Post by ArianeJones on Jul 2, 2023 18:15:55 GMT
EXCUSE ME?!
In her well furnished office located in the top floor of FAWN’s headquarters, the epicenter of the world’s premiere wrestling organization, sits former wrestler(secretly part-time) and FAWN’s Commissioner, Bethany Christian. Perhaps the hardest working administrator in wrestling, and voted the 10th most morally ambiguous. Bethany sits at her desk finalizing some international deals and seeing what her ex is up to on Instagram. She murmurs to herself, “No one thinks that’s your real hair Samuel, you didn’t get the colour right.”
BETHANY CHRISTIAN
A buzz on the her intercom alerts the Boss Bitch to her assistant. If things are going according plan and on schedule, Bethany already knew what they’d be be saying. She presses the receive button “Yes?”
“Ms.Christian?” Jaymes Evelyn’s caramel voice sounds pleasant even through the intercom’s tinny haze. Bethany more than once considered hiring them to narrate the ads for some of the company’s more risque products. “Per scheduled appointment, Danica Dadal is here to see you.”
“Thank you, send her in.” Bethany rearranges some files on her desk and places a clicker remote with grasping range.After turning on the widescreen, wall-mounted monitor the statuesque brunette lets out a breath, dealing with wrestling personalites can be taxing, even if you are one yourself. “Alright, showtime.”
Striding through the door is the brash, bosomy, blonde star strides into the room like she owned the place. The most popular talent of FAWN’s independent partner LAW plops down in one of two plush leather chairs in front of Bethany’s workspace. “Hey, bosslady. Finally giving me a shot at Braddock?About time, she’s giving chesty Lightweights a bad name.”
DANICA DADAL
Bethany struggles not to roll her eyes at the audacity of The Pitbull’s expectations. It also irked the Comissioner that Danica not only decided not to dress for the meeting but is clearly squeezing her in before a workout; a cleavage boosting, midriff baring jogging top, a backwards hat and butt-accenuting workout pants isn’t standard for nailing down a contract.
Bethany sidesteps that non-ask to focus on today’s topic. “We can talk about that depending on the results of what I’m about to offer. We have a great opportunity here.”
Danica’s about to ask for details when the intercom buzzes again. Bethany presses the receiver and Danica gets the usual tingles from the secretary’s voice, “Your other appointment has arrived, Ms.Christian.”
“Send her in.”
Danica raises an eyebrow,”You double-booked? Do I not warrant a solo meeting.”
Bethany nods and smiles placatingly, “Don’t worry, this is related.”
ARIANE JONES
“Y’all wanted to see…me…boss?”
For a moment after the redhead entered, she and Danica just stared at each other, blinking every few seconds before in unison they looked at Bethany and…
“Why is she here?”
Both wrestlers frowned as they looked at the grinning commissioner. “Well, to answer both your question,” Bethany started. “FAWN wants more of you two in the ring together in another smother match.”
“Excuse me!” Ariane said with a furious blush across her face.
“I promised Vic I’d stay away from this country cowpie.”
“EXCUSE ME!”
Before a brawl could begin in her office, Bethany stood up, instantly garnering the attention of the two hot-heads. “Ladies, can I assume that you two are going to SIT and BEHAVE in MY office?”
Grumbling, Ariane took the open seat next to Danica, who made sure to cross a leg and turn so her back was facing the redhead. “‘Ight then, so why do you think that I’ll agree to this? We all know my gals can beat Ariane’s any day of the week and I made a promise to Vic not to beat this redhead to a pulp again.”
Ariane grumbled, before subconsciously crossing her arms over her chest. “And I ain’t doing that match again. It’s too humiliating and only someone who has no shame would want to do that match.”
“It’s a legitimate wrestling style, you puritan appalachian!”
“It’s for pervs and try-hards who can’t fight for real!”
“YOU WANT SOME OF THIS!!” Brought past the brink by Ariane’s insult, Danica bolts out of the chair with fists ready to throw and Ariane’s a millisecond behind. They’re half a moment from breaking into an office destroying brawl when Bethany slams her palms against her desk and shouts with the authority she has as commissioner and a decorated wrestler herself, “SIT DOWN NOW!”
The ginger and blonde glare at each other silently for a beat, then slooowly sit back down without taking their eyes off each other. Bethany measures them for any further outbursts then continues in a calm, but no-nonsense voice. “Now I understand that a Smother match is a big ask for you, Ariane, and I don’t like to do the same specialty match twice in a row. That’s just bad booking, so I am not asking you two to have that match again, I just asking you to fight each other. One. Last. Time.”
The active wrestlers did not break eye contact the entire time Bethany spoke and they stay locked in that death stare as Danica speaks monotonely, “I promised Vic. I would play nice. So unless Ariane gets a title around her waist I’m done fighting her.”
“Same here.” Ariane still hasn’t taken her eyes off the ex-Squire but some of the tension has left her person, “I don’t see the point in dragging ourselves back down into the muck, this is helping no one.”
“Well now, that’s not quite true.” Bethany takes her clicker in hand and brings up a series of charts on the large screen behind her, “Merch sales and views for your segments skyrocket when you two are together. Another match together means a nice bonus in your pay cheques, plus this last bout will have some nice benefits for your careers if you win. And I know Victoria wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”
Ariane actually broke eye contact with Danica at the last couple of statements. “What do you mean, nice benefits?”
Danica narrowed her eyes as she looked at Bethany. “Are you trying to blackmail my Vic?”
“To answer both of your questions. No, I am not blackmailing anyone. I’m enticing you. Which has to deal with your question, Ariane. I have special arrangements for both of you if you happen to win the match that you-”
“Can we pick what we want?” Danica interjected, leaning to the front of her seat, eyes twinkling dangerously.
“No.”
Her eyes lost their twinkle as she leaned back into her seat. “Not interested. I can’t think of anything I’d want to get me into the ring with this hick.”
“Excuse me?”
Bethany slapped her table before the back and forth could evolve into a near-fight once more. “Yes, I do have several enticements for you to want to win this match, and other ones so you don’t want to lose either in case you don’t want to fight and throw the match.”
Both women looked at each other, grumbled, before looking back at the commissioner. Bethany took her clicker and first pulled up an image of Danica. “Ms Dadal, here are the enticements for you to want to win this final rematch.”
Up on the screen appeared several rewards. “First, if you win, you’ll be able to choose a vacation of your choice, paid for as long as you make this match worthy of the price tag. Second, I will be giving you the opportunity to tag with whoever you-”
“Vic!” Danica interrupted immediately.
“As expected,” Bethany drawled uninterested in the outburst. “As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, you can team with, Vic and have a title shot of your choice as well.”
“All that just for beating this red haired choir girl? What’s the catch…you said something about us not throwing the match…”
Bethany clicked to add another half to the slide and showed the consequences of losing, bringing a gasp from Danica.
“No…nonono, you can’t do that!!”
Bethany smiled. “Oh yes I can. If you lose, you will not be able to tag with anyone of your choosing AND cannot perform any smother moves for the next three months.”
Danica grit her teeth. “Fine. It isn’t like I’m going to lose to this hillbilly. Now, for my vacation I want all expenses paid to-”
She was interrupted by Bethany holding up her hand. “I still have to speak with your opponent, or have you forgotten about her?”
“What’s to remember?” Danica replied smugly, bringing a glare from the cowgirl.
“Let me guess,” Ariane drawled. “Same stipulations for me?” She leaned back in her seat. “Not interested.”
Bethany shrugged. “Then I guess that means your punishment will be immediate. A year straight of smother matches against opponents I have chosen for you, starting with…”
An image appeared on screen, ripping a scream of shock and fear from Jones’ throat. “NO…NO!! No way I’m facing her! I’ve heard what she’s done to others!”
Yoona Park
The smile that betrays a thousand horrors in the ring was looking down at Ariane from Bethany’s screen, and Ariane was sure she saw Yoona’s smile widen when she locked eyes with the image.
Snickering could be heard from Ariane’s left.
“Keep that up,” Bethany said as her eyes darted to Danica, “And I’ll add a stipulation to you that you can’t strip any clothes in the ring for a year.”
Danica gulped.
With wrestlers sufficiently cowed, Bethany continued before a migraine could form from the bosomy battlers before her. “Ariane, as just stated, your stipulation if you lose would be a year of smother matches. If you win, you have permission to do a patriotic themed match for the 4th of July this year.
Ariane’s cowed look turned to a bright smile. “Really?”
Bethany nodded.
“Sold!” Ariane jumped up and offered her hand to Bethany for a shake. “You do remember what will happen if you lose, yes?”
“I ain’t gonna lose to this busty blowhard,” the cowgirl retorted.
“EXCUSE ME!?”
Bethany took Ariane’s hand before directing her to leave the office before a fight could begin. The cowgirl left without further ushering, leaving Danica alone with Bethany in the office. A minute passed as Bethany placed her hands beneath her chin. “So….do we have a deal?”
The Polish Pitbull looked at the stipulations again. If she won, she would have all the benefits of being with Vic again as a tag team, meaning personal training sessions with her, personal time with her, and get to watch Ariane being smothered for a year…
…she snapped from that daydream quickly as she glanced over the stipulations if she lost.
She wasn’t going to lose.
“You’ve got a deal.”
“Excellent. Now, it looks like you have a workout to attend to. Please leave my office and go the opposite way that Ariane did.
The blonde quickly left, looked up and down the halls before taking a right. As soon as the door closed, Bethany had breathed a sigh of relief. This match was a disaster waiting to happen, but if it succeeded…
“Now for one last string to tie up to make this the most lucrative match in a long time…” she murmured after opening up her personal computer, dreaming of dollar signs as she quickly opened up an online sales page. “Now how big of a cage will we need for her…”
In her well furnished office located in the top floor of FAWN’s headquarters, the epicenter of the world’s premiere wrestling organization, sits former wrestler(secretly part-time) and FAWN’s Commissioner, Bethany Christian. Perhaps the hardest working administrator in wrestling, and voted the 10th most morally ambiguous. Bethany sits at her desk finalizing some international deals and seeing what her ex is up to on Instagram. She murmurs to herself, “No one thinks that’s your real hair Samuel, you didn’t get the colour right.”
BETHANY CHRISTIAN
A buzz on the her intercom alerts the Boss Bitch to her assistant. If things are going according plan and on schedule, Bethany already knew what they’d be be saying. She presses the receive button “Yes?”
“Ms.Christian?” Jaymes Evelyn’s caramel voice sounds pleasant even through the intercom’s tinny haze. Bethany more than once considered hiring them to narrate the ads for some of the company’s more risque products. “Per scheduled appointment, Danica Dadal is here to see you.”
“Thank you, send her in.” Bethany rearranges some files on her desk and places a clicker remote with grasping range.After turning on the widescreen, wall-mounted monitor the statuesque brunette lets out a breath, dealing with wrestling personalites can be taxing, even if you are one yourself. “Alright, showtime.”
Striding through the door is the brash, bosomy, blonde star strides into the room like she owned the place. The most popular talent of FAWN’s independent partner LAW plops down in one of two plush leather chairs in front of Bethany’s workspace. “Hey, bosslady. Finally giving me a shot at Braddock?About time, she’s giving chesty Lightweights a bad name.”
DANICA DADAL
Bethany struggles not to roll her eyes at the audacity of The Pitbull’s expectations. It also irked the Comissioner that Danica not only decided not to dress for the meeting but is clearly squeezing her in before a workout; a cleavage boosting, midriff baring jogging top, a backwards hat and butt-accenuting workout pants isn’t standard for nailing down a contract.
Bethany sidesteps that non-ask to focus on today’s topic. “We can talk about that depending on the results of what I’m about to offer. We have a great opportunity here.”
Danica’s about to ask for details when the intercom buzzes again. Bethany presses the receiver and Danica gets the usual tingles from the secretary’s voice, “Your other appointment has arrived, Ms.Christian.”
“Send her in.”
Danica raises an eyebrow,”You double-booked? Do I not warrant a solo meeting.”
Bethany nods and smiles placatingly, “Don’t worry, this is related.”
ARIANE JONES
“Y’all wanted to see…me…boss?”
For a moment after the redhead entered, she and Danica just stared at each other, blinking every few seconds before in unison they looked at Bethany and…
“Why is she here?”
Both wrestlers frowned as they looked at the grinning commissioner. “Well, to answer both your question,” Bethany started. “FAWN wants more of you two in the ring together in another smother match.”
“Excuse me!” Ariane said with a furious blush across her face.
“I promised Vic I’d stay away from this country cowpie.”
“EXCUSE ME!”
Before a brawl could begin in her office, Bethany stood up, instantly garnering the attention of the two hot-heads. “Ladies, can I assume that you two are going to SIT and BEHAVE in MY office?”
Grumbling, Ariane took the open seat next to Danica, who made sure to cross a leg and turn so her back was facing the redhead. “‘Ight then, so why do you think that I’ll agree to this? We all know my gals can beat Ariane’s any day of the week and I made a promise to Vic not to beat this redhead to a pulp again.”
Ariane grumbled, before subconsciously crossing her arms over her chest. “And I ain’t doing that match again. It’s too humiliating and only someone who has no shame would want to do that match.”
“It’s a legitimate wrestling style, you puritan appalachian!”
“It’s for pervs and try-hards who can’t fight for real!”
“YOU WANT SOME OF THIS!!” Brought past the brink by Ariane’s insult, Danica bolts out of the chair with fists ready to throw and Ariane’s a millisecond behind. They’re half a moment from breaking into an office destroying brawl when Bethany slams her palms against her desk and shouts with the authority she has as commissioner and a decorated wrestler herself, “SIT DOWN NOW!”
The ginger and blonde glare at each other silently for a beat, then slooowly sit back down without taking their eyes off each other. Bethany measures them for any further outbursts then continues in a calm, but no-nonsense voice. “Now I understand that a Smother match is a big ask for you, Ariane, and I don’t like to do the same specialty match twice in a row. That’s just bad booking, so I am not asking you two to have that match again, I just asking you to fight each other. One. Last. Time.”
The active wrestlers did not break eye contact the entire time Bethany spoke and they stay locked in that death stare as Danica speaks monotonely, “I promised Vic. I would play nice. So unless Ariane gets a title around her waist I’m done fighting her.”
“Same here.” Ariane still hasn’t taken her eyes off the ex-Squire but some of the tension has left her person, “I don’t see the point in dragging ourselves back down into the muck, this is helping no one.”
“Well now, that’s not quite true.” Bethany takes her clicker in hand and brings up a series of charts on the large screen behind her, “Merch sales and views for your segments skyrocket when you two are together. Another match together means a nice bonus in your pay cheques, plus this last bout will have some nice benefits for your careers if you win. And I know Victoria wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”
Ariane actually broke eye contact with Danica at the last couple of statements. “What do you mean, nice benefits?”
Danica narrowed her eyes as she looked at Bethany. “Are you trying to blackmail my Vic?”
“To answer both of your questions. No, I am not blackmailing anyone. I’m enticing you. Which has to deal with your question, Ariane. I have special arrangements for both of you if you happen to win the match that you-”
“Can we pick what we want?” Danica interjected, leaning to the front of her seat, eyes twinkling dangerously.
“No.”
Her eyes lost their twinkle as she leaned back into her seat. “Not interested. I can’t think of anything I’d want to get me into the ring with this hick.”
“Excuse me?”
Bethany slapped her table before the back and forth could evolve into a near-fight once more. “Yes, I do have several enticements for you to want to win this match, and other ones so you don’t want to lose either in case you don’t want to fight and throw the match.”
Both women looked at each other, grumbled, before looking back at the commissioner. Bethany took her clicker and first pulled up an image of Danica. “Ms Dadal, here are the enticements for you to want to win this final rematch.”
Up on the screen appeared several rewards. “First, if you win, you’ll be able to choose a vacation of your choice, paid for as long as you make this match worthy of the price tag. Second, I will be giving you the opportunity to tag with whoever you-”
“Vic!” Danica interrupted immediately.
“As expected,” Bethany drawled uninterested in the outburst. “As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, you can team with, Vic and have a title shot of your choice as well.”
“All that just for beating this red haired choir girl? What’s the catch…you said something about us not throwing the match…”
Bethany clicked to add another half to the slide and showed the consequences of losing, bringing a gasp from Danica.
“No…nonono, you can’t do that!!”
Bethany smiled. “Oh yes I can. If you lose, you will not be able to tag with anyone of your choosing AND cannot perform any smother moves for the next three months.”
Danica grit her teeth. “Fine. It isn’t like I’m going to lose to this hillbilly. Now, for my vacation I want all expenses paid to-”
She was interrupted by Bethany holding up her hand. “I still have to speak with your opponent, or have you forgotten about her?”
“What’s to remember?” Danica replied smugly, bringing a glare from the cowgirl.
“Let me guess,” Ariane drawled. “Same stipulations for me?” She leaned back in her seat. “Not interested.”
Bethany shrugged. “Then I guess that means your punishment will be immediate. A year straight of smother matches against opponents I have chosen for you, starting with…”
An image appeared on screen, ripping a scream of shock and fear from Jones’ throat. “NO…NO!! No way I’m facing her! I’ve heard what she’s done to others!”
Yoona Park
The smile that betrays a thousand horrors in the ring was looking down at Ariane from Bethany’s screen, and Ariane was sure she saw Yoona’s smile widen when she locked eyes with the image.
Snickering could be heard from Ariane’s left.
“Keep that up,” Bethany said as her eyes darted to Danica, “And I’ll add a stipulation to you that you can’t strip any clothes in the ring for a year.”
Danica gulped.
With wrestlers sufficiently cowed, Bethany continued before a migraine could form from the bosomy battlers before her. “Ariane, as just stated, your stipulation if you lose would be a year of smother matches. If you win, you have permission to do a patriotic themed match for the 4th of July this year.
Ariane’s cowed look turned to a bright smile. “Really?”
Bethany nodded.
“Sold!” Ariane jumped up and offered her hand to Bethany for a shake. “You do remember what will happen if you lose, yes?”
“I ain’t gonna lose to this busty blowhard,” the cowgirl retorted.
“EXCUSE ME!?”
Bethany took Ariane’s hand before directing her to leave the office before a fight could begin. The cowgirl left without further ushering, leaving Danica alone with Bethany in the office. A minute passed as Bethany placed her hands beneath her chin. “So….do we have a deal?”
The Polish Pitbull looked at the stipulations again. If she won, she would have all the benefits of being with Vic again as a tag team, meaning personal training sessions with her, personal time with her, and get to watch Ariane being smothered for a year…
…she snapped from that daydream quickly as she glanced over the stipulations if she lost.
She wasn’t going to lose.
“You’ve got a deal.”
“Excellent. Now, it looks like you have a workout to attend to. Please leave my office and go the opposite way that Ariane did.
The blonde quickly left, looked up and down the halls before taking a right. As soon as the door closed, Bethany had breathed a sigh of relief. This match was a disaster waiting to happen, but if it succeeded…
“Now for one last string to tie up to make this the most lucrative match in a long time…” she murmured after opening up her personal computer, dreaming of dollar signs as she quickly opened up an online sales page. “Now how big of a cage will we need for her…”