Prison Yard Match: Jenny Goodale vs. Jessica Walker

The next match for the PPV was a highly anticipated rematch from the beginning of the year. A Prison Yard match was a rarity in FAWN. They were brutal, knockdown events that only happened among two people who reaaaallly didn’t like each other.

It was even rarer when a match would be refereed by another FAWN wrestler.

So fans were immediately drawn back to their seats as soon as they could after the last match had ended, so they wouldn’t miss a second of this coming rematch between the Deputy of FAWN, Jenny Goodale, and the Prisoner of FAWN, Jessica Walker, and refereed by none other than Ariane Jones, the Sheriff of FAWN.



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 as the woman they were waiting for had arrived.



“Introducing as the special guest referee of this Prison Yard Match, she is your Sheriff of FAWN, standing 5’10” and weighing in at 150lbs…Ariane Sophie Jones!”











Ariane smiled as she stood at the top of the ramp, though in very different clothing than most had seen her in before. Just like in the prior match she had officiated, she wore a pair of tight fitting, black lycra booty shorts, and a tied off top with black and white stripes. FAWN’s resident cowgirl marched down the steps with purpose, reaching the ring surrounded by the barbed wire tipped cage. She nodded to the two men standing guard before walking through the gate, where she gracefully slid in under the ropes before making her way over to the corner where the announcer was standing. Her normal, cheerful demeanor was replaced by a stoic pose.



Her best friend was in this match, and she had to make sure she would be viewed as independent as possible, no matter what happened within the cage. She nodded to the announcer, who continued with the introductions.



“The Following is a Prison Yard Match and is scheduled for one fall by knockout, submission or pin! Introducing first. She is your FAWN Deputy, standing at 5ft nothing and weighing 110lbs…Jenny “The Gymnast Deputy” Goodale!”



“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”



“Ballroom Blitz” www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPQPdYttl7U



The guitar riffs of Sweet’s “Ballroom Blitz”s chorus sounded out across the arena, signaling the debut match for new Deputy of FAWN. The song got the crowd on their feet, as the latest signee from ANDW, a former Young Olympic gymnast medal winner turned professional wrestler, appeared at the top of the ramp.







“Jenny Goodale”









A short, curvy blonde appeared at the top of the ramp, her short wavy hair bouncing as she hopped in place from foot to foot, decked out in MMA-style dark blue shorts and a low-cut, police uniform-esque matching top. It was the same outfit she had worn earlier at the photoshoot, her cop attire fitting considering the match type.



After a few bounces, which the crowd appreciated thanks to her low cut top and modest chest, she did a standing backflip, landing in a superhero pose, before bolting down the ramp as quick as a flash, alternating into a series of back flips, ending with a gymnastic 360 spin, landing in a superhero pose with one hand out. She grinned at the crowd, waving at a few before reaching the two guards at the door to the cage.



“Thank you, Craig, Reginald,” she said to the two refs turned ‘prison guards’ for the match. The two nodded and smiled as Jenny crossed the threshold into the cage. Hopping back and forth on her feet, she leapt up onto the ring apron, before doing another impressive standing front flip over the top rope, rolling to a stop in the center of the ring. She settled down as her music wound down itself, before heading to the far corner to await her opponent.



After a few moments, the speaker crackles back to life. “And her opponent! … from Baltimore, Maryland… standing foot-seven inches tall and weighing one-hundred and forty-eight pounds…” There is a notable pause as if the announcer is taken aback a moment, but it’s only for a moment before he gamely continues. “THE PRISONER, JESSICA WALKER!”





“Jessica Walker”







The curtains don’t so much as part as a figure simply walks through them without a care to move them. The woman standing there is a sturdy, curvy woman with lightly tanned skin and intense dark eyes. Though starkly beautiful, with long, slightly wavy black hair, her attire is strange and only raises questions.



What had once clearly been an orange prison jumpsuit has been cut apart and tailored into a two-piece affair, the top a tied-off crop-top that shows off both generous cleavage and a taut stomach and the bottoms a loose pair of shorts. Both the sleeves and legs have been rolled up to show off smooth, sturdy arms and thick legs, as well as the hint of a lacy black bra and panties. Shiny black wrestling boots that reach right past her ankles round out her gear, as well as the taped wrists and fingers.



That is all strange enough, but then there are the long chain handcuffs and ankle manacles.



Some FAWNatics can only gape, though many now know the name ‘Jessica Walker’ and they know her accomplishments in the ring in what seems like a lifetime ago, as well as what had happened just a few months ago. Most of all, though, they know of the Incident when the woman standing before them killed a wrestler right in the middle of the squared circle.



If the talking, the stares, the gasps, and the boo’s affect Jessica, she gives no indication. Instead, her piercing gaze is locked on Jenny as the petite blonde waits in her corner. The chains jingle as Walker starts forward down the ramp, and the few fans brave enough to reach out to the former fan favorite to try to reconnect are blatantly ignored. By the time Walker hits ringside, the mutterings turn into misgivings, for it’s clear that the Jessica Walker anyone remembered from the ring isn’t the woman before them.



The procession reached the entrance to the cage, where one of the officers bent down to remove the manacles from her legs, then her arms. The pat down began, all the while Jessica simply stared ahead towards her opponent.



Jenny and Jessica glared daggers at each other as Jessica entered the ring. Jenny took a step forward, before her view was blocked by black, white and red.



“Now I want as orderly and clean a fight in here between y’all as possible,” Ariane stated in an authoritative voice, passing glances between both women. “I think this is a prison yard match, and I know, Jenny, that you want to rip Jessica in half…”



“Like she could break a twig,” Jessica laughed. “So, cowslut. You ready to count out your weak-ass deputy as I break her a second time for good?”



Ariane glowered at Jessica. “Be as brutal as you want to be.”



“Already planning on that, bit-“



“I was talking to Jenny,” Ariane interrupted, temporarily shutting Jessica up as the brunette was slightly slack-jawed, before clamming her lips shut, pursing them tight.



“Now Jenny may be my deputy, however, I will be honest in my refereeing. You will see no favoritism from me.



“Ha!”



Ariane ignored the scoff and continued. “Now, anything you’d too like to say to each other before one or both are eating through straws for the next month?”



“Yeah,” Jessica said with a grin. “Don’t stop me this time when I break her for good. And after I break her body and spirit, I’m coming for you next, bitch.”



Ariane rolled her eyes. “Enlightening. You have something to say, Jenny?” Without a moment’s hesitation, Ariane reached into a hidden pocket of her shorts and pulled out a pair of ear plugs.



“You’re damn right I’ve got something to say to this FUC-“



The stadium went completely silent for Ariane, who simply alternated glancing between the two women. Either without the earplugs, the whole FAWNatorium had gone quiet…



“…PIGSLUT THAT’S GONNA EAT SH-“



Ariane nodded along as she watched the color drain from the announcer’s face.



At Disneyworld…



“Please turn it up, I don’t want to miss this,” Victoria said to Danica, looking at the phone screen her friend held in her hand. Danica rolled her eyes as they sat on a park bench next to a garden at Disneyworld, turning up the volume on her phone.



“…TO THIS ARROGANT COCKSUKING JACKA-“



To her credit, it took ten full seconds of listening to Jenny for Victoria’s face to fully drain of color. Danica gaped wide, before handing the phone over to a stunned Vic so she could cover her friend’s ear. The churro Vic held dropping to the ground as nearby patrons listening in gasped.



To the backroom of FAWN



Bethany Christian was watching breathlessly as the rant continued.



“-UMWIPER OF A WHORE AND A MAN-“



She pressed her intercom quickly. “The rating for this show…could we please up it, really quick? Thank you…”



Back to the ring



“-WHORE FOR A FACE WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU!”



Jenny stood there with a manic look in her eyes, before cracking her knuckles. Ariane took that as her cue to remove her earplugs. “Glad to have that out, Jenny?”



“Fuck ya!” the blonde said. “Now ring the damn bell!”



Ariane looked towards Jessica. “Are you ready?”



Stunned silence.



“I take that as a yes. Announcer, let’s begin.”



The announcer quickly left the cage, locking it behind them as Ariane motioned to the announcer’s table.



DING!



After that match it would be said nobody was sure of what happened after the bell rung. Was it Jenny’s tirade that shocked the prisoner? Or was it the pure violence in the ring that happened? But one thing was for certain.



Jenny was out for blood and was going to get it.



The former gymnast shot out of her corner like a bat out of hell towards Hell’s siren standing opposite her. Jessica had barely two seconds to figure what to do about the pint sized bullet heading her way before two muscular legs wrapped themselves around her neck and then threw her to the mat in a viciously quick hurricarana. The brutal brawler landed hard on her back, to her credit, only wincing slightly. She was just sitting up when two boots slammed into her chest, slamming her back down to the mat and knocking the breath right out of her.



Jenny smiled as she landed the double boot stomp onto Jessica after hopping up quickly after the hurricarana. She hopped up off the stomp then switched to landing an elbow onto her opponent’s already bruised sternum. Satisfied at the brutality, Jenny hefted one of Jessica’s legs for a quick pin.



Ariane was quick to slide in and with a measured hand slapped the mat.



“One!”



Kickout even before her hand raised off the mat.



Jenny rolled off of Jessica, not phased in the slightest as the pin was more for shocking the ex-con rather than to win the match. With a lightness of foot she was grace with in her gymnast days, Jenny kipped up to her feet and used the momentum to rush the ropes, managing a front rolling senton just in time as Jessica was sitting up a second time. The five feet of fury nailed the senton, smashing her back to the mat a third time within the first minute of the match.



Rolling up and over the again-prone Jessica, Jenny ran the ropes over her opponent, leapt over the barely waking up Jessica to run the opposite ropes for full momentum. Barreling off the ropes, she went for a second senton to smash Jessica.



But Jessica was ready!



Tired of getting laid out, Jessica kipped up after Jenny hopped over her, and as the deputy went for a second senton, was caught upside down by the ex-con.



“You fucked around, time to find out!” Jessica snarled, tightening her hold on Jenny, who was upside down and now in the perfect package piledriver position.



Jessica gleefully jumped up into the air to gain even more momentum, before slamming Jenny’s head forcefully into the mat! The ring shook with the impact, Jenny being sprawled out onto the mat with a dazed look on her face as Jessica heft one leg for a pin.



Again, Ariane dutifully slid into position and slapped the mat.



“One!”



Jessica released the hold. “See, I can play those mind games too, shithead.”



Grabbing hold of the blonde by her short hair, Jessica lobbed some punches into Jenny’s face. One…two…three…four…before Jessica finally wrenched the blonde up to her feet. Without releasing her grip, Jessica shot Jenny towards the ropes, bouncing her off them before landing a brutal knee into the gymnast’s gut! Jenny howled out in pain, clutching her stomach as she was led to the other side of the ring, being swung into the ropes a second time to receive a second slamming into her stomach, this time lifting her right off her feet.



The only thing keeping her from slamming the ground was the grip on her hair. But Jessica was a kind soul, and, knowing Jenny’s desires to be freed, denied such a request. Grabbing a hold of Jenny’s hair with both hands, Jessica began landing knee after knee into the gold medalist’s face.



“Off the hair, Jessica!” Ariane ordered.



“Fuck off, bitch.”



“Last warning,” Ariane growled.



Jessica grumbled, landed one more knee as she released Jenny’s hair, launching the smaller wrestler up and onto her back, seeing stars. A normal wrestler would have walked around their opponent to pick them up, however, Jessica wasn’t your normal opponent.



With a sadistic smile, Jessica walked right across Jenny’s prone form, making sure to stomp hard between Jenny’s legs, bringing a howl of agony from the shortstack, one quickly silenced as Jessica stomped onto her stomach, chest, and finally her face.



Jenny was left a whimpering mess as the menace of FAWN flipped her onto her stomach, then once more tromped across her until she stood over her. Grabbing both the gymnast’s arms, she wrenched back while placing a heavy boot against her spine.



“Ask your friend if she wants to end her torture.”



Ariane leaned over. “Jenny, do you submit?”



Jenny shook her head.



Jessica wrenched back again. “Ask her again!”



“Jenny…do you give?”



Jenny laughed.



“Jokes on you,” she giggled. “I’m double jointed. This just tickles!”



Jessica’s eyes widened, then narrowed into dangerous slits as she released the arms and stomped down hard on Jenny’s spine! “Pint sized twerp!” Grabbing a hold of Jenny’s hair once again, with a growl from Ariane warning her, Jessica hefted Jenny to her feet.



“You’re gonna regre---ooooo….”



An elbow to her crotch silenced whatever insult she was about to hurl.



A grinning Jenny rose, hobbling slightly from her own low blow stomp from earlier. “Payback’s a bitch ain’t it.”



Jessica responded with a wide angled sucker punch to Jenny’s temple, laying the blonde out underneath her.



The blow frazzled the Deputy, but didn’t take her out of the match quite yet. Bundling up her legs, Jenny launched a flurry of small, yet brutally effective punt-kicks into Jessica’s stomach. The taller wrestler gasped, reaching forward to clutching the ropes as the kicks continued to land like mini-jackhammers. A final flourish of fluctuating flicks finished the brutality, as Jenny rolled out from underneath a now slumping ex-con.



The blonde Deputy stumbled to her feet, her nether’s still feeling the pain from earlier, and her jaw feeling slightly out of tilt. Spotting her opponent starting to pull herself up from the ropes, Jenny made her way to the nearest corner, hopping onto the turnbuckle with a little less grace than usual.



Turning to face Jessica, she waited for the taller wrestler to move off the ropes and the second she did, she leapt!!



Jessica looked up to see two knees slamming into her face, once again slamming her into the mat. Jenny rode her to the ground, making sure the impact left the most pain possible before rolling off and to the side.



Getting up quickly, Jenny did an acrobatic side-summi to get parallel with her opponent, before jumping forward to land a brutal double knee strike onto her opponent’s gut, rolling forward, before doing a backflip knee strike to repeat the move in Jenny’s signature move, “Golden Touch”.



“Golden Touch” - www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9qzHo0qBMc



Already laying atop her opponent, it was easy for her to lift a leg to go for a pin. Ariane was quick to slide in for a count.



“One!”



“Two!!”



KICKOUT!!



Grumbling in frustration, Jenny rolled to her feet, stumbling slightly as Jessica began slowly getting to her own feet. Judging her own position in the ring, Jenny backflipped towards the further away corner, before pushing off the mat in a powerful backflip, landing in a crouch on the top of the turnbuckle.



“You’re lucky you didn’t spear yourself like last time you tried that, Jenny!” Ariane grouched.



“Shut up!” Jenny grumbled back, as Jessica began stumbling towards Jenny, a fire lit in her eyes.



Before anyone could guess what Jenny was about to do, the former gold medalist in the Young Olympic Games leapt off her perch, performing a beautiful 360 spin before stretching out and slamming her feet directly into Jessica’s awaiting face in her new finisher called, “Chusovitina”.



“Chusovitina”- www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlZA9fkBTXU



Jenny rolled again to her feet before scrambling over to haul up a leg for another pin attempt.



“One!” Ariane counted, slapping the mat.



“Two!!”



“THR----No! Kickout! Only two!!”



Jenny grumbled as Jessica lifted a shoulder off the mat. “I thought that would do it.” She sat next to a gasping Jessica, pondering what to do next. She didn’t have much time to think as a familiar wrenching of her hair pulled her from her thoughts.



Grabbing the hands clutching her blonde locks, Jenny was again hauled to her feet before being blasted down onto her back with a hair snapmare. Jessica landed several elbows into Jenny’s collarbone, one after another, until she earned a yelp from her smaller opponent. Smiling, the ex-con yanked the former gymnast up by her hair, before throwing her across the ring. Jenny bounced across the ring, grabbing at her scalp and letting out a sob while grimacing.



Jessica smiled, letting a handful of hair drop and float to the floor. “I wonder how you’d look bald…” Stomping over to the Deputy, who was crawling towards a corner. Grabbing her by the back of her top, Jessica hauled her up before launching her onto her shoulders, then grabbing a hold of Jenny between her thighs.



“You’re double jointed right?” Jessica snarled, holding the gymnast in an accordion rack. “Then try this out for fun!”



And with that, Jessica snapped Jenny in half, or as well as she could with the grip on her hair and inner thigh could allow her to. Jenny whimpered out in pain as her neck was cranked back hard again and again, the ex-con parading the blonde around the ring while wrenching her violently.



“Fu….FUUUUUUUUUuuuuuu….” Jenny finally screamed, before taking a free hand to the brunette’s ear and twisting it hard.



Jessica winced, her body leaning in that direction to relieve the pressure from her ear, and her grip temporarily loosening from her victim. With a bit of a wiggle, Jenny slipped out and over the ex-con’s shoulders, before shoving her forward into a corner. Wincing from the pain in her neck, Jenny rushed forward to body check the much larger wrestler’s back, before turning, grabbing her neck, and rushing forward into a reverse bulldog!



Jessica thundered to the mat, but was up in a flash as Jenny kipped up herself, though facing the wrong way. Jessica scrambled forward and grabbed a hold of Jenny’s legs, flipping the girl onto her face as she tightened a grip on her gams.



“The bitches in prison told me to swing for the fences. You’ll have to do.”



“Big Swing” - www.youtube.com/watch?v=6v8Ky-7BR9M



Jessica began swinging Jenny around and around, the smaller, younger woman flailing madly in an attempt to gain purchase with anything to halt the momentum; eventually just holding onto her head as best she could. As the swing intensified, Jessica added some vertical movement, until with a loud “RAAWWGH!” pulled Jenny as high up as she could before slamming and dragging her face first across the mat,



Even Ariane winced in pain at the brutal move. Jenny cried out, flipping onto her back as she held her face in her hands, a magnificent mat burn now covering her left cheek and nose.



“That’s an improvement,” Jessica said with a grin, before marching towards Jenny and hoisting her into the air, then tossing her back first again to the mat. Another anquish cry rent from Jenny’s lips as Jessica rolled up both of Jenny’s legs for a pin, leaning over her menacingly with a Cheshire girn.



Doing her duty, Ariane sped over to begin the count.



“One!”



“Two..!”



“THre-noooo!” Kickout!



The college gymnast managed to get a shoulder up at the last possible second, surviving the count! Enraged, Jessica just picked her up and ran at the nearest corner, bucklebombing the poor blonde into it! The former Olympian slammed into the turnbuckle, but to her credit, didn’t slump to the ground. She held herself up somehow, as she trembled trying to push herself up into a standing position.



Meanwhile, Jessica had whirled on Ariane, getting right into the redhead’s face. “That was a fucking three count you bitch!”



“It was a two,” the referee replied coldly, folding her arms under her chest. “And a fast two at that if you didn’t notice.”



Jessica growled, slamming her hands forward, shoving the Cowgirl back several steps. Ariane’s arms were immediately at her side, though she somehow refrained herself from attacking. “That’s….” she breathed deep, calming herself. “That’s a warning. You do that again, you’re disqualified.”



Gritting her teeth, the former inmate settled for spitting on Ariane’s face before turning around to face her opponent in the corner…



Only to spot her nearly right above her, halo’ed by the arena lights as her foot came down to stomp directly onto her face in her new finisher she called, “Beautiful Brutality”.



“Beautiful Brutality” - youtu.be/vnZ2V91uxwk?si=OCL_EAl386YpBZ-0&t=48

A one foot stomp wasn’t enough though. As her first foot connected, the lithe gymnast shot her second foot down, smashing into Jessica’s face at full speed. Jessica barely had time to register she was falling backwards before she slammed onto the mat.



She blinked, just as the Fallen Angel above her landing on her chest full force with a third, beautifully brutal, double stomp.



The blow slammed into Jessica so hard, her legs and arms flailed upward as she wheezed out a heavy gasp. As if to add an exclamation to the move, Jenny leapt right off the woman, somersaulting in the air before landing butt first onto Jessica’s chest, her arms reaching back to hold up the larger woman’s legs in a pin as Jenny kneeled over her opponent, glaring straight into glossy eyes.



Ariane slid into position.



“One!”



…



“Two..!!”



…



…



“Three!!!”



DINGDINGDING



The crowd erupted into cheers as the bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Jenny rolled off of Jessica’s lap, letting Jessica’s legs drop as she sat for a while, panting heavily.



“You did good kid.”



She looked up to see Ariane offering her a hand up. “Thanks Ari. And…thank you for making that five count at the end.”



Ariane grinned. “Oh, were you counting?”



Taking the offered hand, Jenny stood, raising her other free hand into the air as Ariane announced her as the winner, but not before giving her a massive, cowgirl sized hug.



“So proud of ya, Jenny.”



Finishing the hug to the roar of the crowd, Ariane raised up her best friend’s hand.



“And your winner of the match,” she began, to raucous applause. “Your FAWN Deputy…Jenny….GOODAL-“



“Shut the hell up!”



All attention turned to the ramp, where an enraged woman was standing in what looked like a very near copy of what Jenny Goodale was wearing in the ring, albeit with a trench coat adorning her curvaceous frame.



“Stephanie Rocker”





“Ariane Jones, the fake Sheriff of FAWN…you’re under arrest!”



The FAWNatorium burst into noise as FAWNatics went abuzz at the statement. The Sarge ignored them shaking her honey blonde locks once as she pulled out a baton from a duty belt hung slack across her waist and began marching down the ramp towards her quarry. The officials, not knowing what else to do, unlocked the cage, as Ariane and Jenny walked towards the now open door to meet this woman walking towards them, while leaving a still dazed and out Jessica Walker laying prostrate in the ring.



“And what is this about?” Ariane asked as she met Stephanie at the entrance to the cage.



Rocker huffed, poking her baton into Ariane’s stomach. “For impersonating an officer, stealing my position, being a general nuisance, and failing in your duties as a referee.”



Both women exiting the ring rolled their eyes. “Look,” Ariane began, before getting cut off by another poke of the baton.



“Nuhuh,” Stephanie said, cutting the redhead off. “I’m taking you in, and taking you down right now, so get your impersonating rear into gear and back into that ring!”



The audience roared, not so much because they supported Stephanie’s declarations, but at the thought of another match happening at FAWNmania.



Ariane grimaced. “Sorry to disappoint ya, but I’m still out on medical after last month’s PPV. Can’t wrestle for another week, otherwise I’d kick yer sorry behind from here to wherever you came from.”



A set of handcuffs was whipped out from somewhere on Stephanie’s person. “Then I guess you just have to wait in FAWN’s jail until then!”



Ariane scowled, taking two steps forward until she was standing chest to face with the much shorter wrestler, who audibly gulped, nearly dropping the handcuffs as she had to look up at the destroyer class wrestler to see into her fuming eyes. “You’ve got yourself a match, and you can wait until next month to get your beating that you deserve.”



Ariane chest bumped Stephanie, causing the much smaller woman to stumble backwards, before leaning down to glare straight into her eyes. “I don’t know why you want this so badly, but if you’re so keen on this beating, just schedule your hospital room now.”



Bullying her way past, mainly through, Stephanie, Ariane marched up the ramp, Jenny at her side. “You sure your neck is okay for this match next month?” Jenny asked as behind them, Stephanie made her way into the ring, walking up to and kneeling next to a still laid out Jessica Walker.



“It will be fine for the thirty seconds I need to lay her out,” Ariane grumbled. The blonde and redhead retreated past the curtain as the lights dimmed over the arena, leaving Stephanie smiling in the dark.



“This will be fun.”