Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2023 1:30:28 GMT
The last FAWN match had left the crowd in a hyped up mood, the action raising their excitement for the match that was about to come. The large jumbotron at the front of the stage blinked into life, showing the interior of a restaurant looking area. Many tables and chairs were set up around the area, with a large area in the center cleared out with ring ropes set up as well. Half the establishment was decked out in orange and black, with Hooters flags and paraphernalia decorating the walls and tables, while the other half was set up with red and black plaid tablecloths and a massive Twin Peaks banner on the wall.
“The next match is a Restaurant Grudge Match scheduled for one fall! First is your Country Cowgirl. The Black Hills Beauty and your Sheriff of FAWN. Standing five foot, nine inches and weighing in at 150lbs, she is…Ariane, Sophie, Jones!”
A loud cheer went up as the lights dimmed. A recognizable guitar chord twanged within the arena, the crowd roaring quickly into a crescendo of hoots and hollers, and several yeehaws, as the Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared on the jumbotron entering into the restaurant arena from the Twin Peaks entrance.
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 walking her way down a walkway and sliding between the set up ropes.
Ariane grinned as she looked around the restaurant. “Dang, Bethany really went all out on this match. Guess she really is pushing this restaurant server gig.”
She’d been working as a server part time during shows at a temporary Twin Peaks restaurant set up in the FAWN arena building. Though just a few weeks before, just a few yards away, another restaurant was reinvented overnight into a Hooters, with Danica Dadal being the lead waitress there. The cross promotion with FAWN has been a great success for both restaurants; customers flock to each eatery the day they have a chance of being served by a famous, beautiful wrestler. Bethany even exppanded the deals to include some Jungle talent in exchange for time on on the main roster.
In show of support for her new friend Ariane, Victoria Hackenschmidt has stopped by many times as a patron, and each time Victoria had come to visit, the tension coming from the Hooter’s side was palpable. Finally, just last week, Ariane was informed she had been challenged to a Restaurant Grudge Match against a mystery opponent.
She didn’t understand it, but she was raring for any challenge, and readied herself for whoever it would be she’d be facing.
“Hope y’all are having a good night, Merle,” Ariane said as she went to get patted down by the referee.
Merle nodded. “Haven’t been hit yet today. And I’ve heard you brought some smoked bear jerky tonight?”
There was a twinkle in Ariane’s eyes. “You betcha! Gotta hurry after your matches so you can grab some before it all disappears.”
Merle nodded, and upon finishing his patdown, motioned for Ariane to temporarily leave the ring. The cowgirl removed her chaps, hat and vest, the latter revealing that on the back of her shirt was a “Twin Peaks” logo, a gesture to her part time gig that Bethany had hired her for. She hung out in her corner, Merle moving to the middle of the ‘ring’ as the doors to the Hooter’s side of the area opened.
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
Recognizing the foulthouthed hiphop theme, Ariane knew who she was facing before they stepped into view. “Oooh dang it! Of course it’s you.”
Representing Hooters in this row will be the ex-Squire to Victoria’s Knight, and now self-appointed arch enemy of Ariane, Danica Dadal! The diminutive yet busty blonde struts out with her usual swagger and ponytail swinging, but the playful smirk on her elfin face is undercut by the intensity Danica’s eyes. “Who else would it be, Ginger Grimes? We got beef!”
Jones was lucky that her standard ring attire aligned so closely with the Twin Peaks uniform, whereas Dadal had to do a complete overhaul. White wrestling shoes instead of boots, flesh colored pantyhose covers her silky stems leading to a pair of bright orange booty shorts. The trademark Hooters white sleeveless T looks splendid on Dadal’s form, the orange Os that make up the mascot owl’s eyes have never been so stretched out as they are over Danica’s massive rack.
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
Danica’s glare never left Ariane as she made her way to the center of the improvised ring. “I’m finally going to put you in your place,” the blonde shot at the redhead, jumping up and down to begin her stretching before the referee had time to pat her down.
“What in tarnation do you mean by that?” Ariane asked. “You mean how you’ve randomly been attacking me the past few months?”
The Polish Pitbull stabbed a finger in the air towards Ariane, nearly taking Merle’s eye out as he moved up to pat her down. “You think you can just waltz in here, and take what is mine without me beating your ass?”
“I haven’t taken anything of yours.”
“And you never will,” Dadal shot back. “No hoedown hussy is going to take-”
“What did you call me?”
The blonde halted mid-sentence as Ariane’s semi-jovial tone turned icier than a glacier, her eyes narrowing. Merle took this halt to finish the pat down before Danica took several steps forward.
“You heard me.” She declared. “And tonight I’m going to prove to everyone where your place is.”
Merle stepping between the two furious fighters to keep them separated as Ariane stepped forward. “And where might that be, hmm? Beating your blonde bimbo butt back to whatever cowpie you’ve crawled out from under?”
“You won’t get the chance!” Danica tries to chest up to the redhead, too blinded by anger to remember Merle’s in the way and putting him in the awkward, and enviable position of being sandwiched between the two ladies. “You’ll be getting shipped back to the farm belt in a truck with the rest of the cows!”
Ariane’s about to blow a gasket. “YOU LITTLE!-”
“Now hang on!” Merle shows a rare moment of steel shoots his arms out, finally breaking up the pair with a hand on their clavicles, a slight miscalculation and he could have an HR issue on his hands. “Unless you two go to your corners and let start this match properly, I will throw this fight out!”
At this point Ariane could skip the whole match and just throw down with this hussy right now, but as the sheriff of FAWN Ariane must set an example and she reluctantly steps away. She points two finger to eyes then points to Danica, “I’ll see you in a minute.” Danica scoffs and walks away, disrespectfully showing her back to her opponent. Merle sighs and puts a palm to his forehead. “Gonna be one of those matches…” and goes to pat down Dadal. Throughout the inspection, Daddy Dadal eyes never break from the ginger’s. Now with his pre-match duties FINALLY done, Merle stands at center ring and motions for the bell.
DINGDING!!
The waitresses burst out of their corners ready to get bloody in this restaurant war! It’s all clubbing fists in the opening seconds, a heated brawl that fits some over-served customers than professional wrestlers. Ariane’s superior height and strength start to break the stalemate and lands a blow across Danica’s jaw that stuns the Lightweight for a moment, long enough for Ariane to take her by the ears and pull her into a melon crushing headscissors.
Jones pulses her smooth thighs to wring a whine out of the Hooters hostess, “It’s about time someone taught you some manners!” The Twin Peaks Powerhouse gives Dadal a chidding smack on the bum before flipping her opponent up her body for a Powerbomb- Danica proves too slippery and rolls out of her grasp and down Jones’ back onto her feet. Danica gives a gaudy, retaliatory double-palm clap to Ariane’s backside making the redhead squawk and turn around indignantly just to get a Knife-Edge Chop to the flannel covered chest.
“And I’m about to teach you not to mess with a Pitbull!”
Danica reaches up to grab her taller foe by the back of her neck and slams a fusilade of Forearm Shivers into Ariane’s pale breasts. After tenderizing the Black Hills, Danica flattens them and maybe Ariane’s nose with a Sit-Out Facebuster.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tomRsejZZCY&t=34s
Danica leaps back and spreads her legs out wide; she lands on her pert patootie while Ariane gets a much more brutal meeting with the ring floor. Danica quickly rolls backward onto her feet and pops up as Ariane bleats and rolls face up, Danica high speeds it to the ropes and springs back into a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Leg Drop across Ariane’s chest. The LAW wrestler repeats the move twice more, dropping that scythe of a leg on the Sheriff’s jubblies. To the more informed fan aware of all the bad blood between the two, it seems like Dadal is stating to Hackenschmidt who has the superior pair.
“Gonna send you back to Twin Peaks in a doggy bag,” threatens Dadal after a pacifying stomp on Jones forehead, “Assuming there’s anything left after I’m done. Daddy bounds over to the nearest corner and jumps into a perch on the top buckle, before shuffling to face the ring she calls out to the crowd, “Want to see this Hooter fly!?” and gets a rowdy cheer in return. Danica pumps the ropes for extra power and takes flight like a busty owl, getting some Sensational height before she descends- and is caught by a risen Ariane! The trapped Lightweight squirms in Ariane’s arms as she sprints back to the corner, Ariane growls, “I’m getting tired of your sass!” and rocks Danica’s tiny frame with a bodyslam into the buckles. The Sheriff presses close to keep her mouthy adversary nice and squished in the corner as she works her legs into a knot under the top turnbuckle.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice where you’re aiming,” Ariane pumps a knee between Dadal’s eyes before using those long stems to sprint to the far corner. Backing into the buckles herself, Ariane swings an imaginary lasso in the air, “Y’all want to see the wrong way to milk a cow? The FAWNatics have no idea what to expect but they’re excited! Jones bursts out of the corner at top speed, getting those knees high as she blazes across the ring and launches into a deadly Dropkick that smacks the soles of her cowgirl boots against Danica’s upside down teats!
UDDER DESTRUCTION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSw0iuksykI
The move’s name matches the shocked look and destruction waged on Danica’s dandies. The blonde flopped to the ground, her arms wrapped around her tits as if releasing would have them fall off. Ariane rolled to her feet, making her way to the corner and releasing a flurry of stomps onto the grounded Hooter girl, making her wreathe in pain on the mat. Eventually the cowgirl seemed to have had enough of tenderizing Danica’s back, and hefted her up, tossing her bodily into the corner. “Tenderized the back, now time for the front.”
“WaaaYEAAAGHHHHH!!!”
Danica screamed out in anguish as Ariane released her full fury in the form of fast and efficient chops to Danica’s danglies, alternating between hits from beneath and above. The crowd was given a show for the ages as Danica’s shirt, already bursting at the seams, was stretched nearly beyond repair, and several inches of underboob shown each time they were chopped up to the sky.
“Battered and beaten bags of meat and fat. Perfect tenderization,” Ariane cooed, hauling the pain wracked pitbull from the corner by her hair, a rather un-Ariane like move. “Youv’e ticked me off something fierce, so let’s give you something to wail about.
Ariane yanked back on Danica’s blonde tresses, then lifted her right leg high into the air, slamming it down straight onto her girls in a Stony Hollow.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qRrjdLc8Cw
Many of the women in the audience and in the back winced from the slam that dropped Danica to the mat. Ariane leaned back onto her elbows, allowing her leg to lay draped across Danica’s prodigious chest. “She’s cooked, Merle.”
Merle leaned in and began the count.
“One!”
“Tw—Noooooooo!!”
Danica gained life in her eyes, kicking out fiercely. Ariane shook her head. “I guess she still needs a few minutes of getting smoked.” Hefting the blonde up, Ariane held onto both of her arms with a grin that would make coyote worry. “Showtime!”
The cowgirl dashed forward like an angry bull, smashing her knee straight into Danica’s face in a Kamigoye that left Dadal an oozing puddle in the center of the ring. “That should do it,” the redhead said, this time making sure to get Danica into a proper pin with a raised leg.
Merle dutifully went down to begin the count.
“One…!
“Two…!
“Th—” NO! Kickout!”
Ariane’s grin faltered slightly. “Dang it girl. Do I have to grill ya until you’re well done?”
Again, rising to her feet, the freckled fighter grabbed her by her shoulder. “Upsie daissyyyyyy!”
The cowgirl’s words jolted several octaves, until only nearby dogs could make out what the cowgirl was singing. Danica grinned, holding her arm in between Ariane’s stems where she had low-blowed her hard enough to lift the taller woman off the ground.
And when she dropped her arm, Ariane dropped to the mat like a heavy bag of chicken feed. Danica paused to catch her breath and rub her chest, wincing at the touch. She sent a glare to Ariane, who was face down, butt up in the center of the ring.
Without a feeling of guilt, the blonde bombshell grabbed a healthy chunk of crimson hair and yanked up, gaining an awkward cry from the cowgirl. “What was it, upsie daisy, bitch?” Switching one hand to Ariane’ neck, she sent her other hand between the Dakotan’s legs, gripping extra tight bringing yet another strangled cry from Ariane, before dropping the Sheriff on her neck and back with a brutal-looking Burning Hammer.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppSMHsGyOTU&t=77s
The redhead flops to her side before rolling off into a corner, still coming to terms with what had happened to her. “I told you not to mess with me! Vic deserves better than you!” Danica screamed towards the mess of a wrestler hauling herself up into the corner. Breaking into a rage fueled run, Danica rushed towards the cowgirl, before letting loose a brutal dropkick, a foot for each of Ariane’s well-endowed girls.
Ariane felt like her back had broken from the snap that sounded through the arena as she impacted the corner post. For her part, Dadal looked happy with the results. “Looks like your twin peaks have become molehills. Vic doesn’t like rodents either.”
The Polish Pitbull adjusted her top, which in her run had nearly uncovered herself, much to the annoyance of the fans watching the fight. “Time to show you your place, which is beneath your daddy!”
The crowd roared its approval as Danice made her way to the nearby turnbuckle and climbed up. “Night, night, knucklehead.”
Danica leaped, soaring through the air towards a dizzy Ariane, who was just noticing the impending doom a second too late as Danica connected an “I’m Your Daddy” directly into Ariane’s already battered breasts.
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Another crack sounded as the redhead’s back smashed against the corner pads, though only for a second before she slumped forward, face-planting between her legs.
“Oh no…You’re not falling asleep that way,” Danica growled. “You’re getting special treatment.”
With another tug of her long red locks, Danica slammed Ariane’s head back into the middle turnbuckle. Danice crawled forward, her chest inches from Ariane’s face, the crowd’s realizing what was coming. The cheers grew as Danica pressed her chest into Ariane’s face.
The front smother lasted only a few seconds before Dadal frowned. “This isn’t working…”
Danica leaned back, pressed both hands against her strained Hooter’s shirt and…
RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!!
The FAWNatics roared their approval as Danica’s prodigious hooters were finally released from their prison now revelaed in a miniscule white bikini top. “Ah, all the better to smother you with.”
Ariane looked up just in time to see two creamy milkers dropped onto her face. The cowgirl’s arms and legs flailed as Danica locked in the smother, the redhead’s face nearly disappearing between the two massive mammaries. Trapped in the endless dark ocean of Danica’s cleavage, Ariane found oxygen in short supply and running out fast! Danica seals the Front Sleeper even tighter by grabbing her own elbows and pressing Jones’ nose flat against her sternum, a burst of panic goes off in the Black Hills Beauty, and she starts slapping and beating at Dadal’s flanks; in a standard match she’d grab the rope to break the hold, but that’s not an option here. The Polish Pitbull grimaces at desperate offence but keeps her opponent in Juggville, even rolling her shoulders to rub her bounty and dominance against Ariane’s face. The cowgirl’s clawing hands eventually slow and slide down Danica’s back to rest at the berserker’s waist.
“At last, no more of that hillbilly screeching,” Danica sighs contently, “I’ll celebrate this win by by buying everyone in the crowd a basket of wings and- hey! What are you doing!?”
Ariane’s arms grow tight around Danica’s waist, and with her face still submerged between the LAW wrestler’s breasts, lumbers to her feet with her opponent in a spine-crinkling Bearhug. Danica’s about to add a Bodyscissors to cut this comeback off at the pass but is a half second too slow; Ariane violently spins and lurches to the side, squashing Danica between herself and the ring floor with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Dadal arms pop open when she’s splattered on the canvas like a bug on a windshield, allowing Ariane to pull her face away from the Polish puppies and inhale some precious air.
Her face as red as her hair, Ariane takes in raspy breaths as she rises to her feet with the resisting Lightweight still in her arms. She threatens Danica with a voice raspy from suffocation, ”You wanna give these great people some terrible Hooters wings? I think they’d prefer a Triple Play!”
At the mention of Twin Peaks' signature nachos, Jones hurls themselves onto the mat again, squashing Danica with another Belly-to-Belly. And it looks like Jones isn’t done yet; she stands yet again with Bearhug intact, now with Danica hanging loose in her grasp. A squeeze makes the blonde hiss and collapse against Ariane, cheek to cheek. For Suplex number 3, Ariane changes from rolling to overhead, falling backward and slinging her jealous cargo across the ring into a thudding landing on her back.
AMBER WAVES OF PAIN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
“Wheww!” Jones sits up and wipes away the sweat on her brow with the back of her hand, “Showing a punk her place is hard work.” She speedily crawls over and covers Danica with a Backpress pin, collecting both of Danica’s legs behind the knees and pulling them in deep to show off the pipsqueak's nylons and orange-clad booty to the camera.
One! Two! T-Noo!!!
“Oww!”
Dadal escapes defeat with a giant buck of her legs and a giant yank of Ariane’s hair! Infuriated by the catty tactics, Ariane rolls onto her knees by Dadal’s head and force-feeds the brat some knuckle sandwiches. She beats the Lightweight about the face about a half-dozen times before she’s satisfied and pushes a jellied Danica onto her front. “You wanna get rude? I’ll get nasty.” Jones grabs the Polish Pitbull by the ponytail and uses it as a leash to drag Danica to the nearest corner. The smaller wrestler is brought back to full consciousness by the sharp pull on her scalp and is forced to go on all fours and be dog-walked to the destination, her large breasts swaying with each ‘step’.
Jones backs into the turnbuckles and uses the ropes as steps to a seat on the top buckle. She drags Danica upright by the hair and, after a short Headbutt to the bridge of Danica’s pixie-like nose, Ariane forces the Lightweight to bend over and flip up into a Powerbomb stall position. The fans in the room and the thousands watching on the FAWNtron ‘oooOHHH’ in unison, watching Jones balancing the top-heavy Kylie Sanders as she rises another level to stand on the top ropes. Hidden under the din of the FAWNatics, the corner creaks as it strains under the weight of the two women. Meanwhile, wrestling move nerds ready their phones to capture another instance of Ariane's rarely used and very effective Avalanche Powerbomb.
BARNBURNER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQi8R3l2yKo
Fun fact; the ring being used for the Restaurant Grudge Match was not built by FAWN technicians. Because of intense negotiations between Twin Peaks and Hooters in order to rule out any possible favouritism from FAWN, the chains hired a fourth party to build the ring, one that specializes in wrestling events in bars and festivals, one that took pride being one of the cheapest options on the market. Following this match, both restaurants will be far more willing to trust FAWN to build the ring.
CCCRRRRREAAAAKKRRAASSH!!!
OOOOHHHHH!!!!
In a freak show of equipment failure, the ring post buckles under The Pitbull’s and the Sheriff’s weight and topples over! The shocked women fall along the post’s arc; Ariane’s instinct is to keep the Powerbomb ready, but as they angle in the air, it becomes more like Dadal’s about to hit the most powerful Seated Senton of all time! They avoid injury thanks to the lucky placement of the timekeeper’s table, which gets DESTROYED upon impact. Ariane gets the worst of the landing, having gone through the table first and her face acting as a cushion for Danica’s rear, The bosomy beauty may not be packing as much downstairs as she does upstairs, but from that height, she’s packing power in her buns similar to Cassava Onika!
That didn’t mean that Danica escaped harm either. Her cushiony seat of Ariane’s chest and face lasted only a moment as she rolled off and directly into a nearby table of food and drink, headfirst. The pitcher of amber liquid tipped then dropped onto her head, drenching her in the liquid and making her see hooters flying around her head.
Merle could only stare on in shock at the two downed demolishers, lasting several seconds before he remembered he was still the referee for the match and began counting the two dazed ladies out.
“One!”
“Two!!”
“Three!”
The two women began to stir, groaning in pain nearly in tandem.
“Four!!!!”
“Five!!!!!”
Danica was the first to fully awaken, blinking her eyes as she realized her orange and white outfit was now a nice light brown. “Oh what the hell is this?”
“Six!!!!”
Ariane stirred, rolling onto her front and beginning to push herself to her knees. “Dang it. What whale hit me…”
“Seven!!”
“WHALE?!” Danica screamed, scrambling to her feet and slapping the redhead across the face. “You’re the fat cow that broke the ring!” Ariane, who had reached her knees, was rocked backwards by the slap. Now fully awake, the cowgirl growled, curled her fist and socked Danica with a brutal uppercut to the gut.
Merle was about to make it to eight when the two women began sending sledgehammer blows into one another with a reckless abandon that any bar brawler would appreciate. Ariane managed to gain the upper hand, literally, when she grabbed a hold of the blonde brawler by her neck, and chokeslammed her onto a table covered with the announcer’s meals for after the match.
The plates of nachos, wings and flagons of beer instead became the latest decorations on Danica’s bikini top and remnants of her shirt. “Crap looks good on y’all,” Ariane said as she stalked forward.
“Better on you!” Dadal screamed back, tossing a somehow spared glass of ale into the redhead’s face. The now blinded auburn haired jugg-ernaut stumbled forward, right into a pair of kicks to her jugs. The blow knocked the Dakotan through the air and directly into a large keg, the Twin Peaks brawler crumbling to the ground beneath its tap.
Danica stalked her prey, grinning like a cheshire cat as she got an idea. “Your turn, bitch!”
With that, she turned on the tap.
Beer flooded out, directly into Ariane’s face. She spluttered out as the ice cold liquid shot straight off her face and down into her shirt. She looked up only to receive a mouthful of amber ale.
Meanwhile in Bethany’s Office
Ms Christian glared at the screen as she watched more and more of the barrel empty. “That costs $15 a shot…please don’t waste all of it…”
Back at the Brawl
Danica watched the last of the draft beer leak out of the open tap before she looked at the price on the side of the barrel. “Fifteen dollars a shot? Way too pricey for a hussy like you.” Beneath her lay Ariane, drenched from her head to her boots, and coughing, spluttering and gagging on all the beer she’d just been doused by. “Awwwww, has the wittle cow had her drink and need a nappy time?”
Ariane swiped at her, but missed. Growling, she got up to one knee, then two and…
…was all she got before Danica flung herself towards the redhead, sending one leg into her stomach and another behind her legs, expertly flipping the larger woman onto her back, then tying her leg around Ariane’s neck. A quick grab of an arm and another flip, and Danica locked in her signature move, the Bear Trap.
“Bear Trap” youtu.be/MZ2wqBTKHtw?t=10
“Come on, admit that I’m better and you are nothing!”
The cowgirl grit her teeth, trying to keep back a scream of pain at the brutal submission hold. Merle, deciding that even without a ring, he could still perform his duties, ran up to the two, dodging broken chairs, thrown food and nearly slipping on the beer covered floor.
“Ariane, do you submit?”
“Dang it…NOOoooooooooahhhhhh!!”
Her defiant response worked into a scream of pain as the Polish Pitbull further wrenched on the American’s arm.
“Just give up and let Vic see how much of a pussy you really are!” Danica shouted, wrenching even harder on Ariane’s stems. Though as she found out, it might have been the worst thing to do.
The gallons of liquid coating Ariane’s body was slick and slippery. One large wrench of the redhead’s arm, led to Danica’s leg slipping from around Ariane’s head. Ariane’s head and upper body popped out of the hold, her hair flipping like behind her like she was in watery commercial, her eyes ablaze with rage.
Danica noticed the compromising position she was in a little too late, offering a nervous smile as the redhead grabbed a hold of Daddy Dadal’s other arm.
“Oh, y’all have earned a whoopin’ now, girl.”
With the ease of lifting a bale of hay, Ariane hefted Danica into the air in front of her, then in a show of athleticism, even after the beating she had already taken, wrapped her arms around Danica’s midsection in the second bear hug of the night.
The irony of her Bear Trap being switched on her wasn’t lost on Dadal, who beat on Ariane’s back to release her.
Ariane had other plans.
With a roar, Ariane charged forward blindly, stumbling somewhat but building a heavy head of steam, heading towards who knows where.
Who knows where ended up being the door to the restaurant.
The wood shattered upon impact, the two women smashing through it like it was cardboard. Ariane stumbled over the debris, ending up slamming Danica onto the ground. Several other events happened in quick succession.
The fans that had been in the hallway, were stunned silent as the two women burst through a pair of double doors.
Ariane tied an arm up around Danica’s leg, hefting it up into a tired pin.
Merle stumbled through the door and began a pin count.
And Bethany Christian nearly had an aneurysm. “THOSE DOORS WERE FINE MAHOGANY!”
Merle began his count.
One!
Two!!
THR-NOOOOOO!!!!
Danica sprung to life at the last second, rolling onto her side, gasping from breath, before reaching behind her to hold her back.
The Beauty of the Black Hills grumbled at the broken pin, but wasn’t dissuaded from her goal. If it took a little more to put this pint sized person in her place, then so be it.
“You’ve been a thorn in my side long enough, Danica,” began Ariane as she got to her feet. “Don’t know why you’re after me, or Vic, or whate-”
The redhead halted midsection, not by choice, but by force. As she was pulling Danica up, the blonde grabbed the back of Ariane’s luscious locks and dropped to her prodigious posterior in a teeth rattling chincheck.
Straightening like a tall redwood, Ariane was left seeing stars as Danica got up, then after backing up, barreled forward and leapt high for a second seated senton of the night. Though not as powerful as the first, the second caught Ariane completely flatfooted, felling the redhead with Danica riding Ariane’s mammoth milkers all the way down to the ground.
All the breath was knocked out of her as she hit the ground, Dadal riding atop her chest like it was her own personal saddle. Her left flopped up from the impact…
…of which Danica quickly grabbed both and stood. In a very impressive display of strength, the Polish Pitbull lived up to her nickname as she positioned Ariane upside down, before landing a brutal-looking Dudebuster, using Ariane’s face as her own personal throne for the third time of the night.
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“Count her out, Ref!” Danica said from her perch, still holding her dazed opponent’s legs. Merle slid in and began the count.
One!
TWO!!
THRE—-NOOOOO!!! Wait!!!
With barely a hair’s breadth from victory, Danica felt why Ariane was the current leg press record holder at FAWN. Dadal’s grip on Jones’ stems backfired spectacularly as the redhead use her strength to reverse the pin, dragging Danica backwards and suddenly leaving her on her back with Ariane in the pinning position.
“Count her out,” Ariane snarls, her usual nice demeanor now long gone.
Again Merle began the count.
One!
Two!!
Thr–Noooo!!! Kickout!!
Danica managed to slip out of the hold, rebounding onto her back, leaving a now irate Ariane slapping the tiled floor. “Confound it all! Just go down!”
“Like hell I will.”
The two grappling goddesses got to their feet, looking much the worse for wear. Danica had completely lost the shreds of her top, leaving her now only in her stained, white bikini and orange briefs, flecks of food found frightening frequently on her face and hair. Ariane was still drenched, her plaid top sagging, leaving her jugs wobbling and waving back and forth tantalizingly in her top.
The two pugilists circled each other warily, security finally arriving to clear the hallway of onlookers so the match wouldn’t be interrupted. Finally, both made a move.
Ariane went for a lock and collar, while Danica went with the most tried and true form of brawling…a sucker punch.
The hit caught Ariane square in the jaw, spinning her around enough to where her back was facing away from Dadal, who in her rage used the second most tried and true form of brawling…a low blow.
Ariane’s lips opened, yet not a sound was heard as Danica’s low blow found its mark. All the redhead could do was stumble forward as the arm was dropped, clutching her nethers in the worst pain imaginable.
For her part, Danica was overjoyed by the effects of the blow. “Is that how you make a steer at your ranch, cowhore?”
Slowly turning around, the first thing that met the cowgirl’s gaze, were two knees to her face as Danica smashed into her with a Meteora. Again, the cowgirl was rocked, this time, tumbling backwards into a door…
…or would have, had a fan unwittingly tried to exit the arena at that exact moment. The fan, Ariane and the fan’s drink went crashing back through the door in that order, soaking the auburn-haired wrestler a second time, this time with diet coke. Everyone nearby who had been watching the match on the large jumbotron, instantly turned in their seats as spotlights switched to highlight the two women now fighting at the mid-level of the stadium seating.
Ariane gagged.
“Who likes coke…” she coughed, groaning as tried to shake off the sticky syrupy soda from herself. “We need Dr Pepper…”
“You’re going to need a doctor when I’m done with you!” Danica roared as she made her way through the door after her opponent. “Victoria won’t see a single thing in you after what I do to you!”
“What madness are you going on about now,” Ariane growled, slowly getting to her feet as Danica approached. The blonde halted, her eye twitching.
“Madness?”
Ariane paused. “What the…”
Danica screamed.
“This…IS….FOR VIC!!!”
In what would go down as the Spot of the Match, Danica ran up and delivered Ariane’s own finisher move against her, the Cowgirl Kick.
Cowgirl Kick - www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITCokLdsGoU&t=13s
The reason why it became the Spot of the Match became clear as Ariane’s head snapped back, she teetered backwards, then fell…
…and began tumbling down the three stories of stairs towards the arena floor. Head over heels, flipping, somersaulting…the redhead brutally beat her body against nearly every step in a wicked looking version of a human pachinko game. It wasn’t until one of her legs caught on the edge of a seat, that her momentum shifted enough that her next tumble sent her crashing into the back of a fan’s head who was just about to enjoy his nachos. Her momentum flipped her up and over that fan, and into the lap of the woman sitting in front of him.
“What kind of Sheriff are you?” Danica taunts as she scampers down the steps she freshly tossed Ariane down, “Laying down on the job and in public no less. You’re gonna lose your badge for this.” The Beautiful Berserker quickly makes her way past the cheering fans standing in their seats to her bruised and woozy prey and grabs a fistful of Ariane’s once luxurious red hair, now coated in too many food substances to list, and pulls her off that fan’s lap. “Maybe that Goodale squirt needs to request a new partner that isn’t so lazBLLRCQ!?”
As she’s brought to her feet Ariane sneakily takes an offered serving of nachos from a helpful FAWNatic in a La Sombra T-shirt and mashes the the concoction of hot cheese, chili and tortilla chips in Danica’s face! Ariane keeps that paper plate pressed to the bosomy brute’s face, smearing it all over as she forces Danica to back out of the row of fans into the stairs. As soon as Danica’s backed into the cement steps, Jones uses her free fist to pummel the Daddy’s up and down her midsection.
“You’re working my last nerve, little girl!” Ariane works Dadal ribs while spreading the melted cheese past the blonde's eyebrows, “I normally don’t condone post match shenanigans, but I'm gonna perp walk you all over this arena!”
Ariane switches targets to batter Danica’s boobs with a right cross when a comedy of errors occurs; all the chips have fallen away aside from the detritus on Danica’s face leaving only some cheese and chili which are tasty, blinding, but importantly, slippery. Fighting against Jones’ smothering hand, Danica finds the right angle and slips past the plate and the built up momentum causes the Lightweight to collide with Jones like a sack of flour shot out of a cannon. Jones stumbles back under the desperate Daddy, with her larger frame and cowgirl boots, Ariane may be able to weather the wild charge but a heel loses traction in a spot of chili and cheese and down the the two go tumbling down the last two sets of stairs to the ring floor. Somehow, they manage to keep swinging fists as they uncontrollably descended to the arena’s floor.
A few paces behind Dadal and Jones, the vigilant, but emotionally and physically exhausted Merle tries to keep pace. He grumbles under his breath as he chases the tiny tit-monster and the tall cowgirl, “I need a vacation. Six years of vacation accrual and I am just going to use all of it…” The warring pair finally hit rock bottom with Danica getting the worst of the landing; the dizzy Daddy lands painfully, if safely on her back, but Ariane’s Tennessee-toned, jean covered glutes drop on Danica’s face making the Lightweight shudder in agony and moan into the suffocating denim. If Ariane noticed her good fortune she’s too distracted by the food concoction staining her shorts at the moment. She gets off Dadal with a grimace, hobbles nearby and politely asks for and is given a napkin from a fan. As Jones cleans herself off, Danica stirs and trudges to all fours; The Pitbull silently reaches up and grabs a handful of a gawking fan’s Frenemies With Benefits t-shirt and wipes her face with it till it’s nacho free. The shirt is ruined but the fan will sell it online as memorabilia for a tidy sum.
“Damncheapshottingbytch!” Danica grumbles getting off the floor just as angry as she was when the match started. She turns ready to throw hands but gets knocked on her ass by a Running Elbow.
“No more of that Bullhockey!” Ariane snaps. FAWN’s Lawwoman pulls Danica to her knees by the scruff and takes her in a Front Facelock “I’m sending you to Victoria in pieces and we’ll put you together like a jigsaw for a fun afternoon!” Ariane takes Dadal’s arm and throws it over her own neck before lurching up with the pint-sized puppy inverted with a Suplex Stall. Jones lets the blood rush to Danica’s head before falling back and smacking the Lightweight’s back against the unpadded floor. Danica spasms and screams but Ariane doesn’t let go; she rolls them onto their feet, raises her protesting opponent “Nononono!!!” and rearranges her skeleton with another Suplex. Still, Ariane does not let go. Rising with a rubbery Dadal in hand, Ariane completes the Three Amigas with a Snap Suplex causing the blonde to sit up with an arched back and holler to heaven!
“One to grow on before we take this between the ropes,” Jones threatens. She lifts Danica off the ground with nary an effort with a grip under her arm. The Sheriff swings her perp in a big circle before Hip Tossing Danica into an empty section in the fourth row. Fans scatter as the smaller wrestler crashes through arranged steel chairs in a minor calamity with an echoing CLACKCRRASHKKLLACK!!
Ariane is left huffing and puffy, standing tall, but pained after rolling down three flights of stairs. She leaned back, gaining a loud ‘pop’ from her back, and a pop from the audience as her top strained to contain her chest which was bursting forth from the stretch. Another few pops echoed from her neck before she stumbled through the chair-strewn wreckage towards Danica. “Alright, gal, it's time to end this. Up ya gommpghhh!”
The cowgirl’s taunt was muffled by, in what irony was lost on both Ariane and Danica, the latter shoving a polish sausage straight down Ariane’s throat.
“Suck on that, trash!” Danica spat out as Ariane tried to hack-n-spit up Hackenschmidt's home country’s delight. Dadal left her no time, staggering to her feet, stumbling forward, and letting out punch after punch, blow after blow into Ariane’s face and chest. The Sheriff was sent reeling backwards through the remaining chairs until a rather stiff sucker punch left her reeling, tumbling into the barrier surrounding the ring.
The tall Dakotan was trying to self-perform the Heimlich on the barrier to dislodge the sausage she had been forced to throat, as the Polish Pitbull stormed up behind her.
“Let me help you suck that di-!”
For all the damage they had given each other, it was shocking either was able to keep going, let alone for smaller blonde to leap over the barricade, grab Ariane’s neck, and give her both a stunner and a bulldog at the same time as Jones’s face cracked against Dadal’s shoulder and her breasts against the barricade. All her breath was knocked out of her, as well as the sausage, which went shooting out faster than a groundhog from its hole, disappearing who knows where. The crowd roared as Danica hit the ground butt first, releasing Ariane, which allowed the cowgirl to dramatically flop upwards, before slumping over the barricade.
The cowgirl hung limp over the barrier, butt in the air, half with the fans and half away as Danica approached her. “Awwww, taking a nap already? But I still have to show you so much.” The blonde cupped Ariane’s cheek, before slapping her across the face. “Wake up, bitch. It’s time to get my revenge for all you’ve done to Vic!”
Hauling the near-comatose redhead off the barricade by her hair, Dadal dragged her opponent across the mat towards the steel steps. “Don’t hit your face on those on the way up…” Danica cooed, before doing just that, Ariane letting out gasps of pain as her face, then chest, took repeated slams to the steps as she was dragged against her will into the ring. Ariane began fighting back near the top, grabbing at Dadal’s boots and trying to drag her off the apron.
“Oh no you don’t!” the blonde shouted, and still with a firm grip of crimson locks, slammed Ariane’s head repeatedly against the metal turnbuckle. With a final tug, the fiery blonde was able to drag the now bleeding Ariane into the ring, leaving her spread eagle, face down right in the center.
Squatting down next to Ariane, she lifted the redhead’s face, squishing her face, then slapping her until the Sheriff’s green eyes fluttered open.
“This will be for you even THINKING of getting anywhere close to my Vic!” Danica snarled, before turning to the crowd while hauling a very woozy Jones to her feet. “Time for my revenge!”
The crowd exploded into cheers as Danica let out a rage filled scream, and with all the power she had left, hoisted the much taller, and heavier, redhead into the air for a Wotjek’s Revenge.
Wotjek’s Revenge -: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrDjBim__p8&t=456s
Ariane was lifted up, up, up…and it was nearing the moment of transition into the second half of her finisher, when all momentum halted as the cowgirl began struggling, flailing, and kicking her legs like she was swimming away from a shark.
The momentum shifted, and Ariane began falling back the way she had come. Landing on her feet, leaving them both facing each other.
Ariane wrapped her left arm around Danica’s neck in a surprisingly strong side-sleeper. “My turn…bitch.”
Hoedown - www.youtube.com/watch?v=3igRig0OKDU
The position had let Ariane near flawlessly perform one of her signature moves, face planting Danica full force into the mat. The ring shuddered from the hit. The crimson haired warrior took a second to catch her breath, and wipe a little blood and hair from in front of her eyes, before rolling over to Danica’s legs. Quickly intertwining the blonde’s stems within her own with the ease of throwing a lariat at a cow, the resident cowgirl leaned forward, grabbed both of Danica’s splayed arms, then leaned further and further back until she hoisted Dadal like a flag into the sky in the Final Ride, a Dragon Romero Sleeper Hold.
Final Ride - www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPGaE7GfZ-0
Danica let out a scream of pain as she was left hanging in the sky, her arms burning from the pain, before she was lowered down and an arm slinked around her neck to finish the sleeper hold.
“You’ve gone and done it now, Dadal,” Ariane whispered into the screaming woman’s ears. “Scream all y’all want. Ain’t gonna help you now.”
And with that, Ariane wrenched her arm.
The move wrenched the Polish Pitbull’s neck back at an awkward angle while bending her lower body up towards the sky. The audience nearly got an eyeful as the jarring and wrenching shakes shook Danica’s prodigious mounds, which angle straight towards the rafters, juggling about in the barely there bikini.
“You bitch! I’m gonna beat you when I get out of thisAAAAHHHHH!!!” Danica gritted her teeth as tears sprung from her eyes. “Just…you…GAAAAH…You cow-fuc—”
Ariane had had enough.
“Shut up, Dadal.”
With a deft swiftness developed from both her days in rodeo, as well as being a practicing veterinarian and wrangling animals for visits, Ariane plunged Dadal’s face straight into the opening of her flannel shirt, performing a magic trip of making nearly all of Danica’s face disappear within her monstrous mammaries.
It was a position many in the crowd envied, but one Dadal couldn’t believe she was in. The Tit-queen of FAWN was getting smothered!!!
Danica flailed blindly, screaming into the sweaty chest of her opponent as her arms swung madly for purchase. Second after second ticked by…until finally, Danica’s flailing right hand found Ariane’s side…
…and began tapping furiously.
Merle, who had climbed into the ring, noticed it immediately. “Ariane, she’s tapping, let her go!”
With a grumble, and holding the submission in for just a second longer than needful, Ariane released the hold, then shoved a gasping Danica forward. The blonde flopped like a fish onto the mat, sucking in deep breaths, her body shuddering from lack of oxygen, tears streaming down her cheeks from the humiliation of what that cowgirl had done to her.
“And here is your winner…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
The cowgirl nodded while laying back on the mat. Slowly, she got to her feet, stumbling up until Merle caught her arm, raising it high. After such a FRUSTRATING fight, victory and the roar of a crowd celebrating that victory is a soothing balm to Ariane’s spirit. She lets out a sigh of exhaustion but also relief that some measure of comeuppance has been delivered. Ariane glances over her shoulder to see Danica has risen to a knee still taking in deep breaths. The loss is just beginning to settle in for the disappointed Daddy, she stares into the middle distance with a miserable air and clenching fists. Ariane owes this little hellcat nothing, but for Hackenschmidt’s sake and not wanting things to escalate to the level of animosity with Rue Ann Mackenna, she throws The Pitbull the smallest of bones.
As she heads to leave the ring, Ariane stops and gestures vaguely at the space Danica’s occupying but not looking at her, “After all that I don’t want to think, hear, see, or think about you for the next 24 hours. Once that’s over, maybe we can talk and bury this hatchet.” Ariane steps through the ropes and walks up the ramp with her head high and proud while Danica remains in the ring, she slowly rises to stand as she speaks low to herself, “Oh we’ll bury the hatchet all right.“ She adjusts the straps of her overworked bikini top, sending a wave motion through her rack that causes the eyes of half the building (including Merle’s) to laser focus on her cleavage, “Right after I bury you.”
“The next match is a Restaurant Grudge Match scheduled for one fall! First is your Country Cowgirl. The Black Hills Beauty and your Sheriff of FAWN. Standing five foot, nine inches and weighing in at 150lbs, she is…Ariane, Sophie, Jones!”
A loud cheer went up as the lights dimmed. A recognizable guitar chord twanged within the arena, the crowd roaring quickly into a crescendo of hoots and hollers, and several yeehaws, as the Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared on the jumbotron entering into the restaurant arena from the Twin Peaks entrance.
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 walking her way down a walkway and sliding between the set up ropes.
Ariane grinned as she looked around the restaurant. “Dang, Bethany really went all out on this match. Guess she really is pushing this restaurant server gig.”
She’d been working as a server part time during shows at a temporary Twin Peaks restaurant set up in the FAWN arena building. Though just a few weeks before, just a few yards away, another restaurant was reinvented overnight into a Hooters, with Danica Dadal being the lead waitress there. The cross promotion with FAWN has been a great success for both restaurants; customers flock to each eatery the day they have a chance of being served by a famous, beautiful wrestler. Bethany even exppanded the deals to include some Jungle talent in exchange for time on on the main roster.
In show of support for her new friend Ariane, Victoria Hackenschmidt has stopped by many times as a patron, and each time Victoria had come to visit, the tension coming from the Hooter’s side was palpable. Finally, just last week, Ariane was informed she had been challenged to a Restaurant Grudge Match against a mystery opponent.
She didn’t understand it, but she was raring for any challenge, and readied herself for whoever it would be she’d be facing.
“Hope y’all are having a good night, Merle,” Ariane said as she went to get patted down by the referee.
Merle nodded. “Haven’t been hit yet today. And I’ve heard you brought some smoked bear jerky tonight?”
There was a twinkle in Ariane’s eyes. “You betcha! Gotta hurry after your matches so you can grab some before it all disappears.”
Merle nodded, and upon finishing his patdown, motioned for Ariane to temporarily leave the ring. The cowgirl removed her chaps, hat and vest, the latter revealing that on the back of her shirt was a “Twin Peaks” logo, a gesture to her part time gig that Bethany had hired her for. She hung out in her corner, Merle moving to the middle of the ‘ring’ as the doors to the Hooter’s side of the area opened.
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
Recognizing the foulthouthed hiphop theme, Ariane knew who she was facing before they stepped into view. “Oooh dang it! Of course it’s you.”
Representing Hooters in this row will be the ex-Squire to Victoria’s Knight, and now self-appointed arch enemy of Ariane, Danica Dadal! The diminutive yet busty blonde struts out with her usual swagger and ponytail swinging, but the playful smirk on her elfin face is undercut by the intensity Danica’s eyes. “Who else would it be, Ginger Grimes? We got beef!”
Jones was lucky that her standard ring attire aligned so closely with the Twin Peaks uniform, whereas Dadal had to do a complete overhaul. White wrestling shoes instead of boots, flesh colored pantyhose covers her silky stems leading to a pair of bright orange booty shorts. The trademark Hooters white sleeveless T looks splendid on Dadal’s form, the orange Os that make up the mascot owl’s eyes have never been so stretched out as they are over Danica’s massive rack.
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
Danica’s glare never left Ariane as she made her way to the center of the improvised ring. “I’m finally going to put you in your place,” the blonde shot at the redhead, jumping up and down to begin her stretching before the referee had time to pat her down.
“What in tarnation do you mean by that?” Ariane asked. “You mean how you’ve randomly been attacking me the past few months?”
The Polish Pitbull stabbed a finger in the air towards Ariane, nearly taking Merle’s eye out as he moved up to pat her down. “You think you can just waltz in here, and take what is mine without me beating your ass?”
“I haven’t taken anything of yours.”
“And you never will,” Dadal shot back. “No hoedown hussy is going to take-”
“What did you call me?”
The blonde halted mid-sentence as Ariane’s semi-jovial tone turned icier than a glacier, her eyes narrowing. Merle took this halt to finish the pat down before Danica took several steps forward.
“You heard me.” She declared. “And tonight I’m going to prove to everyone where your place is.”
Merle stepping between the two furious fighters to keep them separated as Ariane stepped forward. “And where might that be, hmm? Beating your blonde bimbo butt back to whatever cowpie you’ve crawled out from under?”
“You won’t get the chance!” Danica tries to chest up to the redhead, too blinded by anger to remember Merle’s in the way and putting him in the awkward, and enviable position of being sandwiched between the two ladies. “You’ll be getting shipped back to the farm belt in a truck with the rest of the cows!”
Ariane’s about to blow a gasket. “YOU LITTLE!-”
“Now hang on!” Merle shows a rare moment of steel shoots his arms out, finally breaking up the pair with a hand on their clavicles, a slight miscalculation and he could have an HR issue on his hands. “Unless you two go to your corners and let start this match properly, I will throw this fight out!”
At this point Ariane could skip the whole match and just throw down with this hussy right now, but as the sheriff of FAWN Ariane must set an example and she reluctantly steps away. She points two finger to eyes then points to Danica, “I’ll see you in a minute.” Danica scoffs and walks away, disrespectfully showing her back to her opponent. Merle sighs and puts a palm to his forehead. “Gonna be one of those matches…” and goes to pat down Dadal. Throughout the inspection, Daddy Dadal eyes never break from the ginger’s. Now with his pre-match duties FINALLY done, Merle stands at center ring and motions for the bell.
DINGDING!!
The waitresses burst out of their corners ready to get bloody in this restaurant war! It’s all clubbing fists in the opening seconds, a heated brawl that fits some over-served customers than professional wrestlers. Ariane’s superior height and strength start to break the stalemate and lands a blow across Danica’s jaw that stuns the Lightweight for a moment, long enough for Ariane to take her by the ears and pull her into a melon crushing headscissors.
Jones pulses her smooth thighs to wring a whine out of the Hooters hostess, “It’s about time someone taught you some manners!” The Twin Peaks Powerhouse gives Dadal a chidding smack on the bum before flipping her opponent up her body for a Powerbomb- Danica proves too slippery and rolls out of her grasp and down Jones’ back onto her feet. Danica gives a gaudy, retaliatory double-palm clap to Ariane’s backside making the redhead squawk and turn around indignantly just to get a Knife-Edge Chop to the flannel covered chest.
“And I’m about to teach you not to mess with a Pitbull!”
Danica reaches up to grab her taller foe by the back of her neck and slams a fusilade of Forearm Shivers into Ariane’s pale breasts. After tenderizing the Black Hills, Danica flattens them and maybe Ariane’s nose with a Sit-Out Facebuster.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tomRsejZZCY&t=34s
Danica leaps back and spreads her legs out wide; she lands on her pert patootie while Ariane gets a much more brutal meeting with the ring floor. Danica quickly rolls backward onto her feet and pops up as Ariane bleats and rolls face up, Danica high speeds it to the ropes and springs back into a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Leg Drop across Ariane’s chest. The LAW wrestler repeats the move twice more, dropping that scythe of a leg on the Sheriff’s jubblies. To the more informed fan aware of all the bad blood between the two, it seems like Dadal is stating to Hackenschmidt who has the superior pair.
“Gonna send you back to Twin Peaks in a doggy bag,” threatens Dadal after a pacifying stomp on Jones forehead, “Assuming there’s anything left after I’m done. Daddy bounds over to the nearest corner and jumps into a perch on the top buckle, before shuffling to face the ring she calls out to the crowd, “Want to see this Hooter fly!?” and gets a rowdy cheer in return. Danica pumps the ropes for extra power and takes flight like a busty owl, getting some Sensational height before she descends- and is caught by a risen Ariane! The trapped Lightweight squirms in Ariane’s arms as she sprints back to the corner, Ariane growls, “I’m getting tired of your sass!” and rocks Danica’s tiny frame with a bodyslam into the buckles. The Sheriff presses close to keep her mouthy adversary nice and squished in the corner as she works her legs into a knot under the top turnbuckle.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice where you’re aiming,” Ariane pumps a knee between Dadal’s eyes before using those long stems to sprint to the far corner. Backing into the buckles herself, Ariane swings an imaginary lasso in the air, “Y’all want to see the wrong way to milk a cow? The FAWNatics have no idea what to expect but they’re excited! Jones bursts out of the corner at top speed, getting those knees high as she blazes across the ring and launches into a deadly Dropkick that smacks the soles of her cowgirl boots against Danica’s upside down teats!
UDDER DESTRUCTION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSw0iuksykI
The move’s name matches the shocked look and destruction waged on Danica’s dandies. The blonde flopped to the ground, her arms wrapped around her tits as if releasing would have them fall off. Ariane rolled to her feet, making her way to the corner and releasing a flurry of stomps onto the grounded Hooter girl, making her wreathe in pain on the mat. Eventually the cowgirl seemed to have had enough of tenderizing Danica’s back, and hefted her up, tossing her bodily into the corner. “Tenderized the back, now time for the front.”
“WaaaYEAAAGHHHHH!!!”
Danica screamed out in anguish as Ariane released her full fury in the form of fast and efficient chops to Danica’s danglies, alternating between hits from beneath and above. The crowd was given a show for the ages as Danica’s shirt, already bursting at the seams, was stretched nearly beyond repair, and several inches of underboob shown each time they were chopped up to the sky.
“Battered and beaten bags of meat and fat. Perfect tenderization,” Ariane cooed, hauling the pain wracked pitbull from the corner by her hair, a rather un-Ariane like move. “Youv’e ticked me off something fierce, so let’s give you something to wail about.
Ariane yanked back on Danica’s blonde tresses, then lifted her right leg high into the air, slamming it down straight onto her girls in a Stony Hollow.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qRrjdLc8Cw
Many of the women in the audience and in the back winced from the slam that dropped Danica to the mat. Ariane leaned back onto her elbows, allowing her leg to lay draped across Danica’s prodigious chest. “She’s cooked, Merle.”
Merle leaned in and began the count.
“One!”
“Tw—Noooooooo!!”
Danica gained life in her eyes, kicking out fiercely. Ariane shook her head. “I guess she still needs a few minutes of getting smoked.” Hefting the blonde up, Ariane held onto both of her arms with a grin that would make coyote worry. “Showtime!”
The cowgirl dashed forward like an angry bull, smashing her knee straight into Danica’s face in a Kamigoye that left Dadal an oozing puddle in the center of the ring. “That should do it,” the redhead said, this time making sure to get Danica into a proper pin with a raised leg.
Merle dutifully went down to begin the count.
“One…!
“Two…!
“Th—” NO! Kickout!”
Ariane’s grin faltered slightly. “Dang it girl. Do I have to grill ya until you’re well done?”
Again, rising to her feet, the freckled fighter grabbed her by her shoulder. “Upsie daissyyyyyy!”
The cowgirl’s words jolted several octaves, until only nearby dogs could make out what the cowgirl was singing. Danica grinned, holding her arm in between Ariane’s stems where she had low-blowed her hard enough to lift the taller woman off the ground.
And when she dropped her arm, Ariane dropped to the mat like a heavy bag of chicken feed. Danica paused to catch her breath and rub her chest, wincing at the touch. She sent a glare to Ariane, who was face down, butt up in the center of the ring.
Without a feeling of guilt, the blonde bombshell grabbed a healthy chunk of crimson hair and yanked up, gaining an awkward cry from the cowgirl. “What was it, upsie daisy, bitch?” Switching one hand to Ariane’ neck, she sent her other hand between the Dakotan’s legs, gripping extra tight bringing yet another strangled cry from Ariane, before dropping the Sheriff on her neck and back with a brutal-looking Burning Hammer.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppSMHsGyOTU&t=77s
The redhead flops to her side before rolling off into a corner, still coming to terms with what had happened to her. “I told you not to mess with me! Vic deserves better than you!” Danica screamed towards the mess of a wrestler hauling herself up into the corner. Breaking into a rage fueled run, Danica rushed towards the cowgirl, before letting loose a brutal dropkick, a foot for each of Ariane’s well-endowed girls.
Ariane felt like her back had broken from the snap that sounded through the arena as she impacted the corner post. For her part, Dadal looked happy with the results. “Looks like your twin peaks have become molehills. Vic doesn’t like rodents either.”
The Polish Pitbull adjusted her top, which in her run had nearly uncovered herself, much to the annoyance of the fans watching the fight. “Time to show you your place, which is beneath your daddy!”
The crowd roared its approval as Danice made her way to the nearby turnbuckle and climbed up. “Night, night, knucklehead.”
Danica leaped, soaring through the air towards a dizzy Ariane, who was just noticing the impending doom a second too late as Danica connected an “I’m Your Daddy” directly into Ariane’s already battered breasts.
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Another crack sounded as the redhead’s back smashed against the corner pads, though only for a second before she slumped forward, face-planting between her legs.
“Oh no…You’re not falling asleep that way,” Danica growled. “You’re getting special treatment.”
With another tug of her long red locks, Danica slammed Ariane’s head back into the middle turnbuckle. Danice crawled forward, her chest inches from Ariane’s face, the crowd’s realizing what was coming. The cheers grew as Danica pressed her chest into Ariane’s face.
The front smother lasted only a few seconds before Dadal frowned. “This isn’t working…”
Danica leaned back, pressed both hands against her strained Hooter’s shirt and…
RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!!
The FAWNatics roared their approval as Danica’s prodigious hooters were finally released from their prison now revelaed in a miniscule white bikini top. “Ah, all the better to smother you with.”
Ariane looked up just in time to see two creamy milkers dropped onto her face. The cowgirl’s arms and legs flailed as Danica locked in the smother, the redhead’s face nearly disappearing between the two massive mammaries. Trapped in the endless dark ocean of Danica’s cleavage, Ariane found oxygen in short supply and running out fast! Danica seals the Front Sleeper even tighter by grabbing her own elbows and pressing Jones’ nose flat against her sternum, a burst of panic goes off in the Black Hills Beauty, and she starts slapping and beating at Dadal’s flanks; in a standard match she’d grab the rope to break the hold, but that’s not an option here. The Polish Pitbull grimaces at desperate offence but keeps her opponent in Juggville, even rolling her shoulders to rub her bounty and dominance against Ariane’s face. The cowgirl’s clawing hands eventually slow and slide down Danica’s back to rest at the berserker’s waist.
“At last, no more of that hillbilly screeching,” Danica sighs contently, “I’ll celebrate this win by by buying everyone in the crowd a basket of wings and- hey! What are you doing!?”
Ariane’s arms grow tight around Danica’s waist, and with her face still submerged between the LAW wrestler’s breasts, lumbers to her feet with her opponent in a spine-crinkling Bearhug. Danica’s about to add a Bodyscissors to cut this comeback off at the pass but is a half second too slow; Ariane violently spins and lurches to the side, squashing Danica between herself and the ring floor with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Dadal arms pop open when she’s splattered on the canvas like a bug on a windshield, allowing Ariane to pull her face away from the Polish puppies and inhale some precious air.
Her face as red as her hair, Ariane takes in raspy breaths as she rises to her feet with the resisting Lightweight still in her arms. She threatens Danica with a voice raspy from suffocation, ”You wanna give these great people some terrible Hooters wings? I think they’d prefer a Triple Play!”
At the mention of Twin Peaks' signature nachos, Jones hurls themselves onto the mat again, squashing Danica with another Belly-to-Belly. And it looks like Jones isn’t done yet; she stands yet again with Bearhug intact, now with Danica hanging loose in her grasp. A squeeze makes the blonde hiss and collapse against Ariane, cheek to cheek. For Suplex number 3, Ariane changes from rolling to overhead, falling backward and slinging her jealous cargo across the ring into a thudding landing on her back.
AMBER WAVES OF PAIN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
“Wheww!” Jones sits up and wipes away the sweat on her brow with the back of her hand, “Showing a punk her place is hard work.” She speedily crawls over and covers Danica with a Backpress pin, collecting both of Danica’s legs behind the knees and pulling them in deep to show off the pipsqueak's nylons and orange-clad booty to the camera.
One! Two! T-Noo!!!
“Oww!”
Dadal escapes defeat with a giant buck of her legs and a giant yank of Ariane’s hair! Infuriated by the catty tactics, Ariane rolls onto her knees by Dadal’s head and force-feeds the brat some knuckle sandwiches. She beats the Lightweight about the face about a half-dozen times before she’s satisfied and pushes a jellied Danica onto her front. “You wanna get rude? I’ll get nasty.” Jones grabs the Polish Pitbull by the ponytail and uses it as a leash to drag Danica to the nearest corner. The smaller wrestler is brought back to full consciousness by the sharp pull on her scalp and is forced to go on all fours and be dog-walked to the destination, her large breasts swaying with each ‘step’.
Jones backs into the turnbuckles and uses the ropes as steps to a seat on the top buckle. She drags Danica upright by the hair and, after a short Headbutt to the bridge of Danica’s pixie-like nose, Ariane forces the Lightweight to bend over and flip up into a Powerbomb stall position. The fans in the room and the thousands watching on the FAWNtron ‘oooOHHH’ in unison, watching Jones balancing the top-heavy Kylie Sanders as she rises another level to stand on the top ropes. Hidden under the din of the FAWNatics, the corner creaks as it strains under the weight of the two women. Meanwhile, wrestling move nerds ready their phones to capture another instance of Ariane's rarely used and very effective Avalanche Powerbomb.
BARNBURNER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQi8R3l2yKo
Fun fact; the ring being used for the Restaurant Grudge Match was not built by FAWN technicians. Because of intense negotiations between Twin Peaks and Hooters in order to rule out any possible favouritism from FAWN, the chains hired a fourth party to build the ring, one that specializes in wrestling events in bars and festivals, one that took pride being one of the cheapest options on the market. Following this match, both restaurants will be far more willing to trust FAWN to build the ring.
CCCRRRRREAAAAKKRRAASSH!!!
OOOOHHHHH!!!!
In a freak show of equipment failure, the ring post buckles under The Pitbull’s and the Sheriff’s weight and topples over! The shocked women fall along the post’s arc; Ariane’s instinct is to keep the Powerbomb ready, but as they angle in the air, it becomes more like Dadal’s about to hit the most powerful Seated Senton of all time! They avoid injury thanks to the lucky placement of the timekeeper’s table, which gets DESTROYED upon impact. Ariane gets the worst of the landing, having gone through the table first and her face acting as a cushion for Danica’s rear, The bosomy beauty may not be packing as much downstairs as she does upstairs, but from that height, she’s packing power in her buns similar to Cassava Onika!
That didn’t mean that Danica escaped harm either. Her cushiony seat of Ariane’s chest and face lasted only a moment as she rolled off and directly into a nearby table of food and drink, headfirst. The pitcher of amber liquid tipped then dropped onto her head, drenching her in the liquid and making her see hooters flying around her head.
Merle could only stare on in shock at the two downed demolishers, lasting several seconds before he remembered he was still the referee for the match and began counting the two dazed ladies out.
“One!”
“Two!!”
“Three!”
The two women began to stir, groaning in pain nearly in tandem.
“Four!!!!”
“Five!!!!!”
Danica was the first to fully awaken, blinking her eyes as she realized her orange and white outfit was now a nice light brown. “Oh what the hell is this?”
“Six!!!!”
Ariane stirred, rolling onto her front and beginning to push herself to her knees. “Dang it. What whale hit me…”
“Seven!!”
“WHALE?!” Danica screamed, scrambling to her feet and slapping the redhead across the face. “You’re the fat cow that broke the ring!” Ariane, who had reached her knees, was rocked backwards by the slap. Now fully awake, the cowgirl growled, curled her fist and socked Danica with a brutal uppercut to the gut.
Merle was about to make it to eight when the two women began sending sledgehammer blows into one another with a reckless abandon that any bar brawler would appreciate. Ariane managed to gain the upper hand, literally, when she grabbed a hold of the blonde brawler by her neck, and chokeslammed her onto a table covered with the announcer’s meals for after the match.
The plates of nachos, wings and flagons of beer instead became the latest decorations on Danica’s bikini top and remnants of her shirt. “Crap looks good on y’all,” Ariane said as she stalked forward.
“Better on you!” Dadal screamed back, tossing a somehow spared glass of ale into the redhead’s face. The now blinded auburn haired jugg-ernaut stumbled forward, right into a pair of kicks to her jugs. The blow knocked the Dakotan through the air and directly into a large keg, the Twin Peaks brawler crumbling to the ground beneath its tap.
Danica stalked her prey, grinning like a cheshire cat as she got an idea. “Your turn, bitch!”
With that, she turned on the tap.
Beer flooded out, directly into Ariane’s face. She spluttered out as the ice cold liquid shot straight off her face and down into her shirt. She looked up only to receive a mouthful of amber ale.
Meanwhile in Bethany’s Office
Ms Christian glared at the screen as she watched more and more of the barrel empty. “That costs $15 a shot…please don’t waste all of it…”
Back at the Brawl
Danica watched the last of the draft beer leak out of the open tap before she looked at the price on the side of the barrel. “Fifteen dollars a shot? Way too pricey for a hussy like you.” Beneath her lay Ariane, drenched from her head to her boots, and coughing, spluttering and gagging on all the beer she’d just been doused by. “Awwwww, has the wittle cow had her drink and need a nappy time?”
Ariane swiped at her, but missed. Growling, she got up to one knee, then two and…
…was all she got before Danica flung herself towards the redhead, sending one leg into her stomach and another behind her legs, expertly flipping the larger woman onto her back, then tying her leg around Ariane’s neck. A quick grab of an arm and another flip, and Danica locked in her signature move, the Bear Trap.
“Bear Trap” youtu.be/MZ2wqBTKHtw?t=10
“Come on, admit that I’m better and you are nothing!”
The cowgirl grit her teeth, trying to keep back a scream of pain at the brutal submission hold. Merle, deciding that even without a ring, he could still perform his duties, ran up to the two, dodging broken chairs, thrown food and nearly slipping on the beer covered floor.
“Ariane, do you submit?”
“Dang it…NOOoooooooooahhhhhh!!”
Her defiant response worked into a scream of pain as the Polish Pitbull further wrenched on the American’s arm.
“Just give up and let Vic see how much of a pussy you really are!” Danica shouted, wrenching even harder on Ariane’s stems. Though as she found out, it might have been the worst thing to do.
The gallons of liquid coating Ariane’s body was slick and slippery. One large wrench of the redhead’s arm, led to Danica’s leg slipping from around Ariane’s head. Ariane’s head and upper body popped out of the hold, her hair flipping like behind her like she was in watery commercial, her eyes ablaze with rage.
Danica noticed the compromising position she was in a little too late, offering a nervous smile as the redhead grabbed a hold of Daddy Dadal’s other arm.
“Oh, y’all have earned a whoopin’ now, girl.”
With the ease of lifting a bale of hay, Ariane hefted Danica into the air in front of her, then in a show of athleticism, even after the beating she had already taken, wrapped her arms around Danica’s midsection in the second bear hug of the night.
The irony of her Bear Trap being switched on her wasn’t lost on Dadal, who beat on Ariane’s back to release her.
Ariane had other plans.
With a roar, Ariane charged forward blindly, stumbling somewhat but building a heavy head of steam, heading towards who knows where.
Who knows where ended up being the door to the restaurant.
The wood shattered upon impact, the two women smashing through it like it was cardboard. Ariane stumbled over the debris, ending up slamming Danica onto the ground. Several other events happened in quick succession.
The fans that had been in the hallway, were stunned silent as the two women burst through a pair of double doors.
Ariane tied an arm up around Danica’s leg, hefting it up into a tired pin.
Merle stumbled through the door and began a pin count.
And Bethany Christian nearly had an aneurysm. “THOSE DOORS WERE FINE MAHOGANY!”
Merle began his count.
One!
Two!!
THR-NOOOOOO!!!!
Danica sprung to life at the last second, rolling onto her side, gasping from breath, before reaching behind her to hold her back.
The Beauty of the Black Hills grumbled at the broken pin, but wasn’t dissuaded from her goal. If it took a little more to put this pint sized person in her place, then so be it.
“You’ve been a thorn in my side long enough, Danica,” began Ariane as she got to her feet. “Don’t know why you’re after me, or Vic, or whate-”
The redhead halted midsection, not by choice, but by force. As she was pulling Danica up, the blonde grabbed the back of Ariane’s luscious locks and dropped to her prodigious posterior in a teeth rattling chincheck.
Straightening like a tall redwood, Ariane was left seeing stars as Danica got up, then after backing up, barreled forward and leapt high for a second seated senton of the night. Though not as powerful as the first, the second caught Ariane completely flatfooted, felling the redhead with Danica riding Ariane’s mammoth milkers all the way down to the ground.
All the breath was knocked out of her as she hit the ground, Dadal riding atop her chest like it was her own personal saddle. Her left flopped up from the impact…
…of which Danica quickly grabbed both and stood. In a very impressive display of strength, the Polish Pitbull lived up to her nickname as she positioned Ariane upside down, before landing a brutal-looking Dudebuster, using Ariane’s face as her own personal throne for the third time of the night.
youtu.be/9BTLuJXPdIA?t=301
“Count her out, Ref!” Danica said from her perch, still holding her dazed opponent’s legs. Merle slid in and began the count.
One!
TWO!!
THRE—-NOOOOO!!! Wait!!!
With barely a hair’s breadth from victory, Danica felt why Ariane was the current leg press record holder at FAWN. Dadal’s grip on Jones’ stems backfired spectacularly as the redhead use her strength to reverse the pin, dragging Danica backwards and suddenly leaving her on her back with Ariane in the pinning position.
“Count her out,” Ariane snarls, her usual nice demeanor now long gone.
Again Merle began the count.
One!
Two!!
Thr–Noooo!!! Kickout!!
Danica managed to slip out of the hold, rebounding onto her back, leaving a now irate Ariane slapping the tiled floor. “Confound it all! Just go down!”
“Like hell I will.”
The two grappling goddesses got to their feet, looking much the worse for wear. Danica had completely lost the shreds of her top, leaving her now only in her stained, white bikini and orange briefs, flecks of food found frightening frequently on her face and hair. Ariane was still drenched, her plaid top sagging, leaving her jugs wobbling and waving back and forth tantalizingly in her top.
The two pugilists circled each other warily, security finally arriving to clear the hallway of onlookers so the match wouldn’t be interrupted. Finally, both made a move.
Ariane went for a lock and collar, while Danica went with the most tried and true form of brawling…a sucker punch.
The hit caught Ariane square in the jaw, spinning her around enough to where her back was facing away from Dadal, who in her rage used the second most tried and true form of brawling…a low blow.
Ariane’s lips opened, yet not a sound was heard as Danica’s low blow found its mark. All the redhead could do was stumble forward as the arm was dropped, clutching her nethers in the worst pain imaginable.
For her part, Danica was overjoyed by the effects of the blow. “Is that how you make a steer at your ranch, cowhore?”
Slowly turning around, the first thing that met the cowgirl’s gaze, were two knees to her face as Danica smashed into her with a Meteora. Again, the cowgirl was rocked, this time, tumbling backwards into a door…
…or would have, had a fan unwittingly tried to exit the arena at that exact moment. The fan, Ariane and the fan’s drink went crashing back through the door in that order, soaking the auburn-haired wrestler a second time, this time with diet coke. Everyone nearby who had been watching the match on the large jumbotron, instantly turned in their seats as spotlights switched to highlight the two women now fighting at the mid-level of the stadium seating.
Ariane gagged.
“Who likes coke…” she coughed, groaning as tried to shake off the sticky syrupy soda from herself. “We need Dr Pepper…”
“You’re going to need a doctor when I’m done with you!” Danica roared as she made her way through the door after her opponent. “Victoria won’t see a single thing in you after what I do to you!”
“What madness are you going on about now,” Ariane growled, slowly getting to her feet as Danica approached. The blonde halted, her eye twitching.
“Madness?”
Ariane paused. “What the…”
Danica screamed.
“This…IS….FOR VIC!!!”
In what would go down as the Spot of the Match, Danica ran up and delivered Ariane’s own finisher move against her, the Cowgirl Kick.
Cowgirl Kick - www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITCokLdsGoU&t=13s
The reason why it became the Spot of the Match became clear as Ariane’s head snapped back, she teetered backwards, then fell…
…and began tumbling down the three stories of stairs towards the arena floor. Head over heels, flipping, somersaulting…the redhead brutally beat her body against nearly every step in a wicked looking version of a human pachinko game. It wasn’t until one of her legs caught on the edge of a seat, that her momentum shifted enough that her next tumble sent her crashing into the back of a fan’s head who was just about to enjoy his nachos. Her momentum flipped her up and over that fan, and into the lap of the woman sitting in front of him.
“What kind of Sheriff are you?” Danica taunts as she scampers down the steps she freshly tossed Ariane down, “Laying down on the job and in public no less. You’re gonna lose your badge for this.” The Beautiful Berserker quickly makes her way past the cheering fans standing in their seats to her bruised and woozy prey and grabs a fistful of Ariane’s once luxurious red hair, now coated in too many food substances to list, and pulls her off that fan’s lap. “Maybe that Goodale squirt needs to request a new partner that isn’t so lazBLLRCQ!?”
As she’s brought to her feet Ariane sneakily takes an offered serving of nachos from a helpful FAWNatic in a La Sombra T-shirt and mashes the the concoction of hot cheese, chili and tortilla chips in Danica’s face! Ariane keeps that paper plate pressed to the bosomy brute’s face, smearing it all over as she forces Danica to back out of the row of fans into the stairs. As soon as Danica’s backed into the cement steps, Jones uses her free fist to pummel the Daddy’s up and down her midsection.
“You’re working my last nerve, little girl!” Ariane works Dadal ribs while spreading the melted cheese past the blonde's eyebrows, “I normally don’t condone post match shenanigans, but I'm gonna perp walk you all over this arena!”
Ariane switches targets to batter Danica’s boobs with a right cross when a comedy of errors occurs; all the chips have fallen away aside from the detritus on Danica’s face leaving only some cheese and chili which are tasty, blinding, but importantly, slippery. Fighting against Jones’ smothering hand, Danica finds the right angle and slips past the plate and the built up momentum causes the Lightweight to collide with Jones like a sack of flour shot out of a cannon. Jones stumbles back under the desperate Daddy, with her larger frame and cowgirl boots, Ariane may be able to weather the wild charge but a heel loses traction in a spot of chili and cheese and down the the two go tumbling down the last two sets of stairs to the ring floor. Somehow, they manage to keep swinging fists as they uncontrollably descended to the arena’s floor.
A few paces behind Dadal and Jones, the vigilant, but emotionally and physically exhausted Merle tries to keep pace. He grumbles under his breath as he chases the tiny tit-monster and the tall cowgirl, “I need a vacation. Six years of vacation accrual and I am just going to use all of it…” The warring pair finally hit rock bottom with Danica getting the worst of the landing; the dizzy Daddy lands painfully, if safely on her back, but Ariane’s Tennessee-toned, jean covered glutes drop on Danica’s face making the Lightweight shudder in agony and moan into the suffocating denim. If Ariane noticed her good fortune she’s too distracted by the food concoction staining her shorts at the moment. She gets off Dadal with a grimace, hobbles nearby and politely asks for and is given a napkin from a fan. As Jones cleans herself off, Danica stirs and trudges to all fours; The Pitbull silently reaches up and grabs a handful of a gawking fan’s Frenemies With Benefits t-shirt and wipes her face with it till it’s nacho free. The shirt is ruined but the fan will sell it online as memorabilia for a tidy sum.
“Damncheapshottingbytch!” Danica grumbles getting off the floor just as angry as she was when the match started. She turns ready to throw hands but gets knocked on her ass by a Running Elbow.
“No more of that Bullhockey!” Ariane snaps. FAWN’s Lawwoman pulls Danica to her knees by the scruff and takes her in a Front Facelock “I’m sending you to Victoria in pieces and we’ll put you together like a jigsaw for a fun afternoon!” Ariane takes Dadal’s arm and throws it over her own neck before lurching up with the pint-sized puppy inverted with a Suplex Stall. Jones lets the blood rush to Danica’s head before falling back and smacking the Lightweight’s back against the unpadded floor. Danica spasms and screams but Ariane doesn’t let go; she rolls them onto their feet, raises her protesting opponent “Nononono!!!” and rearranges her skeleton with another Suplex. Still, Ariane does not let go. Rising with a rubbery Dadal in hand, Ariane completes the Three Amigas with a Snap Suplex causing the blonde to sit up with an arched back and holler to heaven!
“One to grow on before we take this between the ropes,” Jones threatens. She lifts Danica off the ground with nary an effort with a grip under her arm. The Sheriff swings her perp in a big circle before Hip Tossing Danica into an empty section in the fourth row. Fans scatter as the smaller wrestler crashes through arranged steel chairs in a minor calamity with an echoing CLACKCRRASHKKLLACK!!
Ariane is left huffing and puffy, standing tall, but pained after rolling down three flights of stairs. She leaned back, gaining a loud ‘pop’ from her back, and a pop from the audience as her top strained to contain her chest which was bursting forth from the stretch. Another few pops echoed from her neck before she stumbled through the chair-strewn wreckage towards Danica. “Alright, gal, it's time to end this. Up ya gommpghhh!”
The cowgirl’s taunt was muffled by, in what irony was lost on both Ariane and Danica, the latter shoving a polish sausage straight down Ariane’s throat.
“Suck on that, trash!” Danica spat out as Ariane tried to hack-n-spit up Hackenschmidt's home country’s delight. Dadal left her no time, staggering to her feet, stumbling forward, and letting out punch after punch, blow after blow into Ariane’s face and chest. The Sheriff was sent reeling backwards through the remaining chairs until a rather stiff sucker punch left her reeling, tumbling into the barrier surrounding the ring.
The tall Dakotan was trying to self-perform the Heimlich on the barrier to dislodge the sausage she had been forced to throat, as the Polish Pitbull stormed up behind her.
“Let me help you suck that di-!”
For all the damage they had given each other, it was shocking either was able to keep going, let alone for smaller blonde to leap over the barricade, grab Ariane’s neck, and give her both a stunner and a bulldog at the same time as Jones’s face cracked against Dadal’s shoulder and her breasts against the barricade. All her breath was knocked out of her, as well as the sausage, which went shooting out faster than a groundhog from its hole, disappearing who knows where. The crowd roared as Danica hit the ground butt first, releasing Ariane, which allowed the cowgirl to dramatically flop upwards, before slumping over the barricade.
The cowgirl hung limp over the barrier, butt in the air, half with the fans and half away as Danica approached her. “Awwww, taking a nap already? But I still have to show you so much.” The blonde cupped Ariane’s cheek, before slapping her across the face. “Wake up, bitch. It’s time to get my revenge for all you’ve done to Vic!”
Hauling the near-comatose redhead off the barricade by her hair, Dadal dragged her opponent across the mat towards the steel steps. “Don’t hit your face on those on the way up…” Danica cooed, before doing just that, Ariane letting out gasps of pain as her face, then chest, took repeated slams to the steps as she was dragged against her will into the ring. Ariane began fighting back near the top, grabbing at Dadal’s boots and trying to drag her off the apron.
“Oh no you don’t!” the blonde shouted, and still with a firm grip of crimson locks, slammed Ariane’s head repeatedly against the metal turnbuckle. With a final tug, the fiery blonde was able to drag the now bleeding Ariane into the ring, leaving her spread eagle, face down right in the center.
Squatting down next to Ariane, she lifted the redhead’s face, squishing her face, then slapping her until the Sheriff’s green eyes fluttered open.
“This will be for you even THINKING of getting anywhere close to my Vic!” Danica snarled, before turning to the crowd while hauling a very woozy Jones to her feet. “Time for my revenge!”
The crowd exploded into cheers as Danica let out a rage filled scream, and with all the power she had left, hoisted the much taller, and heavier, redhead into the air for a Wotjek’s Revenge.
Wotjek’s Revenge -: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrDjBim__p8&t=456s
Ariane was lifted up, up, up…and it was nearing the moment of transition into the second half of her finisher, when all momentum halted as the cowgirl began struggling, flailing, and kicking her legs like she was swimming away from a shark.
The momentum shifted, and Ariane began falling back the way she had come. Landing on her feet, leaving them both facing each other.
Ariane wrapped her left arm around Danica’s neck in a surprisingly strong side-sleeper. “My turn…bitch.”
Hoedown - www.youtube.com/watch?v=3igRig0OKDU
The position had let Ariane near flawlessly perform one of her signature moves, face planting Danica full force into the mat. The ring shuddered from the hit. The crimson haired warrior took a second to catch her breath, and wipe a little blood and hair from in front of her eyes, before rolling over to Danica’s legs. Quickly intertwining the blonde’s stems within her own with the ease of throwing a lariat at a cow, the resident cowgirl leaned forward, grabbed both of Danica’s splayed arms, then leaned further and further back until she hoisted Dadal like a flag into the sky in the Final Ride, a Dragon Romero Sleeper Hold.
Final Ride - www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPGaE7GfZ-0
Danica let out a scream of pain as she was left hanging in the sky, her arms burning from the pain, before she was lowered down and an arm slinked around her neck to finish the sleeper hold.
“You’ve gone and done it now, Dadal,” Ariane whispered into the screaming woman’s ears. “Scream all y’all want. Ain’t gonna help you now.”
And with that, Ariane wrenched her arm.
The move wrenched the Polish Pitbull’s neck back at an awkward angle while bending her lower body up towards the sky. The audience nearly got an eyeful as the jarring and wrenching shakes shook Danica’s prodigious mounds, which angle straight towards the rafters, juggling about in the barely there bikini.
“You bitch! I’m gonna beat you when I get out of thisAAAAHHHHH!!!” Danica gritted her teeth as tears sprung from her eyes. “Just…you…GAAAAH…You cow-fuc—”
Ariane had had enough.
“Shut up, Dadal.”
With a deft swiftness developed from both her days in rodeo, as well as being a practicing veterinarian and wrangling animals for visits, Ariane plunged Dadal’s face straight into the opening of her flannel shirt, performing a magic trip of making nearly all of Danica’s face disappear within her monstrous mammaries.
It was a position many in the crowd envied, but one Dadal couldn’t believe she was in. The Tit-queen of FAWN was getting smothered!!!
Danica flailed blindly, screaming into the sweaty chest of her opponent as her arms swung madly for purchase. Second after second ticked by…until finally, Danica’s flailing right hand found Ariane’s side…
…and began tapping furiously.
Merle, who had climbed into the ring, noticed it immediately. “Ariane, she’s tapping, let her go!”
With a grumble, and holding the submission in for just a second longer than needful, Ariane released the hold, then shoved a gasping Danica forward. The blonde flopped like a fish onto the mat, sucking in deep breaths, her body shuddering from lack of oxygen, tears streaming down her cheeks from the humiliation of what that cowgirl had done to her.
“And here is your winner…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
The cowgirl nodded while laying back on the mat. Slowly, she got to her feet, stumbling up until Merle caught her arm, raising it high. After such a FRUSTRATING fight, victory and the roar of a crowd celebrating that victory is a soothing balm to Ariane’s spirit. She lets out a sigh of exhaustion but also relief that some measure of comeuppance has been delivered. Ariane glances over her shoulder to see Danica has risen to a knee still taking in deep breaths. The loss is just beginning to settle in for the disappointed Daddy, she stares into the middle distance with a miserable air and clenching fists. Ariane owes this little hellcat nothing, but for Hackenschmidt’s sake and not wanting things to escalate to the level of animosity with Rue Ann Mackenna, she throws The Pitbull the smallest of bones.
As she heads to leave the ring, Ariane stops and gestures vaguely at the space Danica’s occupying but not looking at her, “After all that I don’t want to think, hear, see, or think about you for the next 24 hours. Once that’s over, maybe we can talk and bury this hatchet.” Ariane steps through the ropes and walks up the ramp with her head high and proud while Danica remains in the ring, she slowly rises to stand as she speaks low to herself, “Oh we’ll bury the hatchet all right.“ She adjusts the straps of her overworked bikini top, sending a wave motion through her rack that causes the eyes of half the building (including Merle’s) to laser focus on her cleavage, “Right after I bury you.”