Post by ArianeJones on Feb 19, 2023 20:48:23 GMT
In between PPV’s, there was one place where you could find most of the FAWN wrestlers and management, in Orlando hard at work, doing their best to make the…
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…doing their best to make the…
“Quit tussling! Or I’ll break out Mr Brandy!”
…
…DOING THEIR BEST TO M-
WHUNK!!! “GAH!!! WHY’D YOU HIT ME!! STOP IT!”
“Quit yer whining and get that back in yer mouth!”
…
Bethany rubbed her temple, already feeling the headache that was about to burst into her office while she was hard at work trying to-
Bethany Christian
The door burst open, a grinning Ariane with a rope over her shoulder. “Greeting’s boss! Can I come in for a minute?”
Ariane Jones
The redheaded cowgirl’s grin widened when she saw Bethany wave her hand, inviting her forward. “Great! I caught this rapscallion destroying the water cooler in the second training room.”
Ariane walked further into the room, dragging a hogtied Avery behind her.
Avery Christian
Bethany looked up to see her daughter, a neckerchief in her mouth, and all four of her limbs wrapped up behind her like out of a country movie.
She groaned, watching her daughter struggle in the bonds.
“Ms Jones…why…” she stopped mid-sentence, breathing in deep to keep both her annoyance and anger at everything happening in the room at bay. “…why is my daughter hogtied and being dragged through the halls of MY company?”
The obvious annoyance that filled her tone went right over Ariane’s head. “Well, like I said, she was destroying FAWN property with some weights, screaming how the water wasn’t 69 degrees to her liking. I told her not to, and she asked me ‘Do you know who I am?’. Felt that was right improper whoever she was to say that, so I hogtied her right quick and drug her down here for ya.”
“So, you don’t know who she is.”
“Nope. Don’t matter to me.”
“It really should.”
“Uh…why’s that?” Ariane asked, suddenly cautious. She was still new to the job of being Sheriff of FAWN, basically the head of security, and was suddenly worried that maybe what she had done was outside the scope of her contract.
“Please take out the gag,” Bethany ask-mandated. Ariane nodded, and swiftly removed the gag from the struggling brunette.
“It’s because I’m her daughter you twat!”
…
…
Ariane looked from the struggling brunette, to a glaring Bethany, back to the struggling brunette.
“Well, she was destroying property.”
“Untie her now.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The knots were quickly undone, the brunette slowly getting to her feet, rubbing her ankles and wrists.
“Avery…”
“Yeah?”
“Please let Ariane and I discuss some issues for a few moments, please.”
Avery nodded, flipped Ariane off before mouthing, ‘You’re getting fired, bitch’ at the redhead, then headed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The room went silent for several minutes as the two women stared at one another, each contemplating what the other was thinking. Ariane finally broke the silence.
“So…Jenny’s healing up nicely.”
“…”
“And I looked up the last PPV’s ratings for matches.”
At that Bethany arched an eyebrow, though remained silent. A quiet approval to continue.
“Well, turns out that the Prison Yard match was one of the largest pops we’ve had during matches recently. That and tons of donations have come in for both Kanako and Jenny to heal up. Gotten lots of letters about Jenny’s condition and most seem to want her to get a rematch.”
“I’ve seen the numbers,” Bethany replied. Which is the reason why you aren’t packing your things right now, Miss Jones.”
Ariane gulped. She wasn’t afraid of most anyone, but Bethany had a particular way of speaking that could cause shivers down most folks’ spines.
Bethany shuffled some papers on her desk before continuing. “That and Avery does need to be reminded every now and then that she isn’t immune to punishment for her actions that cost me money.”
Ariane jerked her thumb back towards the door. “I can go tie her up again-“
“No, you won’t.”
“Gotcha.”
The two went silent for another few moments before Ariane again broke the silence. “So, I had a couple of requests if I may?”
“Go on…”
The redhead nodded. “Well, Jenny wants a rematch after her ankle heals up, and I saw how the ref’s got injured in the last match as they couldn’t deal with a rampaging Jessica.” The Country Cowgirl’s eyes darkened considerably. “I don’t like what she did, how she hurt others, and hurt my friend.”
Bethany nodded. “I’m guessing you want a piece of her then?” she questioned.
Ariane shook her head. “No, that piece belongs to Jenny. I had a different idea for y’all.”
“And that would be?”
Ariane took a deep breath. “Special guest referee for the next Prison Yard rematch…with me as the referee.”
Bethany shook her head. “Jessica would never agree to it. Having the best friend of the wrestler she brutalized be the referee? Request denied.”
“I disagree.”
Bethany’s eyes darted back to the redhead. “…you have an idea to get her to agree?”
“Yep!” Ariane grinned darkly. “If she won, she’d get to do whatever she wanted in the ring for a minute.” When Bethany was about to interject, Ariane hurriedly continued. “That part of the match where I jumped in with my whip was the largest pop in the ratings for that match. That and I know Jessica wants a piece of me after what happened last match. This would keep all the referee’s safe from Jessica’s rampage, and boosts ratings, and your income might I add.”
Bethany mused the idea for a while.
“Plus,” Ariane added, “the hospital costs for Merle were quite high, and I’m sure the referee’s would probably want to call in sick for the rematch between these two. And I’ve saved the company a lot of money as backroom damage is down 50% since I’ve become Sheriff.”
The redhead happily did not include the costs of the destruction of the Santa’s Workshop from the December PPV in her figures, as that was technically not ‘backstage’.
Another minute of musing passed, before Bethany spoke again. “I…will agree to your requests on one condition. You can be the referee for the Prison Yard rematch, if you can show you can be a referee for a match at this upcoming PPV. I’ll discuss with a few of the women who may be interested in having a special guest referee. However, you will have to be perfect in your performance of your duties, or you will not get this opportunity. Got it?”
Ariane nodded. “Understood, Boss.”
The Dakotan Dark Horse turned to leave.
“Oh, one more thing, Ms Jones.”
The redhead turned to face her boss one more time. “Yeah boss?”
Bethany smirked. “One other requirement.”
“Oh?” Ariane’s right eyebrow arched. “And that is?”
“We’ve…got a certain concession request from a restaurant that is asking to provide food in our concession area. I will agree to their contract, only if you serve as a waitress for them on shows that you aren’t scheduled and during dark shows.”
“WAIT WHAT!?!?! I ain’t no waitress!” Ariane screamed, marching up to the desk and pounding it with a gloved hand.
Bethany held her hand up to silence the fiery redhead’s further tirade. “This isn’t a request. Consider it a publicity stunt. Besides, you’re the only one who can pull this off for us, and I’ll give you a bonus for doing this.”
That calmed down Ariane considerably, the redhead folding her arms across her chest, pushing her noticeable bust up within her red and black plaid top.
Bethany grinned. “Have you ever heard of ‘Twin Peaks’?”
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…doing their best to make the…
“Quit tussling! Or I’ll break out Mr Brandy!”
…
…DOING THEIR BEST TO M-
WHUNK!!! “GAH!!! WHY’D YOU HIT ME!! STOP IT!”
“Quit yer whining and get that back in yer mouth!”
…
Bethany rubbed her temple, already feeling the headache that was about to burst into her office while she was hard at work trying to-
Bethany Christian
The door burst open, a grinning Ariane with a rope over her shoulder. “Greeting’s boss! Can I come in for a minute?”
Ariane Jones
The redheaded cowgirl’s grin widened when she saw Bethany wave her hand, inviting her forward. “Great! I caught this rapscallion destroying the water cooler in the second training room.”
Ariane walked further into the room, dragging a hogtied Avery behind her.
Avery Christian
Bethany looked up to see her daughter, a neckerchief in her mouth, and all four of her limbs wrapped up behind her like out of a country movie.
She groaned, watching her daughter struggle in the bonds.
“Ms Jones…why…” she stopped mid-sentence, breathing in deep to keep both her annoyance and anger at everything happening in the room at bay. “…why is my daughter hogtied and being dragged through the halls of MY company?”
The obvious annoyance that filled her tone went right over Ariane’s head. “Well, like I said, she was destroying FAWN property with some weights, screaming how the water wasn’t 69 degrees to her liking. I told her not to, and she asked me ‘Do you know who I am?’. Felt that was right improper whoever she was to say that, so I hogtied her right quick and drug her down here for ya.”
“So, you don’t know who she is.”
“Nope. Don’t matter to me.”
“It really should.”
“Uh…why’s that?” Ariane asked, suddenly cautious. She was still new to the job of being Sheriff of FAWN, basically the head of security, and was suddenly worried that maybe what she had done was outside the scope of her contract.
“Please take out the gag,” Bethany ask-mandated. Ariane nodded, and swiftly removed the gag from the struggling brunette.
“It’s because I’m her daughter you twat!”
…
…
Ariane looked from the struggling brunette, to a glaring Bethany, back to the struggling brunette.
“Well, she was destroying property.”
“Untie her now.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The knots were quickly undone, the brunette slowly getting to her feet, rubbing her ankles and wrists.
“Avery…”
“Yeah?”
“Please let Ariane and I discuss some issues for a few moments, please.”
Avery nodded, flipped Ariane off before mouthing, ‘You’re getting fired, bitch’ at the redhead, then headed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The room went silent for several minutes as the two women stared at one another, each contemplating what the other was thinking. Ariane finally broke the silence.
“So…Jenny’s healing up nicely.”
“…”
“And I looked up the last PPV’s ratings for matches.”
At that Bethany arched an eyebrow, though remained silent. A quiet approval to continue.
“Well, turns out that the Prison Yard match was one of the largest pops we’ve had during matches recently. That and tons of donations have come in for both Kanako and Jenny to heal up. Gotten lots of letters about Jenny’s condition and most seem to want her to get a rematch.”
“I’ve seen the numbers,” Bethany replied. Which is the reason why you aren’t packing your things right now, Miss Jones.”
Ariane gulped. She wasn’t afraid of most anyone, but Bethany had a particular way of speaking that could cause shivers down most folks’ spines.
Bethany shuffled some papers on her desk before continuing. “That and Avery does need to be reminded every now and then that she isn’t immune to punishment for her actions that cost me money.”
Ariane jerked her thumb back towards the door. “I can go tie her up again-“
“No, you won’t.”
“Gotcha.”
The two went silent for another few moments before Ariane again broke the silence. “So, I had a couple of requests if I may?”
“Go on…”
The redhead nodded. “Well, Jenny wants a rematch after her ankle heals up, and I saw how the ref’s got injured in the last match as they couldn’t deal with a rampaging Jessica.” The Country Cowgirl’s eyes darkened considerably. “I don’t like what she did, how she hurt others, and hurt my friend.”
Bethany nodded. “I’m guessing you want a piece of her then?” she questioned.
Ariane shook her head. “No, that piece belongs to Jenny. I had a different idea for y’all.”
“And that would be?”
Ariane took a deep breath. “Special guest referee for the next Prison Yard rematch…with me as the referee.”
Bethany shook her head. “Jessica would never agree to it. Having the best friend of the wrestler she brutalized be the referee? Request denied.”
“I disagree.”
Bethany’s eyes darted back to the redhead. “…you have an idea to get her to agree?”
“Yep!” Ariane grinned darkly. “If she won, she’d get to do whatever she wanted in the ring for a minute.” When Bethany was about to interject, Ariane hurriedly continued. “That part of the match where I jumped in with my whip was the largest pop in the ratings for that match. That and I know Jessica wants a piece of me after what happened last match. This would keep all the referee’s safe from Jessica’s rampage, and boosts ratings, and your income might I add.”
Bethany mused the idea for a while.
“Plus,” Ariane added, “the hospital costs for Merle were quite high, and I’m sure the referee’s would probably want to call in sick for the rematch between these two. And I’ve saved the company a lot of money as backroom damage is down 50% since I’ve become Sheriff.”
The redhead happily did not include the costs of the destruction of the Santa’s Workshop from the December PPV in her figures, as that was technically not ‘backstage’.
Another minute of musing passed, before Bethany spoke again. “I…will agree to your requests on one condition. You can be the referee for the Prison Yard rematch, if you can show you can be a referee for a match at this upcoming PPV. I’ll discuss with a few of the women who may be interested in having a special guest referee. However, you will have to be perfect in your performance of your duties, or you will not get this opportunity. Got it?”
Ariane nodded. “Understood, Boss.”
The Dakotan Dark Horse turned to leave.
“Oh, one more thing, Ms Jones.”
The redhead turned to face her boss one more time. “Yeah boss?”
Bethany smirked. “One other requirement.”
“Oh?” Ariane’s right eyebrow arched. “And that is?”
“We’ve…got a certain concession request from a restaurant that is asking to provide food in our concession area. I will agree to their contract, only if you serve as a waitress for them on shows that you aren’t scheduled and during dark shows.”
“WAIT WHAT!?!?! I ain’t no waitress!” Ariane screamed, marching up to the desk and pounding it with a gloved hand.
Bethany held her hand up to silence the fiery redhead’s further tirade. “This isn’t a request. Consider it a publicity stunt. Besides, you’re the only one who can pull this off for us, and I’ll give you a bonus for doing this.”
That calmed down Ariane considerably, the redhead folding her arms across her chest, pushing her noticeable bust up within her red and black plaid top.
Bethany grinned. “Have you ever heard of ‘Twin Peaks’?”