoming more stretched, with her ‘gals’ getting shoved up with each squeeze. “Come on cowgirl…let me see those teats!”
“Not…on your life!”
Roxxi squeezed, then loosened her grip, dropping just slightly enough so when she squeezed again, she gained not just a groan from the larger redhead, but watched her girls get pushed up just that much more.
“At least…I’m gonna…see your girls…” Roxxi groaned, then licked her lips.
Ariane glanced down at Roxxi, and only then noticed what Roxxi had a while before.
The double bearhug and height from both wrestlers had their prodigious chests pushing together. As they squeezed tighter, both sets of boobs had mushroomed out, with Roxxi’s ballooning outwards, while Ariane’s were slowly creeping skyward with each shake.
Roxxi grinned and jostled the hold, crying out from the pain, but laughing as a little more of Ariane’s cleavage popped from her top. If she could pull a wardrobe malfunction from Ariane, she knew the conservative cowgirl would drop the hold immediately to fix her clothes, leaving her wide open.
The Black Hills Beauty realized this as well after one more jerk from Roxxi. Her eyes widening, Ariane did the only thing she could think of.
With a shout of alarm and a last bit of strength, Ariane bounced Roxxi up, nearly revealing herself in the process, turned, and slammed the Canadian champion to the mat in a canvas shaking belly to belly suplex.
“Belly to Belly Suplex”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3pVgFXifDY
Roxxi’s grip faded as her eyes rolled back from the force of the suplex, her arms and legs slipping off from around her opponent’s back and chest. Ariane took a split second to check her chest to make sure she hadn’t given the audience a special gift for Christmas, before pulling one of Roxxi’s legs back for a pin attempt.
“ONE!”
“TWO!!”
…
“THREE!!!”
DING DING DING!!!
Ariane rolled off of Roxxi, releasing her leg as she sat up in the middle of the ring, the announcer’s voice booming over the loudspeakers.
“And here is your winner, the Sheriff of FAWN, Ariane Sophie Jones!”
The crowd roared its approval of the match as Arianen’s music began to blare over the loudspeakers. The Country Cowgirl heard a groan from next to her.
“Didn’t even get…to see your tits…Jones.”
Ariane shook her head, then patted Roxxi on the check. “Maybe another time, Riot. I heard there is a summer bikini wrestling competition in FAWN. Could always try again then.”
“Fuck ya,” came the reply from the Canadian Cherrybomb.
Laughing lightly, Ariane slowly got to her feet, offering a hand towards Roxxi, helping her up as the two left the ring.
“You’re still a pathetic Yank, Jones.”
“And you’re an idiotic Canucklehead.”
“Oil bitch.”
“Syrup Sucker…”
The two argued all the way up the ring ramp, leaving a very confused Merle following the pair out to prepare for the next match.