Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2023 14:57:50 GMT
“Looking good you two! Now hold up those cuffs a little higher…yes! Perfect!”
The photographer snapped several more pictures that would be scrutinized by FAWN management to be used in post-PPV materials and magazines. FAWNmania was as big as they came each year, and the match that one of the ladies posing would be in, was going to be a banger.
“So, why are we twirling handcuffs on our fingers again?”
Ariane Jones
“Oh hush, Ariane. Just think of you putting Cimar in those after you referee me beating the crap out of Walker.”
Jenny Goodale:
The redhead blushed profusely, accidentally dropping the handcuffs she was twirling with one finger for the cameras.
“Not again…Ms Jones, please stop dropping the props!”
“Sorry! Sorry!” the redhead bent over and grabbed the cuffs off the ground, but not before sending eye-daggers at her friend, Jenny, who was trying her best to stifle a giggle. The Sheriff of FAWN and her Deputy, had been at this photoshoot for a while now. Both were dressed as ‘sexy cops’ due to Jenny being in the “Prison Yard Rematch” coming up at the PPV later that night. With Ariane being the referee, after showing she could be a fair and unbiased one by refereeing a prior match, Bethany had decided that both ‘law officers’ should be involved in this shoot.
Which meant blue booty shorts, sexy tied off top with badges, oversized sunglasses, and the whole nine yards on duty belts.
At least they hadn’t made them wear those skirts like they’d shown them in the dressing room beforehand. Ariane had IMMEDIATELY put that suggestion down after seeing the barely-there skirts and thong combos. Even Jenny had balked at the design, and with both women protesting vigorously, booty shorts were decided instead. It was a long and tiring shoot but a good time, aside from the unexplained, angry young lady walking in and throwing some catering at Jones before storming off. What was that about?”
“Think we will have to do this much longer?” Ariane asked, faking a smile as the photographer motioned for them to stand back to back with their batons out.
“Hope not,” Jenny growled back under her breath.
“Good, my neck is killing me.”
Jenny winced internally. It had been a month since Ariane’s brutal match against the Television champion, Crystal, in which the afro-latina had the strategy to target Ariane’s neck, and did so with ruthless efficiency. A few days later, in a different match, the cowgirl had been DDT’ed onto a steel chair twice, furthering the injury. A battle royale a few days later had her neck twitching, and a doctor had ordered her to wear a neck brace for two weeks.
The redhead had called it ‘a cone of shame’. She’d worn it, but her neck still was giving her issues.
“Okay, beautiful! Beautiful! Thank you, both of you! This was a splendid time spent with you both!”
Both the blonde and redhead breathed out a sigh of relief, instantly letting their shoulders sag as they moved off the set and towards a pair of seats. Ariane slumped into the chair, while Jenny went around behind her and rubbed her friend’s neck. “At least you only have to worry about refereeing the match tonight. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?”
Ariane nodded. “Just be careful in there. I can’t come in and lasso you out of trouble like last time.” The redhead bit off a retort from Jenny. “Ah, I know we’ve been training and you’ve got some new moves, but still, Walker is a nutjob that even a squirrel wouldn’t touch.”
“Speaking of nutjobs…” Jenny replied, noticing a woman watching them from near the catering table. “To your left at the back of the room. Remember that gal that threw the donut at you earlier during the photoshoot? The one dressed exactly like us? She’s glaring at you again.”
“Oh?”
Ariane looked up, trying to find the women, eventually spotting her. Well, at least spotting the woman’s two middle fingers being waved in front of her face. “Oh…her.” The gal in question put down her fingers, before turning and storming off. “Do y’all know who she is?”
“Nope,” Jenny replied. “Just that she’s dressed just like us, which either means she’s a fan, crazy, or somebody in FAWN we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. Leaning towards the crazy. She had good aim though. Sent it straight between your boobs. I imagine it’s hard to flick a maple bar like that with that precision…”
Ariane shook her head, trying to get that embarrassing memory out of her mind. “Well, at least she’s gone now. Hopefully for good.”
Unbeknownst to the two women now idly chatting about the day’s events, the women in question was glaring at them from around a corner.
“Nobody takes my spot!” she growled… “Nobody!”
The photographer snapped several more pictures that would be scrutinized by FAWN management to be used in post-PPV materials and magazines. FAWNmania was as big as they came each year, and the match that one of the ladies posing would be in, was going to be a banger.
“So, why are we twirling handcuffs on our fingers again?”
Ariane Jones
“Oh hush, Ariane. Just think of you putting Cimar in those after you referee me beating the crap out of Walker.”
Jenny Goodale:
The redhead blushed profusely, accidentally dropping the handcuffs she was twirling with one finger for the cameras.
“Not again…Ms Jones, please stop dropping the props!”
“Sorry! Sorry!” the redhead bent over and grabbed the cuffs off the ground, but not before sending eye-daggers at her friend, Jenny, who was trying her best to stifle a giggle. The Sheriff of FAWN and her Deputy, had been at this photoshoot for a while now. Both were dressed as ‘sexy cops’ due to Jenny being in the “Prison Yard Rematch” coming up at the PPV later that night. With Ariane being the referee, after showing she could be a fair and unbiased one by refereeing a prior match, Bethany had decided that both ‘law officers’ should be involved in this shoot.
Which meant blue booty shorts, sexy tied off top with badges, oversized sunglasses, and the whole nine yards on duty belts.
At least they hadn’t made them wear those skirts like they’d shown them in the dressing room beforehand. Ariane had IMMEDIATELY put that suggestion down after seeing the barely-there skirts and thong combos. Even Jenny had balked at the design, and with both women protesting vigorously, booty shorts were decided instead. It was a long and tiring shoot but a good time, aside from the unexplained, angry young lady walking in and throwing some catering at Jones before storming off. What was that about?”
“Think we will have to do this much longer?” Ariane asked, faking a smile as the photographer motioned for them to stand back to back with their batons out.
“Hope not,” Jenny growled back under her breath.
“Good, my neck is killing me.”
Jenny winced internally. It had been a month since Ariane’s brutal match against the Television champion, Crystal, in which the afro-latina had the strategy to target Ariane’s neck, and did so with ruthless efficiency. A few days later, in a different match, the cowgirl had been DDT’ed onto a steel chair twice, furthering the injury. A battle royale a few days later had her neck twitching, and a doctor had ordered her to wear a neck brace for two weeks.
The redhead had called it ‘a cone of shame’. She’d worn it, but her neck still was giving her issues.
“Okay, beautiful! Beautiful! Thank you, both of you! This was a splendid time spent with you both!”
Both the blonde and redhead breathed out a sigh of relief, instantly letting their shoulders sag as they moved off the set and towards a pair of seats. Ariane slumped into the chair, while Jenny went around behind her and rubbed her friend’s neck. “At least you only have to worry about refereeing the match tonight. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?”
Ariane nodded. “Just be careful in there. I can’t come in and lasso you out of trouble like last time.” The redhead bit off a retort from Jenny. “Ah, I know we’ve been training and you’ve got some new moves, but still, Walker is a nutjob that even a squirrel wouldn’t touch.”
“Speaking of nutjobs…” Jenny replied, noticing a woman watching them from near the catering table. “To your left at the back of the room. Remember that gal that threw the donut at you earlier during the photoshoot? The one dressed exactly like us? She’s glaring at you again.”
“Oh?”
Ariane looked up, trying to find the women, eventually spotting her. Well, at least spotting the woman’s two middle fingers being waved in front of her face. “Oh…her.” The gal in question put down her fingers, before turning and storming off. “Do y’all know who she is?”
“Nope,” Jenny replied. “Just that she’s dressed just like us, which either means she’s a fan, crazy, or somebody in FAWN we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. Leaning towards the crazy. She had good aim though. Sent it straight between your boobs. I imagine it’s hard to flick a maple bar like that with that precision…”
Ariane shook her head, trying to get that embarrassing memory out of her mind. “Well, at least she’s gone now. Hopefully for good.”
Unbeknownst to the two women now idly chatting about the day’s events, the women in question was glaring at them from around a corner.
“Nobody takes my spot!” she growled… “Nobody!”