Jenna vs Ramona ft. Guest referee Lakelynn

[Lucia the dominant]

The tensions were high in the locker room as Jenna was just finishing getting ready for her match. She was pulling on her tight denim blue jeans, the denim fabric stretching to pull around her peach shaped bussom hugging it nicely. She then slid her cowgirl boots on and clicked her heels togeather before putting on her cowgirl hat on and making her way to towards the ramp for her entrance. Image

Jenna made her way out to the ramp. She placed one hand on her belt buckle and one on her hat and tipped it in fasion as she put one leg over the rope before performing her signiture bull ride on the rope acting like she was riding it while twirling rope and shaking her ass before climbing into the ring. Jenna placed her hat in the corner awaiting her opponents arrival. "This is gonna be a piece of cake" Jenna giggled to herself.

[HotWheels]

Ramona Royale didn't need to give a speech to her most energetic stablemate this time.

They stood in a relatively empty gorilla position, watching from behind the curtain as Jenna Barns made her way down the ramp toward the empty ring. No crowd tonight. Just cameras - perched at every angle, ready to capture this match for LAW's online content and upcoming advertisements. Suspicious eyes would not be watching them. Perfect for what Ramona and her girls had planned.

She glanced sideways at Lakelynn, who was practically vibrating with anticipation. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. Then, slowly, Ramona's lips curled into a sinister smile. Lakelynn's grin matched hers a second later.

"This is gonna be so good," Lakelynn whispered, unable to keep the glee out of her voice.

Ramona didn't respond. She didn't need to. The look said everything.

Lakelynn adjusted the black-and-white striped top she was wearing - sultry, form-fitting, and definitely not standard LAW referee attire. The shorts were short, the top was tight, and the whole ensemble screamed "distraction" more than "official." It had taken some convincing, some negotiation, maybe a few well-placed words to the right people, but Ramona had made it happen. LAW didn't have a referee to spare for this crowdless match because of a little bug going through the locker room, so Lakelynn would be making the calls.

Her accomplice. Her ally. Her insurance policy.

Bambi, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, let out a dramatic sigh. "I wish I could have a match this stacked in my favor."

Ramona shot her a flat look. "Wait your turn."

Bambi shrugged, clearly unbothered, and went back to scrolling on her phone.

Ramona turned her attention back to the monitor. Jenna was in the ring now, stretching, preparing. Confident. Focused. Completely unaware of what was about to happen. Perfect.

"Let's go," Ramona said quietly.

Lakelynn didn't need to be told twice. She jogged out first, looking every bit the part of a good, dedicated referee... except she waved at the cameras, struck a pose, then slid into the ring. Ramona sighed. She waited a beat, then stepped through the curtain.

Her entrance music played, low and menacing, echoing through the empty arena. Without a crowd to play to, she kept it abbreviated - no pausing for photos, no long walk down the ramp. But she made sure the cameras caught everything. The deliberate stride, the exquisite face card, the shapely legs.

She climbed the steps slowly, stepping through the ropes with practiced ease. Her eyes found Lakelynn first - still playing her role, standing near the corner with her hands clasped behind her back like a proper referee. Their gazes met for just a second, and Ramona caught the barely-suppressed smirk on her face.

Then Ramona turned her attention to Jenna. She crossed the ring, closing the distance between them, and extended a hand.

"Good luck," she said, her tone smooth, professional, almost friendly. "I hope we have a great match."

Her expression was sincere. Her body language was relaxed. She even managed a small, polite smile. It was good acting. Really good acting - her specialty.

Spoiler

[Lucia the dominant]

The cowgirl finished her entrance to what seemed to be an empty ring with camera's strung about as she settled her way into her corner. "Huh I wonder jist how many people are gonna be able to see me crush this tramp" Jenna muttered to herself in a cocky manner as she noticed a very energetic woman dressed in a.... not so freindly referee attire.

Jenna looked confused as the woman posed for the camera's before entering the ring. Jenna's eyes fixated on the woman for a moment trying to figure out who she was. But then a rather tough looking woman with a shapely fit body made her way out and down the ramp. Jenna then realized this must be her opponent as the other girls locked eyes seemingly telapathicly planning something but Jenna was unsure. The woman then locked eyes with the cowgirl as she closed the gap between them sticking out a hand for a shake. At first Jenna almost let put a smirk thinking she could use this moment to get a quick suprise start on her opponent. However was wanting to see how this would go as the cowgirl arrogantly stuck her hand out not being able to read her opponents fairly calm demeanor attempting to accept the handshake.