Post by hawkeye on Mar 10, 2023 0:53:33 GMT
Ariane Jones
Ariane was patrolling the halls, just off her shift at the new Twin Peaks location at the concessions area of the FAWN arena. The shifts were starting to grow on her, as she got to jabberjaw with fans, didn’t even need to change her attire at all, and had gotten a healthy bonus with tips from the customers, albeit with an obligatory 50% sent to a special “Reconstruction Fund” for any future damage she may cause to the building.
Getting off early during the PPV in order to referee a match made the deal that much better. It had been an exciting match to referee, as well as slightly taxing, but worth it. She wasn’t sure of it, but it seemed like Danica didn’t appreciate her being there. The cowgirl mentally shrugged. It was done, Jenny would get her rematch, she’d be the referee to make sure nobody was too violently injured.
Win win all around.
Speaking of…the redhead spotted a good friend of hers, fresh of her own win around the world.
“Vic! How are y’all doing! Congrats on your win across the pond!”
Victoria Hackenschmidt
The statuesque blonde grinned at the sight of her friend. “Ari, quite nice to see you. And thank you for the praise. I see you are doing well?”
“Sure am! Glad to have ya back, girl!” The two embraced, Ariane giving the equivalent of a bearhug to her friend, lifting her up off the ground with a grin, before setting the taller woman back down. “So, what antics were y’all up to over there? I heard y’all really stomped some folks right good!”
Victoria nods happily, “The match went well, as you can see.” She hefts up her gleaming Intercontinental title belt, strewn across her right shoulder. “And was good to be in Berlin again; I was there many times at the start of my career and I got to see some family and childhood friends again.”
“That sounds like a wonderful time then. I’d reckon that they were all right proud of you for what you’ve accomplished.
“Ja,” Victoria replied, walking along with Ariane. “It would seem like you are taking time off?”
Ariane shook her head. “Training up Jenny for her rematch. Her ankle is finally better and she’s gotten doctor’s approval to train again. So I’ve been filling my time with work in catering, sheriffing, and some mischief.” The cowgirl’s eyes twinkled as a grin spread across her lips. “So…y’all get into any mischief in Germany?”
“Why would I do mischief?” came the reply.
“I dunno, maybe y’all met some childhood friends and had some fun. Any old flames ya meet up with over there?”
“I, uh…” Victoria stammered, a blush coming across her face. She had met up with friends and family, but no old flames. She looked across to her walking companion, just to notice Ariane’s eyes twinkling. “Why are you looking at me like tha-”
“OH YOU DID FIND SOMEONE DIDN’T YOU!” Ariane screamed, then hushed, grabbing Victoria and roughly yanking her through the nearby door into a vacant training hall. The redhead pulled along the larger woman until they were standing next to an empty ring then whirled on her. “Okay, you gotta spill to me on who y’all like!”
“What?” was all Victoria could blurt out, her mind trying to catch up to the dizzying quickness of where this conversation had gone in such a short space of time.
“Oh, I reckon y’all are probably more nervous and want to keep hush hush about their name. Alright, keep yer secrets, girl, but let me give you some advice, alright?”
“What?”
Ariane picked a small black book out of the back pocket of her denim shorts and began flipping through the pages really fast. “Okay, is this your first crush? Second? Third?”
“I haven’t…”
Ariane’s emerald eyes sparkled like gems. “Ooooh, okay, so for a first crush, let’s see what Trixie’s Little Black Book of Love states to try…”
Victoria was so far behind the curve it now looked like a straight line. “Trixie’s…what?”
“Her Little Black Book of Love,” Ariane said with a smile, holding it up for Victoria to see. She told me, ‘Ari, I love ya, but you have no sense of romance and don’t seem to have an alert to tell you when somebody is flirting with you. You need this.’ She then handed me this book. It’s a bit uh…risque with the pictures…”
Ariane’s face blushed as crimson as her hair before she hurriedly continued on. “But there is some really good advice on how to flirt with your crush, so I’m gonna help you out, Vic, with some good old fashioned roleplay!”
“...vhat?”
…………………………………………
A hallway down from the two romantically uninclined wrestlers, somebody well versed in the art of allure and seduction was storming through the backhalls of the FAWN arena. “Now where is she…of all the times she had to leave for a month!”
Danica Dadal
The blonde bombshell strutted through the backstage with a purpose, to find her former tag team partner and…and…
She wasn’t sure after that. FAWN’s IC champion had simply left one day, with an irate Danica berating Bethany about not including her in Vic’s plans, The Pitbull had her own for messing with Vic on Valentine’s Day.
But no…those were shot and now just as suddenly as she was gone, she was back.
And Danica was going to make sure she felt her fury!
A scream sounded out around the corner. Her interest piqued, Danica walked over then slowly poked her head around the corner, only for her eyes to lighten in flames as she watched that red-haired hussy cowgirl grabbing HER Victoria by the hand and dragging her into a nearby room.
“That…whore!” Danica thought, instantly setting off after them. “She thinks she can just waltz in and hog Vic all to herself when I was going to be giving her an earful?”
The raging Polish Pitbull marched straight to the door, but before shoving them open, halted, instead looking through the window within the door itself and placed her ear against the frame.
Her jaw dropped.
…………………………..
(Meanwhile, inside the room)
“Okay, so according to Trixie’s book,” Ariane began, after instructing her friend on what they’d be doing, to the anxiety of both. “In order to satisfy your crush and seduce them, you’ll need use your assets to your advantage, and let them know you’re interested.”
Victoria, at the mention of the word ‘assets’ instinctively looked down at Ariane’s mammoth mammaries and blushed hard. She missed the rest of what was said completely. Something about tracing?”
“You ready?” Ariane’s voice cut through Vic’s thoughts.
“Uh, yes,” Victoria replied, not wanting to seem rude towards her friend.
“Alright, so, let’s try this out…” The redhead took a few steps back, breathed in deep, then stood up straight.
(Back outside at the door)
Danica watched as Ariane slowly walked towards HER Vic, the redhead subtly sashaying before coming to a bouncing stop in front of the German. “Is she trying to seduce Vic?” Danica grumbled, growing more irate by the second. Her anger heated to new levels as she saw Ariane give the slightly taller blonde a long, sensual, hug, followed by the redhead tracing her fingers along Victoria’s arm.”
(Back inside the room)
“Okay, I think I’m supposed to do it like this?” Ariane said haltingly, trying to fumble her fingers down Vic’s arm. “I guess this probably requires practice?” she added with a nervous chuckle.
The Deutschland Destroyer could only mumble a few words, feeling herself heating up at the close proximity her friend held to her. “Uh…Ari…”
Ariane jumped at the sudden sound, moving back a step from her friend.
“Oh, was I doing that wrong?” the Dakotan asked. “Maybe we should move on to the next step Trixie said was good to do?”
Victoria slowly nodded, again too embarrassed by missing the instructions to deny her friend her help.
(Back outside at the door)
“Good for you, Vic! Stand up for yourself against that slut,” Danica spat through grinding teeth. She had watched Vic say something and Ariane to jump back. “Probably just told the whore to back off,” she grumbled, trying her best to both watch and hear anything happening in the room. “Hopefully she leaves and…what the hell!?”
Danica’s jaw dropped when Ariane did exactly opposite of what the blonde was hoping for. The redhead slowly moved back towards Victoria, whose back was against the ring post, before placing her hussy hands all over Vic’s chest and moving them up, wrapping them around Vic’s neck before leaning in to rest her head against Vic’s chest, her head facing away from the blonde watching.
(Back inside the room)
“Well…this is awkward…” Ariane said bluntly.
“I would agree…” stammered a very beet-red Victoria, who was now sporting the same shade as Ariane’s hair.
“I uh..I reckon this would feel better with your crush, wouldn’t it,” Ariane said with a nervous chuckle. “I don’t think this feels as good as it would with them for you, righ-”
A loud bang sounded, jolting both romance roleplayers from their spot as an angry Danica Dadal stormed into the room, making a beeline for the pair.
“YOU BITCH!”
Inside Bethany Christian’s Office
The CEO of FAWN was currently watching a match play out for the PPV from her office when a nagging feeling of dread flooded over her. A minor headache began to form, which a quick pain pill and glass of water would hopefully fix. “Been getting these way too often…” she muttered.
(Back inside the room)
“Danica?” Victoria stammered, looking at the raging blonde heading straight toward the pair.
Ariane looked over at the incoming missile of fury, instantly cautious over the last time she had met the buxom blonde in the presence of Vic.
“Why you no good, dirty, redhaired whore!” Danica screamed, rearing her hand back before sending it forth in FAWN’s most notorious and brutal slap.
CCCrrrraaaaackkkkk!
The slap smashed into the woman’s cheek with brutal force, dazing the gal and causing her to stumble back into the steel steps of the ring, then tumble over top of them, only her steely gams remaining to be seen.
Danica stared down at Victoria in shock.
from her ducking position, Ariane was horrified. She’d managed to barely dodge the blow, only for it to slam full force into the IC champion’s face.
A moment of silence happened before all hell broke loose.
“You good for nothing varmint!”
Ariane, still ducking, used her coiled legs to spring forward in an improvised spear, tackling the blonde to the ground. “What the heck is your problem!” she yelled, straddling the smaller woman. Recovering from her own shock of hitting her Vic, Danica snapped her attention to the redhead above her.
“My problem is you! You’re trying to get a meal ticket but the service is closed!” The Polish Pitbull grabbed a hold of Ariane’s luscious locks of red and pulled her head forward into a nasty-sounding headbutt. The blow slightly dazed the cowgirl, the hit being nearly as hard as those Rue Ann had given her months before. Ariane responded with a punch to the face, though a second was deflected as Danica tried to roll the two of them over.
(Outside the Training Room)
“I’m glad that I was able to meet you.”
“Same to you!”
Cassava Onika
Jenny Goodale
The mismatched pair of diminutive wrestlers laughed as they walked down the hall. They’d met in a briefing room for the PPV, sitting next to one another and became fast friends. Onika had been giving Jenny a history of FAWN for the newbie’s knowledge, while Jenny had been regaling Cassava with tales from ANDW.
Their walk toward the training room was interrupted by several screams of rage inside. Pace quickening, the two almost reached the door when it burst open, a livid, groaning Ariane being tackled through it by a screaming Danica, the former having the latter in a sleeper hold while the latter had the redhead in a crushing bearhug.
Flailing limbs and bodies hit the ground in the middle of the hallways, as Danica landed atop Ariane and began to try and smother out the redhead.
“You’ve thought you’re all that and shit!” Danica roared.
From her position, Ariane couldn’t reply back, so instead replied with several closed fists to the side of the blonde’s face.
Jenny and Cassava blinked in shock at the sight before them for several moments. Only when a scream sounded as Ariane got her legs around the smaller woman and started to squeeze, did the pair get shocked from their stunned stupor. The two rushed in, trying their best to separate the battling babes.
Jenny grabbed for Ariane, trying to pull her friend away, only for a stray slap from Danica to catch her right in the chest, spinning her away, clutching her breast in pain. A
Cassava had little luck too, as when she finally managed to pull Danica from underneath the cowgirl, Ariane pushed forward, cracking the back of her head into the underside of Onika’s chin.
Cassava and Jenny rejoined the brawl, though another few errant strikes soon had them throwing fists as well. Cassava had Ariane under her, as the cowgirl bucked for breath. Jenny was yanking on Cassava’s arm to pull her off her friend. Dadal had just taken a kick from Ariane in the gut, and was gasping for breath, and…
“ENOUGH!!!”
The four women halted immediately at the booming voice of the FAWN Intercontinental Champion, standing regally in the doorframe, eyes glaring daggers into all four women. Without another word, Cassava got off her perch, Ariane sucking in gasps of air, while Jenny slid away from Onika.
“Vic!” Danica shouted, going to stand, only to be halted by a glare from her friend.
“Danica…we will have words,” was all she said before her attention was turned to the new additions to this debacle. “Cassava and Jenny, when did you get involved?”
Jenny slips over to help her new partner Ariane up as Cassava crosses over to the emptier side of the hallway, having no official tag partner in this brawl and wanting no part of this high school-esque drama.
“Me and Cassva were having a nice chat when I saw this rabid dog,” Goodale pointed to the simmering Danica, who was straining trying not to rip the deputy in half for fear of losing more face in front of Victoria, “trying to rip a chunk outta my sheriff! And then she attacked us for trying to break it up!”
“To be fair, they both wanted to keep fighting,” Cassava interjects with an even tone but clearly giving the lone ginger of the group a touch of side-eye.
“Matters not to me who started this brawl,” Victoria said slowly, with authority. “Cease it now.” She turned to face Ariane. “It was good to catch up. Danica,” she turned to her former tag partner. “Now we will have our talk.”
Victoria formed up with Danica, leaving her former Squire away as Jenny went to help Ariane up. The petite blonde glanced over at Cassava. “It was nice meeting you. Sorry all, uh, this happened.”
Cassava nodded at the former gymnast. “Just keep your guard dog on a lease,” she finally said, walking into the gym, leaving the Sheriff and Deputy the only ones left in the hall.