Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2023 17:43:21 GMT
A very much waited for match was about to begin, with fans rushing back to their seats so they wouldn’t miss a minute of action in this upcoming championship match. The dominant TV champion, Crystal Hilton, was taking on the Country Cowgirl, Ariane Jones. The champion had challenged the Black Hills Beauty, and taken a loss at the last ppv, earning Jones her chance at the title this time. Fans were anxious to see two of their favorites again in the ring together, as the last match had blown the roof off the FAWN arena.
The announcer stood in the center of the ring, getting ready to begin.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Television Championship! Introducing first, from Rapid City, South Dakota. Standing five foot ten inches and weighing in at 150 pounds; she is your Sheriff of FAWN and your favorite Country Cowgirl…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
ARIANE JONES
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 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 turned pro wrestler slid into the ring, pushing herself up and crossing the squared circle until she hopped onto a ring post, belting out another ‘YEEHAW,’ which was returned by a chorus of fans. “Y’all know it’s my time to be your Television champion!” she bellowed, earning a roar from the crowd. 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.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVAZzh8Zih8
All of a sudden, we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
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It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience. She does a twirl and lifts the Fawn Television Championship high into the air before she holds it awkwardly behind her head before she starts to march her way to the ring. She adjusts the title and places it on her shoulder as she stops and admires the screaming crowd that is in front of her.
“Introducing on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 115 pounds, the Television Champion Crystal Hilton!!!”
Tonight, her attire appears to be her traditional two-piece aqua blue wrestling attire. She wears matching white and blue boots to go with the outfit.
She smirks as she slaps the hands of the roaring crowd and starts to pose for the photographers that snap photos of her. She smiles running her hands through her long hair as she speaks out loud.
“Tonight, I will keep on being the best thing on Television. I am YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!”
She blows kisses as she continues her way to the ring. She slides her championship into the ring before she jumps onto the apron. She looks around before doing a jumping split to enter the ring. This gains a massive pop from the audience. She picks up her championship off of the ground before she walks past Ariane smiling at her. She heads for a corner and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle as she raises her title high into the air.
“This won’t be like last time… Mark my words on that Dakota. I will beat you and prove that you simply got lucky in our last encounter.?!”
The two women square up in their corners as the referee pats them down. Finding nothing, the official was about to signal for the beginning of the match when another familiar musical strain lit up the arena.
Kick Punch by Adam WarRock: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
Cassava Onika
A pace quickening beats pours through the speakers as a short but curvaceous Black woman steps through the curtain, playfully dancing along with the nerd Hip Hop with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the BMD champion smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters. The entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. The callipygian content creator is dressed for battle in a white tank top that shows a hint of belly button, and a red bra that’s visible through the thin fabric keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounces to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of pink booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small), and just above those was the wide leather strap of the BMD title, the nature and design of the belt dictated that the gold plate be showcased just above its holder’s buns. The inward curve of the center gold plate rests on Onika’s shelf of booty like it was always meant to be there. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
Still at the top of the ramp, Cassava swung her hips into a turn that puts her back to the Red, White and Bruised audience. Presenting an ass that makes LaKeisha Bates self-conscious whether she admits it or not, she performs a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling crowd. Cassava dips low and makes her cheeks clap to a suddenly roaring audience before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
This unplanned surprise took the announcer somewhat by surprise, though they quickly recovered.
“Well…uh…FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
Cassava nodded to the announcer in the ring, though instead of sliding inside, made her way around the ring towards the announcer’s table. “I’m just here to watch you two tonight. You’ve got this Crystal!”
Ariane frowns, but keeps her professionalism about her as the Queen of Booty made her way to the extra seat near the announcer’s table while Crystal smiled at her friend. “Thank you Cassava! I’ll win this one for you!”
With the latest wrestler now in a seat near the commentator’s desk, the official motioned for both women in the ring. Both nodded, before she struck her hand down and the bell was rung!
DING DING
The bell sings loudly and Ariane walks to the center of the ring to offer Crystal a handshake. The Television Champion however isn’t in the mood for being a good sport as the sting of defeat from their last encounter is still plaguing her mind. She storms right over to Ariane and slaps her as hard as she can right in the face. Jones face snaps back as she wasn’t expecting that from the Hollywood star. “Sugar is that the type of game you want to p…”
Before she could even finish her statement Hilton tries to go for yet another slap but this time Ariane is waiting for it as she grabs a hold of Crystal’s hand and bends it backwards.
SMAACKK!!
Ariane's face went whipping the other direction from a backhanded slap from Crystal's free hand so hard, and so shockingly sudden, the redhead's grip in Crystal's hand loosened enough for the Afro-Latino to free herself and fluidly move into a judo hip toss.
Ariane crashed hard to the mat, still seeing stars from the forceful backhand. She was still cognizant enough to pay attention to her 'cowgirl sense', and rolled out of the way what otherwise would have been a brutal sitting snapmare. Both women rolled to their feet and circled one another, spying for an opening. Hilton’s game plan for this match was far different than her last encounter. For the Afro-Latina it was all about high octane offense and doing whatever was needed to win. She quickly makes another move as she runs directly at the redhead. Ariane braces herself but Crystal shocks her by doing a baseball slide right in between her legs.
She ends up on the other side of the South Dakota native and immediately begins to run to the opposite turnbuckle. She runs all the way to the top and in that split second Jones turns around. The moment she does so is the very moment that Hilton flips off of the ropes backwards with a moonsault attempt. Jones however showcases her power and ring awareness as she manages to catch the high-flying star in the middle of the air.
“PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!!” The starlet cries out as she kicks her feet about but Ariane has other plans as she shifts Hilton’s body until she is holding her behind her shoulders with Crystal’s back leaning against Jones’ back. She twirls around to stare at the camera before she jumps up dropping to her knees and forcing Hilton’s back to hit against Jones shoulders and crumble to the ground.
“Brokeback Country”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=huycKmCd-BA&t=31s
Hilton lays on the mat like a crumbled heap, her body is in a spreadeagle position but the cowgirl doesn’t go for a pin yet as she instead decides to yank Crystal back up to her feet. She lifts the champion high up into the air in a military press position. The lighter star is way up in the sky and Jones begins to showboat a bit as she showcases doing some presses with Hilton’s body.
“High Noon” (Military Press) -
www.youtube.com/watch?v=of8g_PWuHr4&t=29
She does some more presses before she throws the champion high up into the air forcing her to drop chest and stomach first right on the mat. Hilton screams as she clutches as her front as Ariane has just started with the dishing out of pain. “Still feeling confident sugar?!”
All she gets in return is Crystal grimacing through her teeth. The Hollywood starlet crawls her way towards the ropes, the Country Cowgirl hot on her heels. As the champion pulls herself up in the corner, Jones grabs her shoulders from behind, yanks back and then drops down, spiking Crystal’s back onto the cowgirl’s knees. Crystal flops up and over Ariane, her back arching in pain as Ariane grins.
“Time to end yer reign, Sugah.”
The redhead kips up to the approval of the crowd, and in a rare display of bluster, starts marching around the ring, clapping her hands to get the audience to clap along. The crowd does so, the claps gaining momentum as Ariane places herself in the opposite corner from Crystal, who was slowly getting to her feet.
The starlet smirked.
Once on her hands and knees, Hilton surged forward like a sprinter out of their blocks towards the redhead. A look of shock momentarily flickered across Ariane’s face, before her gut was speared into the ring post behind her. The crowd “oooooohhh’ed” at the sudden reversal of the tides, as Ariane found herself stuck between the middle and top turnbuckle.
As the cowgirl tried to work herself free, Crystal lined herself up. “Time for some Flashing Lights to light up your life!”
“Flashing Lights”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eru8dIcX1v0
With efficient brutality of a high-flying technician, Crystal let loose with kick after kick into the trapped brawler’s face and chest. Being stuck between the ropes, Ariane could do nothing but take the brutal beatdown, as the audience counted along.
“Three!”
“Four!”
“Five!”
The kicks grew to ten, a bleary-eyed Ariane hanging loosely in the ropes as Crystal was panting heavily herself. The Country Cowgirl finally managed to find her legs, stumbling onto the canvas, shaking her luscious locks back and forth to rid herself of the horseshoes circling her head like vultures.
Crystal, still panting from the exertion, was already in motion. Bounding off from the far corner, Crystal took a turn, curving her way across the ring until she was sideways facing the cowgirl wrestler. With a shout, she launched into the air as high as she could. To most, it looked as if she was going to miss her target completely, overshooting onto the hard floor outside the ring!!
Unfortunately for the Black Hills Beauty, Crystal had other plans. The Beautiful One wrapped her legs tightly around Ariane’s head and twisted until her body went up and over the ropes. Jerking her body downwards, she pulled the much larger wrestler up and off her feet, flipping her up and over the ropes backwards. The redhead let out a terrified, panicked shout as she careened to the thin-mat covered floor shoulder first, before tumbling into the outside barricade.
Meanwhile, Crystal had grabbed the bottom ropes, and after releasing her quarry, had gracefully flipped to the ground near the huddled mess that was her opponent. The referee started up a ten count but Hilton knew she had more than enough time as she helps Ariane back up to her feet. She begins to contemplate her next moves as she hits Jones as hard as she can against the chest. The cowgirl lets out a loud howling scream as her girls are squashed against her chest. She instantly covered up and turned to protect her most prodigious asset, and delectable targets.
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In a reversal of events, Crystal grabbed a hold of Ariane's shoulders and fell back, knees up, impaling Ariane’s upper back and neck on her knees, before giving her neck a few good wrenches before releasing the cowgirl. Ariane leans against the barricade as the referee continues with his count.
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Crystal quickly hops onto the apron as she looks down at her foe. Without hesitation she leaps off with her knees as she collides with Jones neck smashing it right against the metal barrier. The crowd begins to go crazy as Hilton stands up and flicks her hair. The photographers quickly snap photo after photo of the starlet as she offers a grin. “How’s that for my TMZ following?!”
Hilton doesn’t hesitate to yank the lifeless Ariane and rolls her into the ring. Cassava claps for Crystal but Hilton just shrugs it off as she slides into the ring. She hovers over the cowgirl and screams for Jones to rise. Moments later Ariane is slow but eventually makes it up to her feet. It is at that moment that Hilton launches a super kick right at the head of her foe. It misses with a duck from the South Dakota native but as she ends up on the opposite side Hilton throws herself backwards with a Pele Kick that connects flushly with Ariane’s temple and causes her to stumble backwards into the corner where she takes a seat.
“Time to ride her like a cowgirl should, but I bet she is used to this!” Hilton sprints as fast as she can and throws herself onto Jones. She bounces up and down on her face, grinding her crotch right against her foe’s face. Jones, shocked and infuriated at the display shows off her power as she grabbed a hold of the starlet and lifted her up and off of her, and into a powerbomb position. Hilton tries to counter with a hurricanrana but Jones keeps a firm grip on the starlet as she lifts her all the way up into the air and drops her hard with a ring-shaking power bomb.
The Afro-Latina bounced hard on the mat. Ariane, usually quick to capitalize on a stunned and downed opponent, took a moment to rub her neck, grimacing at just the simple touch. “Dang it, girl…” she grumbled after several seconds, before bending over and grabbing a hold of both her opponent’s legs. Flipping her over to her front. Ariane hefted her bodily into the air, Crystal crying out in surprise before Jones slammed her face first into the mat.
Then a second time…
And a third…
The redhead dropped her opponent on the third try, wincing and again rubbing at her neck. She knew it was going to be sore with how much Crystal had attacked it. A good strategy on her part, but…
Ariane wasn’t going to let her finish what she’d started.
Wanting to put the champ down before she could deal any more damage with her lightning quick attacks, the Black Hills Beauty lugged Hilton to her feet, before lifting her up and onto her shoulders in an accordion rack.
“Time to play some music y’all!” The cowgirl cried out to the crowd…
…before squeezing Crystal’s legs and neck back around her so hard that the champ began to sing the song of agony that her “Honky Tonk Blues” ripped from their vocal cords.
“Honky Tonk Blues” www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1O2SYIz-Eg&t=8s
Ariane paraded the champ around in the brutal hold, alternating between squeezing her tight and letting her somewhat loose before repeating the squeeze. “Y’all gonna submit yet hon?”
“NAAAAAWWWW AHHHHHH!!!”
“Suit yerself, kid!”
Another squeeze.
Crystal’s hand began to flutter down near Ariane’s side.
And it was that moment Cassava made her move. In a fluid motion, the Buns of Mass Destruction champion was up on her feet and at the edge of the ring, cheering for her friend.
“Come on, Crystal! You can beat her! Put that lug head in her place! You’re the champion! You can beat this redhead! Send her back to the ranch for retirement!”
Ariane turned to face the comments, slightly irritated at them. “Do you want her to stay in this for longer?”
She squeezed.
Crystal screamed.
Cassava roared. “Come on Crystal! I know you can beat her! You’re ten times the talent she is! She’s only got airbags on you!”
“Hey! Leave my truck out of this!” Ariane shouted back, her grip loosening as she went for another squeeze.
Crystal’s hand continued to flutter, almost going for a tap, but at hearing Cassava’s support, her hand morphed into a fist…
…and then her elbow went smashing into the side of Ariane’s face. The unexpected attack shook Ariane slightly, the taller and larger woman jolting from the attack, before delivering a brutal, back-bending squeeze in return.
Crystal screamed, but again fought back, this time with two more elbows to the redhead’s face and neck.
Ariane winced and let out a hiss of pain.
Then a third…
And a fourth which again caught Ariane in her bruised neck, a nice black and blue mark beginning to form from the earlier hits during the match.
The fifth unanswered elbow broke Ariane’s grip as she dropped Crystal behind her, stumbling forward to rest on the ropes, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks as she rubbed and winced from the pain.
Crystal, using her luchadora days and training, slid across the rings and under the ropes where she pulled herself up. Now facing Ariane and opposite the ring from her, she grit her teeth and shouted at her opponent. “Come on! Face me you cowardly cowgirl!”
Her better instincts nowhere to be seen upon hearing the name, Ariane whirled around, stumbling forward looking for her opponent. “How dare y’all call-”
Was as far as she got before Crystal leapt up and onto the ropes, then jumped onto Ariane’s shoulders, before flipping her in the speediest hurricarana the cowgirl had ever felt and one of Crystal’s signature moves.
“Ultra Hurricarana” www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdjGjsJVTYI
Ariane found herself crying out in agony as she landed on the back of her neck, Crystal’s full weight falling atop her in a pin. The referee slid in for the count.
“One!”
“TWO!!”
THR-NNOOOOO!”
The cowgirl summoned up as much energy as she could and kicked out of the hold, surprising Crystal, who looked on in shock.
“You are not ruining my red-carpet moment like that!” she roared at the cowgirl laying on the mat who was gulping in huge breaths of air, her chest rising and falling at a frenetic and random pace. Curling a leg underneath the cowgirl turned wrestler, she then wrapped her other leg across Ariane’s left arm. Securing both arms now behind the cowgirl’s head, Crystal slithered her hands behind Jones’ neck…
…and yanked the battered country babe’s head forward hard in her Photosynthesis
“Photosynthesis ” www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Hv95cDm7Wc&t=134s
The Sheriff of FAWN was caught, screaming out in agony as her bruised and battered neck was yanked back and forth, and her arms trapped behind her. Each yank sent a destabilizing amount of agony through her body, halting any attempts at kneeing her opponent to escape the hold.
In what felt like a pain-wracked eternity, and after one particularly brutal stretch, Ariane’s right hand began slapping the mat.
“She’s tapping, let her go!”
DING DING DING!!!
Crystal released the Country Cowgirl from her grip, the redhead rolling onto her front and clasping at the back of her neck, her body trembling from the agony she’d been put through. She continued rolling until she fell off the ring apron, finally coming to a stop leaning against the outside barricade, beaten, and humbled, by the turn of events.
The Burning Rose stood, sucking in deep breaths, but delighted at the outcome. She had persevered, made it past that loss to the redhead last PPV, and emerged victorious.
“Your winner and STILL FAWN Television Champion, Crystal….HILTON!!!”
Crystal smiles as Cassava claps for her close friend and she grabs the Television Championship and walks into the ring with it. She hands it over to Crystal who grabs it but Cassava keeps a firm grip on it and they stare one another down before Hilton snatches it and places it on her shoulder. Hilton stares at her title before she glances into Cassava’s eyes and raises the title high into the air.
“Sweetheart if this is what you want?! All you need to do is ask for a shot and you got it! I mean Fawnmania seems like a good time to beat you again and take your BMD title while at it.”
Cassava grins looking high into the air with a grin.
“You are on…”
They shake each other’s hands as their eyes meet with the television championship. However, the crowd begins to boo as Eva May emerges through the crowd in street clothes and jumps onto the top rope. Hilton pushes her friend Cassava out of the way as May leaps off and connects with her diving stunner from the top rope. Hilton’s body jerks up before she crumbles onto the mat. May picks up the television championship and before the BMD champion can react May blasts Onika across the face with the title. Eva celebrates holding the title high into the air as the audience boos her loudly.
Eva May
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Ariane entered the ring, wanting a piece of the interloper to Crystal’s celebrations. The Texas native slid out of the ring and made her way down the aisle with the title. “I am the champion and nobody is getting this title back until I get my shot!”
Ariane glared at the retreating figure, before turning to check on Hilton and Cassava who were nursing their wounds, and pride, as the camera panned to a commercial break.
The announcer stood in the center of the ring, getting ready to begin.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Television Championship! Introducing first, from Rapid City, South Dakota. Standing five foot ten inches and weighing in at 150 pounds; she is your Sheriff of FAWN and your favorite Country Cowgirl…Ariane Sophie Jones!”
ARIANE JONES
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 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 turned pro wrestler slid into the ring, pushing herself up and crossing the squared circle until she hopped onto a ring post, belting out another ‘YEEHAW,’ which was returned by a chorus of fans. “Y’all know it’s my time to be your Television champion!” she bellowed, earning a roar from the crowd. 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.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVAZzh8Zih8
All of a sudden, we can see photographers lining up in front of the entrance aisle. The lights begin to flicker and a red carpet is rolled down to the ring. We can see an old-school Hollywood countdown landing on the screen.
5
4
3
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1
It is at that moment that the lights begin to go really crazy and we are able to see a blonde emerging through the curtains to the sound of massive cheers from the audience. She does a twirl and lifts the Fawn Television Championship high into the air before she holds it awkwardly behind her head before she starts to march her way to the ring. She adjusts the title and places it on her shoulder as she stops and admires the screaming crowd that is in front of her.
“Introducing on her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit Michigan. She is the Countess of Cosplay, The Hollywood Heroine, and of course the Burning Rose. Standing at 5’5 115 pounds, the Television Champion Crystal Hilton!!!”
Tonight, her attire appears to be her traditional two-piece aqua blue wrestling attire. She wears matching white and blue boots to go with the outfit.
She smirks as she slaps the hands of the roaring crowd and starts to pose for the photographers that snap photos of her. She smiles running her hands through her long hair as she speaks out loud.
“Tonight, I will keep on being the best thing on Television. I am YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!”
She blows kisses as she continues her way to the ring. She slides her championship into the ring before she jumps onto the apron. She looks around before doing a jumping split to enter the ring. This gains a massive pop from the audience. She picks up her championship off of the ground before she walks past Ariane smiling at her. She heads for a corner and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle as she raises her title high into the air.
“This won’t be like last time… Mark my words on that Dakota. I will beat you and prove that you simply got lucky in our last encounter.?!”
The two women square up in their corners as the referee pats them down. Finding nothing, the official was about to signal for the beginning of the match when another familiar musical strain lit up the arena.
Kick Punch by Adam WarRock: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXma0EkrrYQ
Cassava Onika
A pace quickening beats pours through the speakers as a short but curvaceous Black woman steps through the curtain, playfully dancing along with the nerd Hip Hop with some mock martial arts, the giant screen above her displaying a chibi anime version of the BMD champion smashing bricks and fighting generic monsters. The entire time the name CASSAVA ONIKA blazed at the top of the screen in a stylized logo. The callipygian content creator is dressed for battle in a white tank top that shows a hint of belly button, and a red bra that’s visible through the thin fabric keeping her F Cup breasts from flashing the fans as she bounces to and fro. On her wide hips were a pair of pink booty shorts that seemed painted on (and a size too small), and just above those was the wide leather strap of the BMD title, the nature and design of the belt dictated that the gold plate be showcased just above its holder’s buns. The inward curve of the center gold plate rests on Onika’s shelf of booty like it was always meant to be there. She chooses to wrestle in bare feet like her hero Kylie Sanders once did, that worship clearly bleeding into her wardrobe and choice of hair dye (blonde with pink highlights).
Still at the top of the ramp, Cassava swung her hips into a turn that puts her back to the Red, White and Bruised audience. Presenting an ass that makes LaKeisha Bates self-conscious whether she admits it or not, she performs a quick bump and grind to an appreciative and catcalling crowd. Cassava dips low and makes her cheeks clap to a suddenly roaring audience before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way.
This unplanned surprise took the announcer somewhat by surprise, though they quickly recovered.
“Well…uh…FROM PLEASANT VALLEY, IOWA… SHE STANDS FIVE FEET, TWO INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS… SHE IS THE WOMAN OF 1,000 HIP ATTACKS AND THE FIRST, CURRENT AND ONLY BUNS OF MASS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION...THIS IS CASSAVA ONIKA!!”
Cassava nodded to the announcer in the ring, though instead of sliding inside, made her way around the ring towards the announcer’s table. “I’m just here to watch you two tonight. You’ve got this Crystal!”
Ariane frowns, but keeps her professionalism about her as the Queen of Booty made her way to the extra seat near the announcer’s table while Crystal smiled at her friend. “Thank you Cassava! I’ll win this one for you!”
With the latest wrestler now in a seat near the commentator’s desk, the official motioned for both women in the ring. Both nodded, before she struck her hand down and the bell was rung!
DING DING
The bell sings loudly and Ariane walks to the center of the ring to offer Crystal a handshake. The Television Champion however isn’t in the mood for being a good sport as the sting of defeat from their last encounter is still plaguing her mind. She storms right over to Ariane and slaps her as hard as she can right in the face. Jones face snaps back as she wasn’t expecting that from the Hollywood star. “Sugar is that the type of game you want to p…”
Before she could even finish her statement Hilton tries to go for yet another slap but this time Ariane is waiting for it as she grabs a hold of Crystal’s hand and bends it backwards.
SMAACKK!!
Ariane's face went whipping the other direction from a backhanded slap from Crystal's free hand so hard, and so shockingly sudden, the redhead's grip in Crystal's hand loosened enough for the Afro-Latino to free herself and fluidly move into a judo hip toss.
Ariane crashed hard to the mat, still seeing stars from the forceful backhand. She was still cognizant enough to pay attention to her 'cowgirl sense', and rolled out of the way what otherwise would have been a brutal sitting snapmare. Both women rolled to their feet and circled one another, spying for an opening. Hilton’s game plan for this match was far different than her last encounter. For the Afro-Latina it was all about high octane offense and doing whatever was needed to win. She quickly makes another move as she runs directly at the redhead. Ariane braces herself but Crystal shocks her by doing a baseball slide right in between her legs.
She ends up on the other side of the South Dakota native and immediately begins to run to the opposite turnbuckle. She runs all the way to the top and in that split second Jones turns around. The moment she does so is the very moment that Hilton flips off of the ropes backwards with a moonsault attempt. Jones however showcases her power and ring awareness as she manages to catch the high-flying star in the middle of the air.
“PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!!” The starlet cries out as she kicks her feet about but Ariane has other plans as she shifts Hilton’s body until she is holding her behind her shoulders with Crystal’s back leaning against Jones’ back. She twirls around to stare at the camera before she jumps up dropping to her knees and forcing Hilton’s back to hit against Jones shoulders and crumble to the ground.
“Brokeback Country”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=huycKmCd-BA&t=31s
Hilton lays on the mat like a crumbled heap, her body is in a spreadeagle position but the cowgirl doesn’t go for a pin yet as she instead decides to yank Crystal back up to her feet. She lifts the champion high up into the air in a military press position. The lighter star is way up in the sky and Jones begins to showboat a bit as she showcases doing some presses with Hilton’s body.
“High Noon” (Military Press) -
www.youtube.com/watch?v=of8g_PWuHr4&t=29
She does some more presses before she throws the champion high up into the air forcing her to drop chest and stomach first right on the mat. Hilton screams as she clutches as her front as Ariane has just started with the dishing out of pain. “Still feeling confident sugar?!”
All she gets in return is Crystal grimacing through her teeth. The Hollywood starlet crawls her way towards the ropes, the Country Cowgirl hot on her heels. As the champion pulls herself up in the corner, Jones grabs her shoulders from behind, yanks back and then drops down, spiking Crystal’s back onto the cowgirl’s knees. Crystal flops up and over Ariane, her back arching in pain as Ariane grins.
“Time to end yer reign, Sugah.”
The redhead kips up to the approval of the crowd, and in a rare display of bluster, starts marching around the ring, clapping her hands to get the audience to clap along. The crowd does so, the claps gaining momentum as Ariane places herself in the opposite corner from Crystal, who was slowly getting to her feet.
The starlet smirked.
Once on her hands and knees, Hilton surged forward like a sprinter out of their blocks towards the redhead. A look of shock momentarily flickered across Ariane’s face, before her gut was speared into the ring post behind her. The crowd “oooooohhh’ed” at the sudden reversal of the tides, as Ariane found herself stuck between the middle and top turnbuckle.
As the cowgirl tried to work herself free, Crystal lined herself up. “Time for some Flashing Lights to light up your life!”
“Flashing Lights”
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With efficient brutality of a high-flying technician, Crystal let loose with kick after kick into the trapped brawler’s face and chest. Being stuck between the ropes, Ariane could do nothing but take the brutal beatdown, as the audience counted along.
“Three!”
“Four!”
“Five!”
The kicks grew to ten, a bleary-eyed Ariane hanging loosely in the ropes as Crystal was panting heavily herself. The Country Cowgirl finally managed to find her legs, stumbling onto the canvas, shaking her luscious locks back and forth to rid herself of the horseshoes circling her head like vultures.
Crystal, still panting from the exertion, was already in motion. Bounding off from the far corner, Crystal took a turn, curving her way across the ring until she was sideways facing the cowgirl wrestler. With a shout, she launched into the air as high as she could. To most, it looked as if she was going to miss her target completely, overshooting onto the hard floor outside the ring!!
Unfortunately for the Black Hills Beauty, Crystal had other plans. The Beautiful One wrapped her legs tightly around Ariane’s head and twisted until her body went up and over the ropes. Jerking her body downwards, she pulled the much larger wrestler up and off her feet, flipping her up and over the ropes backwards. The redhead let out a terrified, panicked shout as she careened to the thin-mat covered floor shoulder first, before tumbling into the outside barricade.
Meanwhile, Crystal had grabbed the bottom ropes, and after releasing her quarry, had gracefully flipped to the ground near the huddled mess that was her opponent. The referee started up a ten count but Hilton knew she had more than enough time as she helps Ariane back up to her feet. She begins to contemplate her next moves as she hits Jones as hard as she can against the chest. The cowgirl lets out a loud howling scream as her girls are squashed against her chest. She instantly covered up and turned to protect her most prodigious asset, and delectable targets.
One
Two
Three
In a reversal of events, Crystal grabbed a hold of Ariane's shoulders and fell back, knees up, impaling Ariane’s upper back and neck on her knees, before giving her neck a few good wrenches before releasing the cowgirl. Ariane leans against the barricade as the referee continues with his count.
Four
Five
Crystal quickly hops onto the apron as she looks down at her foe. Without hesitation she leaps off with her knees as she collides with Jones neck smashing it right against the metal barrier. The crowd begins to go crazy as Hilton stands up and flicks her hair. The photographers quickly snap photo after photo of the starlet as she offers a grin. “How’s that for my TMZ following?!”
Hilton doesn’t hesitate to yank the lifeless Ariane and rolls her into the ring. Cassava claps for Crystal but Hilton just shrugs it off as she slides into the ring. She hovers over the cowgirl and screams for Jones to rise. Moments later Ariane is slow but eventually makes it up to her feet. It is at that moment that Hilton launches a super kick right at the head of her foe. It misses with a duck from the South Dakota native but as she ends up on the opposite side Hilton throws herself backwards with a Pele Kick that connects flushly with Ariane’s temple and causes her to stumble backwards into the corner where she takes a seat.
“Time to ride her like a cowgirl should, but I bet she is used to this!” Hilton sprints as fast as she can and throws herself onto Jones. She bounces up and down on her face, grinding her crotch right against her foe’s face. Jones, shocked and infuriated at the display shows off her power as she grabbed a hold of the starlet and lifted her up and off of her, and into a powerbomb position. Hilton tries to counter with a hurricanrana but Jones keeps a firm grip on the starlet as she lifts her all the way up into the air and drops her hard with a ring-shaking power bomb.
The Afro-Latina bounced hard on the mat. Ariane, usually quick to capitalize on a stunned and downed opponent, took a moment to rub her neck, grimacing at just the simple touch. “Dang it, girl…” she grumbled after several seconds, before bending over and grabbing a hold of both her opponent’s legs. Flipping her over to her front. Ariane hefted her bodily into the air, Crystal crying out in surprise before Jones slammed her face first into the mat.
Then a second time…
And a third…
The redhead dropped her opponent on the third try, wincing and again rubbing at her neck. She knew it was going to be sore with how much Crystal had attacked it. A good strategy on her part, but…
Ariane wasn’t going to let her finish what she’d started.
Wanting to put the champ down before she could deal any more damage with her lightning quick attacks, the Black Hills Beauty lugged Hilton to her feet, before lifting her up and onto her shoulders in an accordion rack.
“Time to play some music y’all!” The cowgirl cried out to the crowd…
…before squeezing Crystal’s legs and neck back around her so hard that the champ began to sing the song of agony that her “Honky Tonk Blues” ripped from their vocal cords.
“Honky Tonk Blues” www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1O2SYIz-Eg&t=8s
Ariane paraded the champ around in the brutal hold, alternating between squeezing her tight and letting her somewhat loose before repeating the squeeze. “Y’all gonna submit yet hon?”
“NAAAAAWWWW AHHHHHH!!!”
“Suit yerself, kid!”
Another squeeze.
Crystal’s hand began to flutter down near Ariane’s side.
And it was that moment Cassava made her move. In a fluid motion, the Buns of Mass Destruction champion was up on her feet and at the edge of the ring, cheering for her friend.
“Come on, Crystal! You can beat her! Put that lug head in her place! You’re the champion! You can beat this redhead! Send her back to the ranch for retirement!”
Ariane turned to face the comments, slightly irritated at them. “Do you want her to stay in this for longer?”
She squeezed.
Crystal screamed.
Cassava roared. “Come on Crystal! I know you can beat her! You’re ten times the talent she is! She’s only got airbags on you!”
“Hey! Leave my truck out of this!” Ariane shouted back, her grip loosening as she went for another squeeze.
Crystal’s hand continued to flutter, almost going for a tap, but at hearing Cassava’s support, her hand morphed into a fist…
…and then her elbow went smashing into the side of Ariane’s face. The unexpected attack shook Ariane slightly, the taller and larger woman jolting from the attack, before delivering a brutal, back-bending squeeze in return.
Crystal screamed, but again fought back, this time with two more elbows to the redhead’s face and neck.
Ariane winced and let out a hiss of pain.
Then a third…
And a fourth which again caught Ariane in her bruised neck, a nice black and blue mark beginning to form from the earlier hits during the match.
The fifth unanswered elbow broke Ariane’s grip as she dropped Crystal behind her, stumbling forward to rest on the ropes, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks as she rubbed and winced from the pain.
Crystal, using her luchadora days and training, slid across the rings and under the ropes where she pulled herself up. Now facing Ariane and opposite the ring from her, she grit her teeth and shouted at her opponent. “Come on! Face me you cowardly cowgirl!”
Her better instincts nowhere to be seen upon hearing the name, Ariane whirled around, stumbling forward looking for her opponent. “How dare y’all call-”
Was as far as she got before Crystal leapt up and onto the ropes, then jumped onto Ariane’s shoulders, before flipping her in the speediest hurricarana the cowgirl had ever felt and one of Crystal’s signature moves.
“Ultra Hurricarana” www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdjGjsJVTYI
Ariane found herself crying out in agony as she landed on the back of her neck, Crystal’s full weight falling atop her in a pin. The referee slid in for the count.
“One!”
“TWO!!”
THR-NNOOOOO!”
The cowgirl summoned up as much energy as she could and kicked out of the hold, surprising Crystal, who looked on in shock.
“You are not ruining my red-carpet moment like that!” she roared at the cowgirl laying on the mat who was gulping in huge breaths of air, her chest rising and falling at a frenetic and random pace. Curling a leg underneath the cowgirl turned wrestler, she then wrapped her other leg across Ariane’s left arm. Securing both arms now behind the cowgirl’s head, Crystal slithered her hands behind Jones’ neck…
…and yanked the battered country babe’s head forward hard in her Photosynthesis
“Photosynthesis ” www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Hv95cDm7Wc&t=134s
The Sheriff of FAWN was caught, screaming out in agony as her bruised and battered neck was yanked back and forth, and her arms trapped behind her. Each yank sent a destabilizing amount of agony through her body, halting any attempts at kneeing her opponent to escape the hold.
In what felt like a pain-wracked eternity, and after one particularly brutal stretch, Ariane’s right hand began slapping the mat.
“She’s tapping, let her go!”
DING DING DING!!!
Crystal released the Country Cowgirl from her grip, the redhead rolling onto her front and clasping at the back of her neck, her body trembling from the agony she’d been put through. She continued rolling until she fell off the ring apron, finally coming to a stop leaning against the outside barricade, beaten, and humbled, by the turn of events.
The Burning Rose stood, sucking in deep breaths, but delighted at the outcome. She had persevered, made it past that loss to the redhead last PPV, and emerged victorious.
“Your winner and STILL FAWN Television Champion, Crystal….HILTON!!!”
Crystal smiles as Cassava claps for her close friend and she grabs the Television Championship and walks into the ring with it. She hands it over to Crystal who grabs it but Cassava keeps a firm grip on it and they stare one another down before Hilton snatches it and places it on her shoulder. Hilton stares at her title before she glances into Cassava’s eyes and raises the title high into the air.
“Sweetheart if this is what you want?! All you need to do is ask for a shot and you got it! I mean Fawnmania seems like a good time to beat you again and take your BMD title while at it.”
Cassava grins looking high into the air with a grin.
“You are on…”
They shake each other’s hands as their eyes meet with the television championship. However, the crowd begins to boo as Eva May emerges through the crowd in street clothes and jumps onto the top rope. Hilton pushes her friend Cassava out of the way as May leaps off and connects with her diving stunner from the top rope. Hilton’s body jerks up before she crumbles onto the mat. May picks up the television championship and before the BMD champion can react May blasts Onika across the face with the title. Eva celebrates holding the title high into the air as the audience boos her loudly.
Eva May
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Ariane entered the ring, wanting a piece of the interloper to Crystal’s celebrations. The Texas native slid out of the ring and made her way down the aisle with the title. “I am the champion and nobody is getting this title back until I get my shot!”
Ariane glared at the retreating figure, before turning to check on Hilton and Cassava who were nursing their wounds, and pride, as the camera panned to a commercial break.