What's best for business

As Georgia walked to the shower, she was treated to words of praise from the other wrestlers as she passed them. Normally they would regard her with cold indifference as they saw her as an outsider disrespecting their profession by coming in and competing without having been properly trained. After the masterful performance she put in, all of the scorn they had for the mare was cast side. As far as they were all concerned, Georgia was the real deal.

As the mare basked in their praise, one of the veteran wrestlers walked up to her and gave her rear a hardy smack. Georgia gasped in surprise and looked behind her to see an enormous rhino woman staring down at her with a wide smile. "Good job, newbies. Ya'll made us a lotta money tonight"

"That right?" Georgia asked with an snorted, annoyed at the rhino for startling her. "How do ya figure that? I wasn't even on the marquee and the tickets were already sold up before my match"

"Yeah, but you still tore the house down. By the time the next show rolls around, that audience is gonna double from world'a mouth" the rhino explained before patting Georgia on the shoulder. "Keep up the good work, kid. You're gonna go places, let me tell ya"

Georgia rolled her eyes and stepped away from the older wrestler. She might've won the respect of the locker room but the feeling was not at all reciprocated. She cared nothing for this sport or the people who dabbled in it. To her, it was just a way to kill time as she waited for Vivian to call her up for another heist job.

She sighed in content as she stepped through the locker room and into the showers. She reached back and grabbed Texas's still dangling legs, giving them a good yank to pull the weasel free. It took a few tugs to pull her out, a visible miasma of funk lingering around her mangled body.

"Woo wee!" Georgia chuckled as she fanned the stink from her nostrils. "Damn, I really should get around to washing that singlet..."

She ignored Texas's whimpering as she peeled her attire off, her exposed drenched in sweat from the work she'd put in during their match. She turned the water on and was about to step forward when a thought stopped her mid stride. She looked down at the battered, sweat drenched, stinky weasel and smirked cruelly. After everything she put Texas through, she was confident that no amount of showers or baths would remove the smell of sweaty horse ass from her fur... but why take the risk?

Texas was tossed to the side, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she watched Georgia step under the running water. She had expected the mare to repeat what she'd done in the ring and use her as a washrag. At least then she could potentially rid herself of the musky stench that seemed etched into her fur. Georgia was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, but when it came to torturing her former boss, she was a certified genius.

Texas sighed inwardly. She was battered, stinking, and humiliated, but she could still find some a silver lining despite horrid circumstances. She'd get laughed at by the towns folk, but she could resolve that rather easily the next time she caught Georgia breaking the law. The former deputy was a big deal inside a ring, but outside of the ring the number of losses against the sheriff grew with every encounter they had.

By the time Georgia was finished with her shower, Texas had finally managed to reform her body. Her bones creaked as she stood to her feet, her legs shaking as she tried to steady herself. She started towards the door, feeling Georgia's gaze following her.

"Aren't ya gonna wash up?" Georgia asked with a exaggerated tone of concern. "I don't mean to be rude, but after that match you're smelling awful ripe!"

"Ah gots a shower at home" Texas growled. "Laugh it up, Georgia. You ain't gonna be so high and mighty the next time we tussle..."

"Ooooh, real scary~" Georgia said as she grabbed a towel to dried herself off. "Fighting me is the least of your problems right now. By tomorrow, you'll be the laughingstock of the entire town! Honestly, if I were you I'd find a nice deep hole to hide in. Maybe invest in a name change and a bag to wear over your head!"

Texas gritted her teeth, but kept any retorts to herself. She wanted to march right over and sock Georgia in the chops, but that would only result in an even greater beatdown. No, she needed to go home, take a nice long bath, and rest up. She would even the score once she was back at 100%.

Just as she was about to step back exit the room, a familiar face poked their head through the door. The manager of the promotion, a sharply dress, petite, and large bottomed squirrel woman, stood before her smiling from ear to ear.

"Ladies! Fantastic job out there! Real terrific work!" She said as she reached out and snatched Texas's hand in a vice like grip, ignoring the weasel's pained grunts as she vigorously shook her hand. "I've been doing this job for years and I've never seen anyone take to this sport as fast as you two have! Your absolute naturals!"

"T-thank you, kindly..." Texas said rubbed her now aching hand.

"Yeah, thanks" Georgia grunted, her disinterest showing as she wrapped the towel around her waist.

"You both can expect a hefty bonus in your checks for that stellar performance. Vera McMayhem takes care of her talent, yes I do!"

"That's mighty kind of ya" Texas said with a sheepish smile. The extra money didn't undo the pain she felt, but it was still nice to have her efforts acknowledged. She groaned as she went to leave the room. "Ya'll can send that check to mah P.O. Box. Ah'm headin out..."

"I beg your pardon?" The squirrel said as she grabbed onto Texas's arm. "We still gotta plan out the next match!"

"Next match?" Georgia repeated, pausing as she was in the middle of redressing herself.

"Next... match?" Texas asked, dread forming in her stomach.

"Of course! You saw how hot that crowd was out there! We'd be fools to not ride that momentum for the next show!" Vera said excitedly. "If I had known that you too could put on a show that good, I would've had you go on last. I won't make that mistake next time, I'll tell you what! No, you two are gonna be headlining the show!"

"Wait wait wait!" Texas snapped, her voice breaking as anger formed under her brow. "You must be plum loco if think ah'll be comin' back! Ah've been beaten, stomped on, mashed up, chewed up, and pasted ever since ah been here! Then you had the nerve to feed me to THIS big galoot!" she snapped, pointing over to Georgia who rolled her eyes in response. "No more! Ah'm done! You hear me?! AH QUIT!"