Post by hawkeye on Jul 8, 2023 15:46:29 GMT
The next match on the FAWN match card…was actually a mystery to those who were arriving back in their seats during the break after the last wrestling match. Was it going to be new stars? Returning favorites? A match broadcasted in from a penthouse? Nobody was sure, but with it being FAWN, the crowd was murmuring their excitement for whatever it would be.
The lights dimmed and a familiar clip-clopping of horses hooves sounded throughout the arena. The crowd was on its feet, roaring its approval as clapping began from the speakers, many in the audience clapping along as “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began blaring around the arena. The Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared onstage, clad in her familiar black and red flannel crop top, tied off below her bounteous bust, and her daisy dukes, leather vest, hat and boots.
ARIANE JONES
Ariane nodded along to the music for a few moments, before she gave a massive shouted, “YEEEEHAW” and began running towards the stage, grin on her face as streams of pyro went off, seemingly chasing her down the ramp alongside her. The cowgirl slid into the ring, pushing herself up and crossing the squared circle until she hopped onto a ringpost and belting out another ‘YEEHAW’, which was returned by a chorus of fans. Smiling even wider, Ariane made a circle motion with her hand, imitating a lasso, before tossing her hat to the audience then hopping down to the ring mat. She hopped from foot to foot, awaiting her opponent as the lights dimmed, and her smile faded with them.
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 slowly breaks through the curtains with a closed smile, ignoring the uproarious reaction to her presence to focus on her redheaded nemesis inside the ring. She points a finger at a nearby camera and talks through the lens like she’s speaking to a friend across the room, “This is is the last one! I’m sending this cowgirl to the butcher’s, then Vic and I are going after the tag titles!”
Danica saunters to the ring with more steel in her stride then usual, she needs to win this one and send the sheriff to the next county crying. Even with less swagger, the walk down the ramp gives her bra busters an enticing wobble and gives the fans a great view as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans. The Pitbull 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.
She 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, and locks eyes with Ariane across the ring. The Sheriff of FAWN meets the Lightwieght’s gaze with equal intensity and grips the ropes tightly to stop herself from charging out and popping the LAW Dog one before the bell. Danica’s having similar thoughts and they can see it in each other’s eyes; both of them subtly lean forward, they’re about to burst out of their corners and start swinging fists!
An ominous bass riff starts playing through the speakers startling the wrestlers out of their fury. They whip their heads to the FAWNtron but there’s no entrance video playing, just a feed of the arena’s ceiling as something baby blue lowers. It’s a shark cage! And in the cage is Victoria Hackenschmidt!
One of the physically intimidating women in wrestling and the longest reigning IC champ in FAWN's history, looks bedraggled and panicked. Dressed like she's about to go into the ring, the giant German grips the unmoving bars as the cage lowers by a chain into the arena. "What's going on!? Why am I here!? I've never interfered in their matches. So why have I been entführt!?"
“Vic?!”
Both wrestlers shout at the same time equally confused as to why the former Intercontinental champion is inside a shark cage being lowered next to the ring. The FAWNtrons sparked to life, with Bethan Christian’s smiling face appearing.
“Good evening FAWNatics! I hope you’re having a wonderful night. We have something special planned for you tonight.
The two wrestlers in the ring roll their eyes, though Danica’s gaze settled onto Vic, who looked a little worse for wear. “Hey Vic, looking good.” The Polish Pitbull blew a kiss to her former teammate before jumping just enough to juggle her jugs, gaining Vic’s instant attention.
Back on the FAWNtron, the audience had just roared their approval of the show so far. Ms Christian continued. “Your two wrestlers in the ring right now have reasons why they are fighting one final time, though I’ll keep those saucy details to myself.” Whistles and catcalls echoed throughout the arena, the chairwoman letting them die down before speaking again. “However, I’m adding a single stipulation to how they can win this match.”
That gained both Ariane’s and Danica’s attention, with both turning their heads towards the jumbotron.
“You’ve noticed Ms Hackenschmidt in the cage by now, but haven’t looked above you.”
The two looked up, spotting a glittering object on the end of a rope being lowered from the ceiling. “That’s the key to the cage. The winner of this match will be the one who can grab that key, which will allow them to unlock Ms Hackenschmidt from her cage and give you what was promised. I’m calling it…the Vic in a Cage match!”
The audience cheered. A ladder match was always appreciated, and this extra stipulation added greatly to the excitement.
“Now with the rules out of the way, let’s see a great match!”
The audience roared as the jumbotron shut down, leaving the two wrestlers to glare at each other from their places across the ring. The referee gained their attention before signaling the announcer.
DING!!!
The two circled each other across the ring, their two prior matches giving them a lot of learned knowledge of the other. Eventually, the circles tightened until the two locked up in the center in a contest of power…
…one that Danica was not intent on playing against the taller and stronger woman. Danice locked up, but instantly twisted the country girl around, twisting the redhead’s arm behind her back. Ariane grimaced, but rolled with the twist, swiftly gaining her arm back and landing a quick knee to Danica’s stomach. While still holding onto the blonde’s arm, she twisted it herself, only to have the Polish Pitbull quickly recover and roll out of the maneuver. Another roll had Ariane stumbling and Danica behind her. Arms wrapped around the larger woman’s waist, as the former Squire went for a suplex. The cowgirl struggled, resisting the move and landing back on her feet before wrapping an arm around Danica’s neck in a headlock to prevent any further suplex attempts.
The redhead moved backwards, shuffling Danica back into the cornerpost. Suddenly finding her back against the buckles, Dadal pushed forward just enough to be able to have the headlock released, then going for a leaping bulldog on her opponent.
It was almost a success, but before Ariane’s was about to faceplant, she caught herself on her hands and knees. Danica rolled to her feet, as Ariane rose herself, the two once again going into a circling pattern as the audience cheered their approval.
Another lockup soon followed, though this time, the larger wrestler was having none of it. As Danica went to lock up, Ariane leveled a stiff kick into her stomach, before grabbing a hold of her arm and whipping her into a cornerpost. The smaller blonde gasped as her back hit the padded metal, sending her stumbling forward as Ariane again grabbed her arm. “I think y’all need to meet some more poles…” the redhead grumbled, before irish-whipping her into the opposite turnbuckle.”
Another blast of pain shot through her system as Danica’s back smashed into the turnbuckles. She grimaced, fighting through the pain as she rebounded, jogging forward and leaping up, surprising the redhead facing her.
Honeyed legs wrapped themselves around Ariane’s neck in a headscissor, before Danica swung around, flipping the destroyer over in a beautifully executed Hurricarana.
The cowgirl landed roughly on her back, instincts having her instantly roll away to avoid any follow up attack. Again the two climbed to their feet, circling around the ring.
“Y’all gotten better I see…” Ariane said as she watched her opponent.
“You’re still horseshit,” Danica replied.
Ariane snarled, running forward and tackled her opponent to the mat. A cheer ran through the crowd as the two wrestled and rolled across the mat, both attempting to gain the upper hand until finally they rolled right under the ropes and out of the ring!
Fortunately for Ariane, she landed on top of her opponent.
Bad news for Danica, she became the meat of a sandwich between Ariane and the floor.
Danica grimaced after seeing stars from her head knocked against the floor, then yelped in pain as Ariane drug her up to her feet by her head, latching in a headlock before twisting the two over, slamming Danica back down onto the mat covered concrete.
“Y’all haven’t learned a thing!” Ariane grumbled as she hauled a woozy Dadal up before whipping her across the floor, directly towards the shark cage where Victoria currently was watching.
Her former tag partner’s face filled her vision as she smacked face first into the bars, or at least the parts of her vision not currently filled with stars. Her experience in the ring was the only thing that let her know she needed to move, despite the delightful closeness to the blonde inside the cage. Danica stumbled to the side after hearing the ‘clop clop’ of boots racing towards her, managing to avoid the flying elbow that was heading straight where she had been, which would have crushed her against the metal bars of the shark cage.
Instead, it was Ariane who was left crying out in pain as her shoulder took the full brunt of the blow. “Yeeeeeooouch!!! Dang that HURTS!!!”
The redhead rubbed her bruised shoulder, temporarily forgetting where she was, only for a sharp reminded as her hair was yanked unceremoniously back, then her head slammed swiftly forward into the metal bars her shoulder had just become acquainted with.
“Hey Vic, just to let you know,” Danica said quickly, while dragging a screaming Ariane’s face against the bars. “We can dump her in the cage after I win and I’ll treat you to something special. I’ll have you out as soon as I cream this fake titted cowpie.”
Victoria was speechless as Danica reared back Ariane’s face a second time to smash it into the bars. The ringing of the cowbells sounded in Ariane’s ears as she slid down the side of the shark cage, seeing nothing but stars.
Grinning from ear to ear, Dadal raised her hands into the air in an arrogant display of authority, which also bounced her plentiful mounds around to gain an appreciative cheer from the audience, and the gawking gaze of Hackenschmidt.
“See you in a minute, sweetie,” Danica cooed, before once more grabbing a hold of Ariane’s hair and wrenching the cowgirl up to her feet. Danice marched her around the cage and corner of the ring, before rolling her into the squared circle. “Now to find a ladder…”
It took Ariane a moment to get the prairie dogs from circling her head and the stars from clouding her vision. She shook her head, soon noticing that her opponent wasn’t even in the ring with her.
Grateful she could recover from the maniacal metal beating her head had taken, Ariane stumbled over to a nearby corner, closing her eyes to clear her vision some more.
CLANG!!!
“Oops, my bad.”
The metal chair bounced off the back of Ariane’s head, while the redhead fell like a mighty oak chopped at the base. Danica was grinning, holding up the metal chair before tossing it aside. “Now let’s grab that ladder….wait…”
The blonde grinned before driving under the apron once more and retrieving a table. With her assorted menagerie of weapons on the mats, she tossed each one into the ring as best she could while the Sheriff of FAWN was setting stars for the third time that match. The table was slid in first, followed by the ladder just as Ariane was about to rise.
Taking advantage of Ariane while she was on all fours, Danica grabbed her opponent’s long luscious locks of crimson and dragged her towards a corner before pulling her up to her feet.
“Off the hair Danica!” the ref yelled. Danica backed off before sending a wicked slap across Ariane’s cheek. The blow startled the cowgirl awake, only to Dadal’s elbow crack across her other cheek.
Ariane slid down the cornerpost, slumping into a sitting position as the Polish Pitbull jogged her way across the ring, then sprinted back across towards the redhead. She leapt and turned, drilling Ariane with a corner meteora.
“Corner Meteora” www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oh5km8fH9lE
Ariane bounced off the ring ropes, scrambling away on all four before flipping over to face the ceiling, while Danica had something else planned for her. Hopping up onto the top ropes, she did a quick splits before flipping over, landing a perfectly placed Split Legged Moonsault.
“Split Legged Moonsault” youtu.be/SavcqA5otCg?t=42
The move folded Ariane in half, her legs flopping up as she coughed and gagged. She hadn’t taken this much of a beating in a long time, she thought, groaning as Dadal lifted herself off of the cowgirl. ’Must be Vic in that there cage…’ Ariane thought before a shadow appeared over her.
Danica grinned as she pulled herself off the splated redhead. She had this match in the bag is she kept this up, then Vic and her would be together again. “You’re not taking her away from me again,” Danica said to a cowgirl who really couldn’t hear her at all. She looked to the audience and shouted. “What time is it! BEDTIME!”
Roaring their approval back at her, the audience was on their feet as she ripped apart her top, revealing her puppies held back in a barely there bikini top. She turned to Victoria and gave her a wink and a bounce, captivating the captive, before turning back to Ariane. “Consider this an honor. You get to be smothered twice.”
With that, she lowered herself down onto the cowgirl in a full body press, wrapping her legs around Ariane’s in a grapevine pin. She knew she couldn’t win this way, but Danica wanted to prove once and for all she had the better bust to Vic.
“She won’t even look at you sideways now,” Danica cooed into Ariane’s ear as the cowgirl flailed beneath her mounds.
The Polish Pitbull held the hold in for a few more seconds before a roar bellowed from beneath her.
“ENOUGH!!!”
Two arms wrapping around her center accompanied the roar, followed by an immensely powerful squeeze. Dadal’s breath caught in her throat as the squeeze continued to get tighter until she heard a pop in her back.
“AAUUUGHHHHH!!!”
Danica released her hold on the smother, flopping over to the side as the grounded bearhug was released. Not even her chiropractor had been able to pop her back that well! Going to stand, she had enough time to spy an enraged cowgirl, already standing, staring back at her.
“Oh shi-”
Ariane’s Coyote Kick greeted her in the face.
“Coyote Kick” www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM8Gox8y97w
Danica scrambled to her feet, only to be clotheslined down back to the mat. She hopped up a second time, just in time to eat a second clothesline. The third time she rose, she ducked, thinking to miss the clothesline, and swung a wide and wild punch, hitting nothing but air as the Sheriff of FAWN dodged around her, grabbed her head and drilled her with her signature move, the Hoedown!
“Hoedown” www.youtube.com/watch?v=3igRig0OKDU
It was Danica’s time to stare up at the ceiling lights, seeing stars as Ariane loomed above her. The Black Hills Beauty wasted no time, and with her back towards the busty blonde, she grabbed her ankles and quickly flipped her backwards into an inverted Boston Crab.
“Lonely Nights” www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY&t=15s
Danica let out a scream of pain as she was nearly bent in half, Ariane grinning as she squatted down low to really ratchet the submission hold up a notch. “Enjoying yer time in the ring with me now, eh?” the cowgirl taunted. “I’m not gonna have to do a year of smother matches because of you, girl. No matter what you want!”
The Polish Pitbull, for all her fight, was in tears as her back was wrenched. She tried pulling away, but the Black Hills Beauty had her locked in tight. She clawed at the mat, hoping to reach for the ropes, only for Jones to spot her and yank her further away. Now stuck in the center of the ring, she pounded the mat in an agonizing pain for a moment before again trying to reach behind her to claw at the cowgirl.
She grabbed something, but it wasn’t what either had expected…
…Ariane’s knot at the front of her shirt.
“What in blazes are ya trying honey?”
For her part, Danica wasn’t sure, she just yanked as hard as she could again and again, hoping whatever she was doing would be effective.
“Quit it! Y’all gonna tear-”
The yanking grew more intense, as Ariane tried to pull away, yet the Polish Pitbull remained true to her nickname and wouldn’t let go. It was a tug of war, with Ariane bending forward further to get the blonde to stop and Danica yanking harder than ever to…
RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!!!
The decibel level of the audience grew to new heights that threatened to split eardrums as Danica finally tore away Ariane’s shirt. The cowgirl let out a loud ‘Eeeeeep’ before instantly releasing the hold. It was a confusing mess for a moment as Ariane fumbled, her arms trapped by the increasingly torn garment while Danica struggled to crawl away, her grip still firm until finally, she slipped away, Ariane’s checkered top in her hands.
Ariane was left covering up in the ring, blushing furiously as Danica rolled to the outside, one hand holding her back and the other clenching the torn garment as she hobbled about. Thankfully for the cowgirl, she had still worn her halter/training top, but it was still an embarrassing moment for her pride and modesty.
In her office, Bethany leaned forward, smiling broadly. “Oh, this is going to make me so much money on the resales.”
Back at the ring, Danica had managed to stumble around until she had run into the shark cage Victoria was in. She leaned against the front of it, her back towards the ring and still spasming in pain as she held onto the metal bars for dear life.
“Are you alright?”
The soft tone of Vic’s voice brought her out of her hazy pain induced fog. She shook her head, but still locked eyes with Victoria. “I’ll be getting you out of this. I promise.”
Meanwhile, in the ring, Ariane had recovered from her embarrassment, and now was flushed red with anger. Spotting the blonde menace to society, Ariane shouted. “Ya blonde bimbo! Get back in here!”
Danica responded by not even turning around to flip her off.
Wrong move…
Spotting that the ladder was directly in line with Danica, the redhead jogged back against the ropes, bounced off, then ran at full speed, falling into a dropkick against the ladder’s bottom rung, firing it like a bullet from a six shooter straight at Danica!!
Victoria spotted the danger. “LOOK OUT!”
Danica turned around just in time for her breasts to catch the ladder full force, squishing her against the cage. The FAWN cameraman who took images of each match managed to catch several pictures of the moment; Danica’s cheeks puffed out, and her already enormous mounds blossoming out like erupting volcanoes from her barely there bikini.
“Gaaaaaaaahhhh!!!” Danica fell like a wrangled calf at a rodeo, gasping too hard for words as Ariane was back on her feet, glaring down at her.
“Now get back in here so I can finish you off before I unlock Vic out of that cage!” Still too incensed to wait, Ariane prepared for Danica’s return by grabbing the table and setting it up in the middle of the ring, then also grabbed the ladder and set it up right beneath the key ring dangling fifteen feet above. “I’ll give y’all to the count of ten before I start climbing!”
Danica was wheezing, slumped against the cage wall as she felt two hands begin to massage her shoulder.
“You can do this, mein engster freund. I believe in you.”
Danica nodded, relishing the touch of the German Juggernaut, and slowly, painfully, began getting to her feet.
Meanwhile in the ring, Ariane’s patience had run out. “I hate waiting…” She couldn’t see Danica rising instantly to her feet and with her patience completely worn out she slipped between the ropes and dropped down next to Danica. “Yer too slow!” Grabbing Danica by her hair and the hem of her pants, she lugged her up into the air like the bales of hay she tossed around back home. “Sorry Vic, but I’ll be whoopin’ yer girlfriend now.”
Victoria watched as Ariane began jogging, before spinning and tossing the Polish Pitbull against the barricade on the other corner of the ring.
RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!!!
Ariane looked down at the remains of Danica’s pants that she held in her hand. She’d forgotten completely about the barely there buttons that held them on to Danica’s delicious derriere. “Oops.”
She tossed them away, a lucky fan grabbing them and holding them up as a trophy, as the Sheriff of FAWN marched towards Danica. “You’ve pushed all the wrong buttons today girl!” she growled, once again grabbing the Polish Pitbull by the hair, her usual friendly and face-style of wrestling out the window. “Get ready tooo–”
She couldn’t finish the sentence as her mouth formed into a wide ‘O’. She bent down, clutching at her nethers where…
…Danica had Ariane in a vicious crotch claw.
The blonde had leveled an uppercut between the Country Cowgirl’s legs, and had completed the move by holding on for dear life in the cruelest hold she knew. With her other hand, she wiped the hair from in front of her eyes, revealing the fire burning uncontrollably within them.
“FUCK…YOU…BITCH!!”
Danice rose to her full height, claw still held tight as she wrenched up, forcing a howl that rivaled any coyote to be ripped from Ariane’s throat. Enjoying the cowgirl’s suffering, Danica led her over to the announcer’s table, every other second jerking her hand up, bringing another wail filled scream from Ariane’s lips.
Once in front of the announcer’s table, the blonde used her free hand to yank on Ariane’s luscious crimson locks and whispered into Ariane’s ear. “You’re not stealing my Vic away from me!” In the blink of an eye, she had released the kitty crusher, spun Ariane around, grabbed the redhead by her bounteous chest, and roared as she performed the most brutal boobplex anyone in FAWN could remember…
…right into the announcer’s table.
The table shattered as the cowgirl hit it full force, sending papers flying and the announcer’s scattering away. Their mid-ppv meal was tossed into the air, with most of the burgers and drinks landing on the now comatose looking cowgirl who lay in the middle of the destroyed mess. Coke drizzled onto her chest while a burger plopped onto her face as she lay in a semi-seated position within the wreckage.
Inside the cage, Victoria actually gasped at the brutality. “Oh mien gott…”
The FAWNatics gave the loudest cheer of the night as Danica stood, huffing and puffing, her chest wobbling as her back still spasmed every now and then. “That’s….that’s what you get…you Vic stealing hoe!”
Holding her back once more, Danica made her way over to the metal stairs, slowly climbing between the ropes and towards the ladder. Her back gave out as she neared, sending her tripping into and past the ladder.
“POL-ISH PIT-BULL!!” the audience started shouting, repeating it between claps. The shouts got her back up to her feet as she turned and crawled towards the ladder, reaching the first rung and pulling herself up the first step, then the next. Halfway up, the ladder shook slightly, but she didn’t care as she focused just on the keyring above her.
She finally reached the top, and let out a brief smile as she reached up for the keyring. Her fingers toyed with it, the ring dancing back and forth as she attempted to grab it.
Danica was so busy trying to untangle the key from the hanging loop to win the match, she didn’t even notice the angry redhead slowly appearing within her view on the other side of the ladder from her, until an elbow caught her flush in her face.
“Miss me?” Ariane asked, the redhead coated in a layer of food and drink, reminiscent of their first match months ago.
Danica nearly fell off backwards, but caught herself, shaking the ladder in the process. The cowgirl held on tightly during the shaking, giving Danica time to recover enough to return a right hook to sender, rocking the redhead.
“Not at all tits-for-brains.”
The two wrestlers began sending blow after blow into each other’s faces, the crowd’s cheers growing with the frenetic punches and blows raining down upon the blonde and redhead in equal measure.
“POL-ISH PIT-BULL!!!”
“COUN-TRY COW-GIRL!!!”
Opposing chants took up across the arena as the two beauties bludgeoned each other, each hit shaking the other, their heaving chests getting rocked as the two started trading breast punches and slaps to the joy of the crowd.
Ariane finally managed to clock Danica with an uppercut, lifting her temporarily off the ladder. The crowd roared, thinking she would fall, but she caught herself just in time. Growling in rage, the blonde bombshell reached out with both hands and slammed Ariane’s face into the top of the ladder with a loud THWUMP!!!!!!
“You!” THWUMP!!!!!! “NEED” THWUMP!!!!!! “TO” THWUMP!!!!!! “STAY” THWUMP!!!!!! “AWAY” THWUMP!!!!!! “FROM” THWUMP!!!!!! “VIC!!!” THWUMP!!!!!! THWUMP!!!!!!
Danica released Ariane’s hair, the country cowgirl groaning as the breathless blonde’s chest heaved up and down as the anger ebbed within her.
“Is…that all y’all got?” Ariane slowly replied, lifting her bloodied face from the top of the ladder, creating a gruesome image as her rage danced in her eyes. Danica, infuriated, grabbed a hold of Ariane’s hair once more, wrenching her face forward until she was face to face with the Polish Pitbull.
“I’m going to mess you up so much that even that boy toy of your’s won’t recognize you! Nobody will love you!”
“Vic loves you…”
The blonde paused, momentarily shocked so much she couldn’t move. Ariane took the pause to grin. “And I know y’all love her too. Cimar…told me. Explained it to me. You should tell her…”
Danica’s grip lessened on the hair as she moved back slightly. “Wa…what?”
She felt her gut bend inward as Ariane led a deep belly punch beneath her dangling girls, shaking her entire frame as Ariane roared at her. “ONLY AFTER I TAN YER SKANK HIDE!”
Ariane seemed to go full berserk mode, throwing punch after punch into the blonde’s gut, then alternating between those and smashing her face into the top of the ladder. The redhead took a step up the ladder, then another, before wrapping her arms around the blonde who was now folded upon the top of the metal.
The crowd was on their feet as Ariane let out a massive bellowing growl, using it to heft Danica into the powerbomb position above her. The blonde saw the key next to her, and for a moment, felt victory within her grasp and just as she reached for it…the cool, golden metal that contained her hopes and dreams with Vic…she saw it flying away from her.
Only she was the one flying…down…hard.
The Country Cowgirl lived up to her destroyer reputation as she slammed Danica down, straight into the table that sat beneath the ladder. The wood EXPLODED as the blonde’s body hit it, shattering into pieces, leaving her laying in the destroyed refuse, a broken body sheltered within the confines of a broken dream.
Danica couldn’t move, couldn’t even reach up towards that key, as she watched with tears now streaming down her cheeks as the devil in plaid climbed to the top of the ladder, and slowly, meticulously, released the key from the loop.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rung, as Danica watched the tag team title chance with Victoria ring away.
A bloodied and battered cowgirl let herself rest at the top of the ladder for a moment before descending. She noticed Danica hadn’t moved from the destruction of the table she’d crushed. The cowgirl shook her head, before heading over to the cage next to the ring, a shocked Vic staring blankly ahead towards her former tag partner.
Danica couldn’t focus on anything other than the now keyless loop hanging above her, slowly swaying back and forth. Eventually, a shadow fell over her, making the sight of her failure disappear behind a mop of blonde hair.
…blonde hair?
Danica groaned, slowly rotating her head to see two people staring down at her. One, was the devil incarnate cowgirl herself, while the other was…
“...Vic?”
Vic nodded. “You fought well”
“I lost…” Danica interjected, her voice void of most emotion. She was confused when Vic shook her head.
“Ms Jones found a, solution? And you know that we can still team up, yah?”
Ariane nodded. “The stipulations we agreed to was for either of us to grab the key and release Victoria.” The redhead grinned. “However, nothing was mentioned about if one of us handed good ole Vic the key to unlock herself.”
The conversation was loud enough to be caught on the nearby mics at the announcer’s desk. The audience was stunned, then roared their approval, a large amount laughing and guffawing.
In the backrooms, several FAWN stars snickered, while others began worrying for the Sheriff and what Bethany might do…
…Meanwhile, said CEO’s eye twitched.
“So, whaddya say?” Ariane held the key out to Danica, as Victoria walked back to the cage and surprising everyone, locked herself back in.
Danica glanced between the now re-caged Victoria, and Ariane, then back to Vic. Finally, she took the key, as Ariane helped her to her feet. “Now go and unlock yer heartthrob.”
Ariane raised a surprised Danica’s arm in the air to the cheering of the crowd, before walking off between the ropes and up the ramp. Danica walked slowly towards Victoria, her whole body still aching from going through the table from on top of the ladder. She finally reached the cage, and unlocked it, a smiling Victoria greeting her.
“So…you ready to team once again?”
Danica replied with the biggest hug she’d ever given to anyone.
The lights dimmed and a familiar clip-clopping of horses hooves sounded throughout the arena. The crowd was on its feet, roaring its approval as clapping began from the speakers, many in the audience clapping along as “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” began blaring around the arena. The Country Cowgirl Ariane Jones appeared onstage, clad in her familiar black and red flannel crop top, tied off below her bounteous bust, and her daisy dukes, leather vest, hat and boots.
ARIANE JONES
Ariane nodded along to the music for a few moments, before she gave a massive shouted, “YEEEEHAW” and began running towards the stage, grin on her face as streams of pyro went off, seemingly chasing her down the ramp alongside her. The cowgirl slid into the ring, pushing herself up and crossing the squared circle until she hopped onto a ringpost and belting out another ‘YEEHAW’, which was returned by a chorus of fans. Smiling even wider, Ariane made a circle motion with her hand, imitating a lasso, before tossing her hat to the audience then hopping down to the ring mat. She hopped from foot to foot, awaiting her opponent as the lights dimmed, and her smile faded with them.
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 slowly breaks through the curtains with a closed smile, ignoring the uproarious reaction to her presence to focus on her redheaded nemesis inside the ring. She points a finger at a nearby camera and talks through the lens like she’s speaking to a friend across the room, “This is is the last one! I’m sending this cowgirl to the butcher’s, then Vic and I are going after the tag titles!”
Danica saunters to the ring with more steel in her stride then usual, she needs to win this one and send the sheriff to the next county crying. Even with less swagger, the walk down the ramp gives her bra busters an enticing wobble and gives the fans a great view as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans. The Pitbull 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.
She 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, and locks eyes with Ariane across the ring. The Sheriff of FAWN meets the Lightwieght’s gaze with equal intensity and grips the ropes tightly to stop herself from charging out and popping the LAW Dog one before the bell. Danica’s having similar thoughts and they can see it in each other’s eyes; both of them subtly lean forward, they’re about to burst out of their corners and start swinging fists!
An ominous bass riff starts playing through the speakers startling the wrestlers out of their fury. They whip their heads to the FAWNtron but there’s no entrance video playing, just a feed of the arena’s ceiling as something baby blue lowers. It’s a shark cage! And in the cage is Victoria Hackenschmidt!
One of the physically intimidating women in wrestling and the longest reigning IC champ in FAWN's history, looks bedraggled and panicked. Dressed like she's about to go into the ring, the giant German grips the unmoving bars as the cage lowers by a chain into the arena. "What's going on!? Why am I here!? I've never interfered in their matches. So why have I been entführt!?"
“Vic?!”
Both wrestlers shout at the same time equally confused as to why the former Intercontinental champion is inside a shark cage being lowered next to the ring. The FAWNtrons sparked to life, with Bethan Christian’s smiling face appearing.
“Good evening FAWNatics! I hope you’re having a wonderful night. We have something special planned for you tonight.
The two wrestlers in the ring roll their eyes, though Danica’s gaze settled onto Vic, who looked a little worse for wear. “Hey Vic, looking good.” The Polish Pitbull blew a kiss to her former teammate before jumping just enough to juggle her jugs, gaining Vic’s instant attention.
Back on the FAWNtron, the audience had just roared their approval of the show so far. Ms Christian continued. “Your two wrestlers in the ring right now have reasons why they are fighting one final time, though I’ll keep those saucy details to myself.” Whistles and catcalls echoed throughout the arena, the chairwoman letting them die down before speaking again. “However, I’m adding a single stipulation to how they can win this match.”
That gained both Ariane’s and Danica’s attention, with both turning their heads towards the jumbotron.
“You’ve noticed Ms Hackenschmidt in the cage by now, but haven’t looked above you.”
The two looked up, spotting a glittering object on the end of a rope being lowered from the ceiling. “That’s the key to the cage. The winner of this match will be the one who can grab that key, which will allow them to unlock Ms Hackenschmidt from her cage and give you what was promised. I’m calling it…the Vic in a Cage match!”
The audience cheered. A ladder match was always appreciated, and this extra stipulation added greatly to the excitement.
“Now with the rules out of the way, let’s see a great match!”
The audience roared as the jumbotron shut down, leaving the two wrestlers to glare at each other from their places across the ring. The referee gained their attention before signaling the announcer.
DING!!!
The two circled each other across the ring, their two prior matches giving them a lot of learned knowledge of the other. Eventually, the circles tightened until the two locked up in the center in a contest of power…
…one that Danica was not intent on playing against the taller and stronger woman. Danice locked up, but instantly twisted the country girl around, twisting the redhead’s arm behind her back. Ariane grimaced, but rolled with the twist, swiftly gaining her arm back and landing a quick knee to Danica’s stomach. While still holding onto the blonde’s arm, she twisted it herself, only to have the Polish Pitbull quickly recover and roll out of the maneuver. Another roll had Ariane stumbling and Danica behind her. Arms wrapped around the larger woman’s waist, as the former Squire went for a suplex. The cowgirl struggled, resisting the move and landing back on her feet before wrapping an arm around Danica’s neck in a headlock to prevent any further suplex attempts.
The redhead moved backwards, shuffling Danica back into the cornerpost. Suddenly finding her back against the buckles, Dadal pushed forward just enough to be able to have the headlock released, then going for a leaping bulldog on her opponent.
It was almost a success, but before Ariane’s was about to faceplant, she caught herself on her hands and knees. Danica rolled to her feet, as Ariane rose herself, the two once again going into a circling pattern as the audience cheered their approval.
Another lockup soon followed, though this time, the larger wrestler was having none of it. As Danica went to lock up, Ariane leveled a stiff kick into her stomach, before grabbing a hold of her arm and whipping her into a cornerpost. The smaller blonde gasped as her back hit the padded metal, sending her stumbling forward as Ariane again grabbed her arm. “I think y’all need to meet some more poles…” the redhead grumbled, before irish-whipping her into the opposite turnbuckle.”
Another blast of pain shot through her system as Danica’s back smashed into the turnbuckles. She grimaced, fighting through the pain as she rebounded, jogging forward and leaping up, surprising the redhead facing her.
Honeyed legs wrapped themselves around Ariane’s neck in a headscissor, before Danica swung around, flipping the destroyer over in a beautifully executed Hurricarana.
The cowgirl landed roughly on her back, instincts having her instantly roll away to avoid any follow up attack. Again the two climbed to their feet, circling around the ring.
“Y’all gotten better I see…” Ariane said as she watched her opponent.
“You’re still horseshit,” Danica replied.
Ariane snarled, running forward and tackled her opponent to the mat. A cheer ran through the crowd as the two wrestled and rolled across the mat, both attempting to gain the upper hand until finally they rolled right under the ropes and out of the ring!
Fortunately for Ariane, she landed on top of her opponent.
Bad news for Danica, she became the meat of a sandwich between Ariane and the floor.
Danica grimaced after seeing stars from her head knocked against the floor, then yelped in pain as Ariane drug her up to her feet by her head, latching in a headlock before twisting the two over, slamming Danica back down onto the mat covered concrete.
“Y’all haven’t learned a thing!” Ariane grumbled as she hauled a woozy Dadal up before whipping her across the floor, directly towards the shark cage where Victoria currently was watching.
Her former tag partner’s face filled her vision as she smacked face first into the bars, or at least the parts of her vision not currently filled with stars. Her experience in the ring was the only thing that let her know she needed to move, despite the delightful closeness to the blonde inside the cage. Danica stumbled to the side after hearing the ‘clop clop’ of boots racing towards her, managing to avoid the flying elbow that was heading straight where she had been, which would have crushed her against the metal bars of the shark cage.
Instead, it was Ariane who was left crying out in pain as her shoulder took the full brunt of the blow. “Yeeeeeooouch!!! Dang that HURTS!!!”
The redhead rubbed her bruised shoulder, temporarily forgetting where she was, only for a sharp reminded as her hair was yanked unceremoniously back, then her head slammed swiftly forward into the metal bars her shoulder had just become acquainted with.
“Hey Vic, just to let you know,” Danica said quickly, while dragging a screaming Ariane’s face against the bars. “We can dump her in the cage after I win and I’ll treat you to something special. I’ll have you out as soon as I cream this fake titted cowpie.”
Victoria was speechless as Danica reared back Ariane’s face a second time to smash it into the bars. The ringing of the cowbells sounded in Ariane’s ears as she slid down the side of the shark cage, seeing nothing but stars.
Grinning from ear to ear, Dadal raised her hands into the air in an arrogant display of authority, which also bounced her plentiful mounds around to gain an appreciative cheer from the audience, and the gawking gaze of Hackenschmidt.
“See you in a minute, sweetie,” Danica cooed, before once more grabbing a hold of Ariane’s hair and wrenching the cowgirl up to her feet. Danice marched her around the cage and corner of the ring, before rolling her into the squared circle. “Now to find a ladder…”
It took Ariane a moment to get the prairie dogs from circling her head and the stars from clouding her vision. She shook her head, soon noticing that her opponent wasn’t even in the ring with her.
Grateful she could recover from the maniacal metal beating her head had taken, Ariane stumbled over to a nearby corner, closing her eyes to clear her vision some more.
CLANG!!!
“Oops, my bad.”
The metal chair bounced off the back of Ariane’s head, while the redhead fell like a mighty oak chopped at the base. Danica was grinning, holding up the metal chair before tossing it aside. “Now let’s grab that ladder….wait…”
The blonde grinned before driving under the apron once more and retrieving a table. With her assorted menagerie of weapons on the mats, she tossed each one into the ring as best she could while the Sheriff of FAWN was setting stars for the third time that match. The table was slid in first, followed by the ladder just as Ariane was about to rise.
Taking advantage of Ariane while she was on all fours, Danica grabbed her opponent’s long luscious locks of crimson and dragged her towards a corner before pulling her up to her feet.
“Off the hair Danica!” the ref yelled. Danica backed off before sending a wicked slap across Ariane’s cheek. The blow startled the cowgirl awake, only to Dadal’s elbow crack across her other cheek.
Ariane slid down the cornerpost, slumping into a sitting position as the Polish Pitbull jogged her way across the ring, then sprinted back across towards the redhead. She leapt and turned, drilling Ariane with a corner meteora.
“Corner Meteora” www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oh5km8fH9lE
Ariane bounced off the ring ropes, scrambling away on all four before flipping over to face the ceiling, while Danica had something else planned for her. Hopping up onto the top ropes, she did a quick splits before flipping over, landing a perfectly placed Split Legged Moonsault.
“Split Legged Moonsault” youtu.be/SavcqA5otCg?t=42
The move folded Ariane in half, her legs flopping up as she coughed and gagged. She hadn’t taken this much of a beating in a long time, she thought, groaning as Dadal lifted herself off of the cowgirl. ’Must be Vic in that there cage…’ Ariane thought before a shadow appeared over her.
Danica grinned as she pulled herself off the splated redhead. She had this match in the bag is she kept this up, then Vic and her would be together again. “You’re not taking her away from me again,” Danica said to a cowgirl who really couldn’t hear her at all. She looked to the audience and shouted. “What time is it! BEDTIME!”
Roaring their approval back at her, the audience was on their feet as she ripped apart her top, revealing her puppies held back in a barely there bikini top. She turned to Victoria and gave her a wink and a bounce, captivating the captive, before turning back to Ariane. “Consider this an honor. You get to be smothered twice.”
With that, she lowered herself down onto the cowgirl in a full body press, wrapping her legs around Ariane’s in a grapevine pin. She knew she couldn’t win this way, but Danica wanted to prove once and for all she had the better bust to Vic.
“She won’t even look at you sideways now,” Danica cooed into Ariane’s ear as the cowgirl flailed beneath her mounds.
The Polish Pitbull held the hold in for a few more seconds before a roar bellowed from beneath her.
“ENOUGH!!!”
Two arms wrapping around her center accompanied the roar, followed by an immensely powerful squeeze. Dadal’s breath caught in her throat as the squeeze continued to get tighter until she heard a pop in her back.
“AAUUUGHHHHH!!!”
Danica released her hold on the smother, flopping over to the side as the grounded bearhug was released. Not even her chiropractor had been able to pop her back that well! Going to stand, she had enough time to spy an enraged cowgirl, already standing, staring back at her.
“Oh shi-”
Ariane’s Coyote Kick greeted her in the face.
“Coyote Kick” www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM8Gox8y97w
Danica scrambled to her feet, only to be clotheslined down back to the mat. She hopped up a second time, just in time to eat a second clothesline. The third time she rose, she ducked, thinking to miss the clothesline, and swung a wide and wild punch, hitting nothing but air as the Sheriff of FAWN dodged around her, grabbed her head and drilled her with her signature move, the Hoedown!
“Hoedown” www.youtube.com/watch?v=3igRig0OKDU
It was Danica’s time to stare up at the ceiling lights, seeing stars as Ariane loomed above her. The Black Hills Beauty wasted no time, and with her back towards the busty blonde, she grabbed her ankles and quickly flipped her backwards into an inverted Boston Crab.
“Lonely Nights” www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOjhvoV-AgY&t=15s
Danica let out a scream of pain as she was nearly bent in half, Ariane grinning as she squatted down low to really ratchet the submission hold up a notch. “Enjoying yer time in the ring with me now, eh?” the cowgirl taunted. “I’m not gonna have to do a year of smother matches because of you, girl. No matter what you want!”
The Polish Pitbull, for all her fight, was in tears as her back was wrenched. She tried pulling away, but the Black Hills Beauty had her locked in tight. She clawed at the mat, hoping to reach for the ropes, only for Jones to spot her and yank her further away. Now stuck in the center of the ring, she pounded the mat in an agonizing pain for a moment before again trying to reach behind her to claw at the cowgirl.
She grabbed something, but it wasn’t what either had expected…
…Ariane’s knot at the front of her shirt.
“What in blazes are ya trying honey?”
For her part, Danica wasn’t sure, she just yanked as hard as she could again and again, hoping whatever she was doing would be effective.
“Quit it! Y’all gonna tear-”
The yanking grew more intense, as Ariane tried to pull away, yet the Polish Pitbull remained true to her nickname and wouldn’t let go. It was a tug of war, with Ariane bending forward further to get the blonde to stop and Danica yanking harder than ever to…
RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!!!
The decibel level of the audience grew to new heights that threatened to split eardrums as Danica finally tore away Ariane’s shirt. The cowgirl let out a loud ‘Eeeeeep’ before instantly releasing the hold. It was a confusing mess for a moment as Ariane fumbled, her arms trapped by the increasingly torn garment while Danica struggled to crawl away, her grip still firm until finally, she slipped away, Ariane’s checkered top in her hands.
Ariane was left covering up in the ring, blushing furiously as Danica rolled to the outside, one hand holding her back and the other clenching the torn garment as she hobbled about. Thankfully for the cowgirl, she had still worn her halter/training top, but it was still an embarrassing moment for her pride and modesty.
In her office, Bethany leaned forward, smiling broadly. “Oh, this is going to make me so much money on the resales.”
Back at the ring, Danica had managed to stumble around until she had run into the shark cage Victoria was in. She leaned against the front of it, her back towards the ring and still spasming in pain as she held onto the metal bars for dear life.
“Are you alright?”
The soft tone of Vic’s voice brought her out of her hazy pain induced fog. She shook her head, but still locked eyes with Victoria. “I’ll be getting you out of this. I promise.”
Meanwhile, in the ring, Ariane had recovered from her embarrassment, and now was flushed red with anger. Spotting the blonde menace to society, Ariane shouted. “Ya blonde bimbo! Get back in here!”
Danica responded by not even turning around to flip her off.
Wrong move…
Spotting that the ladder was directly in line with Danica, the redhead jogged back against the ropes, bounced off, then ran at full speed, falling into a dropkick against the ladder’s bottom rung, firing it like a bullet from a six shooter straight at Danica!!
Victoria spotted the danger. “LOOK OUT!”
Danica turned around just in time for her breasts to catch the ladder full force, squishing her against the cage. The FAWN cameraman who took images of each match managed to catch several pictures of the moment; Danica’s cheeks puffed out, and her already enormous mounds blossoming out like erupting volcanoes from her barely there bikini.
“Gaaaaaaaahhhh!!!” Danica fell like a wrangled calf at a rodeo, gasping too hard for words as Ariane was back on her feet, glaring down at her.
“Now get back in here so I can finish you off before I unlock Vic out of that cage!” Still too incensed to wait, Ariane prepared for Danica’s return by grabbing the table and setting it up in the middle of the ring, then also grabbed the ladder and set it up right beneath the key ring dangling fifteen feet above. “I’ll give y’all to the count of ten before I start climbing!”
Danica was wheezing, slumped against the cage wall as she felt two hands begin to massage her shoulder.
“You can do this, mein engster freund. I believe in you.”
Danica nodded, relishing the touch of the German Juggernaut, and slowly, painfully, began getting to her feet.
Meanwhile in the ring, Ariane’s patience had run out. “I hate waiting…” She couldn’t see Danica rising instantly to her feet and with her patience completely worn out she slipped between the ropes and dropped down next to Danica. “Yer too slow!” Grabbing Danica by her hair and the hem of her pants, she lugged her up into the air like the bales of hay she tossed around back home. “Sorry Vic, but I’ll be whoopin’ yer girlfriend now.”
Victoria watched as Ariane began jogging, before spinning and tossing the Polish Pitbull against the barricade on the other corner of the ring.
RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!!!
Ariane looked down at the remains of Danica’s pants that she held in her hand. She’d forgotten completely about the barely there buttons that held them on to Danica’s delicious derriere. “Oops.”
She tossed them away, a lucky fan grabbing them and holding them up as a trophy, as the Sheriff of FAWN marched towards Danica. “You’ve pushed all the wrong buttons today girl!” she growled, once again grabbing the Polish Pitbull by the hair, her usual friendly and face-style of wrestling out the window. “Get ready tooo–”
She couldn’t finish the sentence as her mouth formed into a wide ‘O’. She bent down, clutching at her nethers where…
…Danica had Ariane in a vicious crotch claw.
The blonde had leveled an uppercut between the Country Cowgirl’s legs, and had completed the move by holding on for dear life in the cruelest hold she knew. With her other hand, she wiped the hair from in front of her eyes, revealing the fire burning uncontrollably within them.
“FUCK…YOU…BITCH!!”
Danice rose to her full height, claw still held tight as she wrenched up, forcing a howl that rivaled any coyote to be ripped from Ariane’s throat. Enjoying the cowgirl’s suffering, Danica led her over to the announcer’s table, every other second jerking her hand up, bringing another wail filled scream from Ariane’s lips.
Once in front of the announcer’s table, the blonde used her free hand to yank on Ariane’s luscious crimson locks and whispered into Ariane’s ear. “You’re not stealing my Vic away from me!” In the blink of an eye, she had released the kitty crusher, spun Ariane around, grabbed the redhead by her bounteous chest, and roared as she performed the most brutal boobplex anyone in FAWN could remember…
…right into the announcer’s table.
The table shattered as the cowgirl hit it full force, sending papers flying and the announcer’s scattering away. Their mid-ppv meal was tossed into the air, with most of the burgers and drinks landing on the now comatose looking cowgirl who lay in the middle of the destroyed mess. Coke drizzled onto her chest while a burger plopped onto her face as she lay in a semi-seated position within the wreckage.
Inside the cage, Victoria actually gasped at the brutality. “Oh mien gott…”
The FAWNatics gave the loudest cheer of the night as Danica stood, huffing and puffing, her chest wobbling as her back still spasmed every now and then. “That’s….that’s what you get…you Vic stealing hoe!”
Holding her back once more, Danica made her way over to the metal stairs, slowly climbing between the ropes and towards the ladder. Her back gave out as she neared, sending her tripping into and past the ladder.
“POL-ISH PIT-BULL!!” the audience started shouting, repeating it between claps. The shouts got her back up to her feet as she turned and crawled towards the ladder, reaching the first rung and pulling herself up the first step, then the next. Halfway up, the ladder shook slightly, but she didn’t care as she focused just on the keyring above her.
She finally reached the top, and let out a brief smile as she reached up for the keyring. Her fingers toyed with it, the ring dancing back and forth as she attempted to grab it.
Danica was so busy trying to untangle the key from the hanging loop to win the match, she didn’t even notice the angry redhead slowly appearing within her view on the other side of the ladder from her, until an elbow caught her flush in her face.
“Miss me?” Ariane asked, the redhead coated in a layer of food and drink, reminiscent of their first match months ago.
Danica nearly fell off backwards, but caught herself, shaking the ladder in the process. The cowgirl held on tightly during the shaking, giving Danica time to recover enough to return a right hook to sender, rocking the redhead.
“Not at all tits-for-brains.”
The two wrestlers began sending blow after blow into each other’s faces, the crowd’s cheers growing with the frenetic punches and blows raining down upon the blonde and redhead in equal measure.
“POL-ISH PIT-BULL!!!”
“COUN-TRY COW-GIRL!!!”
Opposing chants took up across the arena as the two beauties bludgeoned each other, each hit shaking the other, their heaving chests getting rocked as the two started trading breast punches and slaps to the joy of the crowd.
Ariane finally managed to clock Danica with an uppercut, lifting her temporarily off the ladder. The crowd roared, thinking she would fall, but she caught herself just in time. Growling in rage, the blonde bombshell reached out with both hands and slammed Ariane’s face into the top of the ladder with a loud THWUMP!!!!!!
“You!” THWUMP!!!!!! “NEED” THWUMP!!!!!! “TO” THWUMP!!!!!! “STAY” THWUMP!!!!!! “AWAY” THWUMP!!!!!! “FROM” THWUMP!!!!!! “VIC!!!” THWUMP!!!!!! THWUMP!!!!!!
Danica released Ariane’s hair, the country cowgirl groaning as the breathless blonde’s chest heaved up and down as the anger ebbed within her.
“Is…that all y’all got?” Ariane slowly replied, lifting her bloodied face from the top of the ladder, creating a gruesome image as her rage danced in her eyes. Danica, infuriated, grabbed a hold of Ariane’s hair once more, wrenching her face forward until she was face to face with the Polish Pitbull.
“I’m going to mess you up so much that even that boy toy of your’s won’t recognize you! Nobody will love you!”
“Vic loves you…”
The blonde paused, momentarily shocked so much she couldn’t move. Ariane took the pause to grin. “And I know y’all love her too. Cimar…told me. Explained it to me. You should tell her…”
Danica’s grip lessened on the hair as she moved back slightly. “Wa…what?”
She felt her gut bend inward as Ariane led a deep belly punch beneath her dangling girls, shaking her entire frame as Ariane roared at her. “ONLY AFTER I TAN YER SKANK HIDE!”
Ariane seemed to go full berserk mode, throwing punch after punch into the blonde’s gut, then alternating between those and smashing her face into the top of the ladder. The redhead took a step up the ladder, then another, before wrapping her arms around the blonde who was now folded upon the top of the metal.
The crowd was on their feet as Ariane let out a massive bellowing growl, using it to heft Danica into the powerbomb position above her. The blonde saw the key next to her, and for a moment, felt victory within her grasp and just as she reached for it…the cool, golden metal that contained her hopes and dreams with Vic…she saw it flying away from her.
Only she was the one flying…down…hard.
The Country Cowgirl lived up to her destroyer reputation as she slammed Danica down, straight into the table that sat beneath the ladder. The wood EXPLODED as the blonde’s body hit it, shattering into pieces, leaving her laying in the destroyed refuse, a broken body sheltered within the confines of a broken dream.
Danica couldn’t move, couldn’t even reach up towards that key, as she watched with tears now streaming down her cheeks as the devil in plaid climbed to the top of the ladder, and slowly, meticulously, released the key from the loop.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rung, as Danica watched the tag team title chance with Victoria ring away.
A bloodied and battered cowgirl let herself rest at the top of the ladder for a moment before descending. She noticed Danica hadn’t moved from the destruction of the table she’d crushed. The cowgirl shook her head, before heading over to the cage next to the ring, a shocked Vic staring blankly ahead towards her former tag partner.
Danica couldn’t focus on anything other than the now keyless loop hanging above her, slowly swaying back and forth. Eventually, a shadow fell over her, making the sight of her failure disappear behind a mop of blonde hair.
…blonde hair?
Danica groaned, slowly rotating her head to see two people staring down at her. One, was the devil incarnate cowgirl herself, while the other was…
“...Vic?”
Vic nodded. “You fought well”
“I lost…” Danica interjected, her voice void of most emotion. She was confused when Vic shook her head.
“Ms Jones found a, solution? And you know that we can still team up, yah?”
Ariane nodded. “The stipulations we agreed to was for either of us to grab the key and release Victoria.” The redhead grinned. “However, nothing was mentioned about if one of us handed good ole Vic the key to unlock herself.”
The conversation was loud enough to be caught on the nearby mics at the announcer’s desk. The audience was stunned, then roared their approval, a large amount laughing and guffawing.
In the backrooms, several FAWN stars snickered, while others began worrying for the Sheriff and what Bethany might do…
…Meanwhile, said CEO’s eye twitched.
“So, whaddya say?” Ariane held the key out to Danica, as Victoria walked back to the cage and surprising everyone, locked herself back in.
Danica glanced between the now re-caged Victoria, and Ariane, then back to Vic. Finally, she took the key, as Ariane helped her to her feet. “Now go and unlock yer heartthrob.”
Ariane raised a surprised Danica’s arm in the air to the cheering of the crowd, before walking off between the ropes and up the ramp. Danica walked slowly towards Victoria, her whole body still aching from going through the table from on top of the ladder. She finally reached the cage, and unlocked it, a smiling Victoria greeting her.
“So…you ready to team once again?”
Danica replied with the biggest hug she’d ever given to anyone.