Post by hawkeye on Jun 6, 2023 23:21:38 GMT
Fans are rushing to their seats for this next fight! Their first confrontation was such a delicious spectacle in a Restaurant War match, any rematch between Danica and Ariane is destined to put butts in seats. With the always crowd-pleasing stipulations of a Smother match being the code of combat, fans are chomping at the bit to see whether it’ll be Danica’s hulking hooters or Ariane’s plentiful puppies that come out the winner.
The announcer clears his throat away from the mic before projecting to the arena, ”The next contest will be a Smother match with a time limit of twenty minutes, and no rope-breaks! The winner can only be decided by smothering your opponent to quit or to unconsciousness! Introducing first…”
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT by NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
A stream of violent hip-hop pours through the speakers and the crowd gets on its feet! LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards makes her appearance.
“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!!”
The honey blonde breaks through the curtains with a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her presence, poking the tip of her tongue out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spreads her arms wide and does a little twirl like she’s trying on a new dress for prom. She points a finger at a nearby camera and talks through the lens like she’s speaking to a friend at the club, “Ariane just won the lottery, she gets to sleep on the two greatest pillows in the world tonight!”
Danica saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans and hints at Ariane’s potential fate. She wears white boots and white pants that shine under the lights, the hemline starting just above the curve of her peach of a backside. Along each leg are silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots.
Her long, honey-blond hair is worn in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy. Her tight sleeveless buttoned top is of a different cut for this match; Danica’s sporting a deep V that lets her mountainous mammaries breathe while positioning her gurls front and center. You can’t glance at Danica without that all-consuming cleavage sucking your gaze down its depths.
The Pitbull flips off one of her few hecklers in the stands and focuses on the fight at hand. She climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and sets up shop in a corner, waiting with bated breath to teach this upstart redhead where her place is!
She doesn’t have to wait long, as the symphonic clapping begins, before starting into the lyrics of “Thank God I’m a Country Girl”.
“Thank God I’m a Country Girl”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ft8HZxTSoc
“From Rapid City, South Dakota…standing at five feet, nine inches tall and weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds…she is your FAWN Sheriff and your County Cowgirl next door…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long, as the restless redhead herself, Ariane Jones, soon appears at the top of the ramp, belting out a massive ‘YEEEEHAW’, which is reciprocated by many of the fans in attendance.
Though today, the fans are sent into an even greater tizzy than normal, as while the cowgirl-turned-wrestler is still wearing her normal red and black plaid top, boots and cowgirl hat, the luscious lass has switched out her jean shorts for a flowing, albeit still quite short, jean skirt with several flaps allowing her ample movement. Catcalls and whistles sound off as the normally reserved country girl blushes, waves at the crowd, before staring forward at the ring.
Her eyes narrow, a scowl etched onto her face as she marches forward like a woman possessed. The redhead keeps focused on the epicentre of her disgust, the blonde who currently was holding Ariane’s glare with one of her own.
Ariane easily jumped up onto the ring apron, sliding in between the ropes before temporarily averting her gaze from the object of her loathing to climb one of the turnbuckles and belt out one more, massive, ‘YEEEEHAW’ to the crowd.
With a fling of her hat to a lucky fan, Ariane hopped off the turnbuckle, her skirt fluttering before she walked to the center of the ring, where Danica had marched forward to meet her.
The blonde stood chest to chest with Ariane, looking up at the 6” taller wrestler fearlessly even though her massive set barely touched the bottom of Ariane’s seemingly smaller pair.
“You’re coming out here to a smother match looking like a hick schoolgirl?” Danica said with a smirk. This is going to be so much easier than I thought to make sure you stay away from Vic after I send you to sleep.”
The referee stepped forward as Danica bumped chests with Ariane, the suddenness forcing the redhead a step backwards. “Danica,” the ref warned. “Not until after the bell!”
“Just declare me the winner now,” Danica shot back. Ariane glared at Danica, before reaching to the front of her tied top and began loosening it without Danica realizing.
“This hick wouldn’t be able to smother a bug…”
Danica continued as the knot came loose on Ariane’s top.
“...with her pathetic excuse…”
Ariane removed her top to the whistles of the audience, her face blushing furiously as her normal top, which also served as a heavy-impact sports bra, was removed revealing a much more revealing top beneath. It also had the added impact of releasing her girls, which bounced free and inflated to their full, 38DD form.
It also finally caught Danica’s attention. “...for tits…that…”
The blonde gawked, her jaw dropping as Ariane, still blushing furiously, leveled a glare towards her opponent. “Remember, you wanted this,” she said, her blush turning even brighter. “You’re…going to regret this…”
Danica’s gawking turned to blind fury as her eye twitched. She whirled on the ref after spotting a pair that was even larger than her own. “REF! She stuffed her bra! Pat her down! She can’t possibly be that big!”
Baffled and flustered, the referee glances at his hands and then looks straight at Ariane’s pair. The redhead nearly crosses her arms over her bounty and gives him an embarrassed but warding look. The official waves off the appealing, but potentially employment-costing idea and raises his palms in dismay, “I can’t check…I…they seem natural to me!”
“Excuse you!” Ariane’s eyebrows shoot into her hairline with the audacity of the situation. “They are 100% natural, but excuse you!”
Between the hapless official and Jones’ secret JMDs, Dadal’s mind is spiralling with rage. Jones must have planned this, the Cowgirl used her udders on in their last match to plant the seed of a smother match into Dadal’s mind. No wonder Victoria’s spending so much time with this cracked-tooth Appalachian, she’s a master manipulator!
Danica stomps closer to the chestier than ever Destroyer, but doesn’t lock horns like she did a moment ago, “Don’t think you got an edge here, Keystone Cop. The last thing you’ll see before you’re carried to the back will be my gurls enveloping your face!”
Now the flush on Ariane’s face is mostly from anger and not embarrassment. She stalks forward and goes belly to belly with the infuriating half-pint, so she can look down into Danica’s face and trash talk some truth, “After I slap you silly and put you sleep with my pillows in this ridiculous match. I’m gonna perp-walk you all over this arena till you apologize and show me some respect!”
This heated eye-to-eye exchange is a bit onesided; because of the substantial height difference and their proximity, Danica’s vision is filled with Ariane’s very bountiful chest! She can feel the heat coming off the heaving set and smells a subtle perfume that Danica knows Vic would enjoy… The Beautiful Berzerker suddenly palms the opposing breasts and shoves Ariane away, the cowgirl having to do a little jig on her heels to stay upright.
“You keep those misshapen implants out of my face, I don’t know what hazardous materials they’re made of!”
Something in Ariane snaps and she darts forward with a hand raised to slap this hussy into next week! “You little-!”
“Whoawhoawhoa!” the official sandwiches himself between the two ladies making him the envy of everyone in the arena. “We're starting this off right or we’re not doing this at all, go to your corners!”
The well-endowed combatants just stand there sharing a hateful gaze before they start simultaneously backing away, neither trusting the other not to attack them once their back was turned. Once each woman was in their corner and the official completed Ariane’s patdown, the match was on!
DINGDING!
Ariane was out of her corner in a flash, a human juggernaut as she tore across the ring. Meanwhile, Danica’s head was whirling. What if Vic had been seeing Ariane behind her back? What if they were planning on becoming a new tag team? Was that the reason why Vic hadn’t returned her calls yesterday? Was she on a date?
It wasn’t until the Polish Pitbull felt Ariane’s shoulder ramming her into the turnbuckle behind her that she awakened from her horrifying thoughts of a Vic-less life. She gagged as she was nearly bent in half, then slumped into a seat in the corner, coughing and spluttering while trying to get her breath back.
“Not so tough now, are ya girl?” Ariane growled, before stomping away at Danica’s chest one, two, three…a good half dozen times before halting, just to jump up into the air while holding onto the ropes, getting enough height to go vertical, before slamming back down in one of her more famous bronco busters, the “Country Ride”
County Ride: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOsvobY1y5o
Once again Danica was stunned, eyes wide as the full weight of the Country Cowgirl fell upon her own city-gurls.
But that wasn’t the end.
As Danica slumped a further few inches onto the ground, Ariane climbed the turnbuckle, faced the ring, and grinned. “I heard that ALL smothers were allowed.
With a cheeky grin, Ariane jumped down, planting her skirted rear right onto Danica’s face.
Ariane sat for a few moments, leaning against the ropes as Danica began thrashing beneath her. “Just want this done and dusted…” she grumbled, listening to the leers and cheers coming from the audience, feeling her face flush.
Before a scream escaped her lips, and the Rodeo Queen of the Ring shot off her perch like a bald eagle, grabbing her glutes and shrieking. “YOU BIT ME!!”
The audience roared in laughter as Ariane rubbed her posterior, glaring at Danica, who was spitting and wiping at her mouth.
“You taste like shit,” growled Danica, between deep gulps of air.
“Why you…” Ariane charged back at the corner with an arm raised, ready to slide in with a foreman across Danica’s mug, only to flop to the side seeing stars as a pair of boots caught her directly in the chin. The country star was still counting the cows circling her head as Danica scraped her off the mat and shoved her into the corner. “You think you know a butt smother?”
Danica raced across the ring, before charging back across, and at the last moment, jumping and twisting mid-air to plant her butt directly onto Arianen’s face in a brutal-looking rear view!
Rear View: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkJrgRKvsOk
The hit shook the corner, even lifting Ariane’s legs off the mat as her head was snapped backwards, before she tumbled down, hitting each of the turnbuckles on the shuffling fall.
“I learned THAT from Cassava!” Danica said with a grin, slapping her rear as she leered at the redhead.
In the back…
In the backroom watching the match, Cassava Onika grinned, “That’s my girl! Get her Danica!” Across from her, a silent Jenny Goodale offered her a steely gaze before returning it to watching her own friend in the ring now being hauled up out of the corner.
Back to the ring…
“And Victoria taught me this one!”
Danica doubles over and takes Ariane by the waist. With a “Huup!” of exertion the Beautiful Berzerker straightens with the much larger woman over a shoulder into a backbend. She slaps the redhead against the mat like a frontflip gone wrong, Danica knows she can’t win the match with a cover but still bridges when the move lands to run up on Jones in style points.
Northern Lights Suplex: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP_JRMqHDp0
Jones coughs when her spine hit the pine and her limbs flop in a spread eagle, slightly stunned by the Suplex the Cowgirl tries to keep the trash talk at a stalemate.
“Maybe if you were a better student you’d have picked up some of Vic’s manners-Mmphh!!”
Danica rotates her bridge to face the horizontal hussy and drops her weight on Ariane in a Splash. Setting her feet wide and setting her hands flat on the mat, Danica shifts and slides over Ariane’s sputtering face and settles in for her first and hopefully winning Smother of the match. Unexpectedly, in a show of disrespect or technique, the LAW Dog’s tummy is her weapon of choice and not her much-advertised aroogas.
“You haven’t earned the privilege, cow dung,” Danica dictates, stabbing and grinding her chin into Ariane’s abdomen. Taking a page out of Pandora’s playbook looks to have been the right decision; the Sheriff of FAWN’s struggling like a puppy under a weighted blanket. An unorthodox move in an unorthodox match has Ariane floundering!
“That’s right. Taste it, honey!” Dadal screws her chin over a rib, “Just be glad this wasn’t a penthouse match I’d spend the whole night- Hey! Stop! Stop that!”
The barks of the Polish Pitbull curdling in her ears, Jones plants her feet flat and summons all the strength she’s earned from working on the ranch and working out at the gym to rise with Danica off the canvas like an automated bridge. The FAWNatics give a burst of applause at the display of strength and they keep that adulation going when Jones reverses their positions and lifts the squirming Lightweight onto a shoulder with the blonde’s legs draping down Jones’ back.
Ariane slaps Danica on the bottom making her cuss and flail indignantly, “I’d toss you through every wall of a penthouse then throw you down the garbage shoot.” The Sheriff starts running to a corner to treat her pint-sized cargo to a true Stampede! Ariane uses those lusciously long legs to race across the canvas. Danica has no dreams of being the meat in a Hick/buckles sandwich and manages to slip down the Cowgirl’s back and shove her the rest of the way. Ariane has no time to protect herself and rams the corner with the force of a car with no brakes; the redhead staggers back on wet noodle legs cradling her bosom, now that they’re out of their confines, Ariane’s bust is more sensitive and that hurt like heck! The Rodeo Queen turns and leans against the corner for support, leaving her in the perfect spot for Danica to leap up and squash her against the buckles with a Running Splash! Ariane gets her first taste of Dadal’s goodies when her face briefly disappears under the wave of the ex-Squire’s bosom. Leaning on Jones and holding the back of her head, Danica stands on the second ropes and gives Ariane a guided tour of the Polish mountains. Using the Cowgirl's face as a sponge she scrub-scrub-scrubs her tits like she's having a rendezvous with Hackenschmidt later tonight.
Having shown Jones the difference between high-quality organic melons and ones raised on GMOs, Danica springs a foot on the right set of cables to balance on the left set letting Ariane out of her sweltering cleavage. Ariane takes in deep breaths and tries to get the taste of ungrateful sidekick out of her mouth as she’s shoved free of the corner on the way to center ring on unsteady steps. Danica positions herself into a low crouch on the top buckle, she calls out to Jones who’s still wiping boob sweat from her eyes “Look this way, Longstocking!”
As Ariane turns around, Dadal launches from the high-rent district into a beautiful Diving Crossbody that audibly slaps against Ariane’s front.
But doesn’t knock the Sheriff down.
Danica finds herself in Ariane’s strong grip, held horizontally like a piece of lumber waiting to be stacked. Danica’s face scrunchies in frustration and she kicks her legs in the air “Go down, yOOOUU-!” Ariane lets go of The Pitbull’s lower body as she goes into a twist, flinging Danica under an arm as she drops to a seat, smashing the little bully into the ring with a Swinging Side Slam!
youtu.be/YrbLRejlcAU?t=15
The former Squire goes flaccid on the mat, and the Dakotan Cowgirl quickly swiped a leg, hefted it up and waited for a three count.
One that didn’t come after several seconds of Ariane laying across her supine foe.
“Uh, Ref, ain’t ya gonna count?”
The audience groaned.
The Ref facepalmed.
In the back, Bethany reached for the Tylenol feeling a migraine coming on.
“Uh, Ms Jones…” the ref began as Danica began to stir. “This is a, uh…smother match. No pins, remember?”
Ariane blinked.
“Oh…shoot, sorry! I forgot. Muscle memory and all that…”
The now blushing redhead dropped the leg, remembering the match type and who was responsible for it. Her eyes narrowed at Dadal, who was just coming to after the brutal slam. “Of course that’s why y’all chose this match. You didn’t want to get pinned or submitted ya cheeky little gnat!”
Grabbing a handful of Danica’s top, and nearly ripping it off as she lugged the blonde to her feet, Ariane then hoisted a struggling Dadal over her shoulders in an accordion backbreaker stretch she called the Honky Tonk Blues.
And boy did Ariane begin to play; stretching and squeezing Dadal as she marched her around the ring, giving the audience a show as Danica’s screams changed octaves with each press and squash.
“Honky Tonk Blues” - www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1O2SYIz-Eg&t=8s
“You sure I can’t just submit her?” The redhead asked with a grin. “She sounds like she wants to.”
The referee shook his head, blushing slightly as Ariane turned to do another circuit of the ring, and he caught an eyeful of Dadal’s gal’s dancing along to her singing.
“Oh well…guess its the other way..” Ariane grumbled, before flipping the former Squire over her head and slamming her onto an outstretched knee, before pushing down hard on Daddy’s chest and legs in her Hazer and Header.
“Hazer and Header” www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPrRPBOCGjk
“Y’all sure no submissions allowed?” Ariane said as she increased the pressure, waking the blonde up fully who was now screaming out in pain while trying to kick her legs to release the pressure.
“I’m positive,” the ref replied.
Ariane switched to pressure down on Danica’s chin, silencing the blonde, as the redhead bounced up her and down, giving the audience an unwitting show to some dancing gurls.
“Y’all sure about that?”
A nod.
“Positive?”
Another, more annoyed nod as Danica clawed at the hand pressing down on her. Fine then. I think I’ve almost smothered her in offense enough to get her to chew her cud.”
Releasing the hold, a spluttering, choking Polish Pitbull was left gasping on the mat…but only for a moment before Ariane grabbed her between the legs and again by the shirt, and in an impressive show of strength, lifted the now panicking blonde up above her head and nearly seven feet into the air in a military press.
“High Noon”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=of8g_PWuHr4&t=29s
With a massive ‘Yeeeeehaw’ to the audience, the Blackhills Beauty slammed Danica onto the mat with a reverberating thud followed by the blonde bouncing.
The last bit appeared too much for her shirt. Danica bosom bursts through the top revealing a final barrier of modesty in a white string bikini top that obscures her areolas with triangles that seem a jiggle away from succumbing to the wave of flesh they hold back. The buttons blasted off her ruined outer layer like six-shooters, one even popping the ref in the forehead, sending him stumbling off as Ariane lowered herself down onto her hands and knees.
In a move that would be posted to the internet immediately after the match, and make Ariane the heartthrob to many a male’s hearts…the Country Cowgirl crawled up and over Danica, a blush radiating heat from her face, before lowering her chest down atop Danica’s face. “Remember…” the redhead grumbled. “You wanted this…”
Ariane’s JMDs settling on Dadal’s face is like a whiff of smelling salts to the jealous Pitbull and she starts struggling like someone tried to wrap her in a thundershirt. Dadal puts up a desperate fight but as the commentary team dictates to the viewers at home, The Black Hill’s Beauty’s vast size and weight advantage seems to nullify all of Danica’s attempts to escape. “There’s not a vast difference!” Ariane corrects sharply, overhearing the commentary team’s description. “We’re both fit, she’s just tiny!”
Riding out Danica’s awkward attempts at knee shots and punches, Jones places her palms on the mat above the blonde’s head, trying to flatten herself out as thin as possible. “I hope taking the L twice in a row will tell you that you’ve been a totalOOWWW!!”
In Ariane’s inexperience with the smother style she made a crucial mistake and left Danica’s hands free. Working half of Ariane’s long fiery mane around her digits, Danica yanks hard and forces the Sheriff to cry out and raise her chin up or get a Friar Tuck. Another yank makes Jones raise her good and plenties off Dadal's face allowing her to take in a rasping breath.
"You should have studied some tape before coming into this ring!" Daddy Dadal rasps hatefully before using Jones' hair as a leash to reverse their positions and take the mount. The redhead reaches up for a hairpull of her own but Dadal bats her hands aside and drops shiver after shiver onto Jones' offending breasts. "I'm not taking anything except the winner's purse after I kick your heifer ass!”
After properly tenderizing her opponent's balcony Danica interlocks her hands with Ariane's and beats them against the canvas. After a shave and a haircut, Danica stretches them above Ariane’s head and lowers her beautiful baps over- Ariane Bridges out of the smother! Danica is riding the Sheriff’s hips like she’s a depowered mechanical bull; the blonde growls in dissatisfaction and goes into a handstand, her bikini top audibly straining as her breasts try to teardrop. Daddy Dadal falls back into her seat hoping to collapse the Bridge but Ariane’s abs hold strong.
Ariane looks up (technically down) with a grin at Danica, “You’re light but you’re soft. Too much talking trash, not enough backing it up, Polish Puppy.” Danica sees red and snarls like the Pitbull of her moniker and goes into another handstand; she starts to lean back into position when Dadal’s biceps flare, locking herself at an angle before she pulls herself against Ariane so that her bust *Claps!* against the Cowgirl’s! “Ow!” Startled at the unfamiliar pain, Ariane’s bridge breaks down and they fall to the mat, Danica slaps down against Jones’ body, giving her melons another crushing!
The FAWN arena explodes at the juggy Lightweight’s new method of attack, they could watch the next sequence for an hour and they wouldn’t stop hootin’ and hollerin’! Going into rapid push-ups, Danica lowers the boom on Ariane’s baps again and again and again. ”What’s soft will be your tits after I flatten them into pizza crust,” she whispers as she settles into a rolling grind. The Lawful Destroyer hisses at her girls being bullied and flips themselves over when Danica raises for another splash. Now it’s Ariane trying to turn Danica’s bust into a pancake special! Her splashes are slower but have a lot more impact; thunderous smacks followed by the shrill cry of an overcome blonde fill the Florida air.
CLAP! “Ahhh!!” CLAP! “Aiee!!” CLAP! “Gaggh!!”
“You hype your sweater-fillers so much, you’d think they stand up to pressure better!” The Sheriff jaws to Dadal’s pained-gaped face, giving an elongated shoulder shimmy to mushroom the defending bust. Wincing into a roar, Danica forces a turn over and resumes her body to body bombardement. Then Ariane takes over. Then Danica. Then Ariane again; over and over the wheel of bodies turn, each one fighting for D Cup Dominance! After covering three-fourths of the ring’s perimeter they rise to their knees in a duelling Bearhug. Their arms are wrapped around each other while they lock into a death stare, their breasts engaging in extreme close-quarters battle. Each woman glaring at the other as they alternate squeezing and jerking to gain advantage. The pair move back and forth like a seesaw, melons inflating and deflating as the pressure increases and blows land. The sweaty stalemate goes on for second after lllooooonnnng second when finally…
“Geeh!”
Ariane yelps and flinches when a nipple glances off another, and the tide turns in Danica’s favor! With an impactful clench, their bodies visibly grow closer as Ariane’s arms loosen, and with another clench, they drop and her head tilts back in a silent scream. The LAW Dog grins with spiteful victory as they rise to their feet in the hug and she shoves Ariane away.
Danica meant to push Jones flat, but something far more interesting occurs; the redhead is teetering on her heels a few steps in a failing bid for balance, and when she falls, it’s right into the ropes! The top and middle cables cross over her arms, locking the Black Hills in a reclining T-pose and at the mercy of a sadistic Daddy Dadal.
“Oh, this is delicious!” Dadal said with a grin, cracking her knuckles as she approached the captured cowgirl. Ariane tried to get her arms out in time but…
WWWWHHHHAAPPPPP!
“Aiiiiiiiiiee!”
Danica whipped a resounding slap against Ariane’s chest, making the redhead’s eyes water. The crowd roared as Danica let loose a flurry of chesty chops against the Black Hills Beauty’s bust! Slap after slap resounds, making women in the audience wince as Jones is rocked back and forth. After thoroughly tenderizing the thoroughbred of wrestling, Danica rockets across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and Splashes onto the wobbly Jones, smothering her face into her chest.
Ariane could do nothing in her position except flail her legs as her face disappeared into Danica’s mounds. “Had enough yet?” she asked, momentarily pulling Ariane’s face out by her hair after five seconds.
Ariane glowered.
“Fine, I can do this all day,” Dadal retorted, placing Ariane’s face again in her pillowy prison.
Every five seconds of heaven left Ariane more battered and gasping for breath, and Danica more frustrated. Finally, after a fifth quick smother, Danica released her quarry so she could again run across the ring to the ropes, going for a splash on the return-
Only for Ariane to land a kick right to Danica’s chest!!
It wasn’t her patented Cowgirl Kick, but it had devastating consequences as the air was sucked from her lungs and her chest squashed against her ribs. Danica stumbles forward, only to get a second surprise!
Ariane jumping up and latching on a deadly headscissors around the Polish Pitbutt’s neck!!
Danica let out a gasp, grabbing onto Ariane’s legs as the redhead shimmied her forward until she was right between the redhead’s thighs, the blonde’s face disappearing beneath Ariane’s skirt before she really began to squeeze.
The ref wasn’t sure what to do, watching as Ariane, still tied up in the ropes, was squeezing Danica’s head between her thighs like the watermelon he’d seen her crush the same way on Youtube. The blonde struggles and attempts to pull herself out of her meaty prison, but all anyone saw was her hair behind Ariane’s jean skirt and Danica trying to pull away!
After several long seconds, Danica finally got part of her wish. A particularly strong yank finally pulled the pair away from the ropes, but only due to Ariane’s arms finally getting dislodged from the ropes. The sudden momentum left Ariane swinging down and around, accidentally performing a brutal-looking Hurricarana, slamming Danica down onto the mat. Both women lay gasping for breath, Danica clutching her throat as Ariane rolled off her and got to her knees to take a quick breather herself. Shaking her arms from the rope burns now torched across them, Ariane got to her feet, before grabbing a hold of Danica’s legs, dragging her to the center of the ring.
“Time to take a spin, Toots,” She growled.
TAKING A TRAMP FOR A TWIRL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qej8W8u9jCU
With the brutal strength of a Destroyer class wrestler, Ariane was quick to pull Danica up into the air as she began to spin, the audience counting along to every revolution. Danica let out a piercing scream, clutching her head as the rotations became faster and faster.
“Eight!”
“Nine!”
“Ten!”
“Fifteen!”
“TWENTY!”
It was finally on the twentieth revolution around the redhead did Ariane release Danica, tossing her towards the corner in a heap. The Country Cowgirl took a moment to shake away the dizziness from performing the move, glad in the fact that her opponent looked completely out of it…
…but not out of it enough.
Ariane had seen Danica’s match for the title a few PPV’s back, and knew the blonde had extra reserves tucked who knew where. Something big would have to be done before she could smother her out and end this ridiculous match.
She walked over to the downed blonde, kicking her several times until she spasmed onto her back, before Ariane hauled her up by her hair and shoulders. Danica wobbled to her feet as Ariane shuffled positions with her, sending a powerful punch to Dadal’s stomach to soften her up like a bar of butter for the Barnburner she had planned.
Ariane climbed onto the bottom rope, making her she had a tight grip around Danica as she progressed to the second rope.
The audience roared, knowing what was coming…one of the most brutal powerbombs in the history of FAWN…the Barnburner, a jumping powerbomb from nine feet up from the top of the turnbuckle.
It was not a fate Danica wanted…and one she realized was about to happen.
A surge of energy took over the blonde’s body, and she SLAMMED an uppercut into Ariane’s stomach as the redhead attempted to lift her up into position.
The blow caught Ariane completely unprepared…her body folding around the punch. A second soon followed, making the redhead’s mouth open into an ‘o’ as a silent scream escaped her lips. A third caught her in the chest, nearly bouncing her girls right out of her shirt before a final left her arms drooping by her side, a glazed look in her eyes.
“This is for VIC!!” Danica roared, getting underneath the cowgirl before grabbing a hold of her head, and in a remarkable show of strength this far into the match, hoisted Ariane INTO THE AIR in a stalling Inverted Suplex, the redhead’s face firmly planted between Danica’s girls, legs kicking woozily above her.
With another scream of pure adrenaline with nothing left in the tank, Danica PLANTED Ariane in a stalling suplex that shook the ring and left both wrestlers wobbly on the ring, Ariane with a glazed look, breathing slowly, chest rising softly as she looked up at the lights, and Danica sucking in deep breaths of air, laying prone facing the mat.
The two women lay gasping on the mat, head to head, sucking in air as both had been nearly entirely drained by the last move. Ariane groaned, moving her arms, as Danica rolled onto her stomach, raising her head to see the top of Ariane’s head a few feet away.
A last-ditch idea came to her mind, with the Polish Pitbull crawling forward.
Ariane was sucking in deep breaths trying to avoid the pain in her back from being slammed to the mat with the suplex when a shadow came over her face. She looked up to see a spent, tired Dadal glaring down at her, hair cascading to form a menacing destroyer above.
“Nighty night, bitch,”
Danica lowered her chest onto the cowgirl’s face and wrapped her arms around the back of Ariane’s neck to complete the smother. Holding her head up, she grinned, looking at the audience as they cheered her on…
…only for her view to swiftly change as two arms wrapped around her own neck, shoving her face into the sweaty cleavage of the Black Hills Beauty’s own monstrous rack.
A battle of attrition had begun!
The two busty brawlers were stuck in a mutual smother only and one could emerge victorious. The two women began thrashing around the ring, rolling like a pair of alligators in a mutual death roll. The referee tried to keep up, and away, from the pair as best he could, trying to find a place in the ring where he could judge the smothers from…
…only to misstep, landing him directly into the path of the two rolling wrestlers! The pair barreled over him, knocking him to the apron. He yelps for a second only to be silenced as Danica completely rolls over him, altering their path just slightly. He gasps as he emerges, the crowd roaring in laughter, only for him to be covered as it was Ariane’s turn to roll atop him as the battling beauties had again switched directions.
The changes in direction altered the path. When before the pair were rolling directly in the center of the ring, those final turns found them rested near the edge with one woman laying firmly in the ring, her juggs smothering her opponent’s face with a death grip around her neck…
…while the other had their body hanging nearly entirely outside the ring, their own smother still in effect, but their body craned at a back-breaking angle as their upper back was the only support they had keeping them in the ring while their legs flailed for any purchase.
It took a moment for the referee to slap the silly grin off his face, to remember his own role in this match. Spotting the mass of blonde and red hair off to the side, he slid out of the ring, running to the apron where the flailings of the woman hanging outside the ring grew even more frantic.
The woman hanging 90% outside the ring finally released one hand, instead focusing on frantic punches to the back of their opponent’s head…
…but she wouldn’t let go.
The punches slowed, turned into a clawing attempt, ripping at hair to gain her release, before even those movements wavered, and stopped. The thrashing kicks, attempts at finding the floor soon slowed, as her body wilted like a dying flower in the harsh summer’s sun.
Finally, her arms fell limp at her sides, with the woman on top finally able to raise her head and suck in a deep, welcoming breath of air.
“Check her…Ref…” she ordered, still holding onto her vicious smother.
The ref did as intended, raising up the lower woman’s arm once…
…then twice…
…then a third time.
DING DING DING!!!
The ref called for the bell at the same moment Danica finally released her smother, letting a completely unconscious Ariane Jones tumble completely off the apron to land in a messy heap on the ground outside.
“Your winner, by a smother knockout…your Polish Pitbull…Danica Dadal!”
Danica is slow to her feet, and allows her arm to be raised by the official. Despite her exhaustion, The Beautiful Berzerker is aglow with the euphoria of Victory! Even with her near-naked chest heaving in its too-small confines and her body slick with perspiration, it’s hard not to watch Danica’s joyous expression as she laughs and touts her win over her perceived rival, “I did it! The Top Bytch with the Top Tits, nobody’s better than me!”
Dadal breaks away from the ref to scamper up the buckles of the nearest corner and shake her moneymakers for a drooling crowd, causing a minor riot in the stands as men and women briefly frenzy overcome by the desire to touch. A sea of phones shoot up and start recording what would hopefully be a post-match ritual, just as a battle-dressed Victoria Hackenschmidt, the woman who’s at the center of this bizarre feud comes jogging through the curtain with Ariane’s boyfriend Cimar hot on her heels.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria pauses before entering the ring, bending over to check on Ariane, who’s just now waking up and sitting against the steel steps. “Ariane, are you all right? Can you breathe?” Cimar drops to a knee by the conquered Cowgirl and becomes the doting partner, “You did amazing babe! You almost had her.”
Finding it hard to form words just yet, Ariane places a hand against Cimar’s hard pecs and gives Victoria a weary thumbs up, wheezing out what Victoria approximates as ‘I’m alright.’
Hackenschmidt nods and gives her a pat on the shoulder, “Great showing, Ariane.” And hauls herself onto the apron and steps through the ropes. Danica’s bouncing on the ropes to give the twins a good bounce for her loyal LAW fans when she sees her friend, ex-partner, and record-setting former IC champ Victoria in the corner of her eye.
“Hey, Vic!”
Danica hops off the cables in front of the Giant German, Victoria jerks back like her swaying triple Ds were going to slap her in the face, “Did ya watch me? I kicked her ass!” Victoria drags her eyes from the two enormous distractions that won Dadal the match and laser-focuses on the Ex-Squire’s eyes, The Knight holds back her physical attraction to the victress at costs. It took them too a long time to reach the tentative peace they have now, “I was, congratulations Dada. That was a well-fought match from start to finish, I’m proud of you.”
The cherry on top. A weight falls from Danica’s shoulders that she didn’t know she was carrying and she gives Victoria the biggest hug, the taller blonde seizes feeling Danica’s Juggs of Mass Destruction press against her midsection, “Thanks, Vic.” she sighs, “I needed to hear that and I needed this win.”
“Gern geschehen. But,” Victoria gently put Danica at arm's length, her gaze briefly sucked into the Berzerker’s cleavage before she steels herself and looks at Danica’s face. “This thing between you and Ariane needs to stop. I’m not even sure how it started but you’re both above this, you should be going after titles not trading wins in a feud.”
A salvo of insults against that cop-cosplaying ginger is on the tip of Danica’s tongue but she bites it back, she worked hard to get out of the red with her best friend and she can’t go back. She shuts her eyes and takes in a deep breath through her nose, making Victoria’s vision drop like an anchor to her bosom as it expands, then lets the breathe out. Danica turns her head to Ariane, currently in Cimar’s big arms, being carried up the ramp bridal-style. The Cowgirl’s embarrassed, but also a little excited at living out the ending to An Officer and a Gentleman. Her mild protests are drowned out by the cheering fans egging them on as they disappear behind the curtains.
“..Ugh.” Even this wholesome sight is soured by Danica’s view of the ginger hick Jones. But… sometimes you got to give a little to get a little. “Alright, I’ll bury the hatchet, and not even in her back, BUT!” She pokes Victoria in her navel, “You owe me a favour and I’m calling it in right now.”
Victoria blinks in confusion, “O-okay, what do you want?”
Moments later, as Victoria carried a grinning Danica in her arms like a new bride up the ramp, the winning kicking her legs with glee and her chest dwarfing her teacher’s with every step, Victoria hopes they didn’t climb out of the frying pan to just fall into the fire.
The announcer clears his throat away from the mic before projecting to the arena, ”The next contest will be a Smother match with a time limit of twenty minutes, and no rope-breaks! The winner can only be decided by smothering your opponent to quit or to unconsciousness! Introducing first…”
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT by NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
A stream of violent hip-hop pours through the speakers and the crowd gets on its feet! LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards makes her appearance.
“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!!”
The honey blonde breaks through the curtains with a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her presence, poking the tip of her tongue out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spreads her arms wide and does a little twirl like she’s trying on a new dress for prom. She points a finger at a nearby camera and talks through the lens like she’s speaking to a friend at the club, “Ariane just won the lottery, she gets to sleep on the two greatest pillows in the world tonight!”
Danica saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans and hints at Ariane’s potential fate. She wears white boots and white pants that shine under the lights, the hemline starting just above the curve of her peach of a backside. Along each leg are silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots.
Her long, honey-blond hair is worn in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy. Her tight sleeveless buttoned top is of a different cut for this match; Danica’s sporting a deep V that lets her mountainous mammaries breathe while positioning her gurls front and center. You can’t glance at Danica without that all-consuming cleavage sucking your gaze down its depths.
The Pitbull flips off one of her few hecklers in the stands and focuses on the fight at hand. She climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and sets up shop in a corner, waiting with bated breath to teach this upstart redhead where her place is!
She doesn’t have to wait long, as the symphonic clapping begins, before starting into the lyrics of “Thank God I’m a Country Girl”.
“Thank God I’m a Country Girl”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ft8HZxTSoc
“From Rapid City, South Dakota…standing at five feet, nine inches tall and weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds…she is your FAWN Sheriff and your County Cowgirl next door…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long, as the restless redhead herself, Ariane Jones, soon appears at the top of the ramp, belting out a massive ‘YEEEEHAW’, which is reciprocated by many of the fans in attendance.
Though today, the fans are sent into an even greater tizzy than normal, as while the cowgirl-turned-wrestler is still wearing her normal red and black plaid top, boots and cowgirl hat, the luscious lass has switched out her jean shorts for a flowing, albeit still quite short, jean skirt with several flaps allowing her ample movement. Catcalls and whistles sound off as the normally reserved country girl blushes, waves at the crowd, before staring forward at the ring.
Her eyes narrow, a scowl etched onto her face as she marches forward like a woman possessed. The redhead keeps focused on the epicentre of her disgust, the blonde who currently was holding Ariane’s glare with one of her own.
Ariane easily jumped up onto the ring apron, sliding in between the ropes before temporarily averting her gaze from the object of her loathing to climb one of the turnbuckles and belt out one more, massive, ‘YEEEEHAW’ to the crowd.
With a fling of her hat to a lucky fan, Ariane hopped off the turnbuckle, her skirt fluttering before she walked to the center of the ring, where Danica had marched forward to meet her.
The blonde stood chest to chest with Ariane, looking up at the 6” taller wrestler fearlessly even though her massive set barely touched the bottom of Ariane’s seemingly smaller pair.
“You’re coming out here to a smother match looking like a hick schoolgirl?” Danica said with a smirk. This is going to be so much easier than I thought to make sure you stay away from Vic after I send you to sleep.”
The referee stepped forward as Danica bumped chests with Ariane, the suddenness forcing the redhead a step backwards. “Danica,” the ref warned. “Not until after the bell!”
“Just declare me the winner now,” Danica shot back. Ariane glared at Danica, before reaching to the front of her tied top and began loosening it without Danica realizing.
“This hick wouldn’t be able to smother a bug…”
Danica continued as the knot came loose on Ariane’s top.
“...with her pathetic excuse…”
Ariane removed her top to the whistles of the audience, her face blushing furiously as her normal top, which also served as a heavy-impact sports bra, was removed revealing a much more revealing top beneath. It also had the added impact of releasing her girls, which bounced free and inflated to their full, 38DD form.
It also finally caught Danica’s attention. “...for tits…that…”
The blonde gawked, her jaw dropping as Ariane, still blushing furiously, leveled a glare towards her opponent. “Remember, you wanted this,” she said, her blush turning even brighter. “You’re…going to regret this…”
Danica’s gawking turned to blind fury as her eye twitched. She whirled on the ref after spotting a pair that was even larger than her own. “REF! She stuffed her bra! Pat her down! She can’t possibly be that big!”
Baffled and flustered, the referee glances at his hands and then looks straight at Ariane’s pair. The redhead nearly crosses her arms over her bounty and gives him an embarrassed but warding look. The official waves off the appealing, but potentially employment-costing idea and raises his palms in dismay, “I can’t check…I…they seem natural to me!”
“Excuse you!” Ariane’s eyebrows shoot into her hairline with the audacity of the situation. “They are 100% natural, but excuse you!”
Between the hapless official and Jones’ secret JMDs, Dadal’s mind is spiralling with rage. Jones must have planned this, the Cowgirl used her udders on in their last match to plant the seed of a smother match into Dadal’s mind. No wonder Victoria’s spending so much time with this cracked-tooth Appalachian, she’s a master manipulator!
Danica stomps closer to the chestier than ever Destroyer, but doesn’t lock horns like she did a moment ago, “Don’t think you got an edge here, Keystone Cop. The last thing you’ll see before you’re carried to the back will be my gurls enveloping your face!”
Now the flush on Ariane’s face is mostly from anger and not embarrassment. She stalks forward and goes belly to belly with the infuriating half-pint, so she can look down into Danica’s face and trash talk some truth, “After I slap you silly and put you sleep with my pillows in this ridiculous match. I’m gonna perp-walk you all over this arena till you apologize and show me some respect!”
This heated eye-to-eye exchange is a bit onesided; because of the substantial height difference and their proximity, Danica’s vision is filled with Ariane’s very bountiful chest! She can feel the heat coming off the heaving set and smells a subtle perfume that Danica knows Vic would enjoy… The Beautiful Berzerker suddenly palms the opposing breasts and shoves Ariane away, the cowgirl having to do a little jig on her heels to stay upright.
“You keep those misshapen implants out of my face, I don’t know what hazardous materials they’re made of!”
Something in Ariane snaps and she darts forward with a hand raised to slap this hussy into next week! “You little-!”
“Whoawhoawhoa!” the official sandwiches himself between the two ladies making him the envy of everyone in the arena. “We're starting this off right or we’re not doing this at all, go to your corners!”
The well-endowed combatants just stand there sharing a hateful gaze before they start simultaneously backing away, neither trusting the other not to attack them once their back was turned. Once each woman was in their corner and the official completed Ariane’s patdown, the match was on!
DINGDING!
Ariane was out of her corner in a flash, a human juggernaut as she tore across the ring. Meanwhile, Danica’s head was whirling. What if Vic had been seeing Ariane behind her back? What if they were planning on becoming a new tag team? Was that the reason why Vic hadn’t returned her calls yesterday? Was she on a date?
It wasn’t until the Polish Pitbull felt Ariane’s shoulder ramming her into the turnbuckle behind her that she awakened from her horrifying thoughts of a Vic-less life. She gagged as she was nearly bent in half, then slumped into a seat in the corner, coughing and spluttering while trying to get her breath back.
“Not so tough now, are ya girl?” Ariane growled, before stomping away at Danica’s chest one, two, three…a good half dozen times before halting, just to jump up into the air while holding onto the ropes, getting enough height to go vertical, before slamming back down in one of her more famous bronco busters, the “Country Ride”
County Ride: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOsvobY1y5o
Once again Danica was stunned, eyes wide as the full weight of the Country Cowgirl fell upon her own city-gurls.
But that wasn’t the end.
As Danica slumped a further few inches onto the ground, Ariane climbed the turnbuckle, faced the ring, and grinned. “I heard that ALL smothers were allowed.
With a cheeky grin, Ariane jumped down, planting her skirted rear right onto Danica’s face.
Ariane sat for a few moments, leaning against the ropes as Danica began thrashing beneath her. “Just want this done and dusted…” she grumbled, listening to the leers and cheers coming from the audience, feeling her face flush.
Before a scream escaped her lips, and the Rodeo Queen of the Ring shot off her perch like a bald eagle, grabbing her glutes and shrieking. “YOU BIT ME!!”
The audience roared in laughter as Ariane rubbed her posterior, glaring at Danica, who was spitting and wiping at her mouth.
“You taste like shit,” growled Danica, between deep gulps of air.
“Why you…” Ariane charged back at the corner with an arm raised, ready to slide in with a foreman across Danica’s mug, only to flop to the side seeing stars as a pair of boots caught her directly in the chin. The country star was still counting the cows circling her head as Danica scraped her off the mat and shoved her into the corner. “You think you know a butt smother?”
Danica raced across the ring, before charging back across, and at the last moment, jumping and twisting mid-air to plant her butt directly onto Arianen’s face in a brutal-looking rear view!
Rear View: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkJrgRKvsOk
The hit shook the corner, even lifting Ariane’s legs off the mat as her head was snapped backwards, before she tumbled down, hitting each of the turnbuckles on the shuffling fall.
“I learned THAT from Cassava!” Danica said with a grin, slapping her rear as she leered at the redhead.
In the back…
In the backroom watching the match, Cassava Onika grinned, “That’s my girl! Get her Danica!” Across from her, a silent Jenny Goodale offered her a steely gaze before returning it to watching her own friend in the ring now being hauled up out of the corner.
Back to the ring…
“And Victoria taught me this one!”
Danica doubles over and takes Ariane by the waist. With a “Huup!” of exertion the Beautiful Berzerker straightens with the much larger woman over a shoulder into a backbend. She slaps the redhead against the mat like a frontflip gone wrong, Danica knows she can’t win the match with a cover but still bridges when the move lands to run up on Jones in style points.
Northern Lights Suplex: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP_JRMqHDp0
Jones coughs when her spine hit the pine and her limbs flop in a spread eagle, slightly stunned by the Suplex the Cowgirl tries to keep the trash talk at a stalemate.
“Maybe if you were a better student you’d have picked up some of Vic’s manners-Mmphh!!”
Danica rotates her bridge to face the horizontal hussy and drops her weight on Ariane in a Splash. Setting her feet wide and setting her hands flat on the mat, Danica shifts and slides over Ariane’s sputtering face and settles in for her first and hopefully winning Smother of the match. Unexpectedly, in a show of disrespect or technique, the LAW Dog’s tummy is her weapon of choice and not her much-advertised aroogas.
“You haven’t earned the privilege, cow dung,” Danica dictates, stabbing and grinding her chin into Ariane’s abdomen. Taking a page out of Pandora’s playbook looks to have been the right decision; the Sheriff of FAWN’s struggling like a puppy under a weighted blanket. An unorthodox move in an unorthodox match has Ariane floundering!
“That’s right. Taste it, honey!” Dadal screws her chin over a rib, “Just be glad this wasn’t a penthouse match I’d spend the whole night- Hey! Stop! Stop that!”
The barks of the Polish Pitbull curdling in her ears, Jones plants her feet flat and summons all the strength she’s earned from working on the ranch and working out at the gym to rise with Danica off the canvas like an automated bridge. The FAWNatics give a burst of applause at the display of strength and they keep that adulation going when Jones reverses their positions and lifts the squirming Lightweight onto a shoulder with the blonde’s legs draping down Jones’ back.
Ariane slaps Danica on the bottom making her cuss and flail indignantly, “I’d toss you through every wall of a penthouse then throw you down the garbage shoot.” The Sheriff starts running to a corner to treat her pint-sized cargo to a true Stampede! Ariane uses those lusciously long legs to race across the canvas. Danica has no dreams of being the meat in a Hick/buckles sandwich and manages to slip down the Cowgirl’s back and shove her the rest of the way. Ariane has no time to protect herself and rams the corner with the force of a car with no brakes; the redhead staggers back on wet noodle legs cradling her bosom, now that they’re out of their confines, Ariane’s bust is more sensitive and that hurt like heck! The Rodeo Queen turns and leans against the corner for support, leaving her in the perfect spot for Danica to leap up and squash her against the buckles with a Running Splash! Ariane gets her first taste of Dadal’s goodies when her face briefly disappears under the wave of the ex-Squire’s bosom. Leaning on Jones and holding the back of her head, Danica stands on the second ropes and gives Ariane a guided tour of the Polish mountains. Using the Cowgirl's face as a sponge she scrub-scrub-scrubs her tits like she's having a rendezvous with Hackenschmidt later tonight.
Having shown Jones the difference between high-quality organic melons and ones raised on GMOs, Danica springs a foot on the right set of cables to balance on the left set letting Ariane out of her sweltering cleavage. Ariane takes in deep breaths and tries to get the taste of ungrateful sidekick out of her mouth as she’s shoved free of the corner on the way to center ring on unsteady steps. Danica positions herself into a low crouch on the top buckle, she calls out to Jones who’s still wiping boob sweat from her eyes “Look this way, Longstocking!”
As Ariane turns around, Dadal launches from the high-rent district into a beautiful Diving Crossbody that audibly slaps against Ariane’s front.
But doesn’t knock the Sheriff down.
Danica finds herself in Ariane’s strong grip, held horizontally like a piece of lumber waiting to be stacked. Danica’s face scrunchies in frustration and she kicks her legs in the air “Go down, yOOOUU-!” Ariane lets go of The Pitbull’s lower body as she goes into a twist, flinging Danica under an arm as she drops to a seat, smashing the little bully into the ring with a Swinging Side Slam!
youtu.be/YrbLRejlcAU?t=15
The former Squire goes flaccid on the mat, and the Dakotan Cowgirl quickly swiped a leg, hefted it up and waited for a three count.
One that didn’t come after several seconds of Ariane laying across her supine foe.
“Uh, Ref, ain’t ya gonna count?”
The audience groaned.
The Ref facepalmed.
In the back, Bethany reached for the Tylenol feeling a migraine coming on.
“Uh, Ms Jones…” the ref began as Danica began to stir. “This is a, uh…smother match. No pins, remember?”
Ariane blinked.
“Oh…shoot, sorry! I forgot. Muscle memory and all that…”
The now blushing redhead dropped the leg, remembering the match type and who was responsible for it. Her eyes narrowed at Dadal, who was just coming to after the brutal slam. “Of course that’s why y’all chose this match. You didn’t want to get pinned or submitted ya cheeky little gnat!”
Grabbing a handful of Danica’s top, and nearly ripping it off as she lugged the blonde to her feet, Ariane then hoisted a struggling Dadal over her shoulders in an accordion backbreaker stretch she called the Honky Tonk Blues.
And boy did Ariane begin to play; stretching and squeezing Dadal as she marched her around the ring, giving the audience a show as Danica’s screams changed octaves with each press and squash.
“Honky Tonk Blues” - www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1O2SYIz-Eg&t=8s
“You sure I can’t just submit her?” The redhead asked with a grin. “She sounds like she wants to.”
The referee shook his head, blushing slightly as Ariane turned to do another circuit of the ring, and he caught an eyeful of Dadal’s gal’s dancing along to her singing.
“Oh well…guess its the other way..” Ariane grumbled, before flipping the former Squire over her head and slamming her onto an outstretched knee, before pushing down hard on Daddy’s chest and legs in her Hazer and Header.
“Hazer and Header” www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPrRPBOCGjk
“Y’all sure no submissions allowed?” Ariane said as she increased the pressure, waking the blonde up fully who was now screaming out in pain while trying to kick her legs to release the pressure.
“I’m positive,” the ref replied.
Ariane switched to pressure down on Danica’s chin, silencing the blonde, as the redhead bounced up her and down, giving the audience an unwitting show to some dancing gurls.
“Y’all sure about that?”
A nod.
“Positive?”
Another, more annoyed nod as Danica clawed at the hand pressing down on her. Fine then. I think I’ve almost smothered her in offense enough to get her to chew her cud.”
Releasing the hold, a spluttering, choking Polish Pitbull was left gasping on the mat…but only for a moment before Ariane grabbed her between the legs and again by the shirt, and in an impressive show of strength, lifted the now panicking blonde up above her head and nearly seven feet into the air in a military press.
“High Noon”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=of8g_PWuHr4&t=29s
With a massive ‘Yeeeeehaw’ to the audience, the Blackhills Beauty slammed Danica onto the mat with a reverberating thud followed by the blonde bouncing.
The last bit appeared too much for her shirt. Danica bosom bursts through the top revealing a final barrier of modesty in a white string bikini top that obscures her areolas with triangles that seem a jiggle away from succumbing to the wave of flesh they hold back. The buttons blasted off her ruined outer layer like six-shooters, one even popping the ref in the forehead, sending him stumbling off as Ariane lowered herself down onto her hands and knees.
In a move that would be posted to the internet immediately after the match, and make Ariane the heartthrob to many a male’s hearts…the Country Cowgirl crawled up and over Danica, a blush radiating heat from her face, before lowering her chest down atop Danica’s face. “Remember…” the redhead grumbled. “You wanted this…”
Ariane’s JMDs settling on Dadal’s face is like a whiff of smelling salts to the jealous Pitbull and she starts struggling like someone tried to wrap her in a thundershirt. Dadal puts up a desperate fight but as the commentary team dictates to the viewers at home, The Black Hill’s Beauty’s vast size and weight advantage seems to nullify all of Danica’s attempts to escape. “There’s not a vast difference!” Ariane corrects sharply, overhearing the commentary team’s description. “We’re both fit, she’s just tiny!”
Riding out Danica’s awkward attempts at knee shots and punches, Jones places her palms on the mat above the blonde’s head, trying to flatten herself out as thin as possible. “I hope taking the L twice in a row will tell you that you’ve been a totalOOWWW!!”
In Ariane’s inexperience with the smother style she made a crucial mistake and left Danica’s hands free. Working half of Ariane’s long fiery mane around her digits, Danica yanks hard and forces the Sheriff to cry out and raise her chin up or get a Friar Tuck. Another yank makes Jones raise her good and plenties off Dadal's face allowing her to take in a rasping breath.
"You should have studied some tape before coming into this ring!" Daddy Dadal rasps hatefully before using Jones' hair as a leash to reverse their positions and take the mount. The redhead reaches up for a hairpull of her own but Dadal bats her hands aside and drops shiver after shiver onto Jones' offending breasts. "I'm not taking anything except the winner's purse after I kick your heifer ass!”
After properly tenderizing her opponent's balcony Danica interlocks her hands with Ariane's and beats them against the canvas. After a shave and a haircut, Danica stretches them above Ariane’s head and lowers her beautiful baps over- Ariane Bridges out of the smother! Danica is riding the Sheriff’s hips like she’s a depowered mechanical bull; the blonde growls in dissatisfaction and goes into a handstand, her bikini top audibly straining as her breasts try to teardrop. Daddy Dadal falls back into her seat hoping to collapse the Bridge but Ariane’s abs hold strong.
Ariane looks up (technically down) with a grin at Danica, “You’re light but you’re soft. Too much talking trash, not enough backing it up, Polish Puppy.” Danica sees red and snarls like the Pitbull of her moniker and goes into another handstand; she starts to lean back into position when Dadal’s biceps flare, locking herself at an angle before she pulls herself against Ariane so that her bust *Claps!* against the Cowgirl’s! “Ow!” Startled at the unfamiliar pain, Ariane’s bridge breaks down and they fall to the mat, Danica slaps down against Jones’ body, giving her melons another crushing!
The FAWN arena explodes at the juggy Lightweight’s new method of attack, they could watch the next sequence for an hour and they wouldn’t stop hootin’ and hollerin’! Going into rapid push-ups, Danica lowers the boom on Ariane’s baps again and again and again. ”What’s soft will be your tits after I flatten them into pizza crust,” she whispers as she settles into a rolling grind. The Lawful Destroyer hisses at her girls being bullied and flips themselves over when Danica raises for another splash. Now it’s Ariane trying to turn Danica’s bust into a pancake special! Her splashes are slower but have a lot more impact; thunderous smacks followed by the shrill cry of an overcome blonde fill the Florida air.
CLAP! “Ahhh!!” CLAP! “Aiee!!” CLAP! “Gaggh!!”
“You hype your sweater-fillers so much, you’d think they stand up to pressure better!” The Sheriff jaws to Dadal’s pained-gaped face, giving an elongated shoulder shimmy to mushroom the defending bust. Wincing into a roar, Danica forces a turn over and resumes her body to body bombardement. Then Ariane takes over. Then Danica. Then Ariane again; over and over the wheel of bodies turn, each one fighting for D Cup Dominance! After covering three-fourths of the ring’s perimeter they rise to their knees in a duelling Bearhug. Their arms are wrapped around each other while they lock into a death stare, their breasts engaging in extreme close-quarters battle. Each woman glaring at the other as they alternate squeezing and jerking to gain advantage. The pair move back and forth like a seesaw, melons inflating and deflating as the pressure increases and blows land. The sweaty stalemate goes on for second after lllooooonnnng second when finally…
“Geeh!”
Ariane yelps and flinches when a nipple glances off another, and the tide turns in Danica’s favor! With an impactful clench, their bodies visibly grow closer as Ariane’s arms loosen, and with another clench, they drop and her head tilts back in a silent scream. The LAW Dog grins with spiteful victory as they rise to their feet in the hug and she shoves Ariane away.
Danica meant to push Jones flat, but something far more interesting occurs; the redhead is teetering on her heels a few steps in a failing bid for balance, and when she falls, it’s right into the ropes! The top and middle cables cross over her arms, locking the Black Hills in a reclining T-pose and at the mercy of a sadistic Daddy Dadal.
“Oh, this is delicious!” Dadal said with a grin, cracking her knuckles as she approached the captured cowgirl. Ariane tried to get her arms out in time but…
WWWWHHHHAAPPPPP!
“Aiiiiiiiiiee!”
Danica whipped a resounding slap against Ariane’s chest, making the redhead’s eyes water. The crowd roared as Danica let loose a flurry of chesty chops against the Black Hills Beauty’s bust! Slap after slap resounds, making women in the audience wince as Jones is rocked back and forth. After thoroughly tenderizing the thoroughbred of wrestling, Danica rockets across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and Splashes onto the wobbly Jones, smothering her face into her chest.
Ariane could do nothing in her position except flail her legs as her face disappeared into Danica’s mounds. “Had enough yet?” she asked, momentarily pulling Ariane’s face out by her hair after five seconds.
Ariane glowered.
“Fine, I can do this all day,” Dadal retorted, placing Ariane’s face again in her pillowy prison.
Every five seconds of heaven left Ariane more battered and gasping for breath, and Danica more frustrated. Finally, after a fifth quick smother, Danica released her quarry so she could again run across the ring to the ropes, going for a splash on the return-
Only for Ariane to land a kick right to Danica’s chest!!
It wasn’t her patented Cowgirl Kick, but it had devastating consequences as the air was sucked from her lungs and her chest squashed against her ribs. Danica stumbles forward, only to get a second surprise!
Ariane jumping up and latching on a deadly headscissors around the Polish Pitbutt’s neck!!
Danica let out a gasp, grabbing onto Ariane’s legs as the redhead shimmied her forward until she was right between the redhead’s thighs, the blonde’s face disappearing beneath Ariane’s skirt before she really began to squeeze.
The ref wasn’t sure what to do, watching as Ariane, still tied up in the ropes, was squeezing Danica’s head between her thighs like the watermelon he’d seen her crush the same way on Youtube. The blonde struggles and attempts to pull herself out of her meaty prison, but all anyone saw was her hair behind Ariane’s jean skirt and Danica trying to pull away!
After several long seconds, Danica finally got part of her wish. A particularly strong yank finally pulled the pair away from the ropes, but only due to Ariane’s arms finally getting dislodged from the ropes. The sudden momentum left Ariane swinging down and around, accidentally performing a brutal-looking Hurricarana, slamming Danica down onto the mat. Both women lay gasping for breath, Danica clutching her throat as Ariane rolled off her and got to her knees to take a quick breather herself. Shaking her arms from the rope burns now torched across them, Ariane got to her feet, before grabbing a hold of Danica’s legs, dragging her to the center of the ring.
“Time to take a spin, Toots,” She growled.
TAKING A TRAMP FOR A TWIRL
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With the brutal strength of a Destroyer class wrestler, Ariane was quick to pull Danica up into the air as she began to spin, the audience counting along to every revolution. Danica let out a piercing scream, clutching her head as the rotations became faster and faster.
“Eight!”
“Nine!”
“Ten!”
“Fifteen!”
“TWENTY!”
It was finally on the twentieth revolution around the redhead did Ariane release Danica, tossing her towards the corner in a heap. The Country Cowgirl took a moment to shake away the dizziness from performing the move, glad in the fact that her opponent looked completely out of it…
…but not out of it enough.
Ariane had seen Danica’s match for the title a few PPV’s back, and knew the blonde had extra reserves tucked who knew where. Something big would have to be done before she could smother her out and end this ridiculous match.
She walked over to the downed blonde, kicking her several times until she spasmed onto her back, before Ariane hauled her up by her hair and shoulders. Danica wobbled to her feet as Ariane shuffled positions with her, sending a powerful punch to Dadal’s stomach to soften her up like a bar of butter for the Barnburner she had planned.
Ariane climbed onto the bottom rope, making her she had a tight grip around Danica as she progressed to the second rope.
The audience roared, knowing what was coming…one of the most brutal powerbombs in the history of FAWN…the Barnburner, a jumping powerbomb from nine feet up from the top of the turnbuckle.
It was not a fate Danica wanted…and one she realized was about to happen.
A surge of energy took over the blonde’s body, and she SLAMMED an uppercut into Ariane’s stomach as the redhead attempted to lift her up into position.
The blow caught Ariane completely unprepared…her body folding around the punch. A second soon followed, making the redhead’s mouth open into an ‘o’ as a silent scream escaped her lips. A third caught her in the chest, nearly bouncing her girls right out of her shirt before a final left her arms drooping by her side, a glazed look in her eyes.
“This is for VIC!!” Danica roared, getting underneath the cowgirl before grabbing a hold of her head, and in a remarkable show of strength this far into the match, hoisted Ariane INTO THE AIR in a stalling Inverted Suplex, the redhead’s face firmly planted between Danica’s girls, legs kicking woozily above her.
With another scream of pure adrenaline with nothing left in the tank, Danica PLANTED Ariane in a stalling suplex that shook the ring and left both wrestlers wobbly on the ring, Ariane with a glazed look, breathing slowly, chest rising softly as she looked up at the lights, and Danica sucking in deep breaths of air, laying prone facing the mat.
The two women lay gasping on the mat, head to head, sucking in air as both had been nearly entirely drained by the last move. Ariane groaned, moving her arms, as Danica rolled onto her stomach, raising her head to see the top of Ariane’s head a few feet away.
A last-ditch idea came to her mind, with the Polish Pitbull crawling forward.
Ariane was sucking in deep breaths trying to avoid the pain in her back from being slammed to the mat with the suplex when a shadow came over her face. She looked up to see a spent, tired Dadal glaring down at her, hair cascading to form a menacing destroyer above.
“Nighty night, bitch,”
Danica lowered her chest onto the cowgirl’s face and wrapped her arms around the back of Ariane’s neck to complete the smother. Holding her head up, she grinned, looking at the audience as they cheered her on…
…only for her view to swiftly change as two arms wrapped around her own neck, shoving her face into the sweaty cleavage of the Black Hills Beauty’s own monstrous rack.
A battle of attrition had begun!
The two busty brawlers were stuck in a mutual smother only and one could emerge victorious. The two women began thrashing around the ring, rolling like a pair of alligators in a mutual death roll. The referee tried to keep up, and away, from the pair as best he could, trying to find a place in the ring where he could judge the smothers from…
…only to misstep, landing him directly into the path of the two rolling wrestlers! The pair barreled over him, knocking him to the apron. He yelps for a second only to be silenced as Danica completely rolls over him, altering their path just slightly. He gasps as he emerges, the crowd roaring in laughter, only for him to be covered as it was Ariane’s turn to roll atop him as the battling beauties had again switched directions.
The changes in direction altered the path. When before the pair were rolling directly in the center of the ring, those final turns found them rested near the edge with one woman laying firmly in the ring, her juggs smothering her opponent’s face with a death grip around her neck…
…while the other had their body hanging nearly entirely outside the ring, their own smother still in effect, but their body craned at a back-breaking angle as their upper back was the only support they had keeping them in the ring while their legs flailed for any purchase.
It took a moment for the referee to slap the silly grin off his face, to remember his own role in this match. Spotting the mass of blonde and red hair off to the side, he slid out of the ring, running to the apron where the flailings of the woman hanging outside the ring grew even more frantic.
The woman hanging 90% outside the ring finally released one hand, instead focusing on frantic punches to the back of their opponent’s head…
…but she wouldn’t let go.
The punches slowed, turned into a clawing attempt, ripping at hair to gain her release, before even those movements wavered, and stopped. The thrashing kicks, attempts at finding the floor soon slowed, as her body wilted like a dying flower in the harsh summer’s sun.
Finally, her arms fell limp at her sides, with the woman on top finally able to raise her head and suck in a deep, welcoming breath of air.
“Check her…Ref…” she ordered, still holding onto her vicious smother.
The ref did as intended, raising up the lower woman’s arm once…
…then twice…
…then a third time.
DING DING DING!!!
The ref called for the bell at the same moment Danica finally released her smother, letting a completely unconscious Ariane Jones tumble completely off the apron to land in a messy heap on the ground outside.
“Your winner, by a smother knockout…your Polish Pitbull…Danica Dadal!”
Danica is slow to her feet, and allows her arm to be raised by the official. Despite her exhaustion, The Beautiful Berzerker is aglow with the euphoria of Victory! Even with her near-naked chest heaving in its too-small confines and her body slick with perspiration, it’s hard not to watch Danica’s joyous expression as she laughs and touts her win over her perceived rival, “I did it! The Top Bytch with the Top Tits, nobody’s better than me!”
Dadal breaks away from the ref to scamper up the buckles of the nearest corner and shake her moneymakers for a drooling crowd, causing a minor riot in the stands as men and women briefly frenzy overcome by the desire to touch. A sea of phones shoot up and start recording what would hopefully be a post-match ritual, just as a battle-dressed Victoria Hackenschmidt, the woman who’s at the center of this bizarre feud comes jogging through the curtain with Ariane’s boyfriend Cimar hot on her heels.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria pauses before entering the ring, bending over to check on Ariane, who’s just now waking up and sitting against the steel steps. “Ariane, are you all right? Can you breathe?” Cimar drops to a knee by the conquered Cowgirl and becomes the doting partner, “You did amazing babe! You almost had her.”
Finding it hard to form words just yet, Ariane places a hand against Cimar’s hard pecs and gives Victoria a weary thumbs up, wheezing out what Victoria approximates as ‘I’m alright.’
Hackenschmidt nods and gives her a pat on the shoulder, “Great showing, Ariane.” And hauls herself onto the apron and steps through the ropes. Danica’s bouncing on the ropes to give the twins a good bounce for her loyal LAW fans when she sees her friend, ex-partner, and record-setting former IC champ Victoria in the corner of her eye.
“Hey, Vic!”
Danica hops off the cables in front of the Giant German, Victoria jerks back like her swaying triple Ds were going to slap her in the face, “Did ya watch me? I kicked her ass!” Victoria drags her eyes from the two enormous distractions that won Dadal the match and laser-focuses on the Ex-Squire’s eyes, The Knight holds back her physical attraction to the victress at costs. It took them too a long time to reach the tentative peace they have now, “I was, congratulations Dada. That was a well-fought match from start to finish, I’m proud of you.”
The cherry on top. A weight falls from Danica’s shoulders that she didn’t know she was carrying and she gives Victoria the biggest hug, the taller blonde seizes feeling Danica’s Juggs of Mass Destruction press against her midsection, “Thanks, Vic.” she sighs, “I needed to hear that and I needed this win.”
“Gern geschehen. But,” Victoria gently put Danica at arm's length, her gaze briefly sucked into the Berzerker’s cleavage before she steels herself and looks at Danica’s face. “This thing between you and Ariane needs to stop. I’m not even sure how it started but you’re both above this, you should be going after titles not trading wins in a feud.”
A salvo of insults against that cop-cosplaying ginger is on the tip of Danica’s tongue but she bites it back, she worked hard to get out of the red with her best friend and she can’t go back. She shuts her eyes and takes in a deep breath through her nose, making Victoria’s vision drop like an anchor to her bosom as it expands, then lets the breathe out. Danica turns her head to Ariane, currently in Cimar’s big arms, being carried up the ramp bridal-style. The Cowgirl’s embarrassed, but also a little excited at living out the ending to An Officer and a Gentleman. Her mild protests are drowned out by the cheering fans egging them on as they disappear behind the curtains.
“..Ugh.” Even this wholesome sight is soured by Danica’s view of the ginger hick Jones. But… sometimes you got to give a little to get a little. “Alright, I’ll bury the hatchet, and not even in her back, BUT!” She pokes Victoria in her navel, “You owe me a favour and I’m calling it in right now.”
Victoria blinks in confusion, “O-okay, what do you want?”
Moments later, as Victoria carried a grinning Danica in her arms like a new bride up the ramp, the winning kicking her legs with glee and her chest dwarfing her teacher’s with every step, Victoria hopes they didn’t climb out of the frying pan to just fall into the fire.